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I put a spell on you

Onew fluff and smut. Spells cause it’s halloween season.

You were standing in front of your long term boyfriend of 3 years Lee Jinki in a sheer white baby doll nightgown, revealing your lacy white lingerie set and still, he was sprawled on the bed reading a book like he was oblivious you were even there.

“Well?”

You questioned, slightly angry with his reaction but for months he was that way; no libido at all. From his sci-fi book, he looked up at you.

“Very nice honey.”

He said with his gentle smile, then got back to his chapter. Defeated, you collapsed on the bed, wondering what it would take to drive him crazy again. When you first got together with Onew, he used to be all over you like poison ivy and now all he complemented you on was your cooking which was great, you weren’t going to complain but you deeply missed how hot he used to make you feel.

“Ready to go to sleep darling?”

Onew asked as he put is book down.

“Uh huh.”

You nodded your head, sadly, pulling the covers over you. A spark of magic electrocuted you when he kissed your cheek goodnight; you wished he’d kiss you more and more. When the light went out, you closed your eyes and hoped that tomorrow would be a different day.

In your favourite book store, you browsed through each section, passing the time whilst Jinki was practising with the SHINee team. Books always seemed to be your rescue when you were in trouble and seeing as you had nothing else to do, you thought you’d come to your safe place. Subconsciously, you found yourself in the ‘love and sex’ section, the section where you needed to be apparently. Your eyes skimmed through the rows, waiting for something to jump out at you and save your sex life before it was too late. Something needed to wake Jinki up and smell the coffee; he needed to appreciate your beauty like he used to. ‘How to make your man commit.’ Jinki seemed pretty damn committed to you. Three years was a long time and even though you’d been through many rough and turbulent patches, it had been a wonderful three years. ‘199 sex positions.’ You needed to get him in to the love making mood before you could look up new and exciting positions to try with him although the thought did excite you. ‘Love potions-make him fall in love all over again.’ Raising your eyebrow, intrigued, you slid the book out from the shelf and looked at the back.

‘Has your love life lost its flame? Sex life gone down the drain? Lost all patience with your partner? Not to worry! Here we have 100 love spells and potions to make your significant over fall head over heels once more. Follow each step precisely and your love life will be on track before you know it. No need to thank us!’

It sounded too good to be true but your sixth sense was telling you it was worth a shot. It was a bitter pill to take, needing to purchase a book so you could save your sex life. He thought you were beautiful; he told you it all the time but why, when he came home, didn’t he want to throw you against the wall and ravish you? Flicking through the brown tinted ancient looking pages with yellow gold embroidery, you’d found a spell that looked absolutely perfect and, the best thing was, it seemed pretty simple. All you needed to do was light a few candles in the bedroom and say a few words before going to sleep and the next day, he would awake, see you and his desire for you would be rekindled. It definitely seemed way too easy but, if it worked then everything would be perfect again; you’d be able to release the tension you’d been holding in for the longest time. Jinki didn’t even know how frustrated it made you.

At the checkout, the lady didn’t even look up at you to question why you were buying that particular book. Perhaps she knew how it felt; perhaps she had been through the same kind of thing. It sort of made you feel reassured that you weren’t the only woman that needed their partner to notice them more.

Jinki was in the living room watching a comedy quiz show. With a sweet smile, you told him you were going to put on your pajamas so you could scurry off and begin your little spell. You hadn’t really thought of it as a spell until you started to light the cream candles in your room and the aroma of vanilla wafted past your nostrils. Anxious, you turned the pages to the spell you’d picked and cleared your throat, prepared to cast the spell. For a few moments, you read the passages over again so you were sure on what you were saying before you said them; you didn’t want to accidentally cast a spell that would turn Jinki in to a frog. Before saying the words, you took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet air.

“Seductive kisses, sweet air. Full of love and full of care.

What once was dead will soon be alive. It’s time for our passion to be revived.

Inhale this scent my dear King. Sex so hot it should be a sin.

Tomorrow you’ll wake with burning lust and in this spell I do so trust.

So take my body, my hair, and my lips. Heart pounding at my curvy hips.

I bring to life your erotic desire and set you alight with my arousing fire.”

For some reason, you expected the ground to shake and the lights to flicker like it would in a movie but, nothing happened. You sighed, guessing it was just a joke like you thought it was. A book of cliché, ridiculous spells. In the drawer, you shoved the book under all of your things so Jinki would never see it and collapsed on the bed, waiting for Jinki to come upstairs. He must have been tired, practising all of those dance routines all day long.

“What are you up to darling?”

Jinki asked as he walked through the door. Once more, you sighed heavily. If he only knew how much of an effort you made to please him.

“Just relaxing Jinki.”

Your boyfriend began to strip down to his grey boxers. Unlike the other boys in the group, he wasn’t very comfortable showing his body and you couldn’t get your head around why; he had a beautiful body. Jinki may not have had the broadest shoulders or the most prominent abs but his body belonged to him and that made his body beautiful. Your eyes still glistened when you saw him removing his clothes, making you bite your lip.

“I see.”

He replied. Jinki walked over to you and kissed your forehead. The feel of his plump lips gave you goosebumps. With the same heavy sadness as the night before, you climbed in to the bed with Jinki. Even though he wasn’t the most romantic man, he still showed such sweet affection here and there. That night, he put his arm around you and cuddled you as you became sleepy; the familiar weight drooping your eyes down.

“I love you (Y/N).”

You knew he meant it, he never let you forget his love at least.

“I love you too Jinki.”

In the morning, the hot water from the shower hit your skin like a little massage with the steam whisking you away to another place in your mind, taking you away from reality. Slowly, you brought the soapy sponge over your skin, closing your eyes and wishing the sponge could be swapped with Jinki’s hands. Suddenly, the sponge slipped from your hands, awakening you from your daydream.

“Shit.”

You hissed under your breath before you bent down to pick it up. As you were bent over, someone grabbed your ass tightly, making you yelp and jump up, your heart beginning to thump wildly. You thought it was some kind of imposter but your heart relaxed a little when you saw it was Jinki though it was a shock.

“My god that butt is incredible. Why don’t you show me it more?”

Jinki growled, his eyes wide with fuel like he’d been awakened by something.

“Jinki! You scared me!”

You cried, clutching your chest before noticing he was fully naked, his cock semi erect already just by seeing you. The sight of his large manhood made your mouth water. Alive with arousal, Jinki pushed you up against the shower wall, pinning your hands above your head, making you submissive to him.

“Christ, you’re so sexy. Look at you.”

Jinki looked down at your naked body, biting his lip. You whimpered as his hands travelled softly down your soaking skin before slipping in between the folds of your pussy.

“Oh god!”

You cried out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“And you’re already dripping wet for me. My woman is so hot. Turn around.”

He demanded, his voice low and husky. Your breath was practically none existent as you turned around, wondering what Jinki was going to do to you and according to your pussy, you were overwhelmed by excitement; the anticipation was just too much. Dominantly, Jinki spanked your ass, making the cheek rosy. You heard him groan.

“You like being spanked baby?”

He asked, possessed by his sexual demon.

“Yes! Oh yes!

” You moaned, wanting him to treat you like a naughty girl. You’d wanted this for so long. Again, his hand met your ass cheek and it made you feel so damn hot, like you were irresistible to him. His strong hands parted your legs slightly. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, hungry for you; a lion chasing a deer. Making you release a loud moan, he inserted a finger inside you, quickly followed by a second one.

“My god your pussy is so, so tight. You should have told me baby. I would have pounded you every single night.”

Jinki began to move his fingers in and out, coating them in your juices and as he began to pick up the pace, he turned you in to a moaning, gushing mess. When he took his fingers out, he immediately turned you around to look at him. Jinki looked so divine with his dripping body, his dark eyes and wet hair.

“I want you to look in to my eyes when I take you.”

