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jaethecreator · 9 days

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Aahh I was wondering if you could maybe write binnies reaction to Jisung buying him the skirts he had been eyeing for awhile, playfully ushering binnie off to try them on. ! <3

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay first request here we go, be prepared !! i hope you like it <3

Stray Skirts by @jaethecreator wc: 3.1k

Tags: BinSung, Cross-dressing, Skirts, Thigh Highs, Top Han Jisung, Bottom Seo Changbin, Fluff, Smut, College Student Han Jisung, Producer Seo Changbin, Slight Confidence Issues, Praise, Body Worship, BJ, Jisung is horny and Changbin suffers (in a good way).

If you looked at Seo Changbin from the outside, you’d have multiple thoughts. One: he can look quite intimidating. Many colleagues found the producer quite hard to approach. However, those close to him knew him as a mood-maker and the victim of many giggle-fits. Two: he was big. Large arms hugged by the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, and an even larger chest actively trying to escape said shirt. Three: his wardrobe was darker than most. The clothes Changbin tended to wear ranged from mostly ebony to cool black. No one but his boyfriend knew the plethora of colors hidden in his closet...

If you looked at Han Jisung from the outside, your thoughts would vary. One: he looked like a bit of a nerd. Large glasses with a sheepish smile were his go-to. Two: he’s quiet. The only time he wasn’t quiet was with close friends or his boyfriend. When he was comfortable, however, Jisung could be just as loud as any extrovert. Three: people assume he can’t be the top when standing beside his boyfriend. Behind closed doors though, the number of times he’d left Changbin pleased as punch with cum leaking from his hole was countless.

Initial thoughts aside, no one could guess from looking at the two in public that Changbin liked to cross-dress. Specifically, he loved to wear skirts. Feeling so free and pretty appealed to him more than he’d like to admit. When he’d first confessed it to Jisung, he was shy. The apples of his cheeks and the shells of his ears were pink, even as Jisung carded his fingers through Changbin’s curly hair and assured him nothing was wrong with what he loved. After learning the fact, he enthusiastically bought his boyfriend a skirt with hearts in his eyes the next day. Changbin found it hard to truly ask for things, always eager to please and satisfy—but there was nothing more that Jisung wanted to do than treat his boyfriend with whatever he wanted.

But Jisung didn’t just stop at one skirt.

Much to his wallet’s display (queue crickets chirping and cobwebs inside), Changbin was gifted skirts every two weeks. He still hadn’t built up the confidence to go shopping for them in person yet, so Jisung took to learning his sizing himself and surprising him every few weeks. Thankfully, an "accidental" discovery made his purchasing easier this week.

Changbin had left after having dinner with Jisung in their apartment to make his way to the studio he worked at, where he'd presumably be working on music till late at night. Unfortunately for Changbin, he had left behind his work laptop. Feeling stressed (even though it wasn’t him who left the computer), Jisung noticed and immediately grabbed the charging cord to unplug it. However, the unplugging of the laptop had woken the screen, and Jisung’s curiosity got the best of him.

The tab that had caught his interest was a site called Stray Skirts.

Jisung glanced side to side as if somehow Changbin was watching him (he wasn’t, obviously). He tilted his head as his eyes scanned the clothing website's page. After they settled on the wish-list icon at the top right, Jisung licked his lips determinedly and clicked once more. A screen filled with beautiful skirts opened, each selectively hearted by his adoring boyfriend. A soft coo left his lips, knowing Changbin would have looked drop-dead gorgeous in every single one. Truly, Jisung had never seen something not look perfect on Changbin—like it wasn’t made for him to wear.

Quickly choosing, Jisung added the top 3 skirts from Changbin’s wish list to the shopping cart. The first was a black faux leather miniskirt. The second skirt was a gorgeous mesh black floral print, much longer than the first one he’d seen. Lastly, the third and final skirt was Jisung’s favorite— a cream lace miniskirt that would pair beautifully with any piece in his boyfriend’s closet. He could already feel his heart fluttering just imagining Changbin opening his gifts and looking so pretty in his skirts, soft thighs spreading underneath them as he sat down. The way the leather of the first skirt would hug the front of his tummy and the curves of his ass, highlighting two of Jisung’s favorite parts of Changbin’s body. Warmth rose to his cheeks, while also sinking elsewhere.

"Get it together, Jisung..." He mumbled to himself.

