What's Mine Is (not) Yours
Title: What's Mine Is (not) Yours
Pairing: B-Bomb/U-Kwon/Zico
Rating: NC-17
Requested by: ippeun_nuna
Summary: Zico shouldn't touch what isn't his. Especially if that something happens to be very, very keen on getting some sort of revenge.
A/N: Ta-dah!!! Man it's been forever since I wrote Block B and it felt good 8) This is a totally unoriginal ot3, I know, but it was the easiest/smoothest to write. ANYWAY enjoy!!
It wasn't fair, Minhyuk thought as he closed the door to the dorm, his breath coming out in pants as he leaned against the wood. His cheeks were burning with the image that was now burned into his mind - the image of Jiho pinning Yukwon against the wall, their bodies slotted together, hands clawing at each other and lips attached.
It wasn't fair, because Yukwon was Minhyuk's by default, wasn't he? That's how it had always been. And yet there was Jiho invading the redhead's space, causing Yukwon to make unholy noises and chant rather blasphemous things - Minhyuk had seen the curve and arch of Yukwon's spine as he rolled against Jiho's body, their chests and hips colliding with the movements.
It wasn't fair, and Minhyuk slammed his fist against the door, his eyes raising a bit as he gathered his thoughts.
It wasn't fair because as the image of Jiho ravaging Yukwon played like a movie trailer in his head, Minhyuk was more jealous of the fact that he hadn't been invited over the fact that Yukwon and Jiho were even partaking in such an act.
He hadn't been outside for more than three seconds before he turned around and opened the door, slamming it behind him as he approached Jiho and Yukwon, who hadn't bothered to move from the hallway, teeth tugging at lips even as their eyes simultaneously slid over to Minhyuk, who was slowly approaching.
The smirk that filtered over Jiho's features was slick and reminiscent of everything the rapper represented. Pulling away from Yukwon, the leader left one hand resting against the wall next to the redhead, his other hand reaching out to catch Minhyuk's pants by the belt loops, tugging him forward in the least subtle way possible.
“Done being a girl?” Jiho snickered, unphased when Minhyuk's lips curled in a bit of a snarl because really, why wouldn't Minhyuk have reacted that way?
Jiho was touching his property.
And maybe now Jiho was touching Yukwon's property, if the way Yukwon reached out and curled his fingers into the fabric of Minhyuk's hoodie to pull him closer was anything to go by.
Whoever they belonged to didn't matter because three-way kisses owned everyone, with the occasional brushing of lips and one-hundred percent tongue. Hands resumed their exploration, three sets instead of two, and as Jiho broke away from the kiss first and shrugged out of his jacket, cracking his neck in the process, Minhyuk decided the leader was the best person he could have caught his fuck buddy with. Charismatic, sure in every one of his movements, Jiho was the picture of dominance and masculinity and when Yukwon dropped down to his knees, Minhyuk couldn't blame him. He was about to do the same under the silent command of Jiho's slightly narrowed gaze.
The sound of Jiho's belt unbuckling jingled in Minhyuk's ears but he couldn't get a good look at anything because everything shifted and Minhyuk was pressed face-first into the wall, his hands coming up to brace and lift his chest away from the surface a bit. Jiho's hands were uncaring and with purpose as Minhyuk's pants got shucked down over his ass and thighs, dry fingers getting straight to the point. Minhyuk hissed and tried to pull away but Jiho's other hand held his hips firm, keeping him in place, and he felt Yukwon's hair brushing against the backs of his thighs, the redhead sandwiched on his knees between the two. Slurping sounds reached Minhyuk's ears and he briefly wished for some of that relief on his ass as Jiho shoved in a dry finger unceremoniously, and when the dancer thought about it, at least the leader was bothering to prepare him in any way at all.
Jiho's hand didn't skip any rhythm even as Yukwon seemed to pull out these explicit, mind-numbing moans from the leaders lips. Minhyuk spread his legs as best he could with his pants around his knees, and he let out a frustrated sound as he pulled away from everything for just the briefest second to kick his pants off the rest of the way, his back against the wall, dick pointed at the back of Yukwon's head. But the redhead didn't miss a beat, either, shifting and turning so both dicks were at his mouth. His hands gripped the bases and he brought the tips together, rubbing them against one another before leaning forward and sloppily slurping his drenched lips over them, soaking Minhyuk in saliva. Minhyuk's head dropped back against the wall and a hand tangled in Yukwon's hair, his fingers brushing against Jiho's, and together they laced their fingers and started to guide Yukwon's mouth up and down the lengths of their cocks, greedy yet sharing at the same time. At one point Yukwon successfully got both heads in his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely and drool dripping down onto the floor, Yukwon's eyes closed in concentration.