You couldn’t take your eyes away from his; his were the eyes you fell so hard for every time you saw him. Seductively, he lifted your leg over his hip so he could get full access to you. Your knees were practically quivering with the intense overload; the falling water made it like a dream. Jinki tilted your chin up and gazed in to your eyes before crushing his lips hard against yours. You took it as an opportunity to let all your sexual frustration out, grabbing Jinki’s cheeks and tasting his delicious mouth. Letting yourself go crazy, you ran your hands through his stringy wet hair, playing catch with his tongue and suddenly, Jinki thrust himself inside you. The whole street could have heard you cry out; Jinki was so well endowed downstairs. He was known for having a bulge and it wasn’t a joke; Jinki’s cock was huge.

“Jinki!”

You screamed his name as your nails dug in to his shoulder blades; he was fucking you so hard that it was hard to hold on him. The water made his body so stunningly wet; you didn’t know where to look or what to feel. The whole experience was taking your breath away. The feeling of his cock filling you was so good, it was like a drug that should be banned from every country that existed. Jinki hit every single spot that needed stimulating, kissing and nibbling at your neck which made you want to explode like a firework.

“Why have I been slacking on this? You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I should treasure you.”

At that, he kissed your lips softly, followed by your chest, going down on his knees and kissing every inch of your sudsy skin.

“Oh Jinki. I’ve waited so long for your touch. Don’t you see how much I crave you?”

Perhaps you should have told him that earlier but there was no better time than when he was placing hot kisses on your thighs. With his dark, almost black eyes, he looked up at you with the realization what he’d been missing out on. Getting back on his feet, he picked you up like a bride, making you scream and giggle nervously, yet happily.

“Jinki! What are you doing?!”

You laughed as he carried you to the bedroom with you both dripping wet and not a care in the world.

“Making up for not treating my girlfriend for the sex kitten she is.”

*two weeks later*

Jinki looked up at you from in between your legs, his mouth glistening with your juices which was so erotic, it made your cheeks burn red.

“What is it baby? What’s wrong?”

Your sex life had been incredible since casting the spell, he made love to you nearly every single night but it played on your mind that you actually cast a spell on him, like some kind of mind control. You’d been meaning to tell him and it was really bugging you, you just couldn’t get in to the amazing oral sex Jinki was giving you. With Jinki being with you for such a long time, he could sense something was wrong.

“Oh Jinki. Please don’t be mad.”

You sat up, placing your head in your hands from the stress, a migraine beginning to fall upon you. Jinki gulped in worry, sitting next to you on the bed.

“I’ll try not to be darling.”

He rubbed your back gently, warming your heart. You took a deep breath.

“It sounds crazy but…a few weeks ago I..I put a spell on you. I bought a book with spells in..and well I…I wanted to make you want me again just like you used to…”

You stopped when you saw a mischievous grin on Jinki’s lips.

“What?”

You questioned. Jinki walked over to the drawer you put the book in. As he walked, you stared at his fantastic, perky butt; your weakness. To your surprise, he got out the spell book and held it up.

“You mean, this book?”

He asked with that sexy smirk; it made your spine tingle.

“Yeah…how did you know about that?”

Your mind was everywhere, so confused. Jinki sat back down on the bed, facing you.

“Darling. When you went upstairs that night, I could tell something was on your mind so I followed you up here. I watched you do the whole thing. I don’t know if the spell worked but well, as soon as I found out you wanted me to.. you know…”

Jinki winked.

“I thought I’d play a little trick on you and make you think it worked. Really, I realized how much I wasn’t giving you enough attention and I wanted to change things.”

You weren’t sure whether to be a bit annoyed, amused or relieved so you decided on all of them. Playfully, you hit Jinki’s arm.

“I think it was the spell.”

You teased, leaning in to kiss Jinki.

“Oh yeah? Well I put a spell on you, and now, you’re mine.”

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a-kpop-know-it-all

7 years ago

Phonophilia

Pairing: onjongho

Rating: nc-17

A special thank you to taketaemtoyourleader because they are the bees knees and infinitely patient.

“Is everything ok in there?” Came a soft, gentle voice from behind the curtain in the doorway. Jinki pushed the curtain aside, barely glancing at the sales associate who had come to assist him after Jinki had pushed the call button on the side of the fitting room.

"May I have this in a larger size?“ Jinki asked, gesturing toward the slacks he was holding, which felt like they were cutting off circulation to his thighs when he had tried them on. “They fit everywhere except my thighs, so I might just need one size up.”

Silence.

Jinki looked up, wondering if the man who had come to check on him had already left in search of the slacks Jinki needed, but he was still there. The sales associate had one hand against the doorframe to the fitting room, his eyes scrunched shut and his cheeks flushed a lovely deep red that reminded Jinki of the color of Jonghyun’s ass when they got done with a round of play, the color it had been this morning after Jonghyun had nearly caused Jinki to be late to a meeting for the second time this week.

"Excuse me?” Was he ill? He didn’t look ill, he looked… Oh. Oh. Jinki let his eyes travel down the sales associate’s body. Cute face, beautiful tan skin, lips that looked like they belonged stretched around a cock but we’re currently parted slightly as the man’s chest moved quickly with his breathing. Jinki stopped briefly at the man’s chest to read his name tag before moving lower. Minho; his name was Minho, and, as his eyes travelled lower, Jinki could see Minho’s dick pushing against the front seam of his pants, stretching the fabric in a way that Jinki knew mustn’t be very comfortable. Dress pants didn’t often have a lot of give in the fabric. What had gotten this man so riled up, and so quickly? Jinki looked down at himself. He had remembered to rezip himself into his slacks, hadn’t he? Regardless, I know I’m big, but surely that wouldn’t send anybody into that state.

"Are you ok?“

Minho whimpered at the sound of the man’s voice. Smooth like honey, rough like a tongue running over his skin in all the right places. He could feel the customer’s eyes on him, traveling down his body, and he knew how obvious the man’s effect on him was, his slacks straining in the front. Minho knew how certain voices affected him; he wasn’t sure if it was a specific tone or pitch that got to him, and it didn’t happen often, but man was it happening now. He thought briefly that he should feel ashamed that he was acting like this in public with a man he had never spoken to before this moment, but Minho wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch himself. Or, better yet, ask the man with the siren’s voice to touch him.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Minho’s eyes snapped open, the arousal in his brain dying as panic set in. How could he be so unprofessional? They had hundreds of people coming in and out of the department store every day, and never once had he behaved like this. But that voice. Minho felt like his nerves were on fire, and all he really wanted was to hear that voice again.

"I-I’m sorry, sir,” Minho said, his voice rough and his eyes cast down. He brought his hands to his front, knowing that the customer was watching as he held his hands together in front of his body, hoping to shield his erection in the least obvious way possible. “May I ask what size those are so I can get you a larger pair?” Minho’s body was already anticipating the customer’s answer. He needed to hear that voice again, but he also wanted him to answer so that he could help him already and stop embarrassing himself.

He looked up as he felt the customer moving toward him, his own large eyes meeting the dark ones in front of him. The face was smiling and Minho frowned. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted this man to open his mouth again and tell Minho exactly what he wanted. The thought crossed Minho’s mind that he would do anything that voice told him to, and his eyes dropped down again as he attempted to swallow past the dryness in his mouth.

Jinki heard the gulp, smiling larger as Minho’s eyes fell to the ground again. Was he naturally this submissive? Or had something triggered it? Jinki was honestly puzzled as to why the sales associate had reacted to him like this in the first place, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. He liked how turned on he had made this man without trying, and he loved the reaction he received. Eyes turned to the floor, cheeks flushed, even the way the man had called Jinki “sir” in a professional context made him wonder what it might be like to hear it in another setting. Namely, Jinki’s bedroom, though he wouldn’t mind grabbing the sales associate and dragging him into the fitting room, closing the curtain, and seeing just how far he could push him. The thought had him smirking, wondering what Jonghyun would think.

"Minho.“ He called the man’s name softly, watching as his head shot up to stare at Jinki with eyes that were dark and wet looking.

"I’ll go get the pants myself; no need to trouble yourself.” He watched in satisfaction as Minho’s hands, still in front of his crotch, pressed down, whether in an effort to hide his arousal or to relieve it, Jinki wasn’t sure, but he listened to the panted breaths that fell from those beautiful lips. Ah. Maybe that was it.

