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“Are you sure?”

"Guys, I've been fucked before," Minho reminded Jisung and Felix, slightly exasperated that they were being careful with her like she was a blushing virgin. "Just not by a human person."

"What were you fucked by then?" Jisung asked, laughter bubbling up as a grin stretched across his face. "A lizard with a strap-on?"

Minho made a noise of frustration and aimed a smack at his thigh even as he cackled and rolled away… As far away as he could get, anyway, on the king sized mattress the three of them were sprawled on.

"You know what I mean!" she exclaimed, embarrassed but mildly amused despite herself.

Damn Jisung and her soft spot for him.

Felix, an angel, was smiling fondly at both of them.

It had been over a month since the three of them had begun their polyamorous relationship. A month since Minho found out that Jisung, her best friend since high school, had been in love with her for as long as she had known him. A month since his girlfriend, Felix, had confessed that she'd developed feelings for Minho as well. And a month since Minho admitted that she was gone for them too.

It had been two weeks since the three of them consummated their fresh relationship, and while they had continued to explore their physical connection, they still hadn't taken that next(?) step.

The very first time they'd been together, Minho had shied away from penetrative sex since she'd never had sex with a man in that way. Technically, she hadn't had sex with a man at all before Jisung, but a mouth was a mouth, hands were hands, etc.

Even with women, she rarely was on the receiving end when strap-on's came into play, so the act felt new and a little intimidating, at least for her first experience having sex with two people at once.

The thing was, neither Jisung nor Felix had brought it up since- probably so as not to pressure or rush her- but now it landed on Minho to bring it up, and she felt like it had now turned into a Thing. Which was exactly what she didn't want.

“What I'm trying to say,” she began again, forcibly pushing her own self-consciousness down at being the one to broach the topic, “is that it doesn't need to be a big event. I'm good to go whenever.”

Good to go. Minho nearly snorted at her own wording. Quite the way to say she was ready to get fucked by her boyfriend.

“There's no rush, you know?” Felix cut in, probably managing to quell Jisung's tease at her phrasing. “Even if that isn't something you ever want, that's still okay. This isn't exactly the most traditional relationship anyway. So you definitely don't need to consider it as a hurdle to cross to make things legitimate. Right?”

She turned to Jisung expectantly.

Since it was his dick they were talking about, Minho could see why Felix wanted him to back her up. Obviously Felix wasn't going to be directly impacted by whether or not Minho wanted to get fucked. Sure, there were always harnesses and toys, but Minho didn't think she was as emotionally invested in where her dildo buried itself as Jisung was when it came to his cock.

“Right!” he agreed, seeming to reorient himself in the room with them as opposed to where his mind had wandered to.

Given the conversation, it wasn't hard to imagine.

Still, she knew he was sincere as he nodded along with Felix's assurances. He would always have Felix as a willing participant in penetrative sex, after all. Though, Minho allowed, that was selling him a little short. He was a good guy. A great guy, even. The only guy she'd ever been romantically or sexually interested in in real life.

She honestly believed that, even without Felix as a factor, if she told him she never wanted to have sex like that with him, he would respect her wishes and they would make it work.

Thinking that kind of made her want to cry or melt into a gross puddle of emotion, which was absolutely not something she was going to do. So she quickly shook those thoughts from her head and cleared her throat.

“I appreciate the understanding and support,” she started, having to bite back a giggle at how it sounded like she was beginning a formal speech, “but I'm truly open to trying it anytime. I can't promise I'm going to love it or want to do it all the time. And I probably won't come. At least not during the whole…” she gestured kind of crudely and watched Jisung's lips twitch in an aborted snicker, “but I want to do it.”

She remained with her feet tucked underneath her and her hands folded primly in her lap as she waited for her partners to respond.

“I mean,” Jisung said, deliberately dragging out the words so he didn't seem too eager, “I'm not opposed.”

“No kidding,” Minho snorted, and Jisung flushed- shoving gently at Minho’s shoulder with a laugh.

Felix nodded encouragingly. “Yeah! Obviously, I'd love to watch that,” she chuckled, “but, yeah, whenever you want!”

