Coming Home
Title: Coming Home
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, slight mafia!au
Pairing: seho, sekai, sukai, sekaiho, you name it i wrote it
Summary: It's hard being a mafia boss, but Kim Junmyeon's got two boys waiting at home to make him feel all better.
warnings: top!suho, threesome, use of a toy, riming, some snowballing idk
slight mafia!au because mafia exo is the best thing ever
pointless smut for your reading experience
Being a mafia boss is hard.
Junmyeon angrily punches in the code for his condo and steps inside. It’s been a long week, what with Yixing’s ordered illegal arms shipments not arriving on time and the clean-up team having close shaves with the police, all in between BAP nearly encroaching on their territory and Minseok’s failed hack on the government’s computer system. M’s leader himself had been in a grumpy mood for several days and had no qualms with Zitao disposing of anyone who dared set foot in his office.
Junmyeon hears the quiet hum of the TV as he walks past the expanse of his lounge, catching a glimpse of Jongin on the couch and Sehun in boxers and a hoodie. His head is comfortably pillowed in Jongin’s lap, slim fingers idly drifting through the strands of his hair.
Junmyeon’s rummaging through the fridge for something edible when arms grab him around the waist. A second later and K’s leader has the barrel of his revolver pressed against the jaw of the figure behind him.
“Hyung,” Sehun whines, face ducking away from the cold metal, “it's just me.”
“Good,” Junmyeon replies, not bothering to turn around. He slips the gun back into his jacket and grabs a bowl of last night’s leftovers. “I’ve told you time and time again not to sneak up on me.”
Sehun whines again. “But I missed you.”
Junmyeon sighs and makes his way into the lounge, the boy trailing after him. Jongin looks up and smiles warmly.
“Why aren’t you at the club?” Junmyeon asks between mouthfuls of food. He squeezes onto the couch beside Jongin. Sehun doesn’t bother but instead just sprawls himself all over them.
“Luhan said he’d keep an eye on it for us,” Jongin shrugs.
He and Sehun run Black Pearl, EXO’s elite strip club, where the pair are the establishment’s hottest, most in-demand dancers. It also doubles as the perfect guise under which deals are made, fat wads of cash swap hands and skulls are blown through without mercy. Along with Kyungsoo’s drug trade they are K’s biggest source of income, unlike M’s preference for arms dealerships and their sniper Zitao as a threat to pay up or else.
Luhan’s the owner of Korea’s largest prostitution ring, having stepped down from his position nas head of intelligence after his pretty face became too recognizable for the job. There’s always a table reserved for him and Junmyeon at Black Pearl.
“Besides,” Sehun grins, “we heard from a little birdy called Jongdae that you were having a shitty time, so we thought we’d come home early and make you feel better.”
He turns his head and nuzzles his cheek against Junmyeon’s groin. “Right, Jongin?”
“Right.” Jongin plucks Junmyeon’s empty bowl from his hands and sets it down somewhere else.
Junmyeon laughs. “I see. The two of you are such good boys,” he teases, ruffling their hair fondly. “Well, get down to business, then.”
Their three-way relationship is something out of the ordinary. Sehun had been a scrawny underfed kid Junmyeon had picked up off the streets - who, after several meals and a place to stay, had clung to the latter and never let go. Kyungsoo had gotten Jongin from god knows where and he and Sehun had become a two-package deal from the day they’d started fucking around between the sheets.
Junmyeon hadn't meant to become so intimately involved with them, but coming home to two pliable boys who were so willing to please became something to look forward to every night.
Jongin chuckles and shoos Sehun away. He climbs into Junmyeon’s lap, folding his long legs to each side of his thighs, and leans in close.
“Sehunnie’s been working on the pole for you,” he whispers, mouthing wet kisses down the side of Junmyeon’s neck.
Junmyeon tilts his head to give Jongin better access, and the younger boy dives straight in. “Is that so?”
He watches Sehun throw his hoodie and boxers aside before taking up the pole fixed to the floor, clad in not his strip club gear but in an attire with twice the amount of leather and buckles and straps for Junmyeon or Jongin to pull as they pleased. A thin, black collar sits snugly around his throat, the initials KJM inscribed on it hardly visible in the low light of the room. He looks positively enticing as he catches Junmyeon’s eye and smirks, sliding his lithe body down the silver pole with the ease of a snake on the hunt.