Minho could feel his breathing getting heavier, warm weight pooling low in his stomach. He fought it, pressing his hand to his erection in hopes that he could postpone the inevitable. Stop talking. No, keep talking. He couldn’t decide. He focused his eyes on the customer’s lips, watching as each sound came out, biting his own in order to keep back his sounds. This man probably thought he was a freak. Not only had he scared off a customer, which he would undoubtedly get in trouble for, but the customer would likely never return, leaving Minho without the pleasure that crashed in waves through his body from the sound of his voice.

"My name is Jinki.“

Minho’s eyes widened impossibly, filled with shame and so much arousal that Jinki’s eyes darkened. A whimper fell past his bitten lips, his hand now rubbing at the crotch of his pants, and Jinki chuckled lightly. He wouldn’t touch. He needed permission first, and this man was not mentally in a place where he could give it.

"I’m going to leave now, but I’ll be back.” Jinki felt strangely like reassuring the man. He would be back. There was no way he would let someone like Minho slip from his grasp. Not when he could be trained, when Jinki had so much to teach him.

“Do you understand?”

Minho nodded, automatically responding to the owner of that voice. The voice that now had him touching himself through his slacks, aching for him to just say one more word. He needed to come so bad. He ran his fingers over the head of his cock, sensitive even through the material of his dress pants and underwear, moaning. He forced his legs to move, walking into the fitting room and pushing himself against the wall, giving the customer, Jinki, room to get out. He couldn’t go out into the department store right now, not with how far gone he was, so he knew the safest plan of action was to wait it out until Jinki left and he had control of his body again.

Jinki laid the too-tight slacks on the bench against the wall Minho was leaning on. He wanted to wait, to talk Minho to his orgasm, but he needed to leave. Minho seemed like he was already embarrassed, and Jinki couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if he had to worry about actually coming for a complete stranger. Jinki gathered his jacket up, slipping it on as he left silently, laughing quietly as he heard the other man’s frustrated groan.

When Jinki got home, Jonghyun was already asleep, sprawled out in the middle of the bed, as he tended to do when Jinki wasn’t sleeping with him. Either napping or out for the night, Jinki couldn’t tell; Jonghyun’s sleep schedule was somewhat erratic. Bending over the bed and shaking him awake gently, Jinki gave him a kiss on his sleep-swollen lips, telling him that they had something to talk about. Groggily, Jonghun turned over to face Jinki as Jinki seated himself on the edge of the bed, his hands reaching. Jonghyun’s fingers automatically grasped for Jinki’s shirt, clinging lightly as he turned and maneuvered himself to lay his head on Jinki’s thigh, huffing sleepily as the sheets tangled around his legs.

"What is it?“ He asked, his jaw clicking as he yawned, trying to wrap his body around Jinki’s seated one.

"I met someone.”

At this, Jonghyun froze, his eyes opening fully with interest. “And?”

Jinki relayed the whole story to him, running his hands through Jonghyun’s blond hair soothingly. He didn’t think that Jonghyun would be jealous, they’d invited others into their bedroom before, and Jonghyun had enjoyed it thoroughly each time, but Jinki already knew he wanted to try to make this more than a one-time thing with this Minho. If Jonghyun wasn’t ok with it, Jinki would drop it. He might like being the one in charge, but he never wanted Jonghyun to feel uncomfortable. Though, needy little thing that he was, Jonghyun was probably aching for more attention than Jinki was currently giving him. It had been a while since they’d invited someone else in.

Jonghyun laughed when Jinki told him the story. “A voice kink, you think? I mean, you do have a nice voice, but that seems a bit odd.”

Jinki swatted him lightly on the ass, liking the way Jonghyun’s hands tightened in the fabric of his shirt and his breath hitched a little. He’d barely touched him. “It’s no weirder than some of the shit you’re into,” Jinki reminded him.

"I guess that’s true,“ Jonghyun nodded, his hands clenching and unclenching, wrinkling Jinki’s shirt. His ass felt warm where Jinki had swatted him, even though it had been a playful touch, not meant to arouse. He pushed his head closer to Jinki’s crotch, inhaling, feeling himself growing hard.

"Again?” Jinki said, his voice lower.

Jonghyun nodded. “Please?” His hands inched away from Jinki’s shirt, falling to the button at the top of his slacks.

Jinki grabbed hold of Jonghyun’s wrists tightly, making Jonghyun whine. “Please what?”

"Please, sir.“

Jonghyun’s cheeks were flushed, and he pressed himself closer to Jinki’s thigh, but Jinki moved, rolling Jonghyun from his side to his back, pinning his wrists above his head as Jinki’s body arched over top. Jonghyun lay still as Jinki’s body hovered over his own. He’d already received one punishment today, and while he wouldn’t have minded another one, he figured he should at least try to be good for a little while.

"Before we start, I have a few questions. First, would you like to meet Minho?”

Jonghyun nodded, and he watched Jinki’s eyes narrow. Shit. Maybe he’d be getting a punishment sooner than he thought.

"Yes, I’d like that very much, sir.“

"Would you be ok with me inviting him to play with us?”

"Yes, sir.“

"If you’re uncomfortable at any time with him or what we do, I expect you to tell me. Do you understand?”

"I understand, sir.“

Jonghyun was starting to get anxious. His skin felt hot, and he wanted nothing more than Jinki balls-deep inside him. He struggled lightly against Jinki’s hands, watching as Jinki’s nostrils flared.

"Good. Center of the bed, baby. You know how I want you.”

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Minho wasn’t counting, at least that’s what he told himself, but it had been two days. Two days and Minho was left stewing in his own doubts. What if he doesn’t come back? What if I embarrassed myself too much? What does he even want from me? Do I want him to come back? Minho’s face flushed. I do. He needed this man to come back, to use his beautiful voice to make Minho’s body do whatever he wanted. Minho wanted him. What if he comes in on a day I’m not working?

When Jinki came in to the department store, Minho was manning the dressing rooms again, and the poor man nearly jumped out of his skin when Jinki touched him on the shoulder, a soft sound of alarm leaving his lips. He must’ve been more wound up than I thought.

Jinki smiled disarmingly and Minho’s eyes immediately focused on his lips, waiting for the words he was sure would come. When none came, Minho swallowed, his throat dry, before attempting to pull himself together.

“How can I help you, sir?”

Jinki stepped closer, and Minho could feel his warmth. Would his body feel as good as his voice sounded?

"I wanted to invited you out.“

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut, fire spreading through his veins once more. The words that the man had just said hit him several moments later, and his eyes shot open again as he very articulately said, "Huh?”

The man in front of him chuckled, and Minho swore the sound was pure sin. His slacks were tightening, and he shifted on his feet, trying to hide it. He knew it was no use, the man obviously knew what he did to Minho, but he tried anyway.

"Come to dinner with me. With us. My boyfriend and me. We wanted to talk with you, get to know you.“

Boyfriend? If he has a boyfriend, then why is he here?

"Yes,” Minho said, his voice strained. He was shocked by his own answer, but perhaps his thoughts hadn’t quite caught up with his mouth. Stupid. He has a boyfriend, so what could he possibly want from you?

Jinki’s shoulders slumped a little, relieved. “When do you get off tonight?”

Whenever you want me to. Or right now. The tightness in Minho’s slacks was becoming uncomfortable, and as much as he wanted to come, he really didn’t want to embarrass himself in that way quite yet. Jinki had barely spoken to him, and he was already like this.

Minho glanced at his watch, struggling to read the hands when his brain was clouded and trying not to focus on the way Jinki said “get off.”

"In-“ Minho cleared his throat. "In an hour or so.”

"Do you like Thai food?“

Minho nodded sharply, clenching his hands in an effort not to let them move to the front of his pants this time. He actually did like Thai food, very much.

"Great!” Jinki smiled, and Minho felt some of the tension leak from his body. Jinki had a lovely smile, one that made his eyes crinkle up. “Why don’t you meet us at Thai Jasmine when you’re finished this evening? Do you need directions?”

"No, I’ve been there before.“ Minho really liked the little Thai restaurant, and he felt relieved that they would be eating in a familiar place.

"I’ll see you in a while, then,” Jinki said, flashing another smile before turning to head out of the store. When he reached the entrance, he turned, only to find Minho in the same spot he left him, his hands clutched tightly in his slacks, wrinkling the fabric. Chuckling to himself, he waved, waiting until Minho’s wide eyes met his and he waved shyly back before making his way out.