Jisung nodded again, looking over at Minho owlishly. “Now? It doesn't have to be now, but-”

“It can be now,” Minho agreed, lips quirking at Jisung's eagerness. It made her feel wanted even though there was never a question.

Besides, talking about it and then letting it build up again if they waited…no, she'd rather do it before they all got way too in their heads about it.

Plus, she could feel the simmer of heat in her belly blooming the more they spoke.

“Want me to eat you out first?” Felix offered, eyes turning dark as she licked her lower lip.

“I'm not opposed,” Minho teased, lips quirking as Jisung pouted at her and Felix giggled.

Grinning, Felix crawled closer- cupping Minho’s jaw as she slotted their mouths together in a way that had become achingly familiar, but no less satisfying than the first time they'd shared a kiss.

The beginnings of arousal were creeping through her veins alongside the fluttering nerves she attributed to the new experience she knew they were working towards. Because even as sure as she was, there would always be trepidation when faced with the unknown.

She wasn't afraid it would hurt or anything. But she wanted to like it so badly. She wanted that intimacy, for herself as well as Jisung. She knew he wanted this, and she wanted it to be something she could give him- something they could share.

No matter what, they would be fine. Whether Minho loved or hated it, it wasn't going to fundamentally change anything. But that didn't stop her from hoping.

Hands crept underneath her t-shirt, warm palms against her ribs as the fabric was pushed above her bra.

Those were Jisung's hands, though Felix sat back in time for him to pull the shirt over her head. Then Minho was being pressed back into the mattress by both of them as Felix crawled over her to reconnect their lips- one hand braced above Minho’s shoulder on the bed and the other kneading at Jisung's thigh.

Felix was always conscientious about spreading her affection and attention between the two of them, never wanting anyone to feel left out. She was a true angel- an angel whose wandering hands had made their way into the waistband of Minho's sweatpants to push them down her hips.

Jisung's fingers were working on the clasp of her bra- pinned beneath her on the mattress- and before Minho could even slide her palms up Felix's waist to bunch her sweatshirt under her armpits, she was nearly naked with her two lovers hungrily taking her in.

“You too,” Minho complained, skin searing under their attention as she resumed her attempts at getting Felix's top off before reaching over to snap the elastic of Jisung's shorts against his hip when Felix finished the job of yanking her sweatshirt over her head.

No bra, Minho observed appreciatively, immediately reaching out to get her hands on the silken weight of Felix's palm-sized breasts.

By the time she turned her head to look at Jisung, he'd removed all of his clothes to wait eagerly next to them on the bed with the heel of his hand pressed against his burgeoning erection.

That was going to be inside of her. A thrum of interest expanded beneath her navel.

“Lix,” Minho gasped when Felix's lips wrapped around a nipple. She pushed gently against the crown of Felix's head to encourage her to go lower where she was beginning to ache.

Not that she didn't love the feeling of Felix's mouth against her breasts. But right then, it was hard to focus with her underwear starting to stick to her with arousal and her thoughts three steps ahead.

Felix made a noise in her throat as she kissed down Minho’s abdomen, pausing only to nip at the gentle swell of her belly. But before Minho could reveal her nearly embarrassing impatience, Felix was pulling her damp underwear off and pressing her full, pink lips against her clit.

“Oh,” Minho moaned, fingers tangling in Felix's newly dyed pastel pink shag.

Felix's cunnilingus skills were out of this world, and Minho almost believed that she could give Felix an exact time to make her come and she'd be able to execute the request down to the second.

When Felix wanted to drag it out, she was soft and slow and thorough- tongue pressing inside her and nose lightly nudging her clit until she was coming with a guttural groan as her orgasm was wrenched from deep within her gut.

When she wanted to make quick work of Minho, her fingers slipped into her with a deftness that seemed almost impossible while her tongue dragged and flicked against her clit until Minho was yelping at the sudden onslaught of pleasure her release brought.

Right then, Minho was ready for anything Felix wanted to give her- anything to quell the ache between her thighs that grew with every passing second.

Felix's tongue was soft but insistent as she ran it through her folds and had her trembling against the bed. Even with the unfamiliar act looming, Minho’s eyes slipped closed as she lost herself in the rhythm of Felix's capable mouth.