Jongin slips Junmyeon’s jacket off his shoulders and slides his hands underneath his shirt. He roams up pale flesh dotted with the occasional scar, passing the knife strapped to Junmyeon's side, flicking at pink nipples with his thumbs and swallowing Junmyeon’s gasp in a heated kiss.
Sehun does a spin on the pole and bends over to give them a good view of his ass, swaying his hips and running his hands up and down the sides of his body. He throws another smirk over his shoulder for good measure.
To be honest, Junmyeon thinks as he helps the boy in his lap out of his shirt, Sehun is really only complete with Jongin on the stage. The two of them are the very image of sin, yin and yang; one blond and alabaster pale, and the other dark and tanned. It’s as if a switch gets flipped as soon as they touch the floor. Pouty faces turn into smoky eyes and plump limps, shyness becomes oozing sex appeal and they certainly don’t hesitate to lavish attention on each other in ways that have the crowd screaming in delight.
Junmyeon’s happy to just watch Sehun show off until he notices the ever so slight bulge in the back of Sehun’s tight booty shorts. He glances at Jongin grinding against his thigh, but he never gets to ask his question.
Sehun suddenly makes a funny noise and nearly lets go of the pole.
“Jongin,” he moans, his eyes lidded, limbs trembling.
Oh.
Junmyeon extends his palm. “Hand it over,” he orders, and Jongin dutifully surrenders the little remote control for Sehun’s vibrator. Junmyeon turns it up to its highest setting and throws it away somewhere, the sound of Sehun’s pitiful mewls filling the room. He divests Jongin of the rest of his clothing to find him already hard and leaking.
Jongin moves down onto the floor between Junmyeon’s legs and scrabbles at his belt. Junmyeon cuts his suffering and unbuckles it for him, lifting his hips up to shove his pants down. Jongin tosses them away and the attached holster for a second pistol makes a dull thump against the floor. He curls a hand his own length, taking Junmyeon’s cock into his mouth. His adam’s apple bobs as he eagerly swallows him down and works him to full hardness.
Sehun’s a mess and he seems to have forgotten half his moves, taking to just shimmying his body the way the girls at the club love it. He’s painfully hard and he ruts against the pole for some much-needed relief but he knows it pleases Junmyeon so much to watch him squirm. Every time he so much as bends over the vibrator in his ass rubs nicely against his walls and nudges at his prostate. He fights through a lust-induced haze for his composure, a drop of sweat beading on his forehead and his breath coming in pants, but he’s determined not to lose out.
Junmyeon smiles in satisfaction and fists his hand in Jongin’s dark brown locks, turning his head upwards to meet his glazed eyes and reddened lips.
“Come back up,” he murmurs, pulling Jongin back onto his lap. “Let me prep you.”
Jongin shakes his head. “It’s okay, hyung,” he assures him. “You don’t need to.”
“And why would that be?” Junmyeon reaches behind Jongin, dips his fingers between the crevice of his ass and easily manages to push several digits into a well-lubed hole. He looks at Sehun with a mild amount of interest. “Did you already fuck him, Sehunnie?”
Sehun gives him a cheeky grin. Jongin flushes.
Junmyeon rolls his eyes and withdraws his fingers. “If you say so. Go on,” he urges, rubbing Jongin’s lower back invitingly, “ride me.”
Jongin doesn’t reply but he does as he is told, elevating his hips and using his hand to guide Junmyeon’s cock to his hole. He sinks down until their pelvises are flush against each other.
“Fuck, you’re not even loose at all,” Junmyeon mutters, brow furrowing. “Is Sehun still as tight as you?”
“Yup,” Sehun chimes in gleefully. “I saved myself for you, hyung.”
“You’re a little shit, Sehun,” Jongin says, rocking back and forth in Junmyeon’s lap.
“Hurry up,” Junmyeon tells him, and he obeys. Using the plush leather couch to brace his legs against, he raises himself up until the cock in his ass nearly slips out and slams back down. Junmyeon meets him with upward thrusts, the angle letting him penetrate deep. He grips Jongin by the waist for leverage, his hand digging into the water drop tattoo on the skin of his right hip. The same insignia is inked into Sehun’s left hip. The two of them even have matching nipple piercings on opposite sides to boot. Junmyeon had just shaken his head and told them not to bother Jongdae too much at his side job at the parlour.
Jongin throws his head back to let his pleasured groans escape and suddenly Sehun is at their side, pawing at Junmyeon’s arm for attention.
