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┊ one hot arrangement. [seokmin and seungcheol x fem oc]

“I w-was joking!” She exclaimed, and Seokmin only chuckled at her remarks.

“Oh? You were? Would you have preferred it if we were fucking in front of you?”

title: one hot arrangement word count: 1,236 words pairing: seokmin and seungcheol x fem oc characters: seokmin, seungcheol, fem oc language: english (narration), tagalog (dialogue) genre: nsfw, threesome, polyship, r18+ content warning: contains nsfw and threesome contents.

Rianne rushed home, to hers and Seokmin’s shared apartment. She was astounded to find both Seokmin and Seungcheol sitting in the living room. They were talking casually and stopped when she entered their apartment.

She knew what she read from Seokmin’s messages were true when her boyfriend grinned at her.

“She’s here. Should we discuss things first?” Seungcheol asked as they both looked at her.

Rianne could feel the heat rushing down her spine. She did imagine scenarios like these, unconsciously, whenever she wrote updates from the manhwa she had been working on these past few days. Though truthfully, that was of a different concept where Seokmin and Seungcheol would be fucking in front of her.

“Mukhang ‘wag muna. I could sense her imagination running wild na agad,” Seokmin said as he approached his girlfriend. “How would you like to do this, bubby?”

“What? I didn’t…” She trailed off as she felt Seungcheol moving closer to them. “I-I was…” She swallowed hard as she tried to take a step away from them, but Seokmin caught her by the arm.

“You were? Say it, bub. Ano ‘yun?” His voice sounded gentle, but the smirk was evident on his face.

“I w-was joking!” She exclaimed, and Seokmin only chuckled at her remarks.

“Oh? You were? Would you have preferred it if we were fucking in front of you?”

The answer was quite evident on her face as she blushed at the thought.

“You’re really something, bubby. Pero ayaw mong makipaghiwalay sa’kin? And you even said open ka sa three way?” Seokmin clicked his tongue then he lifted his girlfriend, carrying her in bridal style.

“Seokmin! Hindi na… Please…” She wasn’t scared, but heat was oddly burning inside her as the thought of them both playing with her flashed in her mind. She had only seen that stuff in mangas, which she avoided reading at first.

“Don’t worry, Rianne. We’ll be gentle, really gentle,” Seungcheol said as he followed them to their room.

She didn’t know what took over her. Rianne was extremely against this arrangement at first, but eventually, as they all started making out on the same huge bed, the need to be touched by these men roused inside her. And now he found herself naked and kneeling on the bed between Seokmin and Seungcheol.

“Akala ko ba ayaw mo? Bakit parang nagmamadali ka ngayon?” Seungcheol teased him as he whispered in her ear. He was behind her, his cock poking against her ass hole.

“Huwag mo nang asarin, Seungcheol. F.O. tayo kapag nagbackout ‘yung girlfriend ko,” Seokmin chuckled as he held her girlfriend’s waist. “Go ahead, Rianne. Put our cocks inside you,” he urged her as he rubbed himself against her pussy.

Rianne looked up to him, letting out soft sighs as she grabbed Seungcheol’s cock from behind. Her lips parted wider as she panted heavily, eyes locked on his boyfriend as Seungcheol’s cock made its way inside her. Fortunately, they have done enough foreplay earlier, making it less painful as Seungcheol’s cock stretches her ass hole open.

“You’re so tight,” he grunted as he held onto her hips, just above Seokmin’s hands, making sure to stay still to let her adjust to his size.

“Ahh… Seokmin…” She moaned softly, moving back a bit, unconsciously pressing her back against Seungcheol’s chest as she arched her hips forward. Seokmin’s cock was slowly slipping inside her, stretching her pussy.

Her head fell backwards, resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder as their cocks buried inside her. The two men stayed still as they both let her adjust to their cocks’ sizes. And when they felt Rianne’s hips moving, they both started following her slowed pace.

Seokmin shoved his cock deeper in a painfully slow pace, letting her feel his thick, veiny cock rubbing against her walls. Seungcheol did the same thing while his hand reached for her chest. He buried his face on his shoulder as he cupped and squeezed her breast.

“Unnng… Seokmin…” She moaned as her boyfriend pushed her closer to Seungcheol, his hand around her girlfriend’s neck.