She was sliding toward orgasm, muscles tightening and sweat sticking behind her knees. But then Felix's ministrations were gone, and Minho snapped her eyes open to protest.

“Don't you want to last at all?” Felix teased, attention on Jisung whose hand was wrapped around his length. The pink stained high on his cheeks and the heaving of his breath were easy proof that he'd been touching himself as he watched Felix coax Minho closer and closer to orgasm.

“Sorry,” he breathed, eyes blown as he drank in the sight of them tangled together mere inches from the curve of his knee.

Minho could hardly blame him, and she wasn't too concerned about how long he would last since she wasn't expecting to come from that part of the act. But more than a single second to experience it and see how she felt would be good.

Maybe she would have added her own jibe were it not for the insistent throb between her legs that begged for Felix's attention.

“Felix,” she said, hoping her tone wasn't as close to a whine as it felt.

Felix grinned, eyes finding her face and lips covered with her arousal.

“Do you want me to make you come?” she asked, voice sending tremors through Minho’s body.

She nodded, not trusting her voice to come out steady.

Her moan when Felix's mouth found her center again was echoed by Jisung, and she realized a second later that she'd gripped his thigh as Felix's tongue swirled insistently against her clit.

This wasn't meant to be drawn out- it was to get her body to relax and for her to get as wet as possible before Jisung fucked her. But it still felt too soon when her belly started to tighten with her imminent release.

Breath choking out from between her bitten lips, Minho cried out when Jisung's lips pressed to the underside of her jaw and her clit twitched against Felix's mouth as her orgasm crashed into her a second later.

The pleasure in her crested as Felix and Jisung both drew out her release with their lips. Having two mouths and two sets of hands against her body at once never ceased to overwhelm her in the best way. Her nipples were tight when Jisung rubbed his thumb against one, and she wheezed out a pained moan as a sharp little jolt traveled through her and burst with Felix's lips gently suckling against her clit.

That had been too good for just a warm up, but that was hardly something Minho was going to complain about even as Felix pulled away and scooted up her body to press a wet kiss to her slackened mouth.

Her own taste had her humming and pulling Felix down by the nape of her neck to properly suck her own arousal from Felix's tongue.

She could feel Jisung slotting into Felix's abandoned post between her thighs, and she managed to pull away from Felix's mouth to see him rolling a condom onto his length.

Minho didn't know who had gotten the condom. She hadn't. Truth be told, she'd kind of forgotten they needed one. Being an almost-lesbian, she'd never needed one for the sake of birth control before.

Straight sex was so impractical.

“Still okay?” Felix asked, moving back enough that she could meet Minho's eyes without going cross-eyed.

Minho nodded, anticipation tight in her belly even after her orgasm.

Jisung looked up at her from between her legs, eyes dark and shiny with lust and just a pinch of trepidation. He wanted it to be good for her. She did too- for both of them- and his concern had her heart twisting like hot steam in her chest.

“Okay?” he asked, one hand on her thigh and the other holding the base of his cock so he was angled properly to slide inside her.

Minho felt her body clench and pulse, and she nodded again.

Jisung swallowed and pushed forward so the latex-covered tip touched against her entrance. Even that had his breath stuttering in his chest, and Minho widened her thighs instinctively to let him slowly sheath himself fully in her body.

The stretch was what she expected from the various dildos she'd had inside her, but the heat of him had her breath getting trapped in her chest before she blew it all out in a shaky exhale when his hip bones met the backs of her thighs.

“Is it…?” he started, voice so tight and abdominal muscles jumping under his smooth skin.

He wanted to move so badly, and that realization had a deluge of want pouring over Minho like hot wax.

“Good,” she gasped, more overwhelmed by the knowledge that he was inside her than the physical sensation of it.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Felix moving and looked over to see her butt and the bottom of her foot as she leaned off the bed to reach into Minho's bedside table drawer.

When she sat back up, she was holding one of Minho's vibrators- the one that mimicked the movement of a tongue.

“Lix, you can just sit on my face,” she offered, licking against her lower lip as she watched Felix sit back and spread her legs so the slick, pink folds of her arousal were visible.

Jisung adjusted his position slightly, moving just barely inside of her, and Minho's breath caught in her throat.