Trying to calm his excitement, Jisung shook his head like a snow globe and began to put in his card information to make the purchase. He knew using the same account already logged in could risk Changbin finding out about the surprise, but Jisung couldn’t ignore that his boyfriend had reward points available to be used at checkout. Being a college student was tough, so if he could save money while pampering his boyfriend—Jisung was all up for it. After purchasing, he set up the tracking to be sent to his phone and email instead of Changbin’s.

Once he finished paying and knew he’d left no way for his boyfriend to discover the surprise, Jisung triumphantly puffed his chest and placed his hands on his hips—feeling proud of himself. However, this didn’t last long. The second he’d exhaled he felt his posture deflating, as he realized now he’d need to see his boyfriend in person and would have to keep the surprise a secret. Part of him started to feel a little guilty for taking so long to bring his boyfriend’s laptop, but surely he could forgive him in the name of love and romance.

Speaking of his boyfriend, it seemed he’d realized he’d left his work laptop at home by the vibration in his pocket. Changbin was calling Jisung’s phone asking him to bring it probably, so he put the computer away in its bag. Once he answered the phone, Jisung was greeted by Changbin’s sweet voice.

“Yeobo… I think I left my laptop on the coffee table. Can you bring it, please?”

“Jagi, please. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“Not mine! My boyfriend would run 100 miles if I asked!”

“I would! You’d have to carry me back though, I don’t think my legs could take all that cardio..”

“Mine neither, but that’s beside the point! Be careful on your way, Jisungie—I love you!”

“Love you too hyung!”

If you saw Jisung’s face, you could tell his smile was warm and genuine. His eyes and lips shared the same expression, swelling with happiness and love after talking with Changbin on the phone. He couldn’t wait to see his boyfriend, even if he’d only been gone for an extremely short time. Was it possible to be just as excited about the gift as Changbin would be once he received it?

————————3 days later————————

The day the skirts arrived was perfect. Jisung’s classes were canceled because of an incident on campus, and Changbin had decided to work on some song lyrics at home. This meant the couple could be lazy together, basking in each other’s warmth and presence. There was nothing more that Changbin wanted to do than spend the day snuggled against his boyfriend.

Changbin had left Jisung’s koala grab to shower, returning from their bathroom with only a towel wrapped low around his waist. Wet messy curls rested perfectly on his head, looking more delicious than he did going in. Jisung couldn’t help but ogle at his boyfriend’s body, causing the other to smirk and flex his arms. However, Changbin's arms weren’t the first parts Jisung's eyes had landed on.

The swell of his chest came first. Jisung's eyes darted from the top of Changbin's hair to the pair of tits that stared straight at him. He knew the socially acceptable term for them was pecs, but the way the soft flesh often filled the cups of Jisung's hands said otherwise. As he watched Changbin, he couldn’t help but wet his lips. It was easy for Jisung to imagine his teeth taking each nipple into his mouth, giving both buds equal pleasure as he elicited the prettiest of whimpers from his beautiful boyfriend.

God, Jisung was puddy..

After his eyes had their way with Changbin’s plush chest, Jisung's eyes trailed down to the pudge at his waist. Jisung had lovingly marked the skin there plenty of times before and Changbin never tired from the attention. He found the softness of the other’s torso delectable, always trailing his lips and fingers over what he could. Jisung would take the flesh of Changbin’s tummy between his teeth, nipping with his nose pressed into his skin, hands resting on both sides of his waist. He'd hold his beautiful Binnie there, indulging in the little belly that had formed from never saying no to what indulged him.

He’d have continued surveying the sight before him, but at some point, he'd realized Changbin was trying to get his attention by calling his name.

“Baby?”

“Baby..?”

“Sungie...?”

“Sung-ah!”

“Jisung-ah!”

“Han Jisung!”

“Yah, are you even listening to me?! Hello?!”

Jisung was startled as he blinked, realizing he’d zoned out into his own Changbin fantasies when said fantasy was standing there. His eyes immediately looked up, watching as the other stepped closer towards him. Jisung’s hands moved to rest on Changbin’s hips. He held him there, giving him all his attention—his breath waiting on whatever word Changbin would say next.

The older had wanted Jisung to pay attention, but his eyes looked up at him like he was the stars in the sky. He couldn’t help but blush, feeling shyer by the minute.

“Wah.. what’s this atmosphere now? Do you feel bad for not answering?”

Changbin teased him with his words, then used one of his stubbier hands to push a curl behind the shell of Jisung’s ear. Afterward, he used the same hand to begin petting the back of Jisung’s head—an amused smile on his face.