Pulling away first, Jiho let Yukwon swallow Minhyuk whole, the leader's body moving forward to take Minhyuk's lips in a kiss - well, it could only be called a kiss for lack of a better word of mouths smashing together unceremoniously, tension drawn out between them.
“You like the thought of someone fucking him,” Jiho breathed against Minhyuk's lips. Minhyuk tried to shake his head and pulled away, but Jiho's fingers threaded through his faded copper hair and kept him in place, his tongue snaking out over the dancer's bottom lip. “Shut up. If you hated it so much, you'd stop us.”
Minhyuk's jaw tensed and he wanted to bite at Jiho's tongue - he sneered instead, hissing out his question, “How long?”
Yukwon stayed quiet, suckling at the head of Minhyuk's cock, the pleasure keeping the dancer from getting as mad as he wanted to be.
Jiho chuckled, his teeth nipping at Minhyuk's upper lip, “Today. And if you'd believe it, it was your boy that started it.”
Minhyuk's eyes shot down to Yukwon, who glanced up at him apologetically. It's not like they were boyfriends or anything, there were virtually no strings attached, but Yukwon belonged to Minhyuk first and the thought of Yukwon going to someone else for what he should be going to Minhyuk for in the first place made the blond's blood boil on a low simmer.
Jiho's hands moved to Minhyuk's jaw, forcing him to look at the leader - forcing him to look at his smirk, at the way his eyes were narrowed and dark with lust. “Aw... hypocrite.” Jiho jerked Minhyuk's face, knocking his head back against the wall with the action. “Don't complain about him coming to me when you so readily joined.”
Minhyuk's hands raised to push Jiho away, but Jiho's feet were firmly planted and by now Yukwon had stood up and moved off to the side, watching the situation with slight fear glimmering in his eyes.
“You think you can have him all to yourself?” Jiho asked, his grip tight on Minhyuk's jaw. Minhyuk just stared back defiantly. “Selfish slut. Both of you.” A smirk filtered over the leader's lips and he removed his fingers from the blond's face, patronizingly kissing the red marks his fingers left on Minhyuk's flesh.
Closing his eyes, Minhyuk turned his head to the side, out of Jiho's path.
“Don't make it so hard, baby,” Jiho purred, his kisses moving down Minhyuk's neck.
The dancer's eyes opened and Yukwon was still standing off to the side, apprehensive and looking like he wanted to do something, but wasn't sure. Jiho had been a bit scary - even Minhyuk, angry as he was, had been a bit scared - and he saw that in Yukwon's face. He lifted a hand, beckoning Yukwon to come closer, trying to tell him it was ok now, and Yukwon carefully moved over.
However, the moment couldn't last forever, and Jiho pulled his body away from Minhyuk's smirking and turning and heading down to his bedroom. He disappeared inside and Minhyuk stared at the space of the door for a second before his eyes landed on Yukwon's - the redhead was biting his lip, looking like he was ready to say something.
Minhyuk shook his head. “Don't.”
Neither of them followed Jiho into the bedroom that day.
-
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
As Jiho slept one day, Minhyuk and Yukwon snuck into the leader's room, shutting the door behind them and watching their leader sleep. Not all had been forgiven for what transpired between the three of them the other day, but that didn't mean they couldn't get over it. Especially when neither of them could tear their eyes off of the leader, watching him dance, watching him rap, watching him woo the crowd - watching him glance over in their direction with hooded eyes, watching him lift his shirt just a little bit more as his lips tugged in a knowing smirk.
They crawled onto the bed, kissing languidly over Jiho's sleeping form. Their tongues mapped each other's mouths and they stripped each other of their clothes, not being careful of the sleeping man beneath them as Minhyuk moved a slick finger to Yukwon's ass, probing the entrance gently. Yukwon mewled and moved to straddle the sleeping leader, Minhyuk using his other hand to carefully slide Jiho's boxers down and off his legs. The redhead put his hands on either side of Jiho's head and Minhyuk smirked at the image of Yukwon on top of the leader, the leader's face smooth and attractive in his state of slumber, twisting his finger and adding another, carefully scissoring Yukwon and being careful to avoid his prostate - Yukwon knew the rules, but that didn't stop him from writhing and fucking back onto Minhyuk's finger.
