Bubblegum

"Wow, you got here fast!

SYNOPSIS

Minho constantly being in love with himself in the group chat frustrates the shit out of you, and you desperately want to teach him a lesson. Meanwhile, Chris has other plans in mind.

Content Warning & Disclaimer

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You turned your head to the consecutive pings of your and Chris’ phones simultaneously going off in the studio, alerting you of the flood of messages in your group chat. It was a stream of photos and videos from yesterday’s showcase event. The last of the multimedia invading your phone storage was a waist-up shot of Minho popping a bubblegum taken for the event pictorial. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt in the photo, which conveniently put his bulging veiny arms on full display.

Minho Thirst season = open 💦 Feel free to simp over me

“Jesus fucking christ, not this again,” you facepalmed yourself while Chris was giggling at his screen.

The matter of the fact was this group chat was formed about six months ago for the annual spring showcase hosted by the College of Performing Arts at your school. It was the year-end event highlighting the talent of different programs, and also a big damn deal since it provided an opportunity for the students to be scouted on the spot. Departments of Voice and Theater were going to collaborate with the school orchestra for the elaborate stages they were preparing, so the stars of the Music Production program a.k.a you, Chris, Changbin, and Jisung volunteered to take on producing for the dance stages instead. The guys from the dance department were actually nice and you liked working with them.

Minus that arrogant prick named Lee Minho who was convinced he was a god walking among mortals, generously gracing them with his presence.

While everybody else seemed to be enjoying Minho’s shenanigans, you were just so damn tired of them by now since it had been going on forever. His narcissism was beyond astonishing. He could make anything and everything about his looks and how hot he was. Sometimes, the bros would just forget you were in the group chat, and the content of the conversation would make you feel like you were trapped in a frat house. All you could do was either not respond, or change the topic to work whenever there was something that needed to be discussed.

Ji-sus I am looking ✨respectfully✨👀 BeachBoi 12/10 thirst trap Meanhoe 💯 Art Hoe @ Ji-sus well I am looking like a whore I used to be a fan, but this on top of yesterday’s performance I’m a whole goddamn air conditioner  DominatLix Kindly step on me thx Headlock Dude LMAO Hyun 🌬️ Not full-on gay for you yet but seriously considering

Minho’s vanity had been haunting you for weeks now. So much so that you cringed every time somebody mentioned him, every time his stupid name popped up in the group chat, and every–single–fucking–time you had to monitor those videos of him performing. He was unfortunately very much aware of how much power he held with his movements and how he made it all look so easy, so effortless. He knew he was sexy, especially when he danced, which meant the incessant parade of Minho thirst in the group chat initiated by none other than the man himself.

And you absolutely despised the fact that you couldn’t even deny how ridiculously good-looking he was.

His number was right there in the group chat. You could send a message directly to him to express your discomfort with his attitude so that you wouldn’t cause drama within the group, but then again, what if it got to his head and his snark tripled? You at least needed witnesses to defend yourself on the off chance that he went next level conceited.

You Could you keep it civil fellas? This ain't your locker room Minho LMAO prude much?

That was just the last fucking straw, and you threw the phone on the couch behind you with all your might out of pure frustration. Chris jumped at the sudden movement.

“Whoa, that was violent. What the hell’s gotten into you?”

“Look at this shit, Chris. Just FUCKING LOOK AT IT!” you frantically pointed at his phone. He read the latest message sent by Minho and shrugged.

“It’s just typical Minho,” he proceeded to gather his belongings and stuff them in his bag, “How about I buy you a drink to unwind, yeah? We’re due for a celebration anyway.”

You were still fuming out of your ears, but you grabbed Chris’ hand reached out for you to get up. Not more than twenty minutes later, you were at your usual campus pub with your usuals in front of you—a Bubblegum Daiquiri for you, and a Peach Daiquiri for Chris. The more–and faster–you drank, the angrier you got at the ghost of Minho, and started performing the slurred remix of your annoyance.

“He just annoys the SHIT out of me, man! That fucking prick needs to be taught a lesson. Calling me a prude? Bitch, for what, inviting you to be a decent human being?! I’ve probably done shit you can only dream about!”

Chris slurped on his cocktail with furrowed brows and pretended he was calculating something, “So, let me get this straight. Are you annoyed by how hot he is, or—?”

“DO YOU WANNA FUCKING DIE, CRISPY?”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t shoot the messenger!” he held his hands in the air pretending to surrender, “I’m just saying, you’re lying your ass off if you refuse to acknowledge the man’s intense Scorpioism.”

You didn’t know how to properly respond to that. No, you weren’t about to deny Minho’s sexiness, but it wasn’t about that anyway. It was his fucking demeanor. Like, why did he feel the need to flaunt his gorgeous features all the fucking time? If you didn’t know any better, you would think it was aimed at you. Right then, Chris interrupted your internal monologue with a cocked brow.

“Also, what do you mean ‘you’ve probably done shit he can only dream about’?”