“I was just thinking, Binnie. What’s up?”

“Did you not hear our Alexa? She said a package arrived. I was asking you if you ordered anything?”

“Ahhhh, did Alexa say that? She must be running low on battery.”

“Jisungie. She plugs into the wall.”

“..Right. Well, you should know by now what it is hyung! Did you think I’d forget your skirts?”

Feeling more bashful than before, Changbin looked down while smiling like a fool. Even though he loved the spoiling and pampering from his boyfriend, he’d never say it out loud—but Jisung could read him like a book.

“Yeobo.. you know you don’t have to buy me new ones every few weeks. I never wear them out in public anyways.”

Changbin spoke with a pout on his face. He felt guilty getting so many pretty skirts and never having the confidence to wear them out of the house. He wanted people to see them—he wanted people to see how much Jisung loved him.

A gentle hand meeting his cheek brought the older out of his thoughts. Jisung’s thumb rubbed the soft skin as he felt heat rising under it. When Changbin was blushing prettily like this for him, he couldn’t hide the satisfied smile that’d spread across his face.

“Doesn’t matter. I think you look perfect in every single one. And you feel happy in your skirts, right Binnie?”

Softly sighing, Changbin pressed his cheek further into Jisung’s hand, causing the apple of his cheek to squish against his palm. Jisung giggled at this, which in turn caused Changbin to as well. The sound alone reminded Jisung of wedding bells, but that was a thought for later.

“I’ll take that as a yes. While you finish drying, I’ll go and get the skirts! When I get back, you should give me a little fashion show~”

——————A few minutes later——————

Jisung returned to the bedroom holding the box of skirts as Changbin turned his attention to it. The other had simply changed into his briefs, prepared to get himself in a skirt soon. With a pleased smile, he broke the distance between them and began undoing the ribbon that tied the package together.

A soft gasp left Jisung’s boyfriend, which surprised him. Normally he was much louder than—

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! YOU DIDN’T!!!!! YAAAAAAAH!!!!”

Jisung’s hands had clamped over his ears, eyes screwed shut as he laughed. While Changbin let out happy noises and giggles, the younger was internally gushing at how overjoyed his boyfriend was. Jisung was sure they’d receive a noise complaint, but it was the furthest thing from his mind. When he saw Changbin excitingly putting on the mesh skirt, it felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Nothing felt better than making the other so happy.

Anything and everything he’d been stressing out over the past two weeks disappeared from his mind simply because of how happy his boyfriend looked. He’d remember them all tomorrow, but now—he felt free. Free to indulge in his lover’s happiness.

“Do you like them, jagi? I’ve been keeping it a secret!”

“Aish, how could you keep this from me?! They’re beautiful, just like the day I saw them online!”

“You know, I couldn’t have done it without you. We make a good team!”

“..What do you mean, Sung-ah?”

“Remember when you forgot your laptop hyung? I saw the site from there!”

“..Yah. So you spied on my laptop?”

“In the name of love! And romance! Romance isn’t dead! I kept it alive all by myself for the past 3 days, I swear!”

“You’re too funny sometimes... I’m just kidding, yeobo—that doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh thank god.. I thought I was in trouble.”

“Even if you were, how could I be mad when I look this good in the skirt you bought me?”

Jisung’s gaze lowered from Changbin’s face to the skirt he’d put on first, watching his boyfriend playfully wiggling his hips. Was it normal to find someone so cute and sexy all at once? The younger felt his lips parting to speak, but nothing came out as Changbin quickly motioned for Jisung to leave the room, claiming he had to grab something as a surprise for him.

“A surprise for me? Hyung, are you trying to one-up me?!”

“Don’t say something like that! I’m just returning the favor, that’s all. I’ve had them for a while anyways...”

Jisung tilted his head, curious about what his boyfriend could be referring to. However, Changbin gave him a look that meant “If you don’t leave now, I’ll make you leave” which was hot in theory, but he also didn’t feel like getting pushed out of their shared bedroom—so he exited on his own accord. When he returned, Jisung felt his jaw go slack.

Changbin was sitting on the bed wearing the cream skirt Jisung had bought him over his black briefs and a pair of white thigh-highs. Jisung’s mouth went dry as he took the view in, still not used to how cute his boyfriend looked wearing the clothing. Changbin’s legs were already gorgeous and thick, but the soft material of the thigh-highs stretching over his tanned skin and hugging his plush thighs was enough to send Jisung into cardiac arrest.