Pulling his hands away from Yukwon, Minhyuk signaled for the redhead to carry out the plan. Yukwon's body shifted down, his ass sliding along Jiho's soft dick, some of the lube from the preparation dripping onto Jiho's skin. Jiho let out a soft groan in his sleep, his foggy mind registering a presence as his hands moved to Yukwon's hips, steadying him so he could grind up into him with his now half-hard cock. Yukwon's lips moved to Jiho's collarbone, kissing the bare skin, and it seemed that just the presence of his body alone was enough to will Jiho's sleepy mind to erect his cock, the head of it bumping against Yukwon's ass.
Smirking to himself, Minhyuk settled behind Yukwon, carefully spreading Jiho's legs, watching the leader's face for any sign of gaining consciousness. He successfully spread and bent Jiho's legs at the knees, his re-slicked finger moving down to Jiho's entrance, swiping over the hole gently - Jiho let out a soft sound, his hips lifting some and Minhyuk's smirk grew feral, his finger slipping inside the pliant body. He thought Jiho would wake up defensively, he thought Jiho would reject him and beat the shit out of him; but, Jiho remained asleep and oblivious to the world, Minhyuk's finger sliding all the way in, and oh, yes, revenge was sweet indeed.
Yukwon was quivering above Jiho, and Minhyuk gently tapped his hip. Getting the message, Yukwon lowered his body just slightly, the head of Jiho's cock barely breaching his entrance. Biting back his whines, Yukwon's body shook with the effort of holding himself up and holding back from slamming himself onto Jiho's dick. But this needed to be timed perfectly, both Minhyuk and Yukwon knew this, and Minhyuk slid another finger in and was utterly surprised when Jiho sighed and wriggled his hips, trying to get up into Yukwon's body and pushing down onto the fingers at the same time.
Snickering to himself, Minhyuk had always known Jiho was a closet bottom. Someone with that many control issues had insecurities about something. And by the way Jiho's head was tossing back and forth on the pillow, Minhyuk had successfully found it.
“A little more,” Minhyuk whispered to Yukwon, and obediently the redhead slid down so Jiho's cock actually breached his entrance. At the same time Minhyuk spread his fingers, watching as the action caused Jiho's legs to spread wider, and oh fuck it all, he thought as he slicked his cock and fitted himself between Jiho's legs, wrapping them around his waist as he bumped the head of his cock purposefully against Jiho's asshole.
Yukwon let out another whine. Minhyuk, feeling like a sadistic fuck today, reached forward and gently nudged the leader's shoulder.
“Hey, wake up.”
Jiho's eyes fluttered open surprisingly easy, and before he could even register the situation Minhyuk grabbed Yukwon's hip with a hand and slammed him down onto Jiho's cock at the same time Minhyuk thrusted into the leader's body.
The leader yelped and tossed his head back, his yelp turning into a howl, turning into a scream, and then dragging out into a moan as his hands reached up and grabbed Yukwon's hips, holding him down in place on his cock, his thighs tightening around Minhyuk's waist and keeping him in place.
Fear flashed through Minhyuk's body for a second - if both of them were pinned in place like this, they were at Jiho's will, not the other way around. It was a potentially dangerous situation and yet Minhyuk couldn't be bothered to care, ignoring Jiho's wordless request for them to stop moving, the dancer rolling his hips and lodging himself deeper inside Jiho's body. The leader's teeth clenched and Minhyuk's hands abandoned Yukwon's hips to grip onto the underside of Jiho's thighs, spreading him a bit wider as he started to fuck into him without warning.
At the same time Yukwon started to rock his body up and down on Jiho's cock, and for once the leader was rendered speechless, his mouth dropped open in silent gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as his body tried to decide what it wanted to do - fuck onto Minhyuk's cock or fuck up into Yukwon's body. Jiho's body was tense and Minhyuk leaned over Yukwon's back, pushing him down a bit, angling a particularly sharp thrust and watching as Jiho's face screwed up in pleasure, a curse leaving his lips.
“Who did you call a slut?” Minhyuk asked rhetorically, smirking and nibbling at Yukwon's shoulder as they both worked the leader over.
