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[namgikook] kinktober day 1: lingerie 🎀

🔞Nj and Yg have only recently opened up their relationship to include Jk. He wants to look pretty for them, despite his concerns that he's an unnecessary addition. (open thread for more)

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cw // light angst, anxiety, brief internalized toxic masculinity, praise, fingering, dacryphilia (? not really but ig)

Reminder: this fic is 🔞 so please respect that. If you are a minor please look away and block this account.

The lacy neckline dips into a deep V, ending just halfway down his torso. A few rows of glittering beads cross between each side. When he twists to check another angle, the feather-light sensation against his bare chest makes him shiver. He hesitantly glances down, where the

sheer white fabric cinches before fanning out, accentuating his small waist. The slip ends just after his thighs begin, but the fabric is just transparent enough to make out the outline of his panties, his poorly concealed cock hidden underneath. He spreads his knees a bit,

and can’t help but wonder if he looks more strange than pretty as the fabric shifts over his muscular thighs. He shakes the thought away, though, already determined to see this through. He meets his own gaze in the mirror, the familiar eyes in an unfamiliar setting, before

blindly reaching at the sink counter until his fingers grasp at something soft.

The bunny ears he had added to his online shopping cart last minute, heart pounding, fall onto his scantily covered lap.

They always call him bunny, after all, and the endearment had only intensified since they entered a relationship. What was once casual compliments of his bunny smile while watching videos together late at night had transformed into Yg whispering a teasing “Eager bunny” under his

breath during hungry makeouts. Nj praising him when he slows down with a (frankly violent, in Jk’s opinion) “Good bun”.

And Jk likes it. A lot. It makes him feel comfortable and cared for in all the right ways. He had worried they would treat him like a child when they

first agreed to try dating, all three of them. And perhaps the coddling and nicknames could seem that way, but Jk recognizes them for what they are: the careful adoration of something they find precious. And Jk likes being precious.

But he also wants to be desirable. He wants them to be as hungrily eager for him as he is for them. He loves the gentle touches and soft smiles, but he also wants the darkening gazes he’s seen them give each other over the years to be aimed at him, sometimes.

He carefully puts the headband on, letting his hands glide across the soft fur of the ears. Then he spreads his knees a bit more, leans back against his hands on the bathroom tiles. Practices half-lidding his eyes, watching the shadows his lengthened lashes create. Tries to

imagine the faces of his boyfriends seeing him for the first time.

The fluttering in his chest won’t stop, so he continues to shift. He examines himself closely, the lines of his silhouette, the changes in his expression. It feels like a performance. If he doesn’t

fully commit–if he doesn’t give it his all–he’ll just look like a fool.

When he gets up, it’s to finalize everything in the bedroom. He dims the overhead lights, straightens the bedsheets he’s already fussed over, and finally lights the candles he’d set around the room.

On shelves close enough to the bed to create atmosphere, but far enough to not be a fire hazard in proximity to Nj.

After seconds or minutes or hours, he’s interrupted by the soft beep of the front door, signaling someone’s entry. As he settles himself on the bed, shifting

amongst a myriad of poses that all seem like too much, he hears the low rumble of conversation. As expected, Yg and Nj must have left their studios at the same time to meet up with Jk here for their date.

They don’t know what he’s planned, but his shoes are at the front door

and–just in case–he left a note on the kitchen counter, written on one of the bunny post-its Yg bought him. It just says “bedroom” with a little heart, but Jk’s embarrassed suddenly by the real possibility of them seeing it now. Is it childish? Or too desperate?

He realizes he’s curled into himself now, so he quickly readjusts, posing like he had in front of the mirror at the beginning. On his knees, slightly spread. Forcing his shoulders to relax but his back to stay straight. He wonders how he looks, if his hair is still okay.

Did he smudge his makeup somehow since the last time he’d check?

And what if this just isn’t attractive to them? If the lace and beads and rosy cheeks are too feminine. If the bunny ears are silly, not sexy. Something to be forced to wear at a fan sign and

laughed about after. Something that will twist their endearing nickname for him until its unusable.

He forces his breath to settle when he hears footsteps approaching from the hall. It’s too late to back down now, anyway, so he’ll give it his all. He needs it to work–

The door clicks and is pushed open slowly. Jk looks down quickly, hopefully looking demure and alluring, rather than blatantly avoidant and scared. He hears a puff of air, knows it’s Yg but can’t tell the emotion. Nj clears his throat, but he isn’t sure what that means,

either, and still can’t look up. He flutters his eyelids, focuses on the sensation of his eyelashes against his cheeks, and tries to remember how to breathe.