“You look like a dream.”

“Wanted to put the skirt on for you, Sungie. Wanted to look pretty when you came back.”

Changbin all but batted his eyelashes, even as Jisung walked closer to the bed. Using both hands, Jisung gently separated his boyfriend’s legs to give himself more access. One by one he placed kiss after kiss along the flesh of Changbin’s inner thighs, his hands smoothing up and down the outer sides. He could feel a subtle squirm here and there, which only filled Jisung with the confidence he needed.

Jisung carefully filled the space between them, one of his hands holding the back of Changbin’s head as he pressed their lips together, hovering over him. Once the older’s hands met his waist, Jisung deepened the kiss, free hand splayed against Changbin’s back. The hand that took solace in his curls began to tug, causing his boyfriend to whine softly as their lips parted. He knew it was time for him to make his baby feel good.

“So fucking gorgeous...”

He mumbled against Changbin’s plump lips, taking the bottom one between his teeth. Jisung gently laid the other against the bed, his hands moving to squeeze at his chest. Mewling and whining underneath him, Binnie was looking gorgeous—large muscles all for show. It was so sexy knowing that Changbin could overpower him at any second, but that he chose to submit so beautifully underneath Jisung every time.

Jisung gently licked a stripe between Changbin’s pecs, hands continuing their ministrations until he took a nipple into his mouth. A soft gasp left his boyfriend, Changbin’s lips performing a perfect “o” shape as his eyelashes fluttered. The younger couldn’t help the wetness of his lips as he pulled away, looking like a man possessed.

“Fuck.. feels like these tits were made for my mouth, hyung. Are they mine..? They’re mine, yeah?”

He pressed a kiss to the nipple he’d finished sucking on, then moved to Changbin’s other pec. Underneath him, his boyfriend could barely answer the question asked to him with a strained “Mhm..” The pleased noises escaping Changbin were a sign that it was time for Jisung to go further.

If Changbin hadn’t been able to answer fully before, Jisung pulling off his skirt and briefs and then taking him into his mouth had left him speechless. The lips around his cock sent a shiver down his spine, his toes curling in response as well. Jisung had Changbin throbbing between his legs, his strong hands gripping the bed sheets beside him. Moans escaped the older left and right, feeling debauched and at Jisung’s disposal.

“M’gonna cum, Sung-ah... Binnie’s gonna cum.”

Jisung hummed around his shaft as Changbin whined, feeling like he’d see stars soon because of how good the other made him feel. The fact that Jisung was still fully clothed in front of him somehow made it even sexier in the older’s eyes. He screwed them shut after the realization, doll lips so pretty and pink as they formed moan after moan. Jisung continued to swirl his tongue, sucking Changbin through until his orgasm.

With a huff, Changbin’s hips jolted several times before cumming into Jisung’s mouth. The younger was plenty prepared to take every drop while his boyfriend writhed on the bed sheets. While swallowing, Jisung gulped down Changbin’s load and pulled back, a groan leaving his lips.

“Hyung.. you look fucking delicious. Need to be in you... need my jagi filled with my cock.”

His voice was croaky, making Jisung sound so desperate for him that it took Changbin’s breath away. Quickly, the younger began pulling his clothes off and wriggling out of his underwear, revealing how hard and dripping with precum he was. Changbin gasps at the sight, eyes trained on his boyfriend as Jisung reaches into the nightstand for lube and begins coating his fingers. When his attention turned back to Changbin, a smirk was plastered across his face.

“You like being filled up.. right Binnie?”

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violet-1atte · 6 months

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Kinktober Day Seventeen: Threesome - 3Racha

Tags: Top!Chan, top!Changbin, bottom!Jisung, unprotected sex, spitroasting, oral sex, anal sex, married!Binchan

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The music of the club was loud enough to make the floors vibrate and the lights were brighter than the colorful drink Changbin was sipping on. The ring on his left hand glinted in the light, perfectly matching the one on Chan’s same finger. They were both at the club for the same purpose. Despite being happily married for three years, their relationship remained open, and they were on the lookout for someone to take home for the night. One thing they’d both agreed on when it came to hookups was that they both had to be interested.

And so far, no one had caught their eye.

They were on their second or third drink of the night, Changbin drinking some fancy cocktail while Chan stuck to more basic drinks. There were a few guys they had seen who appeared single and were pretty attractive, but none of them were exactly what they were looking for. They definitely had a type (other than each other), and were very particular when it came to taking other men home. So it almost seemed like their venture for that night might come up fruitless.