“Hyung,” he whimpers, and he gets indulged with rough kisses until Jongin tires himself out and nearly collapses forward on Junmyeon’s chest. Junmyeon prises him off and gently puts him on the couch. His hole clenches at the emptiness but he’s content to get off to seeing Sehun fucked beside him.
Junmyeon gets up and throws the youngest onto his back, the cushions breaking his fall, and Sehun automatically spreads his legs to reveal the still-humming vibrator stuffed in his ass. Junmyeon presses on it and the boy cries out loudly before falling silent when it gets eased out. Junmyeon lines himself up with Sehun’s gaping, stretched hole, plenty of lube still dripping out, and seats himself to the hilt in the constrictive heat. The vibrator wasn’t quite as thick as he is so he gives Sehun a few moments to adjust, leaning down to mesh their lips together and stroking Sehun’s cock languidly between their bodies to distract him from the brief discomfort. He takes the boy’s desperate grinding against him as permission to start pounding him hard, his balls slapping against Sehun’s flesh as he continues to ream his ass for all it's worth.
Sehun’s mouth looks like it could be occupied, so Jongin takes it into his hands to kneel over Sehun’s chest and effectively gag him with his cock. The muffled sensations travel straight up his dick; it feels all kinds of good so he picks up the pace to give that sassy little mouth the fuck it deserves.
Jongin’s the first to come after Junmyeon’s fingers find their way back into his ass, four digits filling him relatively well but incomparable to the stretch of having a cock inside him. They hook into exactly where Junmyeon knows that tiny bundle of nerves lie and send him seeing stars. He releases into Sehun's mouth, mumbling something incoherent mixed with "fuck". He pulls out to apologize for not warning him beforehand but the youngest makes a show of opening his mouth, letting Jongin see its milky contents, and then deliberately swallowing. He even licks his lips lasciviously afterwards, eyes daring him to object. Jongin cusses at him before slinking down the length of Sehun’s flat belly to where Sehun’s cock curves up towards his stomach, angry red and leaking pre-come over his thighs. He takes the shaft in his hand and envelops the rest of it in his mouth.
Sehun takes his time spitting out swear words, thrashing his head from side to side and fingers grabbing at Jongin’s hair but Junmyeon’s hands swat him away. He affectionately pets Jongin’s head while Jongin holds Sehun’s bucking hips down.
“Fuck,” Sehun chokes out, his eyes squeezed shut. “H-hyung, I- ”
“Good boy,” Junmyeon mutters, his forehead creased in concentration and bottom lip between his teeth. Sweat rolls down his neck as the force of his thrusts plow Sehun’s body into the furniture. He changes the angle of his thrusts slightly, looking for his prostate. “You can come," he coos when the boy yells out; and he knows he's found it.
Sehun shrieks some more and their names spill from his lips; his passage repeatedly clamps down on Junmyeon’s cock and the image of Jongin's mouth milking Sehun of the rest of his come is more than enough to tip Junmyeon over the edge. His thrusts turn erratic and he comes deep in Sehun’s ass; he knows the youngest has kinks for all sorts of things.
Jongin reaches up to drag Junmyeon down for an open-mouthed kiss and Junmyeon can taste Sehun on his tongue. He hums in appreciation before flopping onto the couch by Sehun’s head to catch his breath. Jongin takes up his position between Sehun’s legs, spreading his ass cheeks wide. He lowers his head and scoops up Junmyeon’s come with his tongue, forcing the muscle into Sehun’s hole to get at the rest, and crawls up Sehun’s body to share it with him.
“Oh, you two,” Junmyeon groans, screwing his face up.
“You’re welcome to join,” Sehun chirps, waggling his tongue at him.
Junmyeon rolls his eyes again but sneaks in a messy kiss with Jongin anyway. Together they help the boneless Sehun to the bathroom for a shower before they all bundle up in Junmyeon’s giant bed for a short but much-needed nap.
Junmyeon eventually gets sandwiched between the two of them. He snuggles up close against Jongin’s chest while the other boy tucks an arm around his waist from behind, the warm metal of his piercings brushing against Junmyeon’s back.
Sehun nips at his ear. “Do you feel better now, hyung?” he asks innocently.
