I'll Melt You Down Like Ice Cream [2/2]
Title: I'll Melt You Down Like Icecream
Genre: smut, threesome
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: sekai, seho, sukai, sekaiho
Summary: Sehun enjoys the success of the Nutella Man incident while Jongin wants in on the action.
Warnings: threesome, top!suho, excessive swearing and as many pairings as you can get out of sekaiho
He serves himself a slice of Kyungsoo’s chocolate mudcake. And then there was the whole Sehun-Nutella fiasco. He chokes as he accidentally relives the entire incident in his head.
Be sweet? Ha. Ha ha haaaaaa. He was just being his normal asshole self and making fun of Sehun. But really, coming home to find what Chanyeol had dubbed the Nutella Man ("I own copyrights to the name!” he’d yelled) on the kitchen floor, he’d basically laughed until his organs ruptured.
You're such a retard sometimes, Sehun, he thinks. Why does Junmyeon-hyung even like you so much, you giant attention-hog? I get nothing and have to watch you vomit rainbows and fart glitter every day and then at night I have to listen to the two of you fuck each other’s brains out for hours on end.
It’s almost like Junmyeon-hyung doesn’t deserve Sehun, the evil voice in his head says.
He could do better with a guy like Jongin.
The gears in his mind spin with plans (that do not involve Nutella).
~
It’s night time and Jongin’s hungry again. His diet can go to hell and he prowls the kitchen for more food. He cuts himself another piece of Kyungsoo’s cake, pops it on the table and digs around in the freezer for icecream.
“Jongin?”
He straightens up guiltily, a tub of Neapolitan icecream in his hands, to see Junmyeon (with Sehun hanging off his side) coming into the kitchen.
“What are you doing? So much sugar at this hour isn’t good for you.”
“I’m hungry! Sweet stuff is my thing,” Jongin protests. “In fact, I used to like Nutella too, but not anymore...”
Sehun gives him a death glare while Jongin puts the icecream in the microwave. EXO-K’s dorm has one of those shitty freezers that overfreeze everything (icecream in particular) until it’s rock solid and un-scoopable.
He hears a sucking noise behind him and he knows for sure Sehun’s giving Junmyeon hickeys. It’s probably Sehun’s twisted idea of revenge. He knows Jongin hates it when Sehun rubs Seho in his face.
“Sehun,” Jongin scowls. “Can you not?”
The maknae pokes his tongue out at him.
“Leave him alone,” Junmyeon chides, dragging Sehun along with him as he starts digging around in the cupboards for the right ingredients to make his nightly stress-relief tea.
Jongin huffs and goes back to watching his icecream go round and round in the microwave. The sides have already melted a bit - is that fucking Sehun dirty-talking in Junmyeon’s ear again - something about icecream, is he serious - in fact he so would empty every last cent in his bank account to have his leader slathered head to toe in icecream - wait where did that even come from -
The excessively over-erotic noises Sehun makes to annoy him are also not helping whatsoever. He just gives Jongin a shit-eating grin as he licks a wet trail up the column of Junmyeon’s neck (who just keeps making his tea like nothing’s happening) and waggles his eyebrows at the other maknae.
Jongin would like to lick Junmyeon too. Preferably trails of chocolate, strawberry and vanilla off his creamy pale skin. Or catching it all on his tongue when it melts down his torso and and drips off the firm, sculpted thighs that give everyone in the vicinity instant hard-ons.
He briefly contemplates getting Sehun to talk Junmyeon into some sort of threesome-icecream-play. Or not, because begging Sehun of all people means throwing the last of his pride out the window. Depends on how desperate he becomes.
Or, he realizes as the microwave beeps, he doesn’t have to do that at all. People trip up while holding tubs of icecream all the time. Accidents happen.
Duh. Gold star for Kim Jongin.
And then I’ll offer to clean him up (and get to touch him, ehehehe).
He’ll love me.
Jongin takes the icecream out of the microwave.
Junmyeon looks up briefly from Sehun whispering more kinky shit in his ear.
“Don’t eat all of it,” their leader tells him. “Leave some for everyone else, okay?”
“Yes, hyung. I promise not to - oh whoooops, my broken slipper - whoa this tub of icecream is verrry slippery - oh, ouch, uh, my back pain, aargh -"
Jongin steps on his own shoelace, does an Oscar-worthy trip and “oh no, my icecream!” and the tub sails out of his hands and goes splat all over Junmyeon’s chest (and he’s only wearing a skimpy tank because Sehun likes it when he wears skimpy tanks.).
Junmyeon squawks in surprise and hops around, trying to wipe it off. A giant glob of icecream hits the floor and he picks it up and gets it all over his hands while Sehun tries to calm him down. Even though Jongin admits his own fake fall was pretty shitty Dumbhun seems to have bought it, since he’s swearing and yelling at Jongin at the top of his voice and expression looking very much constipated.
“The fuck? Do you have like two left feet - ”
“Shh, Sehunnie,” Junmyeon holds his sticky hands out. “Pass me a wet teatowel, will you?”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Jongin apologizes hastily, remembering to get back into his act. “Let me- ” He quickly stands up. And dribbles.
Hot damn, Junmyeon looks good.
Some of the icecream’s disappeared down his tank;there’s a blob of pink and white smeared across his collarbone and some more’s running - is that a stiff nipple - Jongin’s brain is now a puddle of gloop - duh, icecream is cold - oh shit am I getting a boner -
“No, no, I’m fine.” Junmyeon sets the colourful tub of Neapolitan icecream on the bench. Jongin swipes a sponge from the sink anyway and advances.
Let my dream job begin. Hurhur.