You paused for a second to recollect yourself. How would you be able to get your point across without getting your best friend to think that you were a sl— well, sexually adventurous?

“Uh– Well, I uh– I happen to have…”

Ping!

You were never this relieved to get a notification before. Literally saved by the bell, you immediately grabbed your phone sitting on the bar counter as if your life depended on it.

[1 new message] Minho Since this is my locker room I don’t think I need to keep it ciViL [IMG1024.jpg]

The message wasn’t from the group chat this time. It came directly from Minho, and you could see from the outline of the message that he attached a picture. You tapped on the notification to see that it was a mirror selfie Minho had taken in the dance studio, all sweaty and disheveled in his usual sleeveless white shirt. The picture looked like it was taken right after a practice session.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean now?” you showed the screen to Chris. He looked at the phone and smiled knowingly while slurping on his cocktail.

“No idea. So, you were saying?”

Oh, good fucking grief… You sort of prompted the question about your sex life yourself, but then again it was Chris you were talking to. If there was anyone you trusted with the twisted little details of your life, it was him. You took a deep breath and decided to let it rip.

“I may or may not have been in a threesome before.”

“Look at you!” Chris exclaimed loudly, breaking into a playful smile, “Anybody I know?”

“Nope, it happened last summer when I was doing that program abroad. Sort of heat of the moment thing.” 

“Two guys, or…?”

“Yes, but ANYWAY,” you attempted to change the topic, “I can’t with this pudding munching dude anymore. You’re going to help me put him in his place.”

“Me?” Chris giggled in surprise, “If you’re plotting to set his locker on fire, I’m not doing that so close to graduation, baby.”

“I’m not an arsonist. We’re just going to avenge my honor, that’s all,” you faked an overly saccharine smile.

Chris was the only person you could be this comfortable around and exchange affectionate addresses without them having to mean anything. It wasn’t even necessarily the nicknames; you could talk to each other about anything because at the end of the day, you both knew that whatever you said came from a place of love and absolute affection towards one another. You would never admit this to Chris, but you were actually lowkey happy that he was single because even though he was your closest friend, you had this strange feeling of possessiveness towards him.

I don’t like sharing my Channie boy. Go find your own!

And whenever you were this drunk, you would actually say this to anybody who dared to make a move on him right in front of your salad. Or in this case, your daiquiri.

Ping!

You looked at your phone again to see another notification from Minho.

Minho [IMG1025.jpg]

Once you tapped on the message, your eyes involuntarily widened at the next image he sent you. It was a closeup picture of Minho’s thighs. He was very clearly topless since you could see his bare skin above the waistband of his black Calvin Kleins. For one-thousandth of a nanosecond, you were absolutely furious with yourself for thinking he would make a damn good model for the brand. He didn’t send anything else attached to the image. No messages. Nothing. 

Yet he still managed to annoy you.

You Don’t be fucking crass Minho No baby it’s called ✨class✨ Just tell me you wouldn’t hit this If I wanted to be crass I would have sent you something else

This fucking menace!!!

Chris just watched you reach the dangerous threshold of biting your own fist out of anger, but there also seemed to be a mixture of expressions on your face he couldn’t quite decode.

Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t completely hating this.

You I’m not your baby Minho But you want to be

“I just– I fucking can’t,“ you put your phone down and pressed your fingers on your eyes.

“What is it this time?”

You showed the messages to him, thinking he would say something to calm you down, but he decided to burst out laughing instead. Chris being this entertained quite frankly started to get on your nerves a little.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? Why the fuck are you laughing this much?”

After his laughter died down, he wiped the tears in his eyes and spoke in a very serious tone as if he was coaching you for the biggest game of your life.

“Tell him he’s being delusional.” 

You briefly looked at him before typing anything, trying to figure out what his intentions were, but opted for trusting his judgment.

You That’s next level delusional my guy Minho You’re saying you don’t enjoy our banter? I call bullshit You love this You In case you didn’t realize, this is peak annoyance Minho Hm… You say this ain’t love… But it's still the same, love You What’s that supposed to mean? Minho [Typing…] I wanna be trapped between your magnificent legs is all I’m saying

Shock didn’t even cover what you were feeling at that moment. Your jaw dropped all the way to the floor at how forward that was, and in Chris’ words, you would indeed be lying your ass off if you said this didn’t turn you on even a little bit. Noticing the drastic change in your expression, Chris asked for a status report, still with that shit-eating grin.

“What did he say?”

When you just showed the screen to him, he bust out the loudest cackle yet, effectively causing you to be done with him for the night.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Crispy!” you slapped his arm and typed a quick reply to Minho.

You You know what Fuck you Minho Minho With pleasure baby Just tell me where you want it

Admitting defeat that you were never gonna be able to win this battle of wits, you locked your phone and downed your drink.

After about four glasses each, the clock was showing almost 1 AM. Chris asked for the check and kept whining to you in the meantime.

“Could you like teleport my ass back to my place? All that commute looks really daunting right about now.”