It’s only when feet enter Jk’s vision stepping toward the bed, that someone finally speaks. “Jk-ah,” Nj says softly,

his fingers gripping Jk’s chin to tilt his face up. But Jk’s like a live wire, and he can’t help but to flinch, scrambling back on the bed and curling in on himself. Then Nj makes a sound that sounds so hurt and it makes everything so much worse and–

“Jk-ah.” It’s Yg this time, something urgent in his tone. “Are you crying?”

Yg’s right, Jk realizes. His face is dry, but his vision has blurred. How badly did he manage to fuck up to end up here, on his boyfriends’ bed and crying in lingerie and bunny ears.

His gaze settles on his tattooed hand gripping the gauzy fabric, the contrast suddenly gross, and then he feels the first tears slip over his cheeks. It’s so embarrassing. He’s disgusting and needy and foolish and now his perfect boyfriends are going to realize that opening

their relationship up for jk was a mistake from the beginning. An accident made after not properly considering their decision.

The mattress shifts, and soon there’s a weight on either side of him. Not quite close enough to touch, like Jk’s porcelain. Like he might break.

He might.

“Jk, baby, please talk to us,” Nj says, voice soothing. He sees his hand come up, but hesitates before touching his bare shoulder. Jk shifts slightly, to lean into it. Nj gives a hum, and it sounds so pleased that Jk forgives himself for needing the affection.

Yg’s hand is soon on him, too, tangling in his fingers to make him release his grip on the slip.

“You’re our pretty, pretty bun. Even cry pretty.” Yg makes a face, then. “Really not fair, when you think about it.” Jk feels a slight smile pull at his cheeks despite

everything, and Yg squeezes his hand in response.

“I’m sorry,” Jk says eventually.

Nj’s thumb wipes below one of Jk’s eyes gently. “What on earth are you sorry for? Can you look at us, Jk-ah?”

Jk sniffles again, a gross sound that makes him cringe, but he looks up, eyes flickering between their matching expressions. Concern and adoration in equal measure, a bit confused. But there’s no rejection there, at least.

“Listening so well,” Yg praises, pulling at his own sleeve and bringing a sweater paw up to wipe up his face, unconcerned with the mixture of tears and mucus seeping into the fabric. Seeing them so caring makes more tears fall, though, and Nj continues to wipe them from below

his eyes before they can fall.

He means to just tell them this was a failed plan at looking sexy that he just wasn’t up for. That this sort of thing just isn’t for him, maybe, even if he likes the textures and patterns across his skin and the color across his lips.

But when he opens his mouth, he says, “I’m really scared you don’t need me. Or want me. At least, this way.” It comes out as barely more than a whisper, but Jk knows they heard him by how their expressions fall apart.

It’s silent for a bit, as the words settle. It would be

unnerving if not for the reassuring touches they continue to offer him.

“We talk about it a lot,” Yg finally says. Jk turns to face him and is surprised to find color in his cheeks. “Especially when we’re… together without you. We talk about how we want to take you apart.”

Jk blinks in surprise.

“We’re sorry for scaring you just now,” Nj adds. “You just looked so stunning. I think our jaws almost fell off seeing you all dressed up.” He drags a finger across one of the ears still in place on Jk’s head. “Our prettiest bun. Of course we were

awestruck. And of course we want you. This way and every way. We just don’t want to rush you into it.”

“But this is only if you want it, Jk-ah,” Yg quickly interrupts. “If you don’t like any of this, and you just wanted to do it for us… Then that’s really sweet, but Nj and

I just want you. More than anything in the world, bun.”

Jk shifts, the words settling like warmth in his stomach. He lets himself think about it again. The self he saw in the mirror. Without the nervous, wandering eyes. Just how he looked then, how he feels now.

How he feels even more now that he can see the gleam in his boyfriends’ eyes. He bites his lip, finally releasing it to whisper, “I like it.”

Nj leans in to kiss his cheek lightly. “We like it, too.”

“More than like it,” Yg scoffs, playfulling bending the tip of one of Jk’s

bunny ears, and Jk smiles bashfully. “Ah, finally. Now you have your bunny smile to match your ears.”

Nj’s hand settles lightly on Jk’s thigh, massaging it soothingly. “We don’t need to do anything today, though. You can surprise us again, if you want, but without

being so scared. How’s that sound, bun?”

Jk can’t help his pout. “Still want you now, though.” He fidgets with his slip again, looking down at how the white fabric contrasts against his skin, just above where Nj’s hand rests. “I don’t feel bad anymore, either. Just

embarrassed a little. I love you both a lot, you know.”

Nj and Yg meet eyes, a silent conversation passing between them.

“We love you, too, Jk-ah.” Yg says, combing his fingers through Jk’s hair. “So how about we just take care of you tonight?”

Jk perks up. “You still want to?”

“Yah–how don’t you realize?” Yg asks, exasperated. “We always want to take care of you.”