Junmyeon pinches him back. "I suppose I owe Jongdae one, don't I?"
woops what was that shitty ending idk i wrote this at half past 5 in the morning
i have received requests to continue this universe so watch this space for more plotless porn
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, slight mafia!au
Pairing: seho, sekai, sukai, sekaiho, you name it i wrote it
Summary: It's hard being a mafia boss, but Kim Junmyeon's got two boys waiting at home to make him feel all better.
warnings: top!suho, threesome, use of a toy, riming, some snowballing idk
slight mafia!au because mafia exo is the best thing ever
pointless smut for your reading experience
Being a mafia boss is hard.
Junmyeon angrily punches in the code for his condo and steps inside. It’s been a long week, what with Yixing’s ordered illegal arms shipments not arriving on time and the clean-up team having close shaves with the police, all in between BAP nearly encroaching on their territory and Minseok’s failed hack on the government’s computer system. M’s leader himself had been in a grumpy mood for several days and had no qualms with Zitao disposing of anyone who dared set foot in his office.
Junmyeon hears the quiet hum of the TV as he walks past the expanse of his lounge, catching a glimpse of Jongin on the couch and Sehun in boxers and a hoodie. His head is comfortably pillowed in Jongin’s lap, slim fingers idly drifting through the strands of his hair.
Junmyeon’s rummaging through the fridge for something edible when arms grab him around the waist. A second later and K’s leader has the barrel of his revolver pressed against the jaw of the figure behind him.
“Hyung,” Sehun whines, face ducking away from the cold metal, “it's just me.”
“Good,” Junmyeon replies, not bothering to turn around. He slips the gun back into his jacket and grabs a bowl of last night’s leftovers. “I’ve told you time and time again not to sneak up on me.”
Sehun whines again. “But I missed you.”
Junmyeon sighs and makes his way into the lounge, the boy trailing after him. Jongin looks up and smiles warmly.
“Why aren’t you at the club?” Junmyeon asks between mouthfuls of food. He squeezes onto the couch beside Jongin. Sehun doesn’t bother but instead just sprawls himself all over them.
“Luhan said he’d keep an eye on it for us,” Jongin shrugs.
He and Sehun run Black Pearl, EXO’s elite strip club, where the pair are the establishment’s hottest, most in-demand dancers. It also doubles as the perfect guise under which deals are made, fat wads of cash swap hands and skulls are blown through without mercy. Along with Kyungsoo’s drug trade they are K’s biggest source of income, unlike M’s preference for arms dealerships and their sniper Zitao as a threat to pay up or else.
Luhan’s the owner of Korea’s largest prostitution ring, having stepped down from his position nas head of intelligence after his pretty face became too recognizable for the job. There’s always a table reserved for him and Junmyeon at Black Pearl.
“Besides,” Sehun grins, “we heard from a little birdy called Jongdae that you were having a shitty time, so we thought we’d come home early and make you feel better.”
He turns his head and nuzzles his cheek against Junmyeon’s groin. “Right, Jongin?”
“Right.” Jongin plucks Junmyeon’s empty bowl from his hands and sets it down somewhere else.
Junmyeon laughs. “I see. The two of you are such good boys,” he teases, ruffling their hair fondly. “Well, get down to business, then.”
Their three-way relationship is something out of the ordinary. Sehun had been a scrawny underfed kid Junmyeon had picked up off the streets - who, after several meals and a place to stay, had clung to the latter and never let go. Kyungsoo had gotten Jongin from god knows where and he and Sehun had become a two-package deal from the day they’d started fucking around between the sheets.
Junmyeon hadn't meant to become so intimately involved with them, but coming home to two pliable boys who were so willing to please became something to look forward to every night.
Jongin chuckles and shoos Sehun away. He climbs into Junmyeon’s lap, folding his long legs to each side of his thighs, and leans in close.
“Sehunnie’s been working on the pole for you,” he whispers, mouthing wet kisses down the side of Junmyeon’s neck.
Junmyeon tilts his head to give Jongin better access, and the younger boy dives straight in. “Is that so?”
He watches Sehun throw his hoodie and boxers aside before taking up the pole fixed to the floor, clad in not his strip club gear but in an attire with twice the amount of leather and buckles and straps for Junmyeon or Jongin to pull as they pleased. A thin, black collar sits snugly around his throat, the initials KJM inscribed on it hardly visible in the low light of the room. He looks positively enticing as he catches Junmyeon’s eye and smirks, sliding his lithe body down the silver pole with the ease of a snake on the hunt.