“Why bother? Just crash on my couch, baby,” you shrugged and pointed at the check, “And no, I’m not paying for this after your infinite betrayal tonight.”

Chris bit his lips while smiling in response, and you interpreted that as an olive branch. He kept being all handsy with you during the entire cab ride back to your place in an attempt for reconciliation, hugging you and pinching your cheeks.

“I say we sober up a little,” Chris suggested walking into your living room, “Otherwise we’re gonna be trash at the department meeting tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you make some coffee, and I’ll hop in the shower real quick?” you nudged him towards the coffee machine, “I’ll bring out some towels for you if you wanna use the shower, too.”

While you were sobering up under the cool water, you kept replaying that entire texting sequence with Minho in your head. What the actual fuck did that guy want from you anyway? All this time you were under the impression that he didn’t really like you, saying shit to get under your skin on purpose. Then, why in the world…

Yeah, right, you thought to yourself while walking out of the bathroom.

Yelling towards the living room that you were done showering, you made your way to the bedroom and started drying your hair, still unable to keep Minho off your mind. Maybe it was the excessive amount of alcohol running in your bloodstream, but you couldn’t help imagining what he would look like in this room. You remembered that sheen of sweat he was covered in in that picture he sent you, and wondered what it would be like if it was actually caused by you fucking all the sass out of him.

And there it was again. You replaying his words in your mind, but this time actually voicing them in his sultry low tone. Him calling you baby to your face instead of teasing texts, and—

Knock, knock, knock.

At first, you thought you were imagining it, but with Chris being done with his shower, you actually heard it pretty clearly. There was somebody knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Wrapping yourself in your robe, you looked through the peephole. The person on the other side was covering it with his hand.

“Who is it?” you called out a little scared.

“The sexiest man alive. Open up.”

This was the first time you were relieved to hear his voice. When you opened the door, you were met with Minho’s usual post-practice attire. Loose shirt, baggy sweatpants, hair all fuzzy clearly due to being blown dry very recently.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Is this how you welcome your guests? Tsk, no manners whatsoever,” Minho chirped and invited himself in. You, on the other hand, were completely aghast by how he managed to break his own record in the cockiness division.

“Excuse me?”

He pulled you close from your waist in one swift movement and spoke against your lips.

“You’re driving me fucking insane. I just have to know what you taste like.”

Minho slammed the door close behind him and crashed into your lips hungrily. Like he was starving for weeks. You were so taken aback by the sudden move that you didn’t even know what to do for a moment. All your brain was able to register was how he tasted like bubblegum.

“If I touch your cunt right now, it will feel really slippery, won’t it, pretty?” he spoke with his eyes closed.

Pretty. Minho called you pretty.

Before you could even throw a comeback, he picked up his kiss where he left off. A part of you was shaming you for being this weak, but the other part was hyperfocused on how soft his lips were. A secret third part was annoying the shit out of you, yelling at you for already crumbling under his touch when the guy did nothing else besides kissing you.

“And you hate how much you fucking want me,” Minho smirked into the kiss, “You want me as bad as I want you.”

“Wow, you got here fast.”

Chris’ voice emerged from behind you and it took a hot minute for you to put the pieces together.

“You– You invited him?”

“Let’s just call it a social experiment instead, shall we?” Chris leisurely smiled, “I bet Changbin good money that Minho’s thirst traps have the intended effect on you and your annoyance would go away if you just fuck the shit out of the guy, but—”

Chris moved closer to your back, hooked a finger in your collar to expose your shoulder, and placed a kiss on it before he whispered against your skin.

“I’m not about to deny myself a good time with my favorite girl.”

You were full-on speechless. Minho was in front of you caressing your hair and cheeks, and Chris was on your back peppering kisses on your shoulders and neck. You managed to snap out of it for a second and asked trying your utmost best to recollect yourself.

“What intended effect?”

“You’re literally the only one who didn’t pick up on how much Minho is losing his mind over you,” Chris spoke with an entertained giggle, “His biggest fantasy is for you to dom him. Why do you think he insists on being such a brat?”

“How much did you bet ‘cause that’s like spot on,” Minho grinned and pulled you closer to himself from your waist, “Can’t believe you actually had to spell it out for her.”

You were drawing a total blank trying to process the information dump, but apparently, Minho was resolute to double your shock.

“Those high heels you wore at the event yesterday?” he ran his hands from your waist up to your face, “I had half a mind to pull you to the restroom and beg you to fuck me, pretty.”

Beg you… to fuck him.

All this time Minho was actually trying to trap you and you had no idea? Your extremely lowered inhibitions held your wits captive and left you in no position to retort. You wanted to say something, do something, but you were absolutely paralyzed. This was all too much to take in at once.

“You’re a little tense, baby,” Chris softly chuckled while gently rubbing your shoulders, “Come with me, Min. You’re gonna help me relax her.”