“Hyung, let’s go to the bathroom,” Sehun suggests, his eyes shooting metaphorical laser beams of death at the dancer. “I’ll wash you.”
He snatches Junmyeon’s arm before either his leader or Jongin can object and leads him away to the bathroom.
WHAT. Sehun, you asshole.
Jongin pulls at his hair in frustration and angrily hurls his sponge at the floor. It lands with a splat and he imagines it being Sehun's head. He marches to the bathroom and stands outside it, fuming to himself and calling Sehun every single derogatory term he knows in his mind. He forgot to factor Sehun into Operation Icecream.
He fumes and grumbles some more.
Junmyeon-hyung is mine. No way am I losing this game even if it’s not real and I just made it up in my head and even if hyung likes Sehun.
Jongin’s a loser but he doesn’t care.
He flings the door open and barges in to make a super-dramatic entrance.
“Well, shit,” he says.
Junmyeon has Sehun pinned against the sink, their mouths meshed together with what looks like a hell of a lot of tongue going down Sehun’s throat. Sehun has his hands up his roommate’s now-clean tank and is no doubt feeling up those stiff nipples from Jongin’s wet dreams.
Junmyeon turns his head to stare at the intruder, eyes dark and lips a pretty pink.
“Yes, Jongin?” he says, voice low and husky, and Jongin feels all his blood rushing south.
He wobbles his way over and grabs his leader by the shoulders.
“I am not a prissy bitch like Oh Sehun,” he declares, pulling Junmyeon away since the latter doesn’t seem to be minding at all, “ and I don’t need Nutella.”
He snatches Junmyeon’s chin in his hand and kisses him roughly, teeth nipping at already-swollen lips and grunting in approval when they part and let him inside. Junmyeon's chest trembles with laughter.
Sehun stands rooted to the ground, mouth hanging open. Prissy - did Jongin just call him a prissy bitch? And did he mention Nutella again -
But he has got to admit, as he looks on, that this is seriously hot as fuck.
Even if it’s fucking Jongin making out with his boyfriend like no tomorrow.
Everything Sehun has ever wanted to say comes out as “ekdhaieldghioea.” He does get an immense rush of satisfaction though, when Jongin tries to make a grab for Junmyeon’s ass and their leader slaps his hands away.
Ha. Don't you dare touch that ass, you ass.
Junmyeon breaks the kiss first, leaning up to Jongin’s ear. “How long have you wanted this, huh?”
5ever, is what Jongin wants to say, because his brains are no longer functioning properly, but a finger against his lips shush him.
Junmyeon’s breath is warm against his skin. “If you want in, you better be prepared for what you’re getting.” His fingers skim lightly up the dancer’s sides and he smiles.
Sehun decides now is a nice time to come back to life.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he screams at Jongin.
A moment of silence. “Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, your boyfriend?” he cackles.
“My - what - you’re stealing Ju - hyung, say something!” Sehun cries indignantly, pointing and waving his arms everywhere.
Junmyeon doesn’t say anything, letting the two of them duke it out over who likes him more while he moves to kick the door shut. He hooks an arm around Jongin’s waist and slams him back against it, rips Jongin’s shirt over his head and shoves a hand down his sweatpants to find him already half-hard.
Sehun only manages a garbled noise that translates to “what the fuck is going on”. Junmyeon coos to Jongin about how hard he is for him, fingers rapidly working him to full hardness while Jongin flushes and bites his lip to quiet himself.
Kim Junmyeon makes the best hot chocolates, has the best butt and most definitely gives the best handjobs.
Sehun gapes in horror but his traitor of a mind tells him no, stay, because Jongin falling apart under Junmyeon’s touch is so good to watch, especially when Jongin starts bucking frantically into the fist around his length, nails scrabbling uselessly for purchase on the door. Junmyeon initiates the kiss this time, swallowing down Jongin’s moans with one of his own.
Sehun also tries to not think about how tight his own pants are.
“Fuck you, Jongin,” he grates out. “Fuck- ”
“Shut up,” Junmyeon growls, not even bothering to turn around.
Eep. Sehun pouts and does as he is told.
“I’ll be fucking both of you so don't whine, brat.”
Who let out the beast?
It's no secret in EXO-K that Junmyeon has a thing for dominating his maknae in the bedroom.
Two maknaes make no difference to him at all.
Three seconds later Sehun thinks, “fuck it” and shucks his pants and underwear, sighing in relief as his erection springs free. He curls a hand tightly around the shaft and leans back on the basin, slowly pumping himself to the sight of Junmyeon forcibly stripping the rest of Jongin’s clothes off his body.
Junmyeon pulls Jongin away from the door and nudges him towards Sehun.
“Lube,” he orders Sehun, bending Jongin over with a push of his hand.
Fuck, Jongin doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his entire life. His breath comes heavily, cock hanging neglected between his legs and dripping pre-come on his thigh. He's itching to touch himself but he’s not sure what Junmyeon will do if he dares to make a move. This is a side of his leader he has yet to see (the guardian name is a lie. A complete, utter lie.) and he has a feeling it’s going to result in him having dancing issues tomorrow. Or moving issues in general.
He glances up to see Sehun pick through the medicine cabinet, muttering when he can’t find the lube among the shavers and acne cream and nail clippers and Baekhyun’s eyeliner pencils.
“How come he gets to be first?” he complains under his breath.
Junmyeon gives him a smouldering look that, had Sehun been facing him, would have brought the youngest to his knees.
“I said, lube,” he snarls with an air of impatience. “Don’t waste my time, Sehun.”
“O-okay.” Sehun hurries, trying not to think about the things coming out of Junmyeon's mouth - and he’s so goddamn hard his balls hurt.
