Make You Feel My Love

Stupid in Love

*Part two of our favorite Polycule's reunion....

Jisung POV

Jackson's performance had been... electric- the dancers and stage effects dazzling and animalistic and painting a picture of a nearly demonic Jackson, a character I found...

Hot as fuck.

His manager came and got us when the show was almost done, so we could be backstage waiting for him after his final encore. He sauntered toward us, a huge smile you only got from putting everything into a performance painted across his face, and when he saw the three of us waiting for him, his eyes went soft, flickering to the small clutches of flowers he had all secretly procured for him.

"Baby...Ji...Min..." He scolded lightly, gathering the blooms in his hands, throwing his arms around me and kissing me happily. I was pleased- he'd seemed to gravitate toward Seungmin and Minho all day, and I'd been feeling a little side dish-ish. I let my hand wander over his half black and half red leather outfit, pulling him closer to me- reminding him of my feelings for him, the way he made me stupid in his presence.

"Jackson." I sighed when our lips parted, they way I let his name hang between us full of my neediness- the desire to have him fuck me hard and fast.

"Ji." He groaned back, his eyes looking into mine, like he was reading my thoughts. "My dressing room...now." He groaned and I was being drug behind him by the hand, Minho and Seungmin followed hurriedly, the moment we'd been waiting for all these months finally in sight.

He crashed us through the door, dropping the bouquets on the table next to the door delicately. He spun, his mouth on mine, his hands reaching out for the other two halves of our quartet, parting from me to crash his mouth into Minho's and then Seungmin's who was working the zipper at the back of his costume, freeing him of his clothes.

"Jiaozi?" Minho asked softly, his way of asking what Jackson was open to doing.

"Oh, fuck, yes Mr. Lee." He nodded, shrugging his clothes off. "I want..." his eyes went to me then Seungmin and back to Minho. "These two get to do both at the same time." He swallowed thickly, gesturing to me and Seungmin who was on his knees, helping Jackson out of his tight leather pants, his mouth kissing over the sweat slicked skin of his thigh like second nature.

"Say it." I hissed, my eyes focusing on his chest as I stepped forward, splaying my hands over his glistening pecs.

"Fuck me, Minho." He groaned. "While I fuck Ji." He said, like he'd been waiting a long time to put that order in.

"And Minnie?" Minho asked, eyebrow arched. It was clear he was indicating we all played, or no one played.

"I have an idea." Jackson smiled. "I've had a long time to plan this... so...um..." he trailed off, his eyes going to the couch across the room.

"Tell me where you want me, J." I cooed letting my mouth fall to his chest, my tongue swirling over one hard pebbled nipple just as Seungmin's mouth lowered over the head of his cock.

"Fuck." He gasped and he was reaching behind him for Minho,  craning his neck to side, kissing him as Minnie and I lapped at his salty sweat glistened body, desperate to have our mouths on him.

"It's okay- you can enjoy them first- they've wanted you a long time, Jiaozi." Minho spoke softly and his fingers were in my hair, guiding Jackson's hand there as well, holding me against him as I kissed and nibbled his chest, leaving a trail of pink marks in my mouth's wake.