Minho’s eyes lit up with excitement, and you let the two guys lead you to your own bedroom as if you were the guest in your own place. Everything was happening a little too quickly. The only thing you were able to process was the voice in your head whispering to you that you were about to experience something beyond your wildest dreams.

“For the record, that information you let slip today?” Chris uttered while untying your robe, “I don’t like the idea of having to share you.” 

You felt his tongue on your neck drawing a wet stripe while ridding you of the soft fabric. Your naked body on full display caused Minho to let out an exhale of admiration. He was dying to touch you, but he was aware he needed permission first.

“Then what about him?” you sighed, nodding towards Minho.

“You know it’s not the same thing, baby,” Chris chuckled in your ear all content, “Per your request, we’re avenging your honor tonight.”

A singular drop of your slick trickled down your inner thigh, and Minho eyed the fluid trail while gulping thickly. Chris gently pulled you to the bed with him and positioned you on his lap.

“Now you’re going to tell Minho everything you want him to do to you, and he’s happily going to fulfill your needs,” he informed you while discarding his own towel to the side, “And nothing’s off limits.”

“Nothing?” you cocked a brow at Minho.

“Nothing,” Minho responded. The grin on his lips was all kinds of perverse, to the extent that if you so much as told him to jump off the window for you, he looked like he was actually going to do it.

You leaned back into Chris’ broad chest and shot the ever-so-alluring come-hither look towards Minho. He climbed on the bed and hovered over you, anticipating everything that was going to come out of your mouth.

“Is it true that you’re losing your mind over me?”

“Yes,” he immediately replied without an ounce of hesitation.

“Why?”

You actually asked this out of genuine curiosity. To your luck or infinite misfortune, Minho didn’t know what a filter was and blurted shit out exactly as he was thinking of them.

“If there’s ever a woman to put me in my place, it’s you.”

“Is that so?” you held his hands and pulled him closer to you, “You want to be put in your place?”

“I do.”

“And you want me to put you in your place.”

“I do,” he breathily answered with his eyes closed.

“Wanna show me what that mouth is capable of doing besides munching on puddings?” you tugged at the collar of his t-shirt, “Let’s make out.”

Without having you repeat it twice, Minho took your lips between his again. He was moving with so much lust that it almost felt like he was trying to make you cum just by kissing you. The vanity champion melting in your mouth with quiet moans was by far the most gratifying thing ever. You smiled into the kiss.

“You taste like bubblegum, pudding.”

“You thought sending that picture today was a coincidence?” Minho flashed a mischievous smile, “I know Bubblegum Daiquiris are your favorite.”

Minho was the human embodiment of self-confidence, so never in a million years would you be able to guess he had a praise-craving needy side to him. If only you knew… You would have shut him up long ago. 

“And? You want a gold star for knowing that?”

“Wouldn’t hurt. I did my homework.”

“Then good job,” you caressed his soft hair emitting waves of vanilla and coconut milk while your other hand ghosted over his crotch, “You want me to drink you, too, pudding? Is that why you downed one before coming here?”

Watching his bulge throb with excitement was worth every single snark you had endured to date.

“Every last fucking drop.”

Behind you, Chris was stroking all over you and kissing you everywhere his lips could reach. His kisses were getting you much drunker, forcing all your reasoning to leave your body. All that invaded your mind was the infinite number of tasks you wanted Minho to conquer.

“Why don’t you be a peach and bring me my heels from my closet, baby?” you pecked Chris’ cheek.

He brought back the pair you wore the day before, allegedly the cause of Minho losing his whole entire shit. You stretched your feet towards Minho while Chris was returning to his role of being your cushion.

“You like my heels, huh?”

Minho nodded and fixated his gaze on the shoes you were holding.

“Is it really the shoes, or is it something else, pudding? Be honest with me.”

He hesitated for a second. If only you knew he was legitimately considering lying to you just to get you to punish him. Would you drag your nails on his chest? Would you bite into his neck? Would you sit on his face for misbehaving? If only you did. If only…

Maybe sometime during the course of the night, he hoped, and decided to opt for the truth for the time being.

“Your– your ankle tattoo. In these heels. I don’t know why, it just fucking turns me on.”

“He has a point, you know,” Chris chimed in softly into your ear, “You look so fucking sexy with those on.”

“So you’re both into some kinky shit,” you derided and handed your shoes to Minho, “Put them on me.”

Minho put your silver-colored shoes on with careful movements and placed a kiss on your tattoo once he was done, eagerly waiting for your next command.

“You know me better than myself, right baby?” you caressed Chris’ thighs and stared Minho down, “What do you think I need right now?”

“I think you need to get your pretty pussy eaten,” Chris answered with his face on your shoulder, “That’s what star students get to do for you, don’t you think?”

“Indeed,” you nodded, “You think he deserves to get a taste?”

“Oh, absolutely. And I’d love to watch you cum.”

“You heard that, pudding? Strip for me,” you directly addressed Minho this time, “Then show me how you can put that mouth you love running to good use.”