Jongin shudders at the raw, animalistic quality of Junmyeon’s voice and his gut tightens, his cock twitching in response. Hands grope at his ass and knead the soft flesh, edging him up to the maknae by the sink. If he reaches out he can more or less place his hands on Sehun’s skinny-ass hips.
Sehun’s finally located the lube, and he passes it over obediently.
“Good boy,” Junmyeon purrs, and Sehun can basically feel the words seep into his lust-clouded mind. His eyelids flicker closed as he revels in the sensation of it all. Their leader looks down to catch Jongin grinning at Sehun’s demise and delivers a sharp slap to his ass.
Jongin flinches, blushing even redder and a mortified gurgle comes out of his throat. Junmyeon chuckles and knees him in the back of the thighs until Jongin comes face to face with Sehun’s cock, angry red and shiny with pre-come.
Sehun narrows his eyes. His hand comes to a stop.
By the time Jongin puts two and two together Junmyeon’s already slicked up his digits and sunk one knuckle-deep past Jongin’s tight ring of muscle, beginning to work him loose in a way that makes his mind shut down and abandon ship. Jongin loses coherency and all he can really do is shake his head in defiance; no, he does not want to-
“Suck. I won’t say it twice,” Junmyeon warns, finger crooking inside of him. Jongin lets out a whine. “You’re in no position to complain. Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
“But what about me? I don’t want him to-" Sehun starts. Maybe back in his trainee days he and Jongin had fooled around like the hormonal teenagers they were (and still are) but that was then, and this is now. If Jongin came any goddamn closer-
Junmyeon levels him with an incinerating gaze, and suddenly Sehun fears for the future state of his body (and his ass).
“You’re next,” Junmyeon says almost casually, “so unless you don't want to be, shut your mouth.” He eases a second digit into Jongin’s ass and starts scissoring his fingers, lips curving upwards when Jongin responds beautifully.
Sehun’s head falls back and bumps against the mirror on the wall.
Fuck his stupid kink for being ordered around like a slave.
He has no choice but to remove his hand and let the wet warmth of a mouth envelop him - he’s going to regret this later - and then holy shit because Junmyeon’s fucking Jongin open with his fingers and the vibrations of Jongin’s muffled groans go straight up Sehun's cock and screw over his already dead brains. He watches his length disappear between Jongin’s plump lips with every thrust of Junmyeon’s fingers - fuck, how much can this boy even take in - and when Jongin gets a third finger in his ass Sehun really loses his composure and starts fucking Jongin’s mouth in earnest.
He fists his hands in his bandmate’s hair and tilts his head up to see his face; and Jongin fixes him with a sinful, hooded stare, pupils blown wide and complete with smoky bedroom eyes. Coupled with the way his tongue laves along the vein on the underside of his dick and dips into the slit of his head and runs back down to circle his sack - Sehun’s head lolls back again, jaw dropping open and huffing out breaths between every whimper that escapes.
Junmyeon finally withdraws his fingers and Jongin makes a disgruntled noise at the loss, hole clenching at air as his leader lubes himself and lines his length up. He runs a hand reassuringly down Jongin’s body as he presses in slowly, pausing to rub teasingly at a pink nub before reaching down to lightly stroke his cock as a distraction. He lets him adjust, leaning forward to pull Sehun into a hungry kiss while Jongin continues to slurp dirtily between Sehun’s thighs.
When Jongin unconsciously rocks backwards Junmyeon rolls his hips, thrusting shallowly before picking up the rhythm twofold. He pounds hard into Jongin at an intense pace, balls slapping lewdly against the cheeks of his ass. Jongin’s inner walls feel like heaven and he’s so hot, so tight; Junmyeon tips his head back and relinquishes a cry of pleasure.
Sehun feels himself sliding down the sink, legs turning to jelly and nearly buckling underneath his own weight. The head at his groin bobs up and down even faster as Junmyeon repeatedly fucks Jongin onto Sehun’s cock, the movements causing his nose to bump gently against the maknae’s pelvis.
They love Jongin’s reactions; the way his eyes fly open in surprise and how he keens so lowly when their leader finds the spot inside him that makes his vision black out and his limbs weak. Junmyeon knows where it is now, and rams into him even harder.
All of Sehun’s senses are on overload. He takes in Jongin’s dishevelled state below him, saliva trailing down his stretched jaw and ass filled to the brim. The toned muscles of Junmyeon’s torso bunch up as he sheathes himself to the hilt in Jongin’s constricting heat.
Sehun’s close; he feels it winding up tight inside him but when his dick starts to hit the back of Jongin’s throat and he thinks about exactly how much of Jongin’s mouth is stuffed with his cock he loses it and ends up coming hard.
Jongin swallows it down without missing a beat and gives Sehun an overly smug look, which the latter ignores.
Sehun pulls out from his mouth and slides down the sink to the tiled floor, boneless and quivering uncontrollably.
Something hits him on the arm. He fumbles around on the floor and picks it up. It’s lube, and Sehun looks at his leader questioningly.
“Prep yourself,” Junmyeon says shortly. He suddenly slows right down and Jongin stiffens in surprise as his leader settles for light rocking movements instead of the rough, hard pace from five seconds ago. Jongin can feel every inch of the cock in his ass as it slides in and out teasingly.
He’s about to ask why when Junmyeon grabs his wrists and pulls them together behind his back, forcing his body into a slight arching position where Sehun can see Jongin’s pulsing cock leak pre-come onto the tiles with each torturously slow penetration of his hole.
They’re waiting on him, Sehun realizes as he dribbles lube all over his fingers. He looks up to see Jongin watching him with a glazed expression, half in delirium, half in anticipation of Sehun’s next move.