But then the most stunning man they had ever laid eyes on walked up to the bar to order a drink. Chan and Changbin immediately looked at each other, silently communicating with a single look. Him .

Chan was the first to stand and then Changbin followed as he walked over to him. He was ridiculously pretty. Big doe eyes that gave him an almost innocent look, but the tight ripped jeans he was wearing that were covered in rips over the thighs and loose crop top that showed the majority of his stomach showed otherwise. He had some sort of sparkly lipgloss on and a glittery smokey eye that suited his big brown eyes nicely. If there was one word to describe him, it would be edible.

“Mind if we buy you a drink?” Chan asked, sitting down on the stool next to the man. His eyes widened and he first looked at Chan but then he twisted around to look at Changbin when he sat on his opposite side. Changbin smirked when his throat bobbed before he gave them a small nod.

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed. Chan quirked an eyebrow up. His voice was deeper than he was expecting but it suited him nonetheless. It was velvety soft, fitting well with his round face and pouty lips.

“What’s your name, pretty?” Changbin asked, tilting his head. He could tell Chan was holding back a laugh when the man’s breath hitched at the pet name.

“Uhm, it’s Jisung,” he said, wetting his lips. Jisung . What a nice name.

He looked between the two of them. “What are your names?”

“I’m Chan,” Chan said, flashing him a charming smile.

“I’m Changbin. Cute name, right?” Changbin asked, giggling afterwards. Chan rolled his eyes but Jisung glanced down and smiled softly, seemingly amused with Changbin’s antics.

“Ignore him, he likes to be weird,” Chan said, shaking his head.

“That’s okay,” Jisung said, his smile brightening. “I like weird.”

Changbin’s heart nearly exploded. He felt his cheeks warming and he and Chan shared a look. This Jisung was already almost too perfect.

They ordered his drink for him when the bartender came, both saying he could get whatever he wanted, no matter how expensive, he just had to make sure to stay somewhat sober. That made his round cheeks darken with a pretty blush and his eyes widened slightly. They wanted to make their intentions known but didn’t want to be too pushy about it. Jisung seemed to reciprocate their attraction though, judging by the way he continued to blush at whatever they said, occasionally letting out soft giggles and tucking his hair behind his ears. He was absolutely adorable.

They talked for a bit after Jisung got his drink (which was twice as sweet as any drink Changbin would ever get) and learned he was in his final year of college and was studying to become a producer. That made Chan and Changbin go into an excited rant about their own careers as producers, to which Jisung listened with great interest. He looked between the two of them with stars sparkling in his pretty brown eyes, occasionally making a little “o” with his lips whenever they said something that particularly interested or surprised him. It was becoming increasingly clear that he was the right choice for someone to take home. Maybe even take on a date. But they would discuss that a little later.

Once Jisung was on his second drink, the anticipation was too great. Changbin was getting antsy and both he and Chan were getting more touchy; resting a hand on Jisung’s arm, his waist, once tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. And Jisung was getting squirmy, their touches and the slight buzz from the alcohol setting a fire underneath his skin.

“Would you like to come dance with us, Jisung-ah?” Chan asked softly, resting a hand on Jisung’s thigh. Changbin grinned, glad he took the first step. His hand slipped around Jisung’s waist and Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat.

“S-sure, yeah, I’d like that,” he said, licking his lips. Chan smirked and they all stood up from the bar to move out among the other dancing clubbers.

Changbin’s hands found Jisung first–he slipped behind him and wrapped his hands around Jisung’s small waist, giving it a light squeeze. “You're so small,” he whispered in Jisung’s ear. Jisung was slightly taller than him–even more so with the platform boots he was wearing–and he certainly was not tall himself, but he was well built and muscular. Jisung was petite, tiny, and so much smaller than the both of them in everything other than height. He was almost worried they’d break him if they weren’t careful.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Chan said, hooking his finger underneath Jisung’s chin. Changbin felt Jisung shudder underneath his hands and he smirked as he rested his head on his shoulder. He began swaying with the beat, hips pressed against Jisung’s ass in front of him.

“The prettiest,” Changbin agreed, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Jisung’s neck. Jisung whimpered softly, not loud enough for anyone else to hear over the music, but loud enough for both Chan and Changbin to hear.

“You’re–you’re both so–” Jisung started, struggling to find the words.