Jiho's hands scrambled for a second before one of them landed on Yukwon's dick, jerking it roughly and making the redhead bend and bury his face in Jiho's neck, the angle causing a domino effect of Minhyuk thrusting and forcing Jiho's cock back up into Yukwon's ass. Minhyuk's body heated up and while he had initially been out for revenge, his eyes locked on Jiho's and he still saw that cocky fire burning low in the leader's eyes. And maybe that's why Minhyuk had done this - for revenge and provocation. He couldn't help that he liked the way Jiho's eyes burned when he knew he had the upperhand, he liked the way Jiho's eyes seemed to pierce through everyone they looked through, he liked that though this had been for revenge, Yukwon and he had still played right into Jiho's hands.
He wouldn't call it a failed effort - not when Jiho was grunting and bucking beneath them, trying to get more of what they were offering. Minhyuk pulled out of Jiho's body with a slick sound and Jiho wasted no time in planting his feet and fucking up into Yukwon's body without reserve, taking what was offered to him and taking complete advantage of it. The fingerprints he was leaving in the apex of Yukwon's thighs were becoming visible and Yukwon threw his head back, his body tensing as he came in a rush; Jiho wasn't gentle as he tossed Yukwon's spent body to the side, the redhead's eyes closing in exhaustion as he relaxed into the bed.
Jiho sat up and advanced on Minhyuk, who was frozen in his spot, sitting back on his haunches, chest heaving in anticipation. The smirk that filtered over Jiho's lips was feral and promising all at once - Jiho reached out and with one hand he shoved Minhyuk's chest back, the other grabbing his ankle out from underneath him to successfully push him back onto the bed, Jiho's body fitted between Minhyuk's thighs and the head of his cock bumping against the swell of the dancer's ass.
“Slut,” Jiho leaned down and whispered the word into Minhyuk's ear, before thrusting into the dancer raw and unprepared, making Minhyuk's back arch off of the bed so high his body almost completely floated away if it weren't for Jiho's arms caging him in.
The pain was almost unbearable, and Jiho didn't even wait for him to adjust before he started thrusting. At first, Minhyuk let out choked sobs of pain, his hands moving above his head to tangle his fingers in the sheets. Jiho's hand caught the crook of his knee and lifted it up, Minhyuk's body rag-dolling as Jiho got him into a good position, legs splayed in the air and back arched as Jiho's hips powered into him. The angle helped, he could feel the numbing pleasure underneath the pain, but it still wasn't enough and his erection was wilting; Jiho mouthed along the length of Minhyuk's calf and jerked the dancer's body, rolling him onto his side as Jiho put one of Minhyuk's legs between his own.
This time, when he pistoned into Minhyuk's body the dancer saw white blooming behind his closed eyelids, his head dropping back and his body fully accepting the cock that was shoving inside of him, his own cock bouncing against his abdomen, neglected and leaky. Jiho's body was a freight train slamming in and out of Minhyuk's ass, jarring his entire skeletal frame and making him feel like his skin was going to melt right off. Jiho didn't even need to touch the dancer for Minhyuk to feel the impending release curling in his stomach, hot fire pokers jabbing into the tops of his thighs as he finally let out a cry, going breathless with how long the noise was drawn out of his throat. Yukwon had appeared out of nowhere and his mouth was on Minhyuk's dick, slobbering with no finesse, the redhead obviously still tired from his own turn.
But the extra heat was all Minhyuk needed, the contrast of the dry fucking and the wetness on his dick finally making Minhyuk's stomach clench, his toes curling and his fingers tearing at the sheets as he came hard, ropes splattering onto Yukwon's face and up onto Minhyuk's own chest. The clenching of his body drew Jiho over the edge and the leader pulled out, grunting as Yukwon's cheek caught some of his cum as well, most of his release spilling onto Minhyuk's balls.
They breathed in unison for a few moments, before Jiho broke the sanctity and laid back down, his feet kicking at Yukwon and Minhyuk. “Get out, whores.” Even with the words they could see the glint in his eyes as he rolled over.
Yukwon got up on wobbly legs and left the room, and when Minhyuk stood and gathered their clothes, he leaned down to whisper into Jiho's ear.
“Next time you take something that's mine, I'll take something of yours.” He straightened and smirked when Jiho arched an amused brow at him. Minhyuk turned and headed out of the door as well, slipping into his boxers before the other members saw his glory.
Yukwon must have already gone to the bathroom to clean up, and Minhyuk was in the process of putting on his t-shirt as Jaehyo walked by. Giving Jaehyo a smile, one complete with a dimple, he watched the ulzzang knock softly on Jiho's door before entering.
Licking his lips and chuckling to himself as he tugged the hem of his shirt down, Minhyuk hoped Jiho understood the rules of this game.