Grabbing his phone, Jinki dialed Jonghyun’s number, beginning to talk as soon he heard the click of connection on the other end.

"He said yes.“

"What? I don’t even get a hello anymore? You find a new guy and suddenly all phone courtesy flies from your mind.”

Jinki laughed. He knew Jonghyun wasn’t angry. After their time together two nights ago, Jonghyun had been able to see how excited Jinki truly was for this, and how nervous. Jonghyun had to admit, he was beginning to build this up a little in his mind, and he hoped that Jinki was right about this guy.

"I’m coming to pick you up. You’re still at the apartment, right?“

"Yeah, I’m here…” Jonghyun hummed absently, sounding as though he was focused on something else. “Working. Wait. We’re meeting him now?”

"In an hour. He’s meeting us for dinner after work.“

"Jinki…” Jonghyun whined. “I look like shit. I’ve been working all day, so I haven’t taken a shower.”

"Well, take one now.“ Jinki was at his car, and he unlocked the door, sliding into the front seat. "I’m leaving now, so you should have enough time.”

He heard Jonghyun sigh and the click of a door that he could only imagine belonged to the office; Jonghyun liked to write in there, said it had the most breathing room.

"Ok. Where are we going? How should I dress?“

"Just Thai Jasmine. Nothing fancy. But Minho will probably be coming in his work clothes, so he’s dressed nicely, so…”

“Alright. I can work with that. What about that white sweater you like so much? And… Hm. Dark jeans?”

A rush of pleasure shot through Jinki at the idea of Jonghyun wearing something because he liked it, and he smiled, starting his car.

"That sounds perfect, baby. I’m leaving now, so I’ll be home soon, ok?“

Jonghyun hummed his understanding. "I love you.”

"I love you, too. Go shower.“

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When Minho got to the restaurant, the woman at the front, who, from previous visits, Minho knew was called Ploy, looked at him and smiled.

"Just you today?”

"Ah, no. I’m actually meeting someone. I mean, a couple friends.“

"You can go look for them, if you think they’re here,” she said, grabbing two menus as a couple came in behind Minho. Minho nodded, moving past the entrance and further into the small restaurant. Most of the seating was in a large, wide-open space, but Minho knew if he turned the corner at the end of the restaurant, there was a smaller wing with a few tables and a small, gold and blue statue of an elephant.

It was there that he found Jinki, and he was glad the restaurant wasn’t crowded, because it seemed like Jinki and his… Boyfriend… Were the only people in this wing.

They were engaged in a quiet conversation, and Minho shivered in anticipation before gathering his courage and approaching the table.

Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Jonghyun was the first to look up as Minho approached.

"Cute,“ Jonghyun whispered to Jinki, whose head turned to watch as Minho made his way to their table.

"He is,” Jinki confirmed, standing up as Minho reached them, his eyes looking focused on Jonghyun as he cleared his throat.

"It’s nice to meet you,“ Minho said to the other man, Jinki’s boyfriend. "And thank you for inviting me.” His eyes traveled to where Jinki was standing, smiling at him comfortably.

"Go ahead and sit down,“ Jinki said, gesturing to the other side of the table. Minho shivered and chose the chair across from Jinki rather than Jonghyun, eyeing the white-haired man nervously.

Jonghyun took in everything about Minho, watching him appreciatively. He’s tall. Jonghyun sighed to himself. As much as he liked to bitch and complain to Jinki about being so short, he really did like taller men. They made him feel comfortable and snuggly. Dark hair, big eyes… Eyes that would look really nice blissed out as he was being fucked or maybe fucking Jonghyun. Jonghyun shook his head, trying to do away with his already-dirty thoughts as he smiled at Minho from across the table, watching the way the man was watching him.

"My name is Jonghyun,” he said softly, hoping for the calm, soothing tone that Jinki often adopted. It seemed to work, because Minho smiled a small smile before raising his head a bit and answering, “I’m Minho.”

"Oh, I know,“ Jonghyun laughed, loving the blush that spread across Minho’s cheeks. "After Jinki met you that first day, he wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

Jinki, who had returned to his seat, watching his boyfriend and Minho interact, grinned a bit at this. “It’s true,” he confessed. “I was a bit smitten.”

Minho choked on air. Smitten. This man with the voice that was currently doing sinful things to his body was smitten with him? What does that even mean? He already has a boyfriend. A very pretty, sexy boyfriend who looked really nice in the white sweater he was wearing.

Jonghyun and Jinki watched in amusement as Minho collected himself, stealing glances at each other long enough for Jonghyun to nod at Jinki, permission given, at least on a trial basis. He was cute, and Jonghyun definitely wouldn’t mind trying him out. He saw the shivers that wracked Minho’s body when Jinki spoke, could bet that underneath the table Minho was already hard, and he wondered if Jinki would wait, or if they’d bring Minho home with them tonight. Provided Minho was willing, of course.

Their waitress came by to drop off menus and take their drink orders rather quickly, which Minho was thankful for. He still wasn’t quite sure why he was here, and both Jinki and Jonghyun were being frustratingly silent on the whole issue. What exactly do they want from me?

They spent some time deciding what they wanted to eat, Jinki’s quiet voice causing Minho to flush and bring a hand to his lap in order to relieve some pressure. He could feel both Jinki and Jonghyun’s eyes on him, but strangely, he felt little embarrassment, and what he did feel had more to do with the fact that they were in a public setting than how he was reacting. They weren’t judging him, just watching, eyes more hungry than Minho cared to take notice of.

They decided on several dishes, determining that they would eat family style because “Jonghyun really likes to eat a little bit of everything, rather than settling for one dish.”

While they waited for their food, Jonghyun attempted to fill the space with chatter. Jinki, noticing how squirmy Minho had become after Jinki had ordered for them, resolved to stay quiet for the most part, letting his boyfriend ask the questions while they both got to know Minho.

It started out with mundane questions. “Where do you work?” “What part of town do you live in?” “How old are you?” Jonghyun wasn’t all that surprised to find that Minho was younger than both Jinki and himself, though perhaps it was Minho’s nerves that we’re giving that impression.

"Do you live alone?“ Jonghyun asked. Jinki continued stirring his water with his straw, his attention focused on Minho’s answers. All of this would be for nothing if Minho was attached to someone else, though Jonghyun supposed he wouldn’t mind adding in two people, at least for a night. "I mean, are you seeing anyone right now.”

"Ah… Yes. I mean- No. “ Minho’s eyes flitted over to Jinki, assessing the blank look on the other’s face. "I live by myself. I… Haven’t dated anyone in a while.”

Jonghyun didn’t look at Jinki, but he felt the small puff of air he let out in relief. Jinki must’ve really been excited about this. It’s strange how a man who’s so demanding in the bedroom can be so vulnerable when it comes to the actual dating part. Jonghyun reflected fondly on how nervous Jinki had been when they had started seeing each other, nervousness that quickly vanished as soon as Jinki got Jonghyun in bed for the first time.

Their waitress came by with their food, creating a sufficient distraction that allowed near-silence to descend upon the table, the only sound being Jonghyun’s happy little noises as he scooped up noodles and his hiss as he burned his tongue on the soup.

Jinki chuckled at Jonghyun’s antics, and Minho could feel his body heating up again. He had been grateful that Jinki had let Jonghyun take over the conversation, not wanting to embarrass himself, but he had to admit that he was already craving Jinki’s voice and the things it did to his body.

Looking up from his food, Minho cleared his throat, causing both Jinki and Jonghyun to look at him.

"I… Um. I’m really happy that you invited me out to dinner. But… I guess I’m a little confused.“

Jinki and Jonghyun shared a look before turning back to Minho, whose wide eyes were locked on Jinki.

"We…” Jinki began.

"We want to date you,“ Jonghyun blurted out. He could feel Jinki’s gaze burning him, but he continued. He had a feeling Minho wasn’t just going to go for a roll in the hay. He was too cautious, too embarrassed about his reaction to Jinki’s voice. "I mean, we want to do other things, too. Definitely,” Jonghyun was nodding to himself. “We definitely want to do other things. But, dating would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

Minho looked like someone had just punched him in the stomach. “We? As in both of you?”