The idea comes to Sehun to rile him up, to give him a taste of revenge. He makes sure their eyes meet before spreading his legs wide, knees bent and feet bracing against the tiles, and starts by shoving two fingers deep in his ass.
He relishes the slight widening of Jongin’s eyes as he quickly scissors himself, loosening up his passage with the ease of having done it so many times before.
Junmyeon is not the gentle type and fucks him senseless most nights so Sehun’s always nicely, if not fully, stretched and usually accommodates things in his ass without much difficulty. He soon ups it to three fingers, then eventually four and by that time he’s hard again - and he knows Jongin’s enjoying the view he’s being treated to, if the filthy sounds he makes are of any indication at all.
Sehun throws in his own chorus of loud mewls, timed with deliberate brushes against his prostate that leave him in broken whimpers and sobs because Junmyeon’s watching too, and Sehun knows he likes to see just how far his maknae can push himself.
But Jongin’s close now, on the brink as he forces himself back on Junmyeon’s cock in an almost state of desperation, and then Junmyeon pulls out without warning.
Jongin whines pathetically as he gets pressed up against the sink. “H-hyung…”
“Bend over,” Junmyeon orders, and Jongin does because he really needs to come, limbs trembling and upper body doused in a light sheen of sweat. He’s too desperate to care.
Junmyeon hauls a compliant Sehun up from the floor and pivots him around, pressing Sehun's front to Jongin’s back so Sehun’s erection rests snugly between the cleft of Jongin’s ass cheeks.
Sehun gives his leader a look.
“Well? Get started, Sehunnie,” Junmyeon smiles sweetly, and pats him on the butt. Jongin’s too far gone to voice much of his opinion and just stays quiet instead.
“But I don’t want to fuck him,” Sehun groans weakly.
Junmyeon steps closer to him until the maknae can feel his leader’s hardness firmly against his lower back.
“You know,” Junmyeon breathes in his ear, “it’s cute how you think you have a choice.”
Sehun shivers involuntarily. He recognizes that dangerous tone of voice and knows it means none other than business. The first time he’d ignored it Junmyeon had shackled his wrists to the bedposts and gagged him, shoved a toy in his ass and left him to writhe and squirm by himself all night long.
He’d spent the subsequent morning sucking cock for forgiveness.
“Fucking hurry up,” Jongin hisses.
“Okay,” Sehun says meekly, much to Junmyeon’s satisfaction. He slides easily into Jongin’s ass, his hole still slick with plenty of lube and well stretched from being handled so roughly. He wonders why he’d even complained. Not that he minded, but Junmyeon hardly let him top and this was quite frankly, one of the best things ever. He thrusts enthusiastically, revelling in the scorching heat and how unbelievably fucking tight Jongin still is.
Junmyeon touches Sehun’s arm briefly. The maknae pauses to shift his legs further apart to let Junmyeon enter him, releasing a breath of air at the familiar full sensation.
The double stimulation is overpowering. Jongin is almost thrown repeatedly against the sink by Sehun’s voracious efforts, followed in turn by Junmyeon fucking Sehun straight into him without mercy. The three of them fall into a comfortable, albeit slightly erratic, pace until Sehun’s torn between thrusting forwards or backwards and the flux of sensations nearly tides him over.
Junmyeon can easily tell when Sehun’s nearly at completion. His movements become inconsistent and he starts babbling in incoherent sentences.
“Almost there, Sehunnie,” Junmyeon murmurs in his ear.
Sehun knows it too but he’s determined not to be the one to come first this time. Instead he reaches around to grasp Jongin's length. It only takes a few pumps before he has Jongin reaching his climax with a cry and soiling Sehun’s hand with ribbons of white. Sehun lets Jongin pitch forward and catch himself on his hands and knees. The dancer leans against the wall, eyes hazed and unfocused and stomach sore from being abused by the rim of the sink.
Junmyeon shakes his head in disbelief. He bites down on the inside of Sehun’s neck. “I saw that, you little shit.”
He picks up his pace with the last of his strength and changes his angle to hit what he knows, judging by the result, is Sehun’s prostate. He’s nearly there himself but putting his maknae in his place comes first.
He wraps his hand around Sehun’s straining cock and fingers the slit roughly. Sehun twitches, tossing his head from side to side and chanting Junmyeon’s name as he loses it a second time and rides out his orgasm.
Junmyeon bites his lip and follows soon after, muffling his long groan in Sehun’s shoulder. The muscles gripping his length clamp down like a vice. He pulls out to let everyone them catch their breath.
Sehun makes a pitiful noise at the feel of come leaking out his ass and down his thigh. He looks petulantly at his leader.
Junmyeon laughs in his face and even goes so far as to scoop it up with a finger, and push it back in.
Sehun squeals like a pig and scrambles away, trying not to trip up over Jongin’s long limbs. “I hate it when you do that,” he wails.
“I hate it when you do that,” Junmyeon mocks him in a girly voice. “Sit down and be quiet, maknae.”
Sehun pouts and flops down next to his other band member, who reaches out with an arm and whacks him solidly on the leg.
“I can’t believe I just let you fuck me,” Jongin gripes, covering his face with a hand. “Oh my god. Oh my god...”
“Yeah, well, Junmyeon-hyung fucked you too,” Sehun points out snippily. “Are you satisfied now?”
“Hey! I was good lay and you know it.” Jongin eases himself up into a sitting position and winces slightly. “Ugh…I really need a shower.”
“Jesus, you germ freak. I didn’t even come in your ass.”
The click of the lock draws their attention to the figure leaning against the back of the door, arms folded across his chest.