“So what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He wrapped his hand around the side of Jisung’s neck and ran his thumb up and down over his Adam's apple.

“So–so hot ,” he said, a hint of a whine in his voice. “I don’t know how–how you want me .”

Changbin scoffed as he ran his hands over Jisung’s bare stomach. “Have you seen yourself?”

“You’re gorgeous,” Chan elaborated. He pressed his thumb against Jisung’s bottom lip and tilted his head up slightly. “We’d been here quite a while looking for someone. We knew we wanted you as soon as you stepped in those doors.”

Jisung whined for real then and his hips pressed back against Changbin’s hips. Changbin hissed and his grip on Jisung’s waist tightened. “Fuck, Chan,” Changbin muttered, inhaling slow and deep.

“Ah, you two look so pretty together,” Chan said with a smile, admiring the affected expression on his husband’s face–eyebrows furrowed together and his cheeks all pink–it matched well with Jisung’s expression. “Would you like to come home with us?” He moved the hand that was on Jisung’s neck and intertwined his fingers with Jisung’s.

Jisung began to nod and opened his mouth to respond, but that was the moment he looked at their joined hands and noticed the ring on Chan’s finger. His eyebrows knitted together and clear arousal on his face morphed into a look of concern and worry. “I–you’re married,” he stated simply, looking up at Chan. “I-I can’t do that, that’d be cheating and I–”

Chan’s eyes widened before he laughed and Changbin cooed behind him. Jisung pouted in confusion. “Oh, honey,” Chan said sweetly, squeezing his hand. “Yes, I am married. And so is Changbin. We’re married to each other . Binnie is my husband.”

“Oh… oh .” Jisung’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him and Chan chuckled softly.

“So there’s nothing to worry about, yeah? We’re both very much in on this and very much into you. So if you’re okay with it, we’d still like to take you home.”

“Mhm,” Changbin hummed behind him. “It’d be an honor to have such a pretty boy in our bed.”

Jisung keened and nodded eagerly, all worries gone now that he knew they were together and there was nothing wrong about this. “Yes, please. Take me home with you.”

They went to the bar and closed their tabs and then called a taxi since all three of them had drunk. Their home wasn’t that far away but they wanted to get there as fast as possible. Jisung remained just as shy and sweet the entire ride there and he was a blushing mess as they made their way inside. They let him have a moment to gather himself as they walked to their shared bedroom, but as soon as the door was closed behind them, they pounced.

Chan kissed him first, firm and so deep that Jisung nearly collapsed in his arms. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Chan growled, pulling Jisung against his chest. “How has no one snatched you up yet?”

“So glad we got to you first at the club,” Changbin mused. He pressed kisses to the back and side of Jisung’s neck and slid his hands under his crop top to play with his nipples. Jisung spasmed and arched, his lips parting with a moan. Changbin grinned and Chan smiled against his skin where he’d begun leaving kissing and bites on the underside of his jaw. “So sensitive here.” He pinched his nipples between his fingers and Jisung mewled.

“Please,” he whined, arching his back so that his ass pressed directly against Changbin. He bit his lip when he felt Changbin’s hardness through his jeans.

“Please what?” Chan asked. “Use your words, yeah?”

“Please–please touch me. Anywhere. I just–hnng I want you to fuck me,” Jisung said, squeezing his eyes shut as the embarrassing words left his mouth.

“Which one of us?” Changbin asked as he squeezed Jisung’s pec. “Mm you’ve almost got boobs like a girl…so nice.”

Jisung whined, chewing on his bottom lip. “ Hyungg .”

“You’re so loud and we’ve barely done anything yet,” Chan said. He licked over a mark he had just left on Jisung’s throat and chills went down Jisung’s spine. “Come on, tell us exactly what you want.”

“I don’t care who fucks me,” Jisung said, desparate. “Just want one of you. I want–want the other one in my mouth,” he said quietly, so quiet that they barely heard him.

Chan groaned in response and rolled his hips forward to meet Jisung’s. He was instantly met with the outline of Jisung’s hard cock in his jeans and he bit his lip. “Fuck. I think I want to fuck you this time. Wanna take his mouth, Binnie?” he asked, looking over Jisung’s shoulder at Changbin. Changbin nodded, giving one last flick to Jisung’s nipple.

“I like the sound of that. How’s that sound, pretty?” he asked Jisung. Jisung nodded.

“Yes please, just wanna be full.”

“Shit, Such a pretty mouth but so filthy.”