"I would like that, yes,“ Jonghyun replied, reaching across the table to run his fingers across Minho’s. "It would be ok if you just dated Jinki, but at this point in our relationship, Jinki and I are sort of a package deal. I also don’t want to get jealous because of how attractive you are.” Jonghyun looked down at that, a light blush settling across his cheeks. “So, I’d like to date you, too.”

Minho looked away from Jonghyun to Jinki, who was nodding slightly, his hand coming up to rub Jonghyun’s back in soothing movements.

"And… The other things?“

Jinki’s blood rushed as he thought of what he wanted to do to Minho. His eyes dark, he turned to meet Minho’s gaze. Minho licked his lips, waiting for the answer.

"We want to play with you.”

Jinki’s voice was low, deeper than Minho had remembered it, and he shuddered, feeling arousal course through him again. Play with me?

Jonghyun’s fingers ran soothingly over the back of Minho’s hand again, but Minho’s eyes were locked with Jinki’s, allowing the man to see how much his voice affected him.

"We don’t have to start tonight,“ Jonghyun said. "We can give you time to think about it. Give you time to think about what we’re offering.”

Minho never broke eye contact with Jinki, and the elder smiled, more comfortable with the conversation once it turned to his area of expertise. I want this. Minho wasn’t sure if he wanted it with both of them, but he knew he wanted to try.

"No…“ Minho finally looked away, his eyes falling back on Jonghyun. "I’d like to try dating you. Both of you.” The smile on Jonghyun’s face had Minho looking down at his food, and he took his hand out of Jonghyun’s grasp to put his hands together in his lap. “And, I’d like to try the… The other things, too.”

What am I getting myself into?

"You should finish eating, then.“ Jinki’s voice was firm, and Minho closed his eyes, his breathing coming faster from the sound and the images he had formed in his head about what Jinki and Jonghyun planned to do to him. "You’ll want the energy if you’re coming home with us.”

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Minho learned a lot that first night. The first was that he had no self control. One whispered word from Jinki’s mouth, one deep moan, had Minho coming before he was even touched.

The second was that Jinki liked to be called “sir” in the bedroom, but it wasn’t necessary anywhere else. “Only when we play,” Jinki said. “And you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. It’s just what Jonghyun and I prefer.” Minho had nodded. He promised he would try, and it had earned him a smile from Jonghyun and a rough kiss from Jinki. He enjoyed Jinki’s way of taking control, giving himself willingly to Jinki’s gentle orders and firm commands.

The third was that when Jinki said “game,” he meant it. Jonghyun apparently loved games, especially when they ended in rewards, and this one was going to be for the benefit of all involved. It was something designed to test them all, but mostly Minho, and Jinki had promised Jonghyun that if Minho could win the game, he could be the one to administer the reward, something that seemed to excite Jonghyun immensely.

The game was simple, Minho thought. Jinki would fuck Jonghyun while Minho listened and sometimes watched. Other times Jinki would blindfold him, adding a whole different level of stimulation to Minho’s senses. Minho was never allowed to touch himself, and there were times when Jinki would tie his hands either to the bed, behind his back, or to his thighs in order to prevent him from touching at all. Minho needed to learn self-control, and Jinki was going to teach him. If he came untouched just because of Jinki’s voice, he lost, the unknown reward figuratively hanging in front of him, teasing him, tempting him.

Minho had yet to win this game.

The first time had been an embarrassment. Minho had come untouched 6 times before he was too sensitive, too tired, too upset with himself to continue and had asked to be untied. Jinki had immediately undone the ropes, promising Jonghyun that they would continue their fun some other night, but right then they needed to focus on Minho, wipe away his tears and make sure he was ok, that he knew that there was nothing wrong with him and that both Jinki and Jonghyun loved how sensitive he was, how turned on he could get only by Jinki’s voice. Jinki had nuzzled him almost silently while Jonghyun kissed his tears away, attempting to make Minho laugh to make him feel better. It was all strangely comforting to Minho.

They were both scared that Minho would be frightened away, but he stayed. He stayed, and here they were again.

It often started this way. Minho would join the two for dinner or just a movie and cuddles, coming over after work or from the apartment he rarely stayed at anymore. There had been talk of Minho moving in, but even after several months, Minho still felt almost uncomfortable with the idea, and both Jinki and Jonghyun let the subject drop, leaving the choice up to Minho. Jonghyun often let Minho know that the offer still stood, telling him how much easier it’d be for all of them if they were always together and besides “our place is closer to work for you.” Minho often thought about it, but he was content for now with their arrangement, even if he knew that he slept at their place more than he did his own.

That evening, Jonghyun was in some sort of mood, latching onto Minho as soon as he walked in the door, kissing him roughly and nuzzling him needily, his teeth nipping at the sensitive spots on Minho’s neck as the taller man wrapped his arms around the shorter’s frame.

He trembled a little as he felt Jonghyun run his tongue across a spot he’d just bitten and Jinki’s voice came from beside him, at the entrance to the living room.

"We may not get to watch a movie tonight.“

Jinki smiled, noting how Jonghyun curled a hand around Minho’s hip, inching its way toward the bulge in Minho’s pants.

"He’s been like this all day.”

Jonghyun whined into Minho’s neck and Minho smiled back at Jinki.

"I know. He was texting me all day at work.“

Minho was proud of the way he could talk to Jinki more normally now, able to resist the urge to curl into himself and sneak a hand down his pants as Jinki talked to him.

Jinki’s eyebrows rose a little, stepping closer to the pair as Jonghyun froze in Minho’s embrace, his breathing shallow.

"Oh, really?”

Jonghyun moved his head from Minho’s neck, giving it a sharp bite in retaliation that had Minho yelping. “Now I’m in trouble.”

"You’re both in trouble. Bedroom, now.“

Well, that escalated quickly. Jonghyun grabbed Minho’s hand, pulling him down the hallway, barely waiting for him to take off his shoes, as they made their way to the bedroom. Minho grinned at Jonghyun, amazed at the way he could get Jinki to do exactly what he wanted, and Jonghyun spared a glance behind them, making sure Jinki wasn’t watching before winking at Minho.

Jinki came into the bedroom as Minho was stripping, his cock already hard, curving upward toward his stomach. Jonghyun was gathering things from the trunk at the end of the bed, placing restraints on the bed and the box of various lubricants onto the bedside table. He gathered several paddles in his arms, looking at Jinki for guidance.

"No, we don’t need those tonight. You’ll be fine with just my hands, right, baby?”

Jonghyun shivered but nodded, dropping the paddles back into the trunk before running his hands over them longingly. As much as he wanted them, the idea of feeling skin on skin as Jinki spanked him had him hard already. He knew he would be getting spanked, knew that Jinki didn’t even have to read the texts to know what they were about, and he knew he would be punished even more when Jinki found out what else he did today.

"Grab the blindfold.“

Minho, already finished removing his clothes, sat on the edge of the bed.

"How do you want me?”

Jinki didn’t answer for a minute.

"How do you want me, sir?“ Minho tried again, earning him a dark look from Jinki, one that made him bite his lip. It was so worth it to call him sir.

"On your back. Knees up, hands at your sides.”

Minho whimpered, Jinki’s authoritative voice running over his body, making his cock throb and his brain turn to mush. He quickly got into the desired position, moving so that he was in the center of the bed.

Jinki grabbed the restraints, tying one wrist first, then securing it to Minho’s thigh.

"I won’t tie your thighs to your calves in case you need to move a little.“

Minho nodded, watching Jinki as he repeated the process with the other wrist, his neck straining as he savored the last thing he would see for a while. The blindfold was placed over his eyes, tied off to the side so the knot wouldn’t hurt his head, and Minho’s world descended into darkness, Jinki giving him a lingering kiss before moving away.

"Why aren’t you undressed?”

Jinki’s voice wasn’t angry, but Jinki rarely got angry, and never in the bedroom. Regardless, Minho could hear a whispered “sorry, sir” as the rustling of clothes being removed filled his ears. He figured both Jonghyun and Jinki were undressing from the amount of time it took, and then came the slightly wet sounds of their kisses. Minho loved this. Every sound was amplified by his lack of sight, and he allowed Jonghyun and Jinki’s voices to wash over him.