The feeling of being restricted with two cocks thrusting inside her simultaneously was enough to drive her on edge. She arched her chest and bucked her hips up, as if trying to follow their every movement. “Oh, ano? Masarap?” He teased her as he slammed his cock a bit roughly this time, wanting to reach the deepest parts of her.

Rianne could only moan in response as her insides squeezed their cocks. She wanted to move her hips, but the two were holding her still, so she moved her head instead, turning a bit to face Seungcheol. She reached for his cheek and claimed his lips.

Soft, muffled moans brushed past her lips as she deepened the kiss, her tongue making its way inside his mouth. They were in the midst of tasting each other’s mouth when Seokmin thrusted deeper inside her, making her jolt then he pulled her away from Seungcheol, breaking their kiss only to claim her girlfriend’s lips.

The kiss was loud and sloppy and Rianne couldn’t hide as excitement brewed within her. Her hands were on Seokmin’s shoulder and Seungcheol’s arm as if grabbing on them for support as they continued to pound on her.

“Ugh… Hah…” She moaned on Seokmin’s mouth before forcing her tongue inside his mouth. She moved her face closer, wanting to kiss him more as Seokmin sucked her tongue.

Seungcheol on the contrary started playing with her breasts and nipples, pinching and tugging them, confusing her senses as he stimulated her body even more. He shoved his cock deeper, finally increasing his pace as he tugged her hips down.

The bed was creaking loudly with the way they were moving on top of it. His hand then snaked from her hips up to her chest, grabbing her neck and pulling him away from Seokmin. A loud whine escaped her mouth before Seungcheol shoved his tongue inside her mouth.

He kissed him torridly as they thrash their hips faster, shoving their cocks deeper and abusing her sweet bundle of nerves even more. Seokmin started slamming his cock deeper, pulling his cock halfway out before shoving it back swiftly.

The heat burned inside her as they abused her holes, hitting her sweet spots continuously. She could feel the heat dragging her even deeper as pleasure exploded on her chest. She only pulled away from the kiss as she felt that sweet sensation pooling on the pits of her stomach.

Her head fell on Seungcheol’s shoulder, her mouth agape and eyes tightly shut as a series of loud moans escaped her throat. The two were even moaning and groaning as they, too, were slowly reaching their orgasms. Seokmin pulled the two of them closer by wrapping his arms around Seungcheol’s waist, squeezing Rianne’s breasts against his chest.

"Seokmin... I'm gonna... I’m gonna cum..." She cried as pleasure seeped through her nerves, driving her more on edge. “Hah… Ahh... Unnng... Fuck... Fuck..." She chanted breathlessly, arching her chest and bucking her hips up. Her body shuddered, as she moaned their names loudly. She could feel her warm juice exploding inside her as she came.

It didn't take long for the both of them to reach their climax. The moment Rianne came, they both slammed their cocks shoving it deeper. They moaned and groaned loudly as they came inside her, filling her up on each hole.

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┊ Covetousness [a jicheol oneshot]

— “Why are you being impatient, baby? Hindi naman ako tatakbo."

title: Covetousness. word count: 2,575 words pairing: jihoon x seungcheol characters: jihoon, seungcheol, jeonghan, seokmin, mingyu, minghao language: english (narration), tagalog (dialogue) genre: nsfw, heavy teasing. content warning: contains nsfw content. summary: when jihoon felt jealousy because of a fancam fanservice of his husband.

“Jihoon! Kanina pa tunog ng tunog phone mo rito. Hindi mo ba ‘to ichecheck?” Jeonghan asked.

Jihoon shrugged as he drank the last bit of his third glass of Mojito. “Hayaan mo ‘yan. Badtrip pa rin ako.” He turned back to the bartender. “Another Mojito please,” he ordered and smiled at him.

They were at the bartender stand close to the pool. Minghao and Mingyu were busy doing their own thing, taking photos of each other and maybe touring the other side of the resort. Who cares about that, anyway? Jihoon’s feeling quite the unimaginable jealousy he had felt since Seungcheol’ career started.

“Huwag ka naman magpakalasing. Mahirap ka kaya buhatin,” Jeonghan chimed an irritated look at his friend.