“No, no, this isn't about me right now,” Felix replied with a guileless smile that might have seemed out of place with the way she was exposing herself to the two of them. “I want you to just enjoy for now. I can sit on your face later, if you want.”

Minho wanted to tease her for the wording- if you want. Like it wasn't something Felix would enjoy too. Except she was a bit distracted at the moment, what with Jisung’s belly pressed to hers and his trying-to-be-patient shifting inside her. And she did want Felix to sit on her face later.

So instead of commenting, she just nodded- swallowing when Felix turned on the toy and pressed it between her own legs- and brought artention back to Jisung’s face to let him know that she was good. She was ready. She wanted him to move.

He nodded back, eyes on hers, and Minho was struck with the absurd thought that they'd practically shook on it- time to move. She might have broken out into giggles that she'd then have to explain, but Jisung pulled back to thrust back in before she could. Instead of a laugh, her breath hitched with a gasp.

The sensation was mostly the same as when she'd been fucked before by girlfriends. But intellectually understanding that Jisung was inside of her had her head spinning as she hooked her hands behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

“Is it okay?” he asked against her lips- breathless like he'd run up a flight of stairs. Or several, to give him a little more credit.

“It's good, honey,” she assured him, her own voice wavering as he pushed back in.

The moan the praise got her wasn't entirely unexpected, though she'd been more focused on reassuring him that she liked it than indulging in the praise kink he liked to pretend he did have.

Jisung's rhythm increased, and Minho held onto his shoulders as her knees closed in around his sides. Felix moaned to her right, and Minho could feel the pleasure building softly below her navel.

It wasn't the type to lead straight to an orgasm, but it felt good. And she gasped in appreciation when she felt Jisung's thrusts get slightly frenzied. He was close, and the fact that he was going to come from being inside her felt monumental.

Minho reached down to get her fingers against her clit and touched where he was joined with her. Jisung's groan covered the whimper in her throat, but if it hadn't, the sound of Felix coming from the toy would have.

Jisung batted her hand away, rubbing against her clit as he moved in her. Minho clenched down on his length, pleasure doubling and sending her reeling. Jisung cried out, hips stuttering.

“Fuck, I'm gonna- I'm sorry, I can't- ah-”

Feeling Jisung come for her, because of her, inside of her had Minho moaning along with him as he rode out his high, emptying into the condom.

Jisung tucked his face into her sweaty neck as he breathed to come down, and Minho held him close so their bodies were nearly glued together with sweat.

“Good?” she asked softly, fingers in the lightly damp strands of his hair. It felt like a stupid question. She could tell it had been good, and it wasn't a question of whether Jisung was going to like it. But she still wanted to hear the answer despite herself. For reassurance or just to bask in it, she couldn't say for sure.

“Oh my god,” Jisung whined into her skin, and Minho chuckled fondly. “Sorry I couldn't last longer. I-”

“Shh, it was good, stop apologizing,” she soothed, feeling his breathing starting to even out against her chest.

He made a contented noise, nose brushing against the lobe of her ear, before he pushed himself up onto one elbow and kissed her gently.

“You want to come?”

In some other context, a man finishing from penetrative sex and then having the gall to ask the woman if she wanted to come would have been absurd at best and insulting at worst. But Minho knew he was asking because he'd seen her come from Felix's mouth right before. And he knew that penetration wasn't something that really got her there. So in this context only, it was a valid question.

“Yeah,” she breathed, suddenly reminded of the needy ache of her clit and the squeeze of her body around Jisung's softening length.

Jisung kissed her again before scooting back to gently pull out and discard the condom.

Arranging the pillow more comfortably under her head, Minho stretched out her legs and shivered when the sweat behind her knees hit the air.

Felix crawled over to her, vibrator left forgotten on the duvet with a sheen of slick glistening in the light of the lamp.

“It was good?” she asked, smile glowing through her creased eyes as she leaned in to nuzzle against Minho’s jaw like a giant cat.

“Mmm,” Minho hummed, fingers petting Felix's hair and sliding down the velvet warmth of her neck. “Sounded good for you too.”

Felix laughed into her skin happily as Jisung rejoined them on the bed, making himself at home between Minho’s parted legs.