Jonghyun couldn’t help the sounds that he made as Jinki kissed him. His lips were gentle, but his hands were anything but, grabbing roughly, pinching and massaging Jonghyun just the way he liked it. Jinki brought his hands up to Jonghyun’s nipples, pinching slightly, rolling them between his fingers, delighting in the gasp Jonghyun released into their kiss and the way Jonghyun’s fingers dug into his shoulders.

Jonghyun pulled away from their kiss, panting. “Can I touch you?”

Jinki’s eyes gleamed and he looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Do you think you deserve to touch me? From what I’ve heard, you haven’t behaved very well today.“

"I-” The fingers on Jonghyun’s nipples tightened slightly, and he whined, the pain going straight to his cock. He could hear rustling from the bed, and he looked over to see Minho straining against the restraints, his dick swollen and bouncing against his stomach. Jonghyun licked his lips.

"Ah ah.“ Jinki gently took Jonghyun’s jaw in one hand, the other pinching even harder on Jonghyun’s swollen nipple. "Look at me.”

Jonghyun’s eyes met Jinki’s again, wet with pain and arousal.

"Do you want to touch me?“

"Yes, sir.”

Jinki’s nod was Jonghyun’s signal, and his hands immediately traced his shoulders, traveling down muscled arms. Jonghyun briefly entangled his fingers with Jinki’s, squeezing lightly before bringing his hands to rest on Jinki’s hips. He pressed his thumb gently into the indention on Jinki’s hip, reveling in the low sound Jinki made. Over on the bed, Minho moaned, too. Jinki’s moans were heaven.

Over and around Jinki’s body Jonghyun drew his hands, trailing over the small patch of hair leading down from his bellybutton to his cock. Jinki lead their mouths back together as Jonghyun’s hand wrapped around his erection, stroking it slowly.

Jinki’s hands swept down Jonghyun’s body, coming to rest on his ass, grabbing the cheeks roughly until Jonghyun whimpered. I’m in trouble now.

Jinki frowned into their kiss as Jonghyun’s hand stopped, but he continued, the fingers of one hand prodding at Jonghyun’s hole, only to find it wet. Jinki pulled back and looked at Jonghyun incredulously.

Minho could hear nothing but silence in between labored breaths. Silence wasn’t usually good. What the hell has Jonghyun done?

He hears a sharp crack and Jonghyun crying out. And then a moan.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?“

Oh. That.

Minho’s body felt hot. His cock was leaking precum; he could feel the drops pooling on his stomach.

Another sharp crack, and Jonghyun sobbed, "No, sir.”

"That makes sense. I didn’t think I could have forgotten something like that.“

Jinki’s voice was darker, thicker now, and Minho whined. He wanted to come, but he needed to last.

"Over to the stool.”

Jonghyun nodded, walking over to the giant footstool next to the dresser and standing beside it, anticipating his punishment.

Jinki sat down on the stool and Jonghyun immediately sank to his knees, arching himself over Jinki’s lap. It was always strange to do this when Jinki was also naked. More care had to be taken not to crush more delicate parts. Finding a position that worked for both of them, Jinki set to work, his hand coming down hard on Jonghyun’s ass until Jonghyun was moaning, sobbing that he was “sorry, sir,” as his cock rubbed against Jinki’s leg.

Jinki nodded in satisfaction. He loved when Jonghyun was like this. Needy, helpless to do anything except what Jinki wanted of him. Jonghyun’s ass was flushed a nice red, as were Jinki’s hands, but he gave it a couple more smacks, watching in amusement as Jonghyun tried to rut his hips down for some friction.

"Ah… But you’ve been bad, Jonghyun. I don’t think you should get to come yet.“

He heard Minho moan from over on the bed, and he looked up, smirking. He loved that they both gave up control to him so easily, that they wanted him this much.

Jinki’s fingers prodded gently at Jonghyun’s slick hole, one slipping in easily and another without too much work. He’d been home with Jonghyun for a while, so he’d guessed it’d been a little while since he stretched himself. With a second finger inside, Jinki began moving his fingers in and out, stretching the two apart to stretch Jonghyun further and make room for more.

Two fingers soon turned to three, Jonghyun whimpering and curling around Jinki’s lap as Jinki’s fingers pressed downwards, grazing his prostate gently. Jinki focused his fingers there, rubbing with gentle, but firm, motions. It usually took Jonghyun a little while to adjust to the feeling, his body sensitive, and Jinki took his time, waiting until Jonghyun was crying out before pressing more firmly.

"Is this enough, or do you want one more finger?”

Jinki knew he was big, thick at least, and he always wanted to make sure that Jonghyun wouldn’t be hurt. But Jonghyun often enjoyed the burn of the stretch, sometimes opting for Jinki to enter him with less preparation than even this.

"Please,“ Jonghyun whimpered. "I want you inside of me, sir.” His hips rolled down, trying once more to get some relief, but Jinki only pushed his fingers in and out a few times more before removing them, reaching for a tissue on the dresser to wipe off his fingers.

"Up.“ Jinki ordered, and Jonghyun scrambled to obey, his legs shaky. Grabbing one of the many small bottles of lube that they liked to keep there, he trickled some onto his cock, putting the bottle back before crooking a finger at Jonghyun.

Jinki leaned back onto his arms, adjusting himself on the large footstool so that Jonghyun would have enough room. "Ride me.”

Swinging his legs around Jinki’s hips, Jonghyun settled himself over the elder. Knowing that Jinki wasn’t going to help him, probably as part of his punishment, Jonghyun reached back, steadying Jinki’s dick as he pushed himself down on it, his muscles stretching to accommodate.

Jinki threw his head back, biting his lip as he felt Jonghyun’s heat surrounding him, swallowing him inch by inch. Unable to take the teasing, Jinki opened his eyes to meet Jonghyun’s, gripping his hips before pulling him all the way down onto his cock. Both of them cried out, the pleasure overwhelming their senses for a moment until Jinki heard the whimpers coming from the bed. Chuckling, he looked over and watched Minho for a moment as he curled and uncurled his legs before looking back up at the boyfriend on top of him.

Quickly, Jonghyun lifted himself before taking Jinki all the way again. And again and again, his pace speeding up as Jinki lifted his hips, thrusting into Jonghyun hard.

Every thrust brushed that bundle of nerves inside of him, and Jonghyun swiveled his hips, aiming for more contact. Jinki choked out a groan, his hands running up Jonghyun’s chest to pinch at his nipples again. Jonghyun wishes this could last forever, but he also wants wants to come, the need building in his body until he’s keening, forcing his body up and slamming down hard, trying to keep his pace steady.

Jinki could tell that Jonghyun’s legs were getting tired, moving his hands to Jonghyun’s hips to assist in his movements. Jonghyun looks beautiful, hair wild and sweat coating his body.

"Do you want to come baby?“

Simultaneous moans left the lips of both his lovers and Jinki has to fight the urge to laugh.

"Yes, sir,” Jonghyun breathed. “Please.”

The last word ends on a drawn out moan as Jinki reached between them, grasping Jonghyun’s cock. He ran his thumb over the head, precum spreading with every movement, before moving down to the base to jerk Jonghyun off.

He could tell Jonghyun is close by the way his hips stutter and he stiffens, and Jinki is close, too, his breathing quickening as a flush settles across his cheeks and all the way down his chest. Moving his hand back up to the head of Jonghyun’s cock, Jinki digs his thumb roughly into the slit, creating a pressure he knows Jonghyun can’t resist as Jonghyun comes, making a mess between them.

Thrusting into Jonghyun one, two, three more times, Jinki comes, too, his head thrown back, his eyes scrunched shut, and his mouth open as he comes silently, his hand gripping Jonghyun’s hip harshly. Jonghyun slumps against him, breathing erratic, as he comes down from his high. Jinki nuzzles into Jonghyun’s neck, causing the smaller man to shiver, a small noise making its way out of Jinki’s throat as Jonghyun clenches around his oversensitive cock.

Minho holds his breath. I did it. His thoughts were nearly delirious. I did it.