Junmyeon smirks. “There will be no shower until we're finished, Kim Jongin.”
Genre: smut, threesome
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: sekai, seho, sukai, sekaiho
Summary: Sehun enjoys the success of the Nutella Man incident while Jongin wants in on the action.
Warnings: threesome, top!suho, excessive swearing and as many pairings as you can get out of sekaiho
He serves himself a slice of Kyungsoo’s chocolate mudcake. And then there was the whole Sehun-Nutella fiasco. He chokes as he accidentally relives the entire incident in his head.
Be sweet? Ha. Ha ha haaaaaa. He was just being his normal asshole self and making fun of Sehun. But really, coming home to find what Chanyeol had dubbed the Nutella Man ("I own copyrights to the name!” he’d yelled) on the kitchen floor, he’d basically laughed until his organs ruptured.
You're such a retard sometimes, Sehun, he thinks. Why does Junmyeon-hyung even like you so much, you giant attention-hog? I get nothing and have to watch you vomit rainbows and fart glitter every day and then at night I have to listen to the two of you fuck each other’s brains out for hours on end.
It’s almost like Junmyeon-hyung doesn’t deserve Sehun, the evil voice in his head says.
He could do better with a guy like Jongin.
The gears in his mind spin with plans (that do not involve Nutella).
~
It’s night time and Jongin’s hungry again. His diet can go to hell and he prowls the kitchen for more food. He cuts himself another piece of Kyungsoo’s cake, pops it on the table and digs around in the freezer for icecream.
“Jongin?”
He straightens up guiltily, a tub of Neapolitan icecream in his hands, to see Junmyeon (with Sehun hanging off his side) coming into the kitchen.
“What are you doing? So much sugar at this hour isn’t good for you.”
“I’m hungry! Sweet stuff is my thing,” Jongin protests. “In fact, I used to like Nutella too, but not anymore...”
Sehun gives him a death glare while Jongin puts the icecream in the microwave. EXO-K’s dorm has one of those shitty freezers that overfreeze everything (icecream in particular) until it’s rock solid and un-scoopable.
He hears a sucking noise behind him and he knows for sure Sehun’s giving Junmyeon hickeys. It’s probably Sehun’s twisted idea of revenge. He knows Jongin hates it when Sehun rubs Seho in his face.
“Sehun,” Jongin scowls. “Can you not?”
The maknae pokes his tongue out at him.
“Leave him alone,” Junmyeon chides, dragging Sehun along with him as he starts digging around in the cupboards for the right ingredients to make his nightly stress-relief tea.
Jongin huffs and goes back to watching his icecream go round and round in the microwave. The sides have already melted a bit - is that fucking Sehun dirty-talking in Junmyeon’s ear again - something about icecream, is he serious - in fact he so would empty every last cent in his bank account to have his leader slathered head to toe in icecream - wait where did that even come from -
The excessively over-erotic noises Sehun makes to annoy him are also not helping whatsoever. He just gives Jongin a shit-eating grin as he licks a wet trail up the column of Junmyeon’s neck (who just keeps making his tea like nothing’s happening) and waggles his eyebrows at the other maknae.
Jongin would like to lick Junmyeon too. Preferably trails of chocolate, strawberry and vanilla off his creamy pale skin. Or catching it all on his tongue when it melts down his torso and and drips off the firm, sculpted thighs that give everyone in the vicinity instant hard-ons.
He briefly contemplates getting Sehun to talk Junmyeon into some sort of threesome-icecream-play. Or not, because begging Sehun of all people means throwing the last of his pride out the window. Depends on how desperate he becomes.
Or, he realizes as the microwave beeps, he doesn’t have to do that at all. People trip up while holding tubs of icecream all the time. Accidents happen.
Duh. Gold star for Kim Jongin.
And then I’ll offer to clean him up (and get to touch him, ehehehe).
He’ll love me.
Jongin takes the icecream out of the microwave.
Junmyeon looks up briefly from Sehun whispering more kinky shit in his ear.
“Don’t eat all of it,” their leader tells him. “Leave some for everyone else, okay?”
“Yes, hyung. I promise not to - oh whoooops, my broken slipper - whoa this tub of icecream is verrry slippery - oh, ouch, uh, my back pain, aargh -"
Jongin steps on his own shoelace, does an Oscar-worthy trip and “oh no, my icecream!” and the tub sails out of his hands and goes splat all over Junmyeon’s chest (and he’s only wearing a skimpy tank because Sehun likes it when he wears skimpy tanks.).
Junmyeon squawks in surprise and hops around, trying to wipe it off. A giant glob of icecream hits the floor and he picks it up and gets it all over his hands while Sehun tries to calm him down. Even though Jongin admits his own fake fall was pretty shitty Dumbhun seems to have bought it, since he’s swearing and yelling at Jongin at the top of his voice and expression looking very much constipated.
“The fuck? Do you have like two left feet - ”
“Shh, Sehunnie,” Junmyeon holds his sticky hands out. “Pass me a wet teatowel, will you?”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Jongin apologizes hastily, remembering to get back into his act. “Let me- ” He quickly stands up. And dribbles.
Hot damn, Junmyeon looks good.
Some of the icecream’s disappeared down his tank;there’s a blob of pink and white smeared across his collarbone and some more’s running - is that a stiff nipple - Jongin’s brain is now a puddle of gloop - duh, icecream is cold - oh shit am I getting a boner -
“No, no, I’m fine.” Junmyeon sets the colourful tub of Neapolitan icecream on the bench. Jongin swipes a sponge from the sink anyway and advances.
Let my dream job begin. Hurhur.
“Hyung, let’s go to the bathroom,” Sehun suggests, his eyes shooting metaphorical laser beams of death at the dancer. “I’ll wash you.”