They moved to the bed and began helping Jisung strip, removing his crop top first and then his jeans and underwear. They took their time admiring and worshiping him, covering his entire body in purple and red marks. By the time they were done with him he was a whining, moaning mess, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His cock was achingly hard against his stomach and precum dribbled from the tip down his shaft.

“He’s even got a pretty cock,” Chan said and he ran his hands up Jisung’s milky thighs. He shuddered and Changbin pressed a kiss to the lip of his cock, licking the salty precum off his lips.

“Hyungs, please,” Jisung whimpered. “I need you now, please.”

“Alright, let’s get you prepped then,” Chan hummed. He got up to go get the lube from their dresser but Jisung stopped him. “Everything okay, love?”

“I–yes, just…you won’t need to prep me. I prepped before I went out,” Jisung said, giving them a bashful smile. “I have a plug in me.”

“Holy shit ,” Changbin practically moaned. Arousal zipped up and down his spine and boiled in his stomach. Chan looked a little lightheaded.

“All that acting shy and you’re already prepped? Hoping to get fucked tonight? Naughty boy,” Chan said teasingly.

“A-and you don’t need to use a condom, I’m–I’m clean, I just got checked,” Jisung said, wetting his lips nervously. “If that’s okay with you guys and you’re…you’re clean too.”

“We get checked once a month,” Changbin explained. “Since we like to keep our relationship open.”

“So that means you can have whatever you want, baby,” Chan said with a smirk. He walked back over to the bed and stood between Jisung’s knees, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. “I want you on your hands and knees, yeah? So you can take both of us at the same time easily.”

Jisung’s head spun as he scrambled up to get on his hands and knees. He arched his back a little and spread his knees so that his hole was on display and they could see the pink gem that was attached to the end of the plug. Chan swore under his breath as he got behind Jisung and took in the sight of his plugged hole. “Changbin, come and look at this.”

Changbin was quick to listen. He came over and he exhaled slowly. “Shit. That’s so hot. Can’t believe he’s already all prepared for you.”

Chan grinned and grabbed the back of Changbin’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Jisung heard them and craned his neck so he could see and let out a little whimper. “Aww, baby’s feeling left out, huh?”

“S’just hard to see,” Jisung said with a pout.

“N’aw,” Chan cooed, bending down to press a kiss to the curve of Jisung’s ass. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna take good care of you. Isn’t that right, Binnie?”

Changbin hummed in agreement and rubbed Jisung’s waist. “Such good care.” He moved away from Chan then and got on his knees in front of Jisung so that his cock was right in front of his face. Jisung looked delectable like this, back curved so his ass pushed towards Chan while he looked up at Changbin with wide eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out a bit. A string of saliva dripped down from the tip of his tongue and ran down his chin. Changbin wiped it up with his fingertip and pushed it back onto Jisung’s tongue. “Look at him, Channie.”

“Mm, so pretty,” Chan responded. Jisung whimpered at the praise and Chan grabbed the gem of the plug to give it a little pull. “You like being praised, hm? Absolutely gorgeous .”

“P-please, please fuck me,” Jisung begged, letting out a cry as Chan pushed the plug back inside of him, deeper.

“Impatient,” Changbin said. “Should put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Jisung moaned but the sound was quickly muffled by Changbin pushing the tip of his cock past his lips. Jisung took a deep breath through his nose and flattened his tongue along the underside of his cock. Changbin tangled his hands in his hair and pushed him further along his dick and Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw and throat.

“Fuck, he’s so good at taking cock,” Chan said to Changbin as he watched Jisung’s lips wrap around Changbin’s thick length. He finally pulled the plug all the way out and set it aside on the sheets. He stuffed two fingers inside Jisung’s hole and Jisung let out a muffled moan around Changbin’s cock. “So fucking loose . Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

Chan shuffled around and grabbed Jisung’s hips as he lined himself up, then in one move he pushed inside to the hilt. Jisung gasped, Changbin’s cock slipped from his mouth, but Changbin was quick to push him back onto him. “C’mon, you can take us both.”

“Shit,” Chan groaned. “He felt so loose around my fingers but he’s so tight around me.” He squeezed Jisung’s hips and began to thrust into him, the drag of Jisung’s wet walls along his cock sending sparks of pleasure through his stomach. He was quick to pick up his pace and the force of his hips slapping into Jisung’s ass forced him to take Changbin deeper.