Soon enough he hears the sounds of shifting from across the room, flesh sliding on flesh as Jinki and Jonghyun separate themselves. He hears Jonghyun’s whine at the loss of contact and Jinki’s concerned tone asking if he was ok. Minho waits patiently, focusing on his body and trying not to let excitement get the better of him at the thought of what could possibly lie ahead. He made it this far, he can’t lose now.

Jinki and Jonghyun stay caught in their afterglow for a few minutes until Jinki glances over to the bed where Minho’s tense body was still tied.

"Minho,“ Jonghyun breathes, legs shaky as they both make their way to the bed. Jinki takes a seat on the edge, allowing Jonghyun to crawl onto the bed on Minho’s other side, his eyes fixated on Minho’s flushed, aroused body. Curling himself into the taller man, he runs a soothing hand across Minho’s cheekbone, causing the man to turn his head toward Jonghyun.

"Jonghyun?”

Jonghyun smiles, laying a kiss on Minho’s plush lips, his own swollen ones tingling at the contact. “You did it,” he says against Minho’s mouth. Minho smiles, feeling giddy.

Feeling another hand on his body, stroking his chest, Minho jolts, his head turning away from Jonghyun toward the other side of the bed.

"Jinki?“

Minho receives no response, but the hand continues stroking his chest, making its way until the tip of one finger brushes the bud of Minho’s nipple. Minho’s hands clench against his thighs, pulling at his restraints gently.

"Sir?”

"So pretty,“ Jinki whispers in his ear, leaning down so his lips brush it gently, and Minho whines, his senses on overdrive. "Do you know how perfect you look all tied up for me?”

"I’m a little-“ Minho swallows, his mouth dry. "Blind. So, no.”

He feels the sharp sting of a swat against one of his thighs, the warmth going straight to his already straining erection.

"Back talk will get you nowhere.“

Minho swallows again. He knows this. He knows how Jonghyun gets punished for talking back in the bedroom, and he’d much rather have his reward thank you all the same.

Jinki’s hands move away from Minho’s chest as he takes in the sight of his boyfriend, naked, sweaty, and tied down for all of their pleasure. Jonghyun looks up and meets Jinki’s eyes, awaiting his next instruction Feelings of pride tinged with arousal course through him, and Jinki moves his hands down to where Minho’s wrists are tied to his thighs. He slips a finger in between one of the restraints and Minho’s skin, checking for any signs that Minho has been fighting too hard or that he had tied them too tight.

"Are these uncomfortable?”

"No, sir.“

Over the course of the past few months, Minho had learned to love the restraints, actually. He didn’t fight against them nearly as often, and he loved the peaceful feeling they gave him.

"Are you ready for your reward?”

Minho gritted his teeth, nodding, and Jonghyun chuckled, his breath warm against Minho’s neck. If I don’t come first.

"I’m going to untie you. Keep the blindfold on. I’ll be tying you again once you’re where I want you.“

The words flowed across Minho’s skin, burning him with pleasure, and he nodded again. He felt Jonghyun’s hands on his left thigh, moving to the restraint to undo it as Jinki did the same on his right. They both took a minute to rub Minho’s wrists, Jinki bringing one up to his mouth for a gentle kiss.

Minho felt his world spin as he was flipped onto his stomach, landing with a soft "umph.”

"Hands and knees.“

Minho obeyed, Jinki’s words sending a rush of heat through his body. Would Jinki fuck him tonight? Or maybe Jonghyun? The whole time that Minho had been with the them, the two had never fucked Minho, nor asked to be fucked by him. Is tonight the night?

He felt Jonghyun’s hands on him, one at his shoulder and the other on his ass, urging him up the bed. When he reached the place that the two obviously wanted him, the hand on his shoulder pressed down gently, making Minho press his chest into the bed, his ass in the air. He could feel the heat of embarrassment washing through him. He couldn’t see anything, but he was open for both of his lovers.

"So pretty,” Jonghyun said softly, and Minho stiffened, and then relaxed. Jonghyun looked up at Jinki from his place next to Minho, only to see the eldest looking hungrily at them both, his eyes dark and his cock half hard again.

Tearing his eyes away from the sight before him, Jinki moved to the head of the bed, taking one of Minho’s wrists and leading it up to the headboard. Getting the message, Minho brought his other wrist up to meet it, sighing contentedly as he felt the restraints being strapped back on. Looping the restraints through the slats in the headboard, Jinki tied Minho’s wrists together, tying them tight enough that Minho had limited movement.

"What’s going to happen?“

Minho’s voice was muffled by the pillow his head was turned into, and Jinki chuckled, watching the shiver run through Minho, goosebumps appearing all over his skin.

"I’m going to sit here and watch, maybe help a little, if it’s needed. Talk to you, just to drive you crazy.” Jinki pressed a kiss to Minho’s shoulder blade, returning to his seat at the edge of the bed. “And Jonghyun is going to eat your ass.”

Minho squeaked, and Jonghyun felt blood rush both to his face and his cock.

"I really…“ Jonghyun breathed in, moving down a little toward the center of the bed so he could get a better look at Minho’s ass. "I really like it. But, Jinki doesn’t really get much from it, so he only lets me do it when I’ve been really good. Since we were both good tonight…” One of Jonghyun’s hands made its way to the crack of Minho’s ass, sliding down the crease as he paused to swallow and collect his thoughts. Minho clenched his cheeks together, the sensation of even a finger there overwhelming him. What am I going to do when he sticks his tongue there?

"He thought it would be a good reward,“ Jonghyun said as he took notice of Minho’s stiff body. "But we can do something different if you’re uncomfortable.” He couldn’t help the slight disappointment that tinged his voice, his fingers still running along the crack of Minho’s bum, slow and gentle motions designed to relax.

"I… Um. No one has ever done that for me.“ Minho’s voice was breathless, and he could feel his cock straining at the thought of someone’s tongue there. He struggled to relax his body, his mind overwhelmed with sensations and thoughts of what these two men did to him.

"Really?” Jonghyun sounded surprised, and Jinki chuckled. “Not everyone has a thing for it like you do, baby.”

Jonghyun just shrugged, his fingers moving so that his hands could grip the cheeks of Minho’s ass, spreading them gently to get a look at his entrance. “Is that a yes, Minho?”

Minho breathed deeply, almost accidentally inhaling part of the pillow case, before answering.

"Yes.“

Jonghyun didn’t dive right in. He folded his legs underneath him, scooting closer so that he could reach, his head kneading and massaging Minho’s ass and the lower part of his back until he felt him relax, his spine curving his body into the mattress.

The first kiss to the curve of Minho’s bum had him moaning softly, encouraging Jonghyun to continue. Jinki watched as Jonghyun ran his teeth across Minho’s skin, listened as Minho whimpered, his hips jumping slightly. He moved to lay on his side on the bed, using up some of the plentiful space the bed provided. Comfortably on his side, Jinki used one arm to prop himself up, his other hand moving to run his fingers through Minho’s dark hair. Minho hissed as he felt those fingers tightening, loving the sparks of pain that shot straight to his groin, and he pushed his hips back toward Jonghyun, the restraints on his wrists preventing him from moving very far.

Jonghyun took this opportunity to lean in, his fingers spreading Minho once more so that he was left exposed. Minho shivered again, whining as Jinki crushed his lips with his own right as Jonghyun swiped his tongue against his entrance, Jinki drinking down the sound.

It felt good, way better than Minho expected, and he opened his mouth to Jinki’s kiss, letting the eldest invade his mouth as Jonghyun did the same to his ass.

Jonghyun is so so good with his tongue, Minho decides as the next few firm licks against his hole cause him to shudder. Who knew it’d feel this good?

Jonghyun prods his tongue at Minho’s entrance, feeling proud when Minho sobs into the pillow at the feeling. He’s glad that Minho is so sensitive to this. It makes an already-enjoyable task even more so, and Jonghyun gets lost in the heady pleasure of giving pleasure to someone else.

His tongue slips into Minho’s puckered hole, and he moans at the feeling of it contracting around his tongue. Pushing in further, Jonghyun places both hands on Minho’s ass, bracing himself for balance before pulling away to lick at the rim once again, Minho shuddering from the loss.