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Pairing: B-Bomb/U-Kwon/Zico
Rating: NC-17
Requested by: ippeun_nuna
Summary: Zico shouldn't touch what isn't his. Especially if that something happens to be very, very keen on getting some sort of revenge.
A/N: Ta-dah!!! Man it's been forever since I wrote Block B and it felt good 8) This is a totally unoriginal ot3, I know, but it was the easiest/smoothest to write. ANYWAY enjoy!!
It wasn't fair, Minhyuk thought as he closed the door to the dorm, his breath coming out in pants as he leaned against the wood. His cheeks were burning with the image that was now burned into his mind - the image of Jiho pinning Yukwon against the wall, their bodies slotted together, hands clawing at each other and lips attached.
It wasn't fair, because Yukwon was Minhyuk's by default, wasn't he? That's how it had always been. And yet there was Jiho invading the redhead's space, causing Yukwon to make unholy noises and chant rather blasphemous things - Minhyuk had seen the curve and arch of Yukwon's spine as he rolled against Jiho's body, their chests and hips colliding with the movements.
It wasn't fair, and Minhyuk slammed his fist against the door, his eyes raising a bit as he gathered his thoughts.
It wasn't fair because as the image of Jiho ravaging Yukwon played like a movie trailer in his head, Minhyuk was more jealous of the fact that he hadn't been invited over the fact that Yukwon and Jiho were even partaking in such an act.
He hadn't been outside for more than three seconds before he turned around and opened the door, slamming it behind him as he approached Jiho and Yukwon, who hadn't bothered to move from the hallway, teeth tugging at lips even as their eyes simultaneously slid over to Minhyuk, who was slowly approaching.
The smirk that filtered over Jiho's features was slick and reminiscent of everything the rapper represented. Pulling away from Yukwon, the leader left one hand resting against the wall next to the redhead, his other hand reaching out to catch Minhyuk's pants by the belt loops, tugging him forward in the least subtle way possible.
“Done being a girl?” Jiho snickered, unphased when Minhyuk's lips curled in a bit of a snarl because really, why wouldn't Minhyuk have reacted that way?
Jiho was touching his property.
And maybe now Jiho was touching Yukwon's property, if the way Yukwon reached out and curled his fingers into the fabric of Minhyuk's hoodie to pull him closer was anything to go by.
Whoever they belonged to didn't matter because three-way kisses owned everyone, with the occasional brushing of lips and one-hundred percent tongue. Hands resumed their exploration, three sets instead of two, and as Jiho broke away from the kiss first and shrugged out of his jacket, cracking his neck in the process, Minhyuk decided the leader was the best person he could have caught his fuck buddy with. Charismatic, sure in every one of his movements, Jiho was the picture of dominance and masculinity and when Yukwon dropped down to his knees, Minhyuk couldn't blame him. He was about to do the same under the silent command of Jiho's slightly narrowed gaze.
The sound of Jiho's belt unbuckling jingled in Minhyuk's ears but he couldn't get a good look at anything because everything shifted and Minhyuk was pressed face-first into the wall, his hands coming up to brace and lift his chest away from the surface a bit. Jiho's hands were uncaring and with purpose as Minhyuk's pants got shucked down over his ass and thighs, dry fingers getting straight to the point. Minhyuk hissed and tried to pull away but Jiho's other hand held his hips firm, keeping him in place, and he felt Yukwon's hair brushing against the backs of his thighs, the redhead sandwiched on his knees between the two. Slurping sounds reached Minhyuk's ears and he briefly wished for some of that relief on his ass as Jiho shoved in a dry finger unceremoniously, and when the dancer thought about it, at least the leader was bothering to prepare him in any way at all.
Jiho's hand didn't skip any rhythm even as Yukwon seemed to pull out these explicit, mind-numbing moans from the leaders lips. Minhyuk spread his legs as best he could with his pants around his knees, and he let out a frustrated sound as he pulled away from everything for just the briefest second to kick his pants off the rest of the way, his back against the wall, dick pointed at the back of Yukwon's head. But the redhead didn't miss a beat, either, shifting and turning so both dicks were at his mouth. His hands gripped the bases and he brought the tips together, rubbing them against one another before leaning forward and sloppily slurping his drenched lips over them, soaking Minhyuk in saliva. Minhyuk's head dropped back against the wall and a hand tangled in Yukwon's hair, his fingers brushing against Jiho's, and together they laced their fingers and started to guide Yukwon's mouth up and down the lengths of their cocks, greedy yet sharing at the same time. At one point Yukwon successfully got both heads in his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely and drool dripping down onto the floor, Yukwon's eyes closed in concentration.