He snatches Junmyeon’s arm before either his leader or Jongin can object and leads him away to the bathroom.
WHAT. Sehun, you asshole.
Jongin pulls at his hair in frustration and angrily hurls his sponge at the floor. It lands with a splat and he imagines it being Sehun's head. He marches to the bathroom and stands outside it, fuming to himself and calling Sehun every single derogatory term he knows in his mind. He forgot to factor Sehun into Operation Icecream.
He fumes and grumbles some more.
Junmyeon-hyung is mine. No way am I losing this game even if it’s not real and I just made it up in my head and even if hyung likes Sehun.
Jongin’s a loser but he doesn’t care.
He flings the door open and barges in to make a super-dramatic entrance.
“Well, shit,” he says.
Junmyeon has Sehun pinned against the sink, their mouths meshed together with what looks like a hell of a lot of tongue going down Sehun’s throat. Sehun has his hands up his roommate’s now-clean tank and is no doubt feeling up those stiff nipples from Jongin’s wet dreams.
Junmyeon turns his head to stare at the intruder, eyes dark and lips a pretty pink.
“Yes, Jongin?” he says, voice low and husky, and Jongin feels all his blood rushing south.
He wobbles his way over and grabs his leader by the shoulders.
“I am not a prissy bitch like Oh Sehun,” he declares, pulling Junmyeon away since the latter doesn’t seem to be minding at all, “ and I don’t need Nutella.”
He snatches Junmyeon’s chin in his hand and kisses him roughly, teeth nipping at already-swollen lips and grunting in approval when they part and let him inside. Junmyeon's chest trembles with laughter.
Sehun stands rooted to the ground, mouth hanging open. Prissy - did Jongin just call him a prissy bitch? And did he mention Nutella again -
But he has got to admit, as he looks on, that this is seriously hot as fuck.
Even if it’s fucking Jongin making out with his boyfriend like no tomorrow.
Everything Sehun has ever wanted to say comes out as “ekdhaieldghioea.” He does get an immense rush of satisfaction though, when Jongin tries to make a grab for Junmyeon’s ass and their leader slaps his hands away.
Ha. Don't you dare touch that ass, you ass.
Junmyeon breaks the kiss first, leaning up to Jongin’s ear. “How long have you wanted this, huh?”
5ever, is what Jongin wants to say, because his brains are no longer functioning properly, but a finger against his lips shush him.
Junmyeon’s breath is warm against his skin. “If you want in, you better be prepared for what you’re getting.” His fingers skim lightly up the dancer’s sides and he smiles.
Sehun decides now is a nice time to come back to life.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he screams at Jongin.
A moment of silence. “Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, your boyfriend?” he cackles.
“My - what - you’re stealing Ju - hyung, say something!” Sehun cries indignantly, pointing and waving his arms everywhere.
Junmyeon doesn’t say anything, letting the two of them duke it out over who likes him more while he moves to kick the door shut. He hooks an arm around Jongin’s waist and slams him back against it, rips Jongin’s shirt over his head and shoves a hand down his sweatpants to find him already half-hard.
Sehun only manages a garbled noise that translates to “what the fuck is going on”. Junmyeon coos to Jongin about how hard he is for him, fingers rapidly working him to full hardness while Jongin flushes and bites his lip to quiet himself.
Kim Junmyeon makes the best hot chocolates, has the best butt and most definitely gives the best handjobs.
Sehun gapes in horror but his traitor of a mind tells him no, stay, because Jongin falling apart under Junmyeon’s touch is so good to watch, especially when Jongin starts bucking frantically into the fist around his length, nails scrabbling uselessly for purchase on the door. Junmyeon initiates the kiss this time, swallowing down Jongin’s moans with one of his own.
Sehun also tries to not think about how tight his own pants are.
“Fuck you, Jongin,” he grates out. “Fuck- ”
“Shut up,” Junmyeon growls, not even bothering to turn around.
Eep. Sehun pouts and does as he is told.
“I’ll be fucking both of you so don't whine, brat.”
Who let out the beast?
It's no secret in EXO-K that Junmyeon has a thing for dominating his maknae in the bedroom.
Two maknaes make no difference to him at all.
Three seconds later Sehun thinks, “fuck it” and shucks his pants and underwear, sighing in relief as his erection springs free. He curls a hand tightly around the shaft and leans back on the basin, slowly pumping himself to the sight of Junmyeon forcibly stripping the rest of Jongin’s clothes off his body.
Junmyeon pulls Jongin away from the door and nudges him towards Sehun.
“Lube,” he orders Sehun, bending Jongin over with a push of his hand.
Fuck, Jongin doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his entire life. His breath comes heavily, cock hanging neglected between his legs and dripping pre-come on his thigh. He's itching to touch himself but he’s not sure what Junmyeon will do if he dares to make a move. This is a side of his leader he has yet to see (the guardian name is a lie. A complete, utter lie.) and he has a feeling it’s going to result in him having dancing issues tomorrow. Or moving issues in general.
He glances up to see Sehun pick through the medicine cabinet, muttering when he can’t find the lube among the shavers and acne cream and nail clippers and Baekhyun’s eyeliner pencils.
“How come he gets to be first?” he complains under his breath.
Junmyeon gives him a smouldering look that, had Sehun been facing him, would have brought the youngest to his knees.
“I said, lube,” he snarls with an air of impatience. “Don’t waste my time, Sehun.”
“O-okay.” Sehun hurries, trying not to think about the things coming out of Junmyeon's mouth - and he’s so goddamn hard his balls hurt.