"Do we have anything flavored” Jonghyun asks, lifting his head to find Jinki.

Jinki laughs, moving away from Minho’s squirming body and looking in the small box on the bedside table. “What? Don’t like the taste?”

Minho keens. The way Jinki says “taste” has the feeling in his balls building up until it’s almost unbearable. No. I can’t ruin this now. I finally did it.

Jinki tosses something small to Jonghyun, who reaches up one hand to catch it, fumbling a bit before finally getting a good grasp on the bottle, mumbling under his breath about how he liked the way Minho tasted but he had an idea and if Jinki would just wait he would see.

"Cherry? Is this the sample we got from the shop last time?“

Jinki nods, and Jonghyun huffs, "I hope this one doesn’t taste like cough medicine. You know I hate artificial cherry-flavored things.”

Minho hears the lid of the bottle being cracked open, and Jonghyun’s “Shit, I hate these stupid paper seals they put on these. They’re a little difficult to get off in the heat of the moment.” almost makes him laugh, but he waits patiently, hoping for Jinki to take his place next to him again while he receives his reward. He feels pressure on the bed, and he whines softly, hoping to gain a touch, just anything.

"Hush,“ comes Jinki’s voice, and Minho immediately obeys, the power in that voice too compelling, casting a spell over Minho’s body. Holding himself still, Minho feels the blood rushing through his body, waiting for the next word or movement or touch.

Jonghyun drizzles the lube onto the tip of one finger, tasting it gingerly before shrugging at Jinki and covering his fingers and Minho’s clenching hole completely, his mind focused on making Minho feel good.

Jonghyun slowly inserts a finger, listening for any sounds of discomfort from Minho, but none come, only the muffled sound of a low moan and a small push of his hips back onto Jonghyun’s hand. Slowly, Jonghyun works his other finger in beside the first, enjoying the slick warmth of Minho around his fingers.

Jinki, having moved to lay back where he was beside Minho, moves his hand down Minho’s back, stopping between his hips to press down gently.

"Spread a bit more,” he whispers, his voice throaty as he watches one of his boyfriends fuck the other with his fingers.

Minho whines, he already feels so close to coming, but he does as he’s ordered, the sound of Jinki’s voice coating his body in a heat that he never wants to escape. His legs spread slightly, changing the angle at which Jonghyun’s fingers are entering him, and he cries out as Jonghyun’s fingers venture deeper, scissoring apart to stretch him.

Satisfied that he’s made enough room, Jonghyun moves his face back to Minho’s ass, his tongue licking around where Minho was stretched around his fingers.

"Fuck,“ he heard Minho whisper, and he blushed. He loved when he could make people swear like that. Pushing his tongue against Minho’s rim, he pushed roughly, stretching him further as his fingers rubbed.

Soon enough, Minho is rocking back onto Jonghyun’s fingers and tongue, and Jinki watches as Jonghyun removes his fingers before placing his tongue right back where it had been, able to fit more in now that he had stretched Minho on his fingers.

Jinki smirked, looking down once more to find that Minho had shifted himself so that his face was to the side, his lip between his teeth while he whimpered. He couldn’t see anything, but he was looking for Jinki.

Leaning down, Jinki licked around the shell of Minho’s ear, loving the sounds he made and the way his body trembled.

"Do you want to come?”

"Yes, oh, yes.“ The words leaving Minho’s mouth are mostly gibberish, and Jinki brings his hand up again to wrap his fingers in Minho’s hair.

"What do you say when you want to come?”

"Please,“ Minho sobs. "Fuck- please, sir.”

Jinki’s voice is creating waves of pleasure in Minho’s body along with Jonghyun’s tongue, and he’s not sure how long he can hold back anymore, regardless of how much Jinki wants him to wait.

"You’ve been such a good boy,“ Jinki croons. His hand leaves Minho’s hair, watching in amusement as Minho’s head falls limply back to the pillows as his hand works its way underneath Minho’s body to grasp his cock.

Minho wails as Jinki works his hand around his cock, his hands tugging at his restraints.

"You’re so close, aren’t you? Come on, come for us.”

And Minho comes, semen dripping down onto the sheets beneath him and covering Jinki’s hand, hips jumping back to fuck himself onto Jonghyun’s tongue one final time before collapsing, his legs stretched to the sides, creating an uncomfortable pressure on his hamstrings.

"You did so good,“ Jinki praises him as he removes the blindfold, pushing back sweaty hair and taking in blissed-out eyes as he kisses Minho gently. Minho shivers, an aftershock caused by Jinki’s voice running through him.

He can feel Jonghyun leave the bed and walk away, probably headed to wash up, as Jinki undoes the restraints around Minho’s wrists, rubbing the marks where he pulled too tight in those final moments.

"I’m ok,” Minho says dazedly. He slowly stretches his legs out now that Jonghyun isn’t in the way, and relaxes into Jinki’s touch as he makes sure Minho hasn’t hurt himself.

Moments later, Jonghyun comes back with a towel and a wet washcloth.

"I already cleaned myself up, but we’re going to need to get you clean and put this down on the bed so we can sleep.“ He waves the towel cheerily at them. "I don’t feel like washing the sheets tonight.”

Jinki laughs, taking the towel. Jonghyun hops back on the bed, and Minho feels the warm wetness run between his ass cheeks, cleaning up the mess of lube and saliva. He sighs softly, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of.

Once he’s clean, Jonghyun pushes him gently so that he’ll roll over, and Minho sleepily complies. Jonghyun moves up toward the headboard, kissing Minho deeply before working on the mess on his stomach.

"Thank you for cleaning me,“ Minho says drowsily, glancing over at Jinki as he lays the towel on the bed over the spot where Minho came.

"Thank you for letting me lick your ass,” Jonghyun replies, his tone caught between sarcastic and genuine, and both Jinki and Minho smile at him. “I won’t do that every time, you know.”

Jinki leaves briefly, his only explanation being “lights.”

"I know,“ Minho replies, watching as Jonghyun tries and fails to make a basket with the washcloth into the laundry basket across the room, though he knows that Jonghyun would likely love the opportunity to have Minho in that position again.

"I’ll pick it up tomorrow,” Jonghyun says when Minho protests. “You can be middle tonight.”

Minho smiles, grabbing Jonghyun’s wrist and pulling him down to kiss him before letting the smaller man wrap himself around Minho’s larger frame. Jinki comes back quickly, turning out the lights to the bedroom before making his way into bed as well. Oh. Lights.

Once in bed, Jinki reaches over to gather Minho and Jonghyun’s naked bodies close to his.

"No more sexting each other if I’m not in on it,“ Jinki orders, yawning before throwing his legs over Minho’s, ready to sleep.

The younger two laugh, knowing that, if it does happen again, it’s well worth the punishment.

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a-kpop-know-it-all

6 years ago

A Weekend on Jeju (M)

Summary: Namjoon asks you to accompany him on a weekend vacation so he won’t be alone, and you decide to use it as an opportunity to confront him about the steamy moment you shared a few months ago, but can you work up the courage?

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 10.7k

TW: swearing, Namjoon cooking, flirting/teasing, confusing kisses, mixed signals, insinuated masturbation, shower scene, biting, oral, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fluffy sex, squirting

You stretch as your eyes flutter open, feeling well relaxed after your nap in such a comfortable bed. Wait a minute. Bed? You shoot up and look around. You have no idea where you are, or a better yet, where your pants are, because they aren’t on your legs like they were this morning. The last thing you remember is being in the van. You had just gotten off the boat and were on your way to the house you were staying at on Jeju.

You look around the room to see light streaming in the open windows, a light breeze blowing the curtains, your luggage placed neatly at the end of the bed. You hop up and walk over to the sliding glass door adjacent to you, opening it to be instantly greeted by the smell of salt water and the sound of crashing waves. You walk out onto the deck as the warmth of the afternoon sun envelops you. You walk to the edge and lean over the bannister, smiling when you see exactly how close you are to the water.

“Wow.” You breathe out, admiring the scenery around you. You thought places like this only existed in movies.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A familiar voice behind you interrupts your thoughts.

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a-kpop-know-it-all

7 years ago