Minho thought for a second that he might ask again if she wanted to come, just to be thorough, but instead he grasped at her thighs so the flesh dimpled under his fingers and licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. She would have moaned if the stuttered gasp hadn't gotten stuck in her lungs, choked breath escaping on almost a wheeze.

Felix's lips were trailing gentle kisses against her jaw, down her neck, and across her clavicle while Jisung plunged the spear of his tongue between her folds.

Minho knew she tasted of latex- had eaten Felix out after Jisung had fucked her enough times to know that wasn't the most pleasant taste- but Jisung still moaned against her as he seemingly tried to get his tongue as deep inside of her as his cock had been.

That was definitely a futile endeavor, but Minho certainly didn't mind him trying, especially once his fingers began to tease against her clit at a maddeningly steady pace.

“You're so beautiful, so sexy,” Felix murmured, lips brushing the shell of Minho's ear as her hand gently massaged her breast. “You're doing so well. Wanna see you come again. You're so perfect for us.”

“Mmmf,” Jisung added against her pussy, vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through her that coalesced in the growing heat and tension in her belly.

Minho whimpered, gasping for air like she'd been underwater or like she was about to hold her breath to dive beneath the surface.

It was with the memory of Jisung coming inside of her that she reached her peak- undulating hips straining against his mouth with Felix's lips sealed against her pulse.

The pleasure held Minho aloft, body buzzing and ears ringing, before fading gently through pulsing aftershocks that left her trembling against the mattress.

Felix was still murmuring praise into her skin- palms stroking against her waist and belly- when Jisung pulled his mouth away from her.

Through bleary eyes, she peered down her body as he looked up at her- mouth slick with her arousal.

“Again?” he offered, eyes shining pools of eager appreciation as he took her in.

Minho managed a chuckle and shook her head, feeling as though she was melting into the sheets.

Jisung grinned at her, seemingly pleased with her clear satisfaction, and briefly lifted her foot by her ankle to tap the palm of his hand against the sole.

"Did you just high five my foot?” Minho asked, brow furrowing as the absurdity of the action settled into her.

Shrugging, Jisung wiped his mouth with his wrist and smiled as he crawled up the bed.

“It was closer,” he explained simply, settling onto her other side after leaning over to press a smacking kiss to Felix's lips.

“Than my hand?” Minho clarified, mind sluggish after coming.

Jisung nodded, and Minho decided that that was good enough for her.

“Wait, I was going to tell you to sit on my face!” she suddenly remembered, turning to Felix to see her nuzzling into her shoulder on the pillow next to her.

“You were a little busy,” she teased with a quirk of her full lips, and Minho huffed, feeling her ears warm. “I'll sit on your face next time.”

As far as reassurances went, it was kind of ridiculous, so Minho ended up giggling into Felix's mouth when she kissed her.

They shifted around to get the blanket over them before settling in for a well-deserved Sunday afternoon nap.

“Well, that's two out of three,” Minho mumbled sleepily, cheek mashed against Felix's bicep and Jisung’s leg flung heavily over her calves.

“Of what?” Felix asked, voice thick with almost-sleep.

“Of the three of us getting fucked,” Minho explained around a yawn.

There was a beat. Then two. Then-

“Wait, me?” from Jisung followed by Felix's cackle.

“Jus’ saying,” Minho shrugged as well as she could laying down, though she couldn't stop the amused smile from tugging at her lips from the feeling of Jisung's eyes on her despite the fact that hers were still closed.

“I already said I'd do it,” Jisung huffed, shifting around dramatically as he got comfortable again. “You don't have to look at me like that.”

Minho imagined Felix wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at him and failed to bite back a laugh.

“I'm so ready for that,” Felix added, slipping her arm around Minho’s waist as she burrowed down under the covers. “Just say the word,” she sang.

“Well, not right now,” Jisung sputtered, affronted, and Felix cackled again.

“Now is sleep,” Minho scolded from between them, though she knew they could both see the way her lips were twitching in amusement.

“You started it,” Jisung muttered, wrapping around her like mistletoe on a tree branch- nose pressed under her ear.

Eyes still closed, Minho felt her smile break free.