Jongin shudders at the raw, animalistic quality of Junmyeon’s voice and his gut tightens, his cock twitching in response. Hands grope at his ass and knead the soft flesh, edging him up to the maknae by the sink. If he reaches out he can more or less place his hands on Sehun’s skinny-ass hips.
Sehun’s finally located the lube, and he passes it over obediently.
“Good boy,” Junmyeon purrs, and Sehun can basically feel the words seep into his lust-clouded mind. His eyelids flicker closed as he revels in the sensation of it all. Their leader looks down to catch Jongin grinning at Sehun’s demise and delivers a sharp slap to his ass.
Jongin flinches, blushing even redder and a mortified gurgle comes out of his throat. Junmyeon chuckles and knees him in the back of the thighs until Jongin comes face to face with Sehun’s cock, angry red and shiny with pre-come.
Sehun narrows his eyes. His hand comes to a stop.
By the time Jongin puts two and two together Junmyeon’s already slicked up his digits and sunk one knuckle-deep past Jongin’s tight ring of muscle, beginning to work him loose in a way that makes his mind shut down and abandon ship. Jongin loses coherency and all he can really do is shake his head in defiance; no, he does not want to-
“Suck. I won’t say it twice,” Junmyeon warns, finger crooking inside of him. Jongin lets out a whine. “You’re in no position to complain. Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
“But what about me? I don’t want him to-" Sehun starts. Maybe back in his trainee days he and Jongin had fooled around like the hormonal teenagers they were (and still are) but that was then, and this is now. If Jongin came any goddamn closer-
Junmyeon levels him with an incinerating gaze, and suddenly Sehun fears for the future state of his body (and his ass).
“You’re next,” Junmyeon says almost casually, “so unless you don't want to be, shut your mouth.” He eases a second digit into Jongin’s ass and starts scissoring his fingers, lips curving upwards when Jongin responds beautifully.
Sehun’s head falls back and bumps against the mirror on the wall.
Fuck his stupid kink for being ordered around like a slave.
He has no choice but to remove his hand and let the wet warmth of a mouth envelop him - he’s going to regret this later - and then holy shit because Junmyeon’s fucking Jongin open with his fingers and the vibrations of Jongin’s muffled groans go straight up Sehun's cock and screw over his already dead brains. He watches his length disappear between Jongin’s plump lips with every thrust of Junmyeon’s fingers - fuck, how much can this boy even take in - and when Jongin gets a third finger in his ass Sehun really loses his composure and starts fucking Jongin’s mouth in earnest.
He fists his hands in his bandmate’s hair and tilts his head up to see his face; and Jongin fixes him with a sinful, hooded stare, pupils blown wide and complete with smoky bedroom eyes. Coupled with the way his tongue laves along the vein on the underside of his dick and dips into the slit of his head and runs back down to circle his sack - Sehun’s head lolls back again, jaw dropping open and huffing out breaths between every whimper that escapes.
Junmyeon finally withdraws his fingers and Jongin makes a disgruntled noise at the loss, hole clenching at air as his leader lubes himself and lines his length up. He runs a hand reassuringly down Jongin’s body as he presses in slowly, pausing to rub teasingly at a pink nub before reaching down to lightly stroke his cock as a distraction. He lets him adjust, leaning forward to pull Sehun into a hungry kiss while Jongin continues to slurp dirtily between Sehun’s thighs.
When Jongin unconsciously rocks backwards Junmyeon rolls his hips, thrusting shallowly before picking up the rhythm twofold. He pounds hard into Jongin at an intense pace, balls slapping lewdly against the cheeks of his ass. Jongin’s inner walls feel like heaven and he’s so hot, so tight; Junmyeon tips his head back and relinquishes a cry of pleasure.
Sehun feels himself sliding down the sink, legs turning to jelly and nearly buckling underneath his own weight. The head at his groin bobs up and down even faster as Junmyeon repeatedly fucks Jongin onto Sehun’s cock, the movements causing his nose to bump gently against the maknae’s pelvis.
They love Jongin’s reactions; the way his eyes fly open in surprise and how he keens so lowly when their leader finds the spot inside him that makes his vision black out and his limbs weak. Junmyeon knows where it is now, and rams into him even harder.
All of Sehun’s senses are on overload. He takes in Jongin’s dishevelled state below him, saliva trailing down his stretched jaw and ass filled to the brim. The toned muscles of Junmyeon’s torso bunch up as he sheathes himself to the hilt in Jongin’s constricting heat.
Sehun’s close; he feels it winding up tight inside him but when his dick starts to hit the back of Jongin’s throat and he thinks about exactly how much of Jongin’s mouth is stuffed with his cock he loses it and ends up coming hard.
Jongin swallows it down without missing a beat and gives Sehun an overly smug look, which the latter ignores.
Sehun pulls out from his mouth and slides down the sink to the tiled floor, boneless and quivering uncontrollably.
Something hits him on the arm. He fumbles around on the floor and picks it up. It’s lube, and Sehun looks at his leader questioningly.
“Prep yourself,” Junmyeon says shortly. He suddenly slows right down and Jongin stiffens in surprise as his leader settles for light rocking movements instead of the rough, hard pace from five seconds ago. Jongin can feel every inch of the cock in his ass as it slides in and out teasingly.
He’s about to ask why when Junmyeon grabs his wrists and pulls them together behind his back, forcing his body into a slight arching position where Sehun can see Jongin’s pulsing cock leak pre-come onto the tiles with each torturously slow penetration of his hole.
They’re waiting on him, Sehun realizes as he dribbles lube all over his fingers. He looks up to see Jongin watching him with a glazed expression, half in delirium, half in anticipation of Sehun’s next move.