As he peeled his t-shirt off of him in one go, you tried your hardest not to make it obvious that you were drooling over Minho’s fucking gorgeous figure. Firm chest, pumped arms, bulging veins reaching all the way to his massive hands, slender fingers that could no doubt make you see the stars with proper guidance. Judging by how your eyes traveled on his body, Minho had an idea of what was going through your mind and he fucking loved your reaction to what you were seeing.

You might as well have confessed to it just this once: confidence never looked sexier on a man.

Minho descended between your legs and began caressing your inner thighs in awe, kissing them, slowly making his way up to your clit. You ran your hand through his beautiful locks all the while. Although he allegedly wanted to submit to you, the idea of not giving him exactly what he desired was tickling something inside you. Instead, you wanted to relish the pleasure he was dying to provide you for a bit.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” you sharply hissed at the wet contact and leaned into Chris more, “Lick me right there.”

The second Minho took your clit between his plush lips, all your plans to not give him the satisfaction went out the window. As he glided his tongue on your clit, he wasn’t breaking eye contact with you at all. It was like a silent challenge for him to make you cum while having you look at him and him only.

As if being able to read his mind, Chris felt the need to intervene. When you threw your head back, he slowly shoved both pairs of his index and middle fingers in your mouth to coat them with your saliva and started drawing languid circles on your nipples. The more the stimulations from both sides intensified, the more guttural your moans were becoming.

“Yes, from the bottom, all the way up, there you go. Lick all over her pussy. I want every inch sopping wet,” Chris instructed Minho and soothed you with kisses, “Let it out, baby. Don’t suppress it. Isn’t he making you feel so good?”

“Fucking– yes!” you snapped your eyes open to meet Minho’s gaze again, one hand grabbing a fistful of your sheets and the other holding onto Chris’ nape behind you, “But he can– he can do much better. He’s gonna make me– make me squirt all over his face, aren’t you, pudding?”

Minho hummed and nodded, eyes still glued to yours. When the reality of this savage beauty pleasuring you with so much enthusiasm finally started to sink in, your screws started to get loose.

“Oh, fuck, just look at this pretty little thing getting pussy drunk, baby,” you contorted your face in pleasure, losing your mind over Minho’s perfect features between your legs, “God, he’s just so damn pretty. Those lips are fucking made for eating pussy.”

If there was one thing Minho sucked at, it was being subtle or displaying any kind of humility. He was never able to hide how much he liked hearing nice things about himself, and you could clearly see how his cheekbones were tensing up at your praises.

“She said she wants to squirt,” Chris continued with his commands, “Get in position. I’ll hold her legs back for you.”

Minho briefly stopped his ministrations to follow orders and pushed your legs all the way back towards your chest, fully exposing your cunt glistening with a mix of your arousal and his saliva. Chris pinned you in your place by holding your legs in a firm grip behind your knees. 

It was for the briefest moment, but you saw it. You saw Minho clench his teeth just like he did every time he was overcome with the urge to one-up someone.

It happened when Chris leaned in to kiss your lips again. There was no harm in that, of course, it was pretty obvious they would take turns, but you’d said you wanted to squirt on his face. Besides, if you let Chris shove his fingers in your mouth, you needed to let Minho do it, too. It was only fair.

“Suck,” he extended two of his fingers towards you, implying he wanted to coat them with your fluids rather than his own. When you looked at him, you noticed the darkened shade of jealousy staining his gorgeous face.

And for some reason, you enjoyed it.

“Are you upset, pudding?” you chuckled, “You can’t stand not having all my attention on you?”

Minho didn’t respond, but he actually had one more ulterior motive. He was trying to get a preview of how your lips around his cock would look. True to his nature, he was keeping his poise, but the way his precum was pooling around his slit was evidence enough for you. You got him right where you wanted him. In fucking shambles.

And for some reason, you enjoyed the shit out of it.

Chris let out a barely audible whimper when you got up from his lap, instantly leaving him feeling empty. You got closer to Minho, held his chin, and pulled his face closer to yours.

“How do I even know you’re not gonna blow your load when I suck your fingers, huh?”

Your question caught Minho so off guard that he couldn’t help the little groan escape his throat. He replied as confidently as ever, but it was very satisfying to watch the little cracks forming on the surface of his composure.

“I’m not gonna finish until you say you’ve had enough. You have my word.”

“Wrong answer, pudding. You only finish when we tell you you can. Is that clear?” 

“SHIT—”

All you did was suck on Minho’s fingers, but you did it so deep that he actually felt it on his cock. You kept swirling your tongue around them to make sure he was ready to take you where you needed to go. Once you deemed it wet enough, you leaned back into Chris again.

“Remember, Min, middle and ring fingers. Find that spongy texture inside and rub it hard till she cums,” Chris ordered him while holding your legs back, “Make me proud.”

Minho swiftly repositioned himself and wrapped his lips to your clit again. The way he was teasing it with the tip of his tongue that fast while sucking on it pushed you dangerously close to your high.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes!” you started grinding against his face, “You’re fucking amazing. Don’t stop!”