Jongin slips Junmyeon’s jacket off his shoulders and slides his hands underneath his shirt. He roams up pale flesh dotted with the occasional scar, passing the knife strapped to Junmyeon's side, flicking at pink nipples with his thumbs and swallowing Junmyeon’s gasp in a heated kiss.
Sehun does a spin on the pole and bends over to give them a good view of his ass, swaying his hips and running his hands up and down the sides of his body. He throws another smirk over his shoulder for good measure.
To be honest, Junmyeon thinks as he helps the boy in his lap out of his shirt, Sehun is really only complete with Jongin on the stage. The two of them are the very image of sin, yin and yang; one blond and alabaster pale, and the other dark and tanned. It’s as if a switch gets flipped as soon as they touch the floor. Pouty faces turn into smoky eyes and plump limps, shyness becomes oozing sex appeal and they certainly don’t hesitate to lavish attention on each other in ways that have the crowd screaming in delight.
Junmyeon’s happy to just watch Sehun show off until he notices the ever so slight bulge in the back of Sehun’s tight booty shorts. He glances at Jongin grinding against his thigh, but he never gets to ask his question.
Sehun suddenly makes a funny noise and nearly lets go of the pole.
“Jongin,” he moans, his eyes lidded, limbs trembling.
Oh.
Junmyeon extends his palm. “Hand it over,” he orders, and Jongin dutifully surrenders the little remote control for Sehun’s vibrator. Junmyeon turns it up to its highest setting and throws it away somewhere, the sound of Sehun’s pitiful mewls filling the room. He divests Jongin of the rest of his clothing to find him already hard and leaking.
Jongin moves down onto the floor between Junmyeon’s legs and scrabbles at his belt. Junmyeon cuts his suffering and unbuckles it for him, lifting his hips up to shove his pants down. Jongin tosses them away and the attached holster for a second pistol makes a dull thump against the floor. He curls a hand his own length, taking Junmyeon’s cock into his mouth. His adam’s apple bobs as he eagerly swallows him down and works him to full hardness.
Sehun’s a mess and he seems to have forgotten half his moves, taking to just shimmying his body the way the girls at the club love it. He’s painfully hard and he ruts against the pole for some much-needed relief but he knows it pleases Junmyeon so much to watch him squirm. Every time he so much as bends over the vibrator in his ass rubs nicely against his walls and nudges at his prostate. He fights through a lust-induced haze for his composure, a drop of sweat beading on his forehead and his breath coming in pants, but he’s determined not to lose out.
Junmyeon smiles in satisfaction and fists his hand in Jongin’s dark brown locks, turning his head upwards to meet his glazed eyes and reddened lips.
“Come back up,” he murmurs, pulling Jongin back onto his lap. “Let me prep you.”
Jongin shakes his head. “It’s okay, hyung,” he assures him. “You don’t need to.”
“And why would that be?” Junmyeon reaches behind Jongin, dips his fingers between the crevice of his ass and easily manages to push several digits into a well-lubed hole. He looks at Sehun with a mild amount of interest. “Did you already fuck him, Sehunnie?”
Sehun gives him a cheeky grin. Jongin flushes.
Junmyeon rolls his eyes and withdraws his fingers. “If you say so. Go on,” he urges, rubbing Jongin’s lower back invitingly, “ride me.”
Jongin doesn’t reply but he does as he is told, elevating his hips and using his hand to guide Junmyeon’s cock to his hole. He sinks down until their pelvises are flush against each other.
“Fuck, you’re not even loose at all,” Junmyeon mutters, brow furrowing. “Is Sehun still as tight as you?”
“Yup,” Sehun chimes in gleefully. “I saved myself for you, hyung.”
“You’re a little shit, Sehun,” Jongin says, rocking back and forth in Junmyeon’s lap.
“Hurry up,” Junmyeon tells him, and he obeys. Using the plush leather couch to brace his legs against, he raises himself up until the cock in his ass nearly slips out and slams back down. Junmyeon meets him with upward thrusts, the angle letting him penetrate deep. He grips Jongin by the waist for leverage, his hand digging into the water drop tattoo on the skin of his right hip. The same insignia is inked into Sehun’s left hip. The two of them even have matching nipple piercings on opposite sides to boot. Junmyeon had just shaken his head and told them not to bother Jongdae too much at his side job at the parlour.
Jongin throws his head back to let his pleasured groans escape and suddenly Sehun is at their side, pawing at Junmyeon’s arm for attention.