The idea comes to Sehun to rile him up, to give him a taste of revenge. He makes sure their eyes meet before spreading his legs wide, knees bent and feet bracing against the tiles, and starts by shoving two fingers deep in his ass.
He relishes the slight widening of Jongin’s eyes as he quickly scissors himself, loosening up his passage with the ease of having done it so many times before.
Junmyeon is not the gentle type and fucks him senseless most nights so Sehun’s always nicely, if not fully, stretched and usually accommodates things in his ass without much difficulty. He soon ups it to three fingers, then eventually four and by that time he’s hard again - and he knows Jongin’s enjoying the view he’s being treated to, if the filthy sounds he makes are of any indication at all.
Sehun throws in his own chorus of loud mewls, timed with deliberate brushes against his prostate that leave him in broken whimpers and sobs because Junmyeon’s watching too, and Sehun knows he likes to see just how far his maknae can push himself.
But Jongin’s close now, on the brink as he forces himself back on Junmyeon’s cock in an almost state of desperation, and then Junmyeon pulls out without warning.
Jongin whines pathetically as he gets pressed up against the sink. “H-hyung…”
“Bend over,” Junmyeon orders, and Jongin does because he really needs to come, limbs trembling and upper body doused in a light sheen of sweat. He’s too desperate to care.
Junmyeon hauls a compliant Sehun up from the floor and pivots him around, pressing Sehun's front to Jongin’s back so Sehun’s erection rests snugly between the cleft of Jongin’s ass cheeks.
Sehun gives his leader a look.
“Well? Get started, Sehunnie,” Junmyeon smiles sweetly, and pats him on the butt. Jongin’s too far gone to voice much of his opinion and just stays quiet instead.
“But I don’t want to fuck him,” Sehun groans weakly.
Junmyeon steps closer to him until the maknae can feel his leader’s hardness firmly against his lower back.
“You know,” Junmyeon breathes in his ear, “it’s cute how you think you have a choice.”
Sehun shivers involuntarily. He recognizes that dangerous tone of voice and knows it means none other than business. The first time he’d ignored it Junmyeon had shackled his wrists to the bedposts and gagged him, shoved a toy in his ass and left him to writhe and squirm by himself all night long.
He’d spent the subsequent morning sucking cock for forgiveness.
“Fucking hurry up,” Jongin hisses.
“Okay,” Sehun says meekly, much to Junmyeon’s satisfaction. He slides easily into Jongin’s ass, his hole still slick with plenty of lube and well stretched from being handled so roughly. He wonders why he’d even complained. Not that he minded, but Junmyeon hardly let him top and this was quite frankly, one of the best things ever. He thrusts enthusiastically, revelling in the scorching heat and how unbelievably fucking tight Jongin still is.
Junmyeon touches Sehun’s arm briefly. The maknae pauses to shift his legs further apart to let Junmyeon enter him, releasing a breath of air at the familiar full sensation.
The double stimulation is overpowering. Jongin is almost thrown repeatedly against the sink by Sehun’s voracious efforts, followed in turn by Junmyeon fucking Sehun straight into him without mercy. The three of them fall into a comfortable, albeit slightly erratic, pace until Sehun’s torn between thrusting forwards or backwards and the flux of sensations nearly tides him over.
Junmyeon can easily tell when Sehun’s nearly at completion. His movements become inconsistent and he starts babbling in incoherent sentences.
“Almost there, Sehunnie,” Junmyeon murmurs in his ear.
Sehun knows it too but he’s determined not to be the one to come first this time. Instead he reaches around to grasp Jongin's length. It only takes a few pumps before he has Jongin reaching his climax with a cry and soiling Sehun’s hand with ribbons of white. Sehun lets Jongin pitch forward and catch himself on his hands and knees. The dancer leans against the wall, eyes hazed and unfocused and stomach sore from being abused by the rim of the sink.
Junmyeon shakes his head in disbelief. He bites down on the inside of Sehun’s neck. “I saw that, you little shit.”
He picks up his pace with the last of his strength and changes his angle to hit what he knows, judging by the result, is Sehun’s prostate. He’s nearly there himself but putting his maknae in his place comes first.
He wraps his hand around Sehun’s straining cock and fingers the slit roughly. Sehun twitches, tossing his head from side to side and chanting Junmyeon’s name as he loses it a second time and rides out his orgasm.
Junmyeon bites his lip and follows soon after, muffling his long groan in Sehun’s shoulder. The muscles gripping his length clamp down like a vice. He pulls out to let everyone them catch their breath.
Sehun makes a pitiful noise at the feel of come leaking out his ass and down his thigh. He looks petulantly at his leader.
Junmyeon laughs in his face and even goes so far as to scoop it up with a finger, and push it back in.
Sehun squeals like a pig and scrambles away, trying not to trip up over Jongin’s long limbs. “I hate it when you do that,” he wails.
“I hate it when you do that,” Junmyeon mocks him in a girly voice. “Sit down and be quiet, maknae.”
Sehun pouts and flops down next to his other band member, who reaches out with an arm and whacks him solidly on the leg.
“I can’t believe I just let you fuck me,” Jongin gripes, covering his face with a hand. “Oh my god. Oh my god...”
“Yeah, well, Junmyeon-hyung fucked you too,” Sehun points out snippily. “Are you satisfied now?”
“Hey! I was good lay and you know it.” Jongin eases himself up into a sitting position and winces slightly. “Ugh…I really need a shower.”
“Jesus, you germ freak. I didn’t even come in your ass.”
The click of the lock draws their attention to the figure leaning against the back of the door, arms folded across his chest.
Junmyeon smirks. “There will be no shower until we're finished, Kim Jongin.”