His tongue felt so damn good on your folds that you instinctively grabbed handfuls of his hair and shoved his head deeper into your pussy. He spread your legs wider, signaling Chris to pin them in this new position. You watched Minho insert his wet fingers inside of you with your mouth agape, and when your high-pitched moan informed him he finally found the right spot, a maniacal smile appeared on his lips. He kept fingering you fervently while taking in the sight of your fully exposed cunt with your heels right above your crotch.

“Too much pressure?” he sarcastically laughed, “What if I slurped on your clit too?” 

You almost blacked out when Minho began making out with your clit to accompany the pornographic sounds of him fingerfucking you.

“There. Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK, right there! Don’t you dare stop!!!”

You were moments away from snapping, and all you could think about was Minho’s impending doom. His fucking beautiful face soaked with your sweet sweet juices and Minho enjoying every last drop of it. Chris noticed how your toes started to curl in your shoes and decided that it was the perfect moment to—

“Look at me, baby.”

You turned your head around and surrendered to his kiss. With his tongue swirling around yours and Minho’s tongue swirling around your clit, your silenced moans started to morph into screams. All the stimulation became too much to endure, and you finally sprayed all over Minho, your fingers still tangled in his hair pushing him down. He seemed very content with his breath being taken away while pleasuring you to your orgasm and watching you still desperately wanting friction as you rode out your high on his face. You tasted so sweet on his tongue. Like a refreshing pink cocktail in a tall glass.

Like bubblegum.

“Don’t– Too– Too much,” you squirmed under him.

“Shh, patience, Min. She’ll let you eat her pussy again if you ask nicely, but let her come down a little,” Chris sedated Minho, “But you pass with flying colors.”

Once you started coming off your high, you sat up and held Minho’s face, “You were fantastic, pudding. Look how beautiful you look with my cum dripping down those perfect cheekbones.” 

You started placing kisses on every inch of Minho’s face and tasted yourself on him. He looked so happy being praised and showered with attention from you like that, but he was so painfully hard by then that his contentment wasn’t going to last very long.

“You dragged the guy to hell and back,” Chris softly chuckled, “I think he deserves some more love from you, baby. Why don’t you take care of him now?”

You caressed Minho’s cheek, still damp with your slick, “You think you earned it?”

“I’ve done exactly what you asked of me. Feel it,” Minho replied a little too ardently and dragged your fingers through the spots your cum concentrated around, “If I could lick my own face right now, I would, pretty. I really would.”

Although you were the one who just came, his mental faculties didn’t seem to be intact. A little part of you still wanted to torture him, but the desperate look in Minho’s eyes was making you cave and want to cater to him. You shoved your cum-stained fingers into his mouth, and by god, you had never seen someone taking what was being offered to them so hungrily.

“Spread those damn thighs, pudding. I wanna see you.”

It was nearly impossible to resist grazing your teeth on those juicy thighs. They looked fucking sculpted. Sculpted just for you. So damn sexy and sprawled out just for you, eagerly waiting for you to feel him. The more you ghosted your lips on his skin, the more impatient he was getting, and you could almost fall in love with how hard he was trying to control his eagerness. It was just way too much fun giving him false hopes every time you came dangerously close to him.

“Touch me, pretty. Please.”

Fine. One touch. No harm in just one touch.

His flushed cock felt super smooth in your palm and it had such a nice curve to it. You wondered how many licks it would take to get to the center of him. How deep he would be able to hit when you let him sink into you. Whether he tasted like the pudding he loved so much or something entirely savory.

“Oh, FUCK, that’s– that feels so–”

As you were giving Minho probably the best head of his life with your ass arched all the way up, you heard Chris’ voice behind you.

“Keep going, baby. I’ll just admire your cunt for a little while. Don’t mind me, yeah?” 

You felt Chris’ large hands groping you, and the sharp hissing sounds he made were melting into Minho’s moans.

“Would you fucking look at this?” Chris groaned, “Minho’s got you pretty swollen up already. You look a bit too ready to take me.”

While his words made you shamelessly clench around nothing, Minho’s hand started guiding your head up and down on his cock, showing you the rhythm he wanted to cum to. All of a sudden, you felt Chris’ warm breath in your left ear.

“I told you I don’t like the idea of having to share you, didn’t I, baby?” he softly whispered and kissed your shoulder, “Privileges. If someone’s gonna fuck you senseless, it’s gonna be me first.”

Christopher. An all-around nice guy who was so convincingly possessive when he fucked that you weren’t able to tell whether it was make-believe or not. What was worse, this side of him that you didn’t even know existed was turning you on a bit too much.

You fucking liked this.

Your train of thought completely derailed once Chris pushed his tip inside your soaked cunt. The whimper you let out sent shockwaves throughout Minho’s body.

“Oh, shit, she moans on my cock when you do that. Fuck her harder.”