“Okay lang. Gapang na lang ako, psh,” he answered in a nonchalant tone.

Jeonghan could only sigh in defeat. As much as he wanted to take his friend’s drink, he knew too well how Jihoon would not hesitate to throw a tantrum in public. “One Martini please,” he said to the bartender, who gladly made his drink.

As they say, if you can’t beat them, join them. And in this case, that’s what Jeonghan will do.

They were in the midst of enjoying their own drinks while discussing some of the pointers at the conference earlier when a pair of men approached them.

“Hi? Would you mind if we join the two of you?” One of them asked, both holding a bottle of expensive beer.

Jeonghan cocked an eyebrow as he looked at them, while Jihoon threw a bored look at the pair. “Yes. Please get lost,” he said in a bored tone. And the way the two strangers glanced at each other, it appeared that they took his answer the wrong way.

They were both pretty built and seemed to be foreigners, but they wouldn’t compare to Seungcheol and Seokmin’s built. Jihoon ordered another glass of Mojito when he felt unfamiliar hands on his waist. His eyebrows furrowed as he turned his attention back to the strangers who approached them.

“Stop playing hard to get, pretty. I know you’re looking for well-built men. I’ve been eyeing you since earlier and you kept on throwing glances at me, at us, if that mattered,” the irritating ego in the man’s voice annoyed the shit out of him.

“Anong klaseng delusyon meron ‘to?” He mumbled to himself. Jihoon was already having the most annoying day of his life, and yet, these two strangers still decided to add up to the piling shits. “Keep your hands off me,” he warned them, hands forming into small fists as he glared at him.

The man only smirked at him, as if he was enjoying the feisty behavior that Jihoon was showing.

‘Should I sue them for life imprisonment? Or pagbayaran ko ba sila ng danyos? Which option would make me feel better?’ He suddenly thought.

Just as when the man was about to force his way on him, a huge shadow towered from behind him. A familiar hand gripped the stranger’s shoulder, peeling him off him with force. “Should I break your hands for not listening to a word he just said?” His baritone voice made the man shiver in fear.

Seungcheol was wearing a black mask and shades, but it felt like he could see through them and take his soul for being such an asshole. “H-H-He was throwing dirty looks at m-m-me earlier…” The man stuttered as he forced his delusions out.

Jihoon shook his head. “Liar. I was just looking around. It was you who kept on glancing at us.”

“Get lost or I’ll bash your head on the countertop,” he growled as he gripped the stranger’s shoulder firmly, making the man wince in pain.

“Y-Y-You whore!” The man spat at him before he dashed out of the scene, taking his friend with him, who was also scared as fuck with Seokmin’s arrival.

The air was dark and intimate, as if tension had blended with the summery vibe they were enjoying earlier.

“Come with me,” Seungcheol uttered, gaze pierced on his husband’s eyes.

But Jihoon protested. “Ayoko. I’m gonna drink dito.”

The latter sighed as he took off his shades. “Do you want a scandal brewing here, Jihoon?”

He scoffed at him. “Go the fuck ahead. I wouldn’t care about another scandal, you thirst trap.”

Losing the last bit of patience he had, Seungcheol turned his attention to Seokmin and Jeonghan who were hugging each other. “Mauna na kami. Thank you ulit sa pagsabay, Vince,” he said, fist bumping with the other.

“No probs. Gusto ko rin mabantayan ‘tong isa, e.”

“Matt!” Jihoon exclaimed when his husband scooped him up, placing him over his shoulder and carrying him like a sack of rice. He gripped firmly on the back of his jacket, too stunned to even curse at him and too afraid to fall on the floor.

“Stay still, Jihoon. I’m trying my hardest not to fuck you outside,” Seungcheol’ tone was colder and firmer this time as he had lost the remaining patience he had.

The staff and other guests at the lobby were throwing glances at them as they Mingyued towards the elevator. He instantly stepped inside the elevator as soon as the doors were opened. There were others who were waiting to ride on it, but they were too scared to stay in the same elevator as the man who was covered with a thick and scary aura.

Seungcheol only placed Jihoon down when the elevator doors were closed. He removed his black mask and quickly pulled him to a tight back hug, arms around his waist and his face buried on the back of his head. “Dito ka lang. Sumasakit ng konti ‘yung ulo ko,” he mumbled, his hot breath brushing on his husband’s nape.