Nj pushes him delicately onto his back, and Yg leans forward to brush his bangs away and kiss his forehead.

“What should I–should I…” he struggles for a moment, then finishes lamely, “What should I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything, Jk-ah,” Yg says.

“We just want to take care of our bunny,” Nj adds. “Reward him for getting all dressed up for us. How’s that sound? Wanna be good

and let us take you apart?”

Jk is nodding before he even finishes his question, and he can feel Nj grin against the skin of his neck. “Can’t believe you dressed up for us. Put on your pretty clothes and your pretty makeup,” he says, slipping his hand under the strings of

beads across his chest. “What were you thinking about when you saw yourself in the mirror, baby?” Jk flushes further, somehow, and mumbles his response. “Be a good bun for hyungs and speak up, hmm?”

“I was practicing. Wasn’t sure how to wait for you. Needed you to want me.”

Yg groans deep in his throat. “Can’t believe our gorgeous bunny didn’t realize how much we want to ruin him. It’s a crime, Nj-ah.” Yg shifts to nip at his thighs, and Jk’s eyes flutter closed. “Is it okay if we take your panties off now, bun?”

Jk nods.

“Is it okay if we leave the slip on?” Nj adds , smile sharp enough to make Jk gasp.

He nods again. “Want hyungs to do whatever you want.”

“Hyungs just want to make you feel good, right now,” Yg responds easily. “Now lift your hips for us.”

Nj kisses him softly while Yg removes his panties, distracting him while Yg warms lube in his fingers. When Yg circles a finger around Jk’s entrance, Nj deepens the kiss. Jk’s mind almost short-circuits at the first stretch, mouth going lax for Nj to lick into with something

close to desperation.

“You look so beautiful under us like this, bunny,” Yg praises, Nj swallowing Jk’s moans. “Desperate and eager.”

Jk knows he’s embarrassingly hard already, sensitive and lit aflame by just Yg’s finger, being joined carefully by a second one. He whines

a bit, feeling Yg’s eyes on his face, warm cheeks and lips shining with a mixture of gloss and Nj’s saliva.

Nj moves to nose at his jaw, teeth briefly nipping at his ear. “Something else you want, baby? We’d give you the world, love.”

And Jk feel so warm, so cared for and

loved. But also– “Want to feel both of you.”

Nj curses, and Yg continues to stretch him, curling his fingers to find his prostate. Jk’s back arches off the bed with a moan, mind fuzzing at the edges, and he briefly feels the shifting of beads and lace. A reminder of what

he’s wearing, what he must look like.

He isn’t so scared anymore, only flushes with the knowledge of their attention, their hungry eyes. Nj’s sat back for a moment, so Yg leans forward to lick at Jk’s wet bottom lip. “Sound so pretty for us.” Yg tells him, and Jk can’t help

but whine at the acknowledgement of how loud he’s being. The older boy just smiles against his lips and curls his fingers again.

When Nj’s finger joins Yg’s, Jk feels himself melt into the covers with a sigh. He focuses on the feeling of both of them all over. Nj’s other

hand slipping under his slip to tease at his stomach. Yg’s bangs tickling at his chest when he shifts to wrap his lips around his nipple. Their fingers moving together with care, Yg wordlessly helping Nj find his sweet spot. Little praises whispered against his skin all the

while. Yg’s eyes, dark and searching, shift up to find Jk’s.

“Maybe next time we can buy our bunny a tail, hmm? Keep him full after we’ve fucked him open, one after the other.” Yg says it casually, like a suggestion, and Jk shivers when Nj’s eyes trace over him, imagining it.

“What does our bun think of that, hm?”

Jk’s face burns with the moan that leaves his lips. “Want it, please.”

“Our pretty bunny, so polite,” Nj murmurs approvingly.

Jk’s vision blurs again, and both his boyfriends pause immediately, but he’s already shaking his head.

“S-sorry,” he sniffs. “Not bad, feels nice. Feel pretty. Just a lot.” He tries to blink the tears away, but his eyes fill up again. “Sorry, ‘s weird. Please don’t stop.”

“Not weird,” Nj says, as Yg mouths at his nipple again. “We’re so lucky we get to see our pretty bun like this. Crying because we make him feel so good.” Their fingers start moving again, and Jk can only sigh softly at the feeling, at the phrases strung together so sweetly, as

a few more tears escape across his cheeks.

Jk gasps when someone’s fingers finally grasp his cock, jerking him off only lightly, but it’s enough.

He comes on both their fingers, their lips kissing either side of his jaw, their praises in his ear. Warm and safe and home.

[end]

This one... got away from me. BUT it is still on time where I am!! Thank you so much to @hopeful_writes for helping me figure out what to do when I was stuck with the prompt, among all the other things they helped me with. Ilysm! Hope ya'll enjoy my first 🔥 writes