“We did say you deserved some more love from her, didn’t we?” Chris contently smirked.

You thought he would at least let you adjust, but Chris flat out rammed himself into you to the hilt and started drilling you into Minho.

“Faster! I’ll fucking cum in her mouth.”

Chris felt the most perverse kind of satisfaction from the chain reaction he was causing. It was him that got both you and Minho whimpering under him—his sharp thrusts elicited delicious screams from you, and they were numbing Minho’s brain with fire-hot pleasure.

“Focus on her face. Look how fucking hot she looks when she blows you,” Chris uttered in between his panting, “Does she feel good?”

“Fucking heavenly,” Minho grunted with his fingers in your hair, “It’s like you were made for me, pretty.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but the way she takes my cock a bit too well, I’d say she is made… for… me,” Chris pounded into you with sharper thrusts, “You owe me big time just because I’m willing to share her with you, but we all need to know our damn place, don’t we? Ah, fuck, baby, keep clenching like that.” 

What the fuck got into Chris you had less than zero idea, but the words he kept spitting… They were all the right things. While you were getting yourself worked up over this literal wet dream, you were possessed with an urge from head to toe, and you let go of Minho’s cock with a loud pop. When you turned your head back to Chris, the eye contact drove him absolutely insane, and he started fucking you even harder like he was trying to pass through you. 

“Make me– make me cum while– while I eat his ass.”

Minho couldn’t believe what he just heard and almost blew in your face whereas Chris’ grunts reached an animalistic level of deep.

“Suck him off real good, baby. Make him lose his fucking mind for me,” then he offered his fingers to Minho, “Spit. I need lube for her clit.”

Meanwhile, you slightly shifted your position and sank down lower right under Minho’s balls, and arched your ass higher.

“I’ll make it feel so good, pudding. Relax for me and enjoy it.”

You had been working Minho for some time already, so once your tongue made contact with his entrance, the ecstasy shot to his head like a brainfreeze. You were stroking him with one hand while making out with his perineum. Chris’ hard thrusts behind you accompanied by the fervent rubbing of your clit was dragging you to your climax three steps at a time, and you moaning against Minho was almost enough for him to blow right then and there. He was trying his utmost best to be on his best behavior for you, but god, it was just so hard. After landing a delicious spank on your ass, Chris slowed down.

“Sit on his cock, baby. I wanna watch you fuck his wits out of him.”

Diminishing Minho into a panting moaning mess under you? 

Oh, fuck yeah.

Courtesy of the incessant pounding you received from Chris, Minho met no resistance sliding right into you despite his thick girth, and his eyes immediately rolled back at the intense sensation.

“Watch her, Minho,” Chris ordered with a firm voice, “I wanna see the light leave your eyes while my girl ruins you.”

Minho grabbed you by your waist as you kept riding him. He was literally inside you, the closest he could get to you, but it wasn’t enough. He started sucking on your hardened nipples trying to sate himself, but his appetite was so uncontainable that he was lightly grazing his teeth on them.

“Behave, pudding.”

“Make me, pretty.”

You bit into the soft flesh of his lips harshly, but he clearly liked it. You felt him throb against your contracting walls.

“God, I don’t– I don’t wanna pull out.”

“Somebody’s eager to breed you, huh baby?” Chris chuckled at Minho’s words, “I thought he would blow at least three times by now. Kudos to his ability to resist you.”

Chris really thought he would be able to just watch you fuck Minho. He really did, but the sight was too hot for him to handle. When you were right there for his pleasure, why would he even touch himself? He gave his engorged cock a few quick pumps and touched your cheek lightly to get your attention.

“Open up for me.”

You saw how the veins on his girth were bulging, telling you how sensitive to touch he was. The second your tongue touched his skin and started tracing his veins, an uncontrollable moan ripped from Chris’ throat.

“Fuck, baby, clench. Clench hard around him every time you suck me.”

You did exactly as Chris told you, and every time you tensed your muscles, Minho’s moans got a couple of more decibels louder. At long last, it became too much for him to endure.

“Can I cum, pretty? Can I cum inside?”

You let go of Chris to finalize your negotiations with Minho.

“Ask nicely, pudding.”

“Can I please cream you?”

“Are you gonna fucking stop getting on my nerves from now on?”

“Yes.”

“Do you admit you have the fucking hots for me?”

“God, yes.”

“Are you gonna clean up your mess afterwards?”

“I’ll do anything you want.”

You grabbed his face and spoke right against his mouth.

“Fuck me faster until you blow.”

You latched yourself on his mouth as he violently convulsed under you with a frantic rhythm. His warmth spilling into you felt soothing. Even after he was out of his last drop of cum, Minho wouldn’t let go of your lips.

“Felt fucking great, didn’t it, pudding?” you caressed Minho’s hair. He was so fucked out that all he was able to do was nod while trying to catch his breath.

“Now you’re gonna help me, Min,” Chris urged him.

Minho helped you get off him and let Chris spread you on the bed. 

