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Jaemin P.O.V.
It smelt like strawberries. Again. I wholeheartedly hate the fact that Jisung insists on eating strawberry themed breakfasts. But after living together for four years, I can do nothing but sigh. I got out of bed and walked out of my room with a frown on my face, dragging my corpse-like body to wash up. – Hyung, I made you chocolate milk today!– Jisung said with a bright smile on his face, while trying to compensate for the intense stench filling up the apartment. I quietly laugh at his awkward morning greeting while locking the bathroom door.
– Who in their right mind makes strawberry pancakes for breakfast?– I ask without even trying to hide my disgust. – Psychopaths, I tell you, pure psychopaths! You're eating strawberry pancakes and drinking a glass of milk. Straight-up milk!– I complain loudly while biting my almost tasteless toast. Jisung merely sighs at my almost daily rant and continues to eat his neatly decorated pink pancakes. – I swear to Christ, you probably woke up at about 6 AM. to make that abomination.– Jisung blatantly ignored my complaints and passed me the mug of coffee he made for me. – Hyung, it's your graduation party today!– He smiled excitedly at me, making me lightly snort and smirk in response. Four whole years of being a psychology student came to this. After blasting my brains out during the final exam, it's finally my graduation day.
. . .
It was already, 4:00 PM and I was laying upside down on the couch, scrolling on social media. It was too early to start getting ready and too late to do anything else. I sighed at the sight of my dad's text message and just locked my phone instead. – Jisuuuuuuuuung! You wanna' get cake?!– I shouted while staying in place. I heard a small bump coming from Jisung's room, making me giggle. He always trips out of excitement when we go get cake; not long after, he was by the door, ready to leave.
– Hyung, I promise, this is the best cake place yet!– he eagerly insisted while dragging me to a new café he had discovered earlier this week. I just followed in silence; I just wanted a brownie and a nap. After a ten-minute walk, we finally arrived at a cute pink building with a strawberry-shaped sign outside. Oh, boy. Why would I trust Park Jisung, the one and only strawberry freak, to take me anywhere? Ever. I covered my face to try to hide my frustration and rolled my eyes back so hard I could feel them dragging their way out of their sockets. – Let's go in! Come onnnnn~– he said as he pulled me inside. It fucking reeked of strawberry. I feel sick. – Can you get me a brownie to go? I don't feel too good.– I asked while covering my nose, trying to protect my soul from this fruity hell. Jisung just sighed and let me go.
I was finally happy, with chocolate and my fourth cup of Americano. I was peacefully humming to my calm snack time until the strawberry monster decided to talk. – This strawberry roll is SO GOOD! NANA, you have to try it.– Jisung seemed to be melting into his dessert, but I just felt ill after stealing a glance at his plate. – Jisungie, listen here. I would rather eat pins and die.– I replied with a cynical smile plastered on my face. Jisung whined at my response but continued eating his cake. – Really, hyung, you're so mean sometimes.–
. . .
Finally, it was 8:00 PM. I had my suit and tie all set, and was standing by the mirror while fixing my hair. Jisung knocked on the half-open door and swung around his car keys before turning to me. – Hyung, are you ready yet?–.
The formal ceremony was long gone, but the real deal was only getting started. A massive party took place at one of our classmate's house; the rich boy had the brilliant idea of gathering hundreds of drunken young adults at his mansion. You won't hear me complaining. Soon enough, the scent of alcohol, sweat and sex covered the entire building. I was on my fourth cup of Lord knows what, and I was dancing my soul out in the middle of the living room, right by the main sound system and at least another 30 drunken souls.
One of my favourite songs blasted our ears, and I couldn't help but feel myself with it. . . That was until I felt a pair of sturdy hands around my waist and an even sturdier lower half grinding against me. How many cups have I had? 6? 8? 10? Lost the count, but I was absolutely wasted. And horny. I continued dancing and took a glance to my left, my eyes meeting an undeniably good-looking figure, barely shorter than myself. I felt hot, sticky and absolutely out of it.
