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v. bf!jeno x reader x fwb!jaemin

"Jaemin, I..." You feel yourself trembling, Jaemin coaxing a slow orgasm to well in your abdomen and you writhe against Jeno who's still holding you close.

You hear the pout in Jaemin's words, "You can take it, can't you?" He tuts when you don't respond, his finger speeding up as they circle your throbbing bud. "You don't want Jeno to cum inside of you?"

That's all you want, to be pumped full of your lover's cum but- "It's too fast," Jaemin sighs, sounding almost disappointed at you but then he's moving to straddle Jeno behind you, a hand running through your hair and he tugs harshly, bringing your body up until your back hits his chest.

"I know you can take it," Jaemin's hand slides down back to your clit while the other slips under your shirt, finding your chest, pinching a nipple between his fingers over your bra. "We have a safe word." He mutters and both boys wait, watching you intently and when you don't say it, Jeno's hips thrust into you, Jaemin's fingers toying skilfully with your clit.

You cry out, the sudden onslaught of pleasure wracking your body with electricity and red-hot heat, so overwhelming all at once and Jaemin's lips suck blooming hickeys into your neck. The coil in your gut tightens blindingly fast and a well-placed thrust into your sweet spot with Jeno bottoming out into you has you cumming, your hands shooting up into Jaemin's hair behind you, pulling harshly as you yell Jeno's name.

Your walls convulse around Jeno's member, the tight grip your pussy has on him and the sound of your voice is enough to make him cum, hot spurts of his seed emptying into you.

"Good girl," Jaemin coos, Jeno pulling out with a satisfied groan and the feeling of the mixture of your cum and his dripping out of you is filthy. The boy behind you dips his fingers into your sopping core and you suppress a weak moan, Jaemin's fingers gathering up the mess before winding back up to tap at your lips. You obediently take his digits into your mouth, the strange taste greeting your tongue.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Renjun's voice cuts through and you turn to look at the door. He's standing there, lipstick stains smeared across his lips and neck, hair a tangled mess, looking positively fresh from a makeout session and Jaemin giggles at the sight, making you hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Get out."

Jaemin moves off the bed, zipping his pants and smooths his shirt down, grabbing a tissue box and dabbing at your skin for a quick clean up. Renjun goes to his floor-length mirror to make himself look at least presentable and he glances your way, then at Jeno who is now knocked out.

"And I thought you and Jeno were exclusive." It's a passing comment, not judgemental, more of a fact from Renjun and you shrug, frowning at Jaemin who pockets your panties.

"We don't mind a little company." You pick up your boyfriend's shirt from the floor and plop yourself onto Renjun's bed who opens his mouth to reprimand you but closes it again. Jeno's breathing softly, the rise and fall of his chest is gentle and you're sure it'll be a while until you can rouse him from sleep. Jaemin's already finished cleaning him up and he stands at the door, smiling at the both of you.

"That's good because Hyuck was peaking in earlier." You take note of what Renjun has said as Jaemin waves and before you can ask him to stay, he's already gone, the sound of his footsteps fading away.

"Sorry, looks like we'll be staying longer." The owner of the room looks a little less than pleased, but he shrugs, sitting on his desk chair in the corner.

"It's fine."

You definitely need to go have a warm shower. The feeling of slick between your thighs is unpleasant, still there despite Jaemin's efforts but it feels too awkward to leave now, Renjun spacing out thinking about god knows what.

"I've never seen Jaemin like that," You want to ask him what he means but he continues on his own, unprompted. "You know... gentle or quiet." You scoff, sitting beside Jeno, absentmindedly playing with his hair and he stirs in his sleep, cuddling closer to you.

"I'm sure if you were here earlier, you wouldn't be saying that." Renjun makes a face that could only be described as disgusted.

"I meant, he wasn't... he didn't just leave without taking care of the both of you, you know?" You wonder how many hickeys Jaemin left on your neck. "I heard he sucks at aftercare from all the girl's he used to fool around with."

"Used to?" You were pretty sure that the last time you asked about all of the numbers on his phone, he said he dialled them often when you or Jeno were too busy to meet up.

Renjun looks like he was caught in a lie, mulling over what he should say next, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at particularly nothing. "Well... the parties over, you can stay the night, I'll just crash on the couch and hope no one has fucked there too." He's out the door, leaving you and Jeno alone on his bed with his words you can't quite get rid of.

"I'll be back," You leave a fluttering kiss on his forehead, smiling down at his sleeping face. "I love you." And you step out into the hallway, the sound of music now long gone as you search for the bathroom.