“Anyone would feel tight around your–mmmg–your big cock, Channie,” Changbin gritted, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening when he hallowed his cheeks and sucked. “Ngh–Jisungie, your mouth.”

“I’ll get his mouth next time, yeah?” Chan said as he delivered a particularly sharp thrust, hitting Jisung’s prostate. Jisung inhaled sharply and whimpered around Changbin’s cock. His back arched and he pushed his ass back to take Chan deeper.

“Ne-next time?” Changbin stuttered breathlessly. “So we’re in agreement then…”

Jisung’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at Changbin, his brain too fuzzy to register what any of the words they were saying meant. He just knew that it felt so good to be stuffed full from both ends and that Chan was fucking him so well, sending waves of pleasure washing over his body. He was getting close, and now that Chan was angling his hips to hit his prostate, he could feel the hot coils of his arousal tightening, getting ready to spring free.

Chan gritted his teeth and pulled Jisung’s hips against him as he slammed his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bedroom. “Hnng fuck, fuck, I’m already close. Gonna fill you up til you’re dripping ,” he groaned. Jisung moaned and his eyes rolled back. The moan vibrated around Changbin’s cock and his breath hitched.

“Me too, shit ,” he whimpered, biting his lip. “Can I–can I come down his throat, hyung?” he asked, looking at Chan through wet lashes. Chan’s eyes widened because he didn’t even notice when Changbin had started getting teary eyed, but the sight nearly pushed him over the edge.

“Ohh–fuck, yeah, you can come. How’s that sound, Jisung-ah, want Binnie’s cum down your throat?”

Jisung nodded the best he could and swirled his tongue around Changbin’s shaft. Changbin moaned, and with permission from both of them he reached his climax and spilled his cum down Jisung’s throat. Jisung’s eyes watered a little and he gagged but he continued swallowing, even when some dribbled down his chin. Changbin slipped his cock out of Jisung’s mouth and he gasped for air. His eyes were glassy as he looked up at him.

“Can I–can I come too? Please hyungs?” he asked. His voice was wrecked raw from having Changbin’s cock in his mouth. Chan nodded and Changbin and he gave Jisung a smile.

“Yeah, you can come,” Changbin said.

Jisung whined as he reached between his legs and began to pump his cock. He was leaking so much that he didn’t even need any lube to make the glide smoother and it didn’t take much touch for him to fall over the edge, the jabs of Chan’s cock against his prostate doing enough. He came hard with a loud cry and spilled all over his hand.

He collapsed forward on the bed, face pressed into the mattress. Chan began to pull out but he quickly protested. “No, no, come inside me please. Fill me up like you promised.”

Changbin swore under his breath and Chan dug his fingers into his waist. “Are you sure that’s not too much?” He didn’t want to accidentally hurt him or cause the overstimulation to be too intense.

“‘M sure, you can come in me. Please. Fill me up with your cum,” Jisung breathed.

“Fuck,” Chan muttered. He slammed his cock back inside Jisung and began to fuck into him relentlessly, chasing after his own release. He avoided Jisung’s prostate but Jisung made sure to clench around him, providing him with more friction. His thrusts got sloppier and it was only another minute before he shoved his cock deep and spilled inside him, filling Jisung up with his cum like he promised. Jisung moaned as he did and his cock twitched weakly between his legs, but he was spent.

“Gonna plug you up with my cum,” Chan whispered. Jisung nodded sleepily, moaning a little as Chan slipped the plug inside him. Chan helped him roll over onto his back and he sighed. Changbin was stroking his hair softly and the touches had him close to falling asleep. He could get used to this.

“Hey, you’re gonna have to get up so we can clean you up and get you ready for bed,” Changbin said softly, tapping Jisung’s cheek.

Jisung looked up through bleary eyes. “You’re letting me stay?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone.

Chan glanced at Changbin first and then down at Jisung. “Yeah, of course. If you want to.”

Jisung smiled softly and nodded. “I would like that.” He did feel like a bit of an intruder when he caught sight of their matching rings again, but he supposed that if they both wanted him here he didn’t have much to worry about.

Chan and Changbin smiled at each other and Chan leaned across Jisung’s body to give him a soft kiss. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up now. Come help me Changbin.”

Changbin nodded and got up to follow Chan to get some water bottles and some wet cloths. They gave each other a look as they heated the water, silently communicated everything that needed to be said. They would have to talk more in the morning because it was clear Jisung held the possibility of becoming something more. But for now they would all rest and let any deep conversation wait until morning.

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