“Hyung,” he whimpers, and he gets indulged with rough kisses until Jongin tires himself out and nearly collapses forward on Junmyeon’s chest. Junmyeon prises him off and gently puts him on the couch. His hole clenches at the emptiness but he’s content to get off to seeing Sehun fucked beside him.
Junmyeon gets up and throws the youngest onto his back, the cushions breaking his fall, and Sehun automatically spreads his legs to reveal the still-humming vibrator stuffed in his ass. Junmyeon presses on it and the boy cries out loudly before falling silent when it gets eased out. Junmyeon lines himself up with Sehun’s gaping, stretched hole, plenty of lube still dripping out, and seats himself to the hilt in the constrictive heat. The vibrator wasn’t quite as thick as he is so he gives Sehun a few moments to adjust, leaning down to mesh their lips together and stroking Sehun’s cock languidly between their bodies to distract him from the brief discomfort. He takes the boy’s desperate grinding against him as permission to start pounding him hard, his balls slapping against Sehun’s flesh as he continues to ream his ass for all it's worth.
Sehun’s mouth looks like it could be occupied, so Jongin takes it into his hands to kneel over Sehun’s chest and effectively gag him with his cock. The muffled sensations travel straight up his dick; it feels all kinds of good so he picks up the pace to give that sassy little mouth the fuck it deserves.
Jongin’s the first to come after Junmyeon’s fingers find their way back into his ass, four digits filling him relatively well but incomparable to the stretch of having a cock inside him. They hook into exactly where Junmyeon knows that tiny bundle of nerves lie and send him seeing stars. He releases into Sehun's mouth, mumbling something incoherent mixed with "fuck". He pulls out to apologize for not warning him beforehand but the youngest makes a show of opening his mouth, letting Jongin see its milky contents, and then deliberately swallowing. He even licks his lips lasciviously afterwards, eyes daring him to object. Jongin cusses at him before slinking down the length of Sehun’s flat belly to where Sehun’s cock curves up towards his stomach, angry red and leaking pre-come over his thighs. He takes the shaft in his hand and envelops the rest of it in his mouth.
Sehun takes his time spitting out swear words, thrashing his head from side to side and fingers grabbing at Jongin’s hair but Junmyeon’s hands swat him away. He affectionately pets Jongin’s head while Jongin holds Sehun’s bucking hips down.
“Fuck,” Sehun chokes out, his eyes squeezed shut. “H-hyung, I- ”
“Good boy,” Junmyeon mutters, his forehead creased in concentration and bottom lip between his teeth. Sweat rolls down his neck as the force of his thrusts plow Sehun’s body into the furniture. He changes the angle of his thrusts slightly, looking for his prostate. “You can come," he coos when the boy yells out; and he knows he's found it.
Sehun shrieks some more and their names spill from his lips; his passage repeatedly clamps down on Junmyeon’s cock and the image of Jongin's mouth milking Sehun of the rest of his come is more than enough to tip Junmyeon over the edge. His thrusts turn erratic and he comes deep in Sehun’s ass; he knows the youngest has kinks for all sorts of things.
Jongin reaches up to drag Junmyeon down for an open-mouthed kiss and Junmyeon can taste Sehun on his tongue. He hums in appreciation before flopping onto the couch by Sehun’s head to catch his breath. Jongin takes up his position between Sehun’s legs, spreading his ass cheeks wide. He lowers his head and scoops up Junmyeon’s come with his tongue, forcing the muscle into Sehun’s hole to get at the rest, and crawls up Sehun’s body to share it with him.
“Oh, you two,” Junmyeon groans, screwing his face up.
“You’re welcome to join,” Sehun chirps, waggling his tongue at him.
Junmyeon rolls his eyes again but sneaks in a messy kiss with Jongin anyway. Together they help the boneless Sehun to the bathroom for a shower before they all bundle up in Junmyeon’s giant bed for a short but much-needed nap.
Junmyeon eventually gets sandwiched between the two of them. He snuggles up close against Jongin’s chest while the other boy tucks an arm around his waist from behind, the warm metal of his piercings brushing against Junmyeon’s back.
Sehun nips at his ear. “Do you feel better now, hyung?” he asks innocently.
Junmyeon pinches him back. "I suppose I owe Jongdae one, don't I?"
woops what was that shitty ending idk i wrote this at half past 5 in the morning
i have received requests to continue this universe so watch this space for more plotless porn