“Something we really shouldn’t do is to leave a beautiful woman being all kinds of generous to us unsatisfied,” Chris climbed on top of you, “Now you’re going to pay some attention to her amazing tits while I make her cum again.”

You were as much, if not more fucked out than Minho, so all you could do was nod with a hint of enthusiasm glinting in your eyes. There was only one voice that kept echoing in your head, and it said ‘Obey’. The voice surprisingly carried Chris’ tones.

“You’re leaking his cum,” a wicked smile stained his lips, “You’re such a fucking goddess. Let me worship you at your throne, yeah?”

Chris let himself sink between your legs and started kissing all over your pussy to soothe the aching skin. All that mattered to him was to take care of you. With Minho alternating between your lips, neck, breasts, and ribcage, the change of pace felt nice, almost like aftercare. When you least expected it, however—

“Ah, FUCK!”

Chris licked a clean stripe from the bottom to the top, smearing Minho’s cum everywhere. After a couple of dragged-out licks, he took your swollen clit between his plush lips and started to glide his tongue all over it. He wanted to relax you a little bit more before what was about to come.

“You’re gonna let me fuck my cum deeper into you?” he asked between his stripes.

“I think I'll make him fuck your cum deeper into me,” you caressed Minho’s hair.

“Oh, you’re good,” Chris chortled, “You're so good at being so bad, baby.”

One hand still in Minho’s hair next to you, you watched Chris eat your pussy for some time with his eyes staring right into your soul. It was getting intense, and he was well aware he was pushing you to your orgasm from the way your legs started to shake around him. That was his cue to align his rock-hard cock with your entrance.

“My turn to breed you now, baby. I’ll fill this perfect cunt to the brim,” he slowly pushed inside, “Then another load. Then another.”

You nodded and pulled Minho a little closer to you by his nape. He instantly got the message and closed his mouth on your right nipple while his wet finger started teasing the left one. Chris grabbed both your legs still clad in your silver shoes and put them over his shoulders.

“I think Minho’s absolutely right. You look so goddamn sexy in these,” he gave your tattoo a kiss before starting to move, “And they make you look like the classiest whore ever, baby.”

In this position, Chris was able to reach an angle he normally wouldn’t. You felt that familiar feeling of pressure quickly building up inside you. He spread your legs a little wider so that he had more access to your clit to pull you over the edge with him. Your eyes were squeezed shut from getting lost in pleasure, but Chris simply couldn’t have that.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby. You’re gonna cum for me, yeah?”

“I’m– Ch– ”

“Use your words, baby. You’ve been doing so fucking great so far, it’s mind-blowing.”

“Please.”

“Please what? I said words, didn’t I?”

It was way too overwhelming for you at this point. All your senses were in hyperdrive, taking in both Chris and Minho’s scents, hearing the way Minho was sucking on your skin as well as Chris pounding into you, nothing but obscenity ruling over the entire room. You were just desperate to cum at this point from being brought to the edge so many times over the course of the night, and whatever Chris was demanding you were willing to do it. 

He finally broke you.

“Please, I’m– I want t– ”

“Do you admit this pussy is mine?”

“Yes.”

“And mine only?”

“Yes.”

“Say it. Say it belongs to me and I’ll make you cum.”

“All of me is yours, just fucking do it!”

Chris didn’t expect it. You didn’t expect it, but the words just fell from your lips. And that was finally what got Chris to snap.

“Her clit needs to be licked again, Min. Get to it.”

Chris picked up his pace to what could only be described as boss level and started thrusting into you mercilessly. With Minho latching himself to your clit again, you felt something swelling up inside you. When you looked sideways, you could see how fucking hard Minho was, and it made you clench again.

“Like that,” Chris moaned, “Keep clenching like that!”

You knew you were about to cum, but at the same time, you didn’t want this feeling to end. You tugged at Minho’s locks to signal him to look at you, and gestured him to come closer to give him what he was desperately craving. Chris’ loud grunts were what made that swollen bubble finally pop inside you, and you let it out before you choked on Minho’s cock.

“Oh, good god fucking breed me already!”

The moment you said it, Chris came hard with a guttural moan, and you creamed all over his cock. Your orgasm lasted no less than fifteen seconds, and that window was enough for you to deepthroat Minho to get him to blow down your throat. Both guys collapsed on either side of you, and all that was heard in the room was the sounds of heavy breathing. You became this limp pile of bodies with arms and legs tangled within each other, floating in absolute bliss. Once you all started coming back to reality, Chris started giggling hysterically.

“Congrats, Min. We finally popped your cherry.”

As if nothing remotely lewd happened between the three of you until five minutes ago, Minho covered his eyes with his arm and started laughing, his tone mixed between extremely satiated and embarrassed. You looked at Chris with extremely incredulous eyes.

“I beg your fucking pardon?!”

“Oh yeah, he’s been dying to ask you to take his virginity for a while now,” Chris giggled, “Or, you know, as he likes to call it, his bubblegum.”

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