Jihoon felt a hot shiver run down his spine at the sudden contact. “Hmm…” He swallowed hard as he tried to move a little away from him, not wanting to let his body be swayed by his man’s sweet temptations.

His husband noticed this, but he decided to play along. “Sinong nagsabi na magtopless ka?” He asked as his hands started roaming around the front side of his body, from his lower abdomen up to his chest.

“T-Tumigil ka nga—ah…” Jihoon curled down when the latter cupped his chest and his inner thigh. “Stop… Stop… Stop…” He hissed under his breath, eyes brimming with tears as the heat engulfed him in a blink.

He was hot all over and found himself grinding against him in sheer desperation. It annoyed him how he suddenly became a hungry wolf at just his husband’s touch. Was it two or three months since they last did it?

“My pretty wifey missed me this much? And you’re even willing to get fucked in the elevator? How endearing~” He hummed sweetly on his ears as his hand traveled from his inner thigh to the bulge on his wet shorts.

Fortunately for them, the elevator was not stopping at any floors. It was just moving at a slowed pace, as if someone was controlling it.

Jihoon could feel the heat climbing up to his head, making him dizzier at each passing second. “Bakit ang tagal? Nasaan ba ang floor mo?” He whined at him, his fingers digging on his husband’s arms.

Seungcheol chuckled at his impatience. He was taking his sweet time kissing and biting his exposed shoulders when he answered him. “Sa pinaka last. Was it their penthouse floor? I’m not sure either, baby.”

“Stop… Stop biting… Galing ako sa p-pool and–and there’s—fuck, Seungcheol… May chlorine ‘yung balat ko…” He was panting and gasping and stumbling on his words each time he tried to stop him from biting and sucking his skin.

“I’m not gonna die with a little taste of chlorine, my love. But I can see how you’re at your limit. Do you want me to fuck you right here?” He offered as he pressed his bulging cock against the clothed gap of his ass cheeks.

This drew out the lust that Jihoon had been keeping to himself since Tempest’s busy schedule started. He held onto the side bar inside the elevator as his ass perked up, rubbing himself more against him. “We can't…” He whispered almost breathlessly, head throwing backwards as he let out a strangled moan.

Seungcheol’ hand was now inside his shorts and the latter growled as he realized how his husband was not wearing any underwear inside his swimming shorts. “My, my. What do we have here?” He mumbled as his lips reached his cheek. Seungcheol’ hand wrapped around his husband’s cock, giving it a tight squeeze before caressing it.

“Seungcheol…” He moaned, toes curling up and his knees subtly giving up as waves of pleasure washed over him. “M-Malapit na… Please, n-not here…” His words slurred out of his parched mouth as his husband continued to tease the life out of him.

And as soon as the elevator door opened at the last floor, Seungcheol scooped him up in a bridal carry and headed out of the elevator. He placed him down beside the door as he looked for his keycard on the back of his pockets.

“Dalian mo,” Jihoon muttered as he climbed on top of him, wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. This only distracted Seungcheol, luckily he was able to find his keycard and open the door with it.

“Why are you being impatient, baby? Hindi naman ako tatakbo,” he chuckled before claiming his lips.

The kiss was hot and sloppy, like it was their first time kissing each other’s mouth again for the last few weeks to months they have been busy.

“Hnnng…” Jihoon moaned in his mouth as his husband pressed his back against the wall.

The keycard fell from Seungcheol’ hand as he reached for the hem of Jihoon’s shorts, tugging it down until his ass was exposed but not fully removing them. He struggled a bit when he reached for his own pants, unzipping and unbuttoning it to take his cock out.

They didn’t have the right mind to bring themselves to their room as desire kept on taunting their senses.

“Fuck… Jihoon… Ang sikip mo…” He groaned loudly as he slammed his cock inside his tight hole.

Jihoon pressed the back of his head against the wall, mouth agape as his husband’s cock forced its way inside him, ripping his hole deliciously. “A-Ahh… Not too d-deep…” Jihoon whined as his cock instantly reached his ball of nerves.

“I’m not hearing you so clearly, my love,” Seungcheol teased him as he moved his hips, their bodies colliding in a rough manner as his cock slammed deeper, hitting his sensitive nerves again, making him whine even louder.