Not far from where we were dancing, I could pick up on a slender figure. Fuck. He was so pretty. I could attempt to blame it on the heat and alcohol, but he looked so perfect. Somehow he picked up on my piercing gaze and smiled at me, melting my insides (and outsides) as he walked towards us. He raised an eyebrow since the mystery man was still aggressively grinding against me, but thanks to the crowd, he got pushed towards us regardless, resulting in him having to dance right by my chest.
— Three-way kiss! Three-way kiss! Three-way kiss! Three-way kiss!— My ears were barely picking up on sound, and my brain could hardly start to process what was happening, but you don't think before acting when you're as drunk as we were, and your body sure does a fantastic job of making decisions for you. Before anyone could say anything, all three of us were sloppily and hungrily devouring each other's tongues, fighting a war, not of two, but of three. Three.
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— Hmm. . . haa. . . — Sweet and erotic moans filled the room. I don't know how we got here, but I'm sure it's hot as hell. His sweet, petite body right below me, moaning as I tease him and ram into him time and time again.
That is until my scream of utter pain and pleasure filled the room, being silenced by the erotic angel below me and his spicy lips. My hips moved more and more, feeling the duo of him inside me and the other's wet insides; my brain might as well be in a blender. Low groans, heavy panting and loud moans echoed through my ears.
My ears were buzzing, with sounds I could only assume came from hell. As soon as I woke up, I could feel a sturdy grip around my waist and some sort of soft thing under my hand. I slowly opened my eyes, almost hissing at the light and the pounding in my head. Oh, shit. It's a leg. I can vaguely recollect this kid's identity. I harshly close my eyes to one major realization: we're both buck-naked. A powerless attempt of getting up was immediately interrupted by the strong arms behind me, which now held me tighter, and by Mr. cute cuddling up to my chest, intertwining our legs and dangerously dragging his face closer to mine.
The latter softly opened his eyes and sweetly smiled at me and cuddled up to my neck, sniffing in my (probably disgustingly sticky and sweaty) scent. I was still high key panicking about the whole situation, but staying like this for a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, right?
My thought process was interrupted by someone now groaning behind me, probably only just waking up. I heard absolute silence for a couple of minutes and then a loud thud behind me. The sweet embrace keeping me in bed ended, so I turned to find a fit guy staring at the two of us. While also being completely naked. — Shit... SHIT! No. Two guys?! Really?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!— I couldn't help but turn to my left side in confusion, making eye contact with the smaller also being visibly confused. — Ok, calm down. Yes. Nothing happened. Three guys, chilling and resting together after a party. Naked. NOTHING HAPPENED!— He rushed into his boxers and stormed out of the room, barely dragging his clothes out with him.
I sat there in complete silence and confusion while staring at the door. Soon after, I felt some arms snaking around my waist, making me face the other way, just to be caught by the softest and sweetest lips I've ever tried in my life. Sure, we both reeked of booze, but he was a hell of a good kisser. I could feel his tongue asking for entrance, and boy, who was I to say no? We were fully making out at this point. I pulled his waist and managed to sit him on my lap, resulting in our intimates crashing together, making him moan into our kiss.
I sneakily caught both of our penises into my hand, gently rubbing them together with a vertical motion. It started with panting and groaning, evolving to moaning and flat out whining. God, he is so hot, and our bodies are undoubtedly compatible. Our hips were moving more and more while my hand picked up on some speed. He was now biting my shoulder in an attempt to quiet down and completely shredding my back down with his nails. After some of the sexiest shit I've ever experienced this early in the morning, we finally came, making him crash against my chest and let out the cutest, yet most erotic, whimper I've heard.
After panting for a few seconds, the cutie finally looked up at me and gently kissed me for the last time before standing up with ease and getting dressed. Fuck, my ass hurts a LOT. How can he stand up and walk around? Once he was fully clothed, he smiled at me and headed to the door. —Dalgi Wang— he said while turning the doorknob, —DM me some time.—
Now that I was alone again, my brain decided to replay the recent events, from last night to a few minutes ago. Oh, boy. I picked up my phone and called Jisung. After ringing a couple of times, he took the call. —Hyung! You didn't come back last night, was it fu. . . — Before he could finish his sentence, I quickly interrupted him. How the fuck will I explain this?
— Jisung, I fucked up.—