Pulling away first, Jiho let Yukwon swallow Minhyuk whole, the leader's body moving forward to take Minhyuk's lips in a kiss - well, it could only be called a kiss for lack of a better word of mouths smashing together unceremoniously, tension drawn out between them.
“You like the thought of someone fucking him,” Jiho breathed against Minhyuk's lips. Minhyuk tried to shake his head and pulled away, but Jiho's fingers threaded through his faded copper hair and kept him in place, his tongue snaking out over the dancer's bottom lip. “Shut up. If you hated it so much, you'd stop us.”
Minhyuk's jaw tensed and he wanted to bite at Jiho's tongue - he sneered instead, hissing out his question, “How long?”
Yukwon stayed quiet, suckling at the head of Minhyuk's cock, the pleasure keeping the dancer from getting as mad as he wanted to be.
Jiho chuckled, his teeth nipping at Minhyuk's upper lip, “Today. And if you'd believe it, it was your boy that started it.”
Minhyuk's eyes shot down to Yukwon, who glanced up at him apologetically. It's not like they were boyfriends or anything, there were virtually no strings attached, but Yukwon belonged to Minhyuk first and the thought of Yukwon going to someone else for what he should be going to Minhyuk for in the first place made the blond's blood boil on a low simmer.
Jiho's hands moved to Minhyuk's jaw, forcing him to look at the leader - forcing him to look at his smirk, at the way his eyes were narrowed and dark with lust. “Aw... hypocrite.” Jiho jerked Minhyuk's face, knocking his head back against the wall with the action. “Don't complain about him coming to me when you so readily joined.”
Minhyuk's hands raised to push Jiho away, but Jiho's feet were firmly planted and by now Yukwon had stood up and moved off to the side, watching the situation with slight fear glimmering in his eyes.
“You think you can have him all to yourself?” Jiho asked, his grip tight on Minhyuk's jaw. Minhyuk just stared back defiantly. “Selfish slut. Both of you.” A smirk filtered over the leader's lips and he removed his fingers from the blond's face, patronizingly kissing the red marks his fingers left on Minhyuk's flesh.
Closing his eyes, Minhyuk turned his head to the side, out of Jiho's path.
“Don't make it so hard, baby,” Jiho purred, his kisses moving down Minhyuk's neck.
The dancer's eyes opened and Yukwon was still standing off to the side, apprehensive and looking like he wanted to do something, but wasn't sure. Jiho had been a bit scary - even Minhyuk, angry as he was, had been a bit scared - and he saw that in Yukwon's face. He lifted a hand, beckoning Yukwon to come closer, trying to tell him it was ok now, and Yukwon carefully moved over.
However, the moment couldn't last forever, and Jiho pulled his body away from Minhyuk's smirking and turning and heading down to his bedroom. He disappeared inside and Minhyuk stared at the space of the door for a second before his eyes landed on Yukwon's - the redhead was biting his lip, looking like he was ready to say something.
Minhyuk shook his head. “Don't.”
Neither of them followed Jiho into the bedroom that day.
-
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
As Jiho slept one day, Minhyuk and Yukwon snuck into the leader's room, shutting the door behind them and watching their leader sleep. Not all had been forgiven for what transpired between the three of them the other day, but that didn't mean they couldn't get over it. Especially when neither of them could tear their eyes off of the leader, watching him dance, watching him rap, watching him woo the crowd - watching him glance over in their direction with hooded eyes, watching him lift his shirt just a little bit more as his lips tugged in a knowing smirk.
They crawled onto the bed, kissing languidly over Jiho's sleeping form. Their tongues mapped each other's mouths and they stripped each other of their clothes, not being careful of the sleeping man beneath them as Minhyuk moved a slick finger to Yukwon's ass, probing the entrance gently. Yukwon mewled and moved to straddle the sleeping leader, Minhyuk using his other hand to carefully slide Jiho's boxers down and off his legs. The redhead put his hands on either side of Jiho's head and Minhyuk smirked at the image of Yukwon on top of the leader, the leader's face smooth and attractive in his state of slumber, twisting his finger and adding another, carefully scissoring Yukwon and being careful to avoid his prostate - Yukwon knew the rules, but that didn't stop him from writhing and fucking back onto Minhyuk's finger.