Seungcheol repeated his rough movements, tugging his husband’s hips down each time he pounded him roughly. He, too, was enjoying the sight in front of him. Jihoon’s widely parted lips, his eyes tightly shut, and the fucked up face he kept on making each time he abused his sweet spot.

“Ahhh… Unnng…” He moaned loudly, squirming on top of him as his cock rubbed against the texture of his shorts. “Oh, God… Seungcheol!” Jihoon exclaimed, tears falling on his cheeks as waves and waves of pleasure exploded all over his body, knocking his senses out.

But this wasn’t the pure fuckery he had envisioned as Seungcheol was still agitated with the thought of his husband playing in the pool while he was half naked, topless to be precise.

“I’m sorry, baby. You must be forgetting that I’m upset,” Seungcheol whispered close to his face as he slowed his movements.

Jihoon, who was caught in a sexual bind, forced his eyes open. The frustration and lust were evident in his misty eyes. The expression on his face pulled Seungcheol’ heartstrings. It had been so long since he had witnessed his husband’s sex crazed face.

“Please… I want to cum…” And Jihoon begging acted as the cherry on top, like he could forget whatever happened just so he could see him go crazy for his cock.

“Alam na alam mo kung paano ako kukunin, e,” he muttered as he carried him to the bed.

He pulled his cock out and threw him on the bed. Jihoon whined at the sudden loss of contact from his husband’s cock. Seungcheol stood on the side of the bed as he peeled off his clothes, throwing them on the floor.

The left part of the room was surrounded with huge windows, giving anyone the fuller view of what they were doing.

“Fuck… You’re so desperate… You’re leaving me no choice of holding back,” he whispered as he found his husband spreading his legs up, all ready for him to fuck him again.

“Please… My body’s aching for you…” He pleaded, hands reaching for his ass cheeks and spreading it more for him.

Seungcheol could feel his cock twitching as he crawled on the bed, towards him. “Huwag mo ‘kong sisisihin kung hindi ka makakalakad ng ilang araw pagkatapos nito.”

He knelt on the bed and pushed his weight down on Jihoon, pressing his husband's legs closer to his chest, as if folding him and sandwiching him against the bed.

“Oh, fuck…” Jihoon cursed under his breath, chest arching up as Seungcheol slammed his cock back inside him. His mouth was agape, eyes tightly shut, and a series of loud moans erupting his parched throat as his husband fucked him relentlessly.

His walls clamped around his cock tightly as the heat plunged his senses, drowning him deeper in pleasure. Their hotel room was filled with their lewd noises they were making and the loud creaking of the bed.

Seungcheol didn’t stop even when his husband passed out that day. Jihoon woke up with an aching body the next day and his neck, shoulders, and chest filled with purplish marks, as if Seungcheol didn’t want to leave any skin on his upper body untouched.

“Madaya ka ah… Bakit ako lang may parusa na ganito? E, makulit ka rin naman kahapon?” Jihoon grumbled under his breath as he snuggled underneath the comforter.

Seungcheol sighed as he brushed his hair back. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, preparing the cart of food he ordered as their breakfast.

“I was forced to do that dahil dun sa isang coordinator. Fan service raw sabi niya, but that doesn’t equate to you exposing your body in public, Jihoon. I had to contact countless people just to take down the posts about you.”

Jihoon was annoyed that his husband was half right about this issue, so he hid under the comforter instead. “I know I shouldn’t be complaining kasi it’s part of your career as an idol, but… Kainis ka pa rin for doing that…”

Seungcheol smiled gently as he watched him hide under the comforter. “I’m sorry na, mahal ko. I won’t ever do that again,” he hummed as he lay down beside him, hugging his figure.

“Hmp… If you do that ulit, swimming trunks na lang susuotin ko next time tapos fitted rashguard.”

The thought of his husband wearing those things made his cock throb. “Sige. Basta be prepared na I’ll mark every crevice on your body. At hindi kita paglalakarin ng isang linggo.”

“Seungcheol!” Jihoon exclaimed as he pulled the comforter off his head, throwing glares at his husband.

It was probably because he missed him so much that he was able to take his cock again that day, giving himself another two days of being locked in their bedroom.