Pulling his hands away from Yukwon, Minhyuk signaled for the redhead to carry out the plan. Yukwon's body shifted down, his ass sliding along Jiho's soft dick, some of the lube from the preparation dripping onto Jiho's skin. Jiho let out a soft groan in his sleep, his foggy mind registering a presence as his hands moved to Yukwon's hips, steadying him so he could grind up into him with his now half-hard cock. Yukwon's lips moved to Jiho's collarbone, kissing the bare skin, and it seemed that just the presence of his body alone was enough to will Jiho's sleepy mind to erect his cock, the head of it bumping against Yukwon's ass.
Smirking to himself, Minhyuk settled behind Yukwon, carefully spreading Jiho's legs, watching the leader's face for any sign of gaining consciousness. He successfully spread and bent Jiho's legs at the knees, his re-slicked finger moving down to Jiho's entrance, swiping over the hole gently - Jiho let out a soft sound, his hips lifting some and Minhyuk's smirk grew feral, his finger slipping inside the pliant body. He thought Jiho would wake up defensively, he thought Jiho would reject him and beat the shit out of him; but, Jiho remained asleep and oblivious to the world, Minhyuk's finger sliding all the way in, and oh, yes, revenge was sweet indeed.
Yukwon was quivering above Jiho, and Minhyuk gently tapped his hip. Getting the message, Yukwon lowered his body just slightly, the head of Jiho's cock barely breaching his entrance. Biting back his whines, Yukwon's body shook with the effort of holding himself up and holding back from slamming himself onto Jiho's dick. But this needed to be timed perfectly, both Minhyuk and Yukwon knew this, and Minhyuk slid another finger in and was utterly surprised when Jiho sighed and wriggled his hips, trying to get up into Yukwon's body and pushing down onto the fingers at the same time.
Snickering to himself, Minhyuk had always known Jiho was a closet bottom. Someone with that many control issues had insecurities about something. And by the way Jiho's head was tossing back and forth on the pillow, Minhyuk had successfully found it.
“A little more,” Minhyuk whispered to Yukwon, and obediently the redhead slid down so Jiho's cock actually breached his entrance. At the same time Minhyuk spread his fingers, watching as the action caused Jiho's legs to spread wider, and oh fuck it all, he thought as he slicked his cock and fitted himself between Jiho's legs, wrapping them around his waist as he bumped the head of his cock purposefully against Jiho's asshole.
Yukwon let out another whine. Minhyuk, feeling like a sadistic fuck today, reached forward and gently nudged the leader's shoulder.
“Hey, wake up.”
Jiho's eyes fluttered open surprisingly easy, and before he could even register the situation Minhyuk grabbed Yukwon's hip with a hand and slammed him down onto Jiho's cock at the same time Minhyuk thrusted into the leader's body.
The leader yelped and tossed his head back, his yelp turning into a howl, turning into a scream, and then dragging out into a moan as his hands reached up and grabbed Yukwon's hips, holding him down in place on his cock, his thighs tightening around Minhyuk's waist and keeping him in place.
Fear flashed through Minhyuk's body for a second - if both of them were pinned in place like this, they were at Jiho's will, not the other way around. It was a potentially dangerous situation and yet Minhyuk couldn't be bothered to care, ignoring Jiho's wordless request for them to stop moving, the dancer rolling his hips and lodging himself deeper inside Jiho's body. The leader's teeth clenched and Minhyuk's hands abandoned Yukwon's hips to grip onto the underside of Jiho's thighs, spreading him a bit wider as he started to fuck into him without warning.
At the same time Yukwon started to rock his body up and down on Jiho's cock, and for once the leader was rendered speechless, his mouth dropped open in silent gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as his body tried to decide what it wanted to do - fuck onto Minhyuk's cock or fuck up into Yukwon's body. Jiho's body was tense and Minhyuk leaned over Yukwon's back, pushing him down a bit, angling a particularly sharp thrust and watching as Jiho's face screwed up in pleasure, a curse leaving his lips.
“Who did you call a slut?” Minhyuk asked rhetorically, smirking and nibbling at Yukwon's shoulder as they both worked the leader over.
Jiho's hands scrambled for a second before one of them landed on Yukwon's dick, jerking it roughly and making the redhead bend and bury his face in Jiho's neck, the angle causing a domino effect of Minhyuk thrusting and forcing Jiho's cock back up into Yukwon's ass. Minhyuk's body heated up and while he had initially been out for revenge, his eyes locked on Jiho's and he still saw that cocky fire burning low in the leader's eyes. And maybe that's why Minhyuk had done this - for revenge and provocation. He couldn't help that he liked the way Jiho's eyes burned when he knew he had the upperhand, he liked the way Jiho's eyes seemed to pierce through everyone they looked through, he liked that though this had been for revenge, Yukwon and he had still played right into Jiho's hands.
He wouldn't call it a failed effort - not when Jiho was grunting and bucking beneath them, trying to get more of what they were offering. Minhyuk pulled out of Jiho's body with a slick sound and Jiho wasted no time in planting his feet and fucking up into Yukwon's body without reserve, taking what was offered to him and taking complete advantage of it. The fingerprints he was leaving in the apex of Yukwon's thighs were becoming visible and Yukwon threw his head back, his body tensing as he came in a rush; Jiho wasn't gentle as he tossed Yukwon's spent body to the side, the redhead's eyes closing in exhaustion as he relaxed into the bed.
Jiho sat up and advanced on Minhyuk, who was frozen in his spot, sitting back on his haunches, chest heaving in anticipation. The smirk that filtered over Jiho's lips was feral and promising all at once - Jiho reached out and with one hand he shoved Minhyuk's chest back, the other grabbing his ankle out from underneath him to successfully push him back onto the bed, Jiho's body fitted between Minhyuk's thighs and the head of his cock bumping against the swell of the dancer's ass.
“Slut,” Jiho leaned down and whispered the word into Minhyuk's ear, before thrusting into the dancer raw and unprepared, making Minhyuk's back arch off of the bed so high his body almost completely floated away if it weren't for Jiho's arms caging him in.
The pain was almost unbearable, and Jiho didn't even wait for him to adjust before he started thrusting. At first, Minhyuk let out choked sobs of pain, his hands moving above his head to tangle his fingers in the sheets. Jiho's hand caught the crook of his knee and lifted it up, Minhyuk's body rag-dolling as Jiho got him into a good position, legs splayed in the air and back arched as Jiho's hips powered into him. The angle helped, he could feel the numbing pleasure underneath the pain, but it still wasn't enough and his erection was wilting; Jiho mouthed along the length of Minhyuk's calf and jerked the dancer's body, rolling him onto his side as Jiho put one of Minhyuk's legs between his own.
This time, when he pistoned into Minhyuk's body the dancer saw white blooming behind his closed eyelids, his head dropping back and his body fully accepting the cock that was shoving inside of him, his own cock bouncing against his abdomen, neglected and leaky. Jiho's body was a freight train slamming in and out of Minhyuk's ass, jarring his entire skeletal frame and making him feel like his skin was going to melt right off. Jiho didn't even need to touch the dancer for Minhyuk to feel the impending release curling in his stomach, hot fire pokers jabbing into the tops of his thighs as he finally let out a cry, going breathless with how long the noise was drawn out of his throat. Yukwon had appeared out of nowhere and his mouth was on Minhyuk's dick, slobbering with no finesse, the redhead obviously still tired from his own turn.
But the extra heat was all Minhyuk needed, the contrast of the dry fucking and the wetness on his dick finally making Minhyuk's stomach clench, his toes curling and his fingers tearing at the sheets as he came hard, ropes splattering onto Yukwon's face and up onto Minhyuk's own chest. The clenching of his body drew Jiho over the edge and the leader pulled out, grunting as Yukwon's cheek caught some of his cum as well, most of his release spilling onto Minhyuk's balls.
They breathed in unison for a few moments, before Jiho broke the sanctity and laid back down, his feet kicking at Yukwon and Minhyuk. “Get out, whores.” Even with the words they could see the glint in his eyes as he rolled over.
Yukwon got up on wobbly legs and left the room, and when Minhyuk stood and gathered their clothes, he leaned down to whisper into Jiho's ear.
“Next time you take something that's mine, I'll take something of yours.” He straightened and smirked when Jiho arched an amused brow at him. Minhyuk turned and headed out of the door as well, slipping into his boxers before the other members saw his glory.
Yukwon must have already gone to the bathroom to clean up, and Minhyuk was in the process of putting on his t-shirt as Jaehyo walked by. Giving Jaehyo a smile, one complete with a dimple, he watched the ulzzang knock softly on Jiho's door before entering.
Licking his lips and chuckling to himself as he tugged the hem of his shirt down, Minhyuk hoped Jiho understood the rules of this game.
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