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gimmeurtmi · 13 hours

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bad day — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, angry!minnie (not at reader), an unhinged mess.

inspo: @tasteracha, the enabler™️

notes: ig my 2min throuple adventures start now. i should definitely be asleep but i’ve been possessed and this was created. i’m oh so sorry for this but i couldn’t sleep thinking about it.

{ wc: 2413 }

“ugh!”

slam.

you quickly paused the show you were watching to bring your attention towards the entrance of your home, watching a very agitated seungmin throwing his shoes by the door. minho silently toed his own shoes off, face neutral as he just stood behind seungmin, following his movements like a cautious animal trying to approach a stranger.

“i just don’t fucking understand why he has to be so difficult,” seungmin started ranting, walking over to the fridge. he took out a bottle of water, slamming the fridge door behind him before he angrily gulped down half the drink. then he huffed again.

“and what is he telling me all that for the second before we finish work? what am i supposed to do about it now?”

minho didn’t answer any of seungmin’s questions, having known him long enough to understand they were all rhetorical anyway. he didn’t need answers, or advice, or anything like that. he didn’t even really need minho to listen to him. he just needed to vent.

you knew that too, so you didn’t probe at the pair at all, just silently observed them from your spot on the floor.

“hey,” minho tried, taking a step closer to the younger boy, “i’ll make us something to eat and we can just forget about this.”

“i’m not hungry,” seungmin huffed, walking over to the couch and plopping down on it angrily.

minho followed him, sitting down on the other side of you—or where your back was leaning against the bottom of the couch.

“are you hungry, bunny?” minho asked you, rubbing your shoulder softly.

“not yet, i had lunch late,” you smiled softly.

minho nodded at your answer, leaning into the cushions as he countined to observe seungmin. he was biting at his lip, brows scrunched together in annoyance.

you turned around in your spot, leaning your knees against the bottom of the couch to face them. you brought your hand onto seungmin’s knee, rubbing it softly.

“wanna ta—“

“—no,” he said.

“welcome home hug then?” you offered, cautiously. seungmin wasn’t usually in such bad moods, and you knew to approach him delicately in this kind of state.

he looked at you, his bangs hiding his eyes slightly, and nodded. he reminded you of a wounded puppy, and so you almost jumped up from your seat to embrace him. instead, you slowly climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around him as he buried his face in your chest. you placed your chin on his head, rubbing his back softly as you felt him sighing against your skin.

minho placed his hand on both your arms, speaking softly as he said, “i’ll talk to her tomorrow with you, we’ll sort it together.”

“thanks, hyung,” seungmin sighed, pulling away from your embrace.

you kept your arms around his shoulder, massaging his skin lightly.

seungmin ran his hands up and down your thighs, his expression telling you he was definitely still thinking about whatever it was that happened. his eyes weren’t focused on anything in particular.

“i’m so done with this fucking day,” he sighed again, letting his head fall back onto the cushions.

you looked over at minho, concern clear on your features. but it wasn’t present on his.

“we got you, minnie,” he said, shuffling closer on the couch until their thighs were touching. “we’re home now and the day is over.”

“yeah,” you agreed, kissing seungmin’s shoulder. “you’re home and we’re here with you.”

“do i say something cheesy like ‘nothing can bother me when i’m with you’?” he rolled his eyes, a small shadow of a smile playing on his lips.

“technically you just said it, so…” minho smirked.

“i hate you, hyung,” seungmin groaned.

“that’s not accurate,” he teased back.

you chuckled at them, unable to stop the obviously goofy smile you were wearing.

you wrapped your arms around seungmin’s middle, curling into his body as you rested your head on his chest. “i’m glad you two are home now.”

seungmin closed his eyes, still resting his head on the pillows, hand rubbing up and down your back.

“it is nice to be home after this shitty stupid day,” he mumbled.

“let’s order some food and watch something and you can forget about everything that happened,” you offered brightly, picking your head up from his chest to smile down at him. seungmin just shrugged before echoing that he wasn’t hungry.

you looked over at minho, eyebrows folded together—near defeat. he looked unfazed, as if he knew exactly how to calm seungmin down.

he smiled at you, confirming that thought.

“bunny, i think there’s another way we can help him relax and forget about his shitty stupid day,” minho said lowly, reaching for your hand and locking your fingers together.

you nodded, eager to do anything to get your boyfriend out of his foul mood.

minho kissed your knuckles softly before smiling and saying, “wanna get on your knees for us?”

you smirked, nodding happily before you climbed off seungmin’s lap and sat on your knees.

as soon as minho spoke, seungmin’s head flew up from the cushions, looking between the pair of you.

“i, it’s, it’s okay—“

“—shh,” minho soothed, running his hand down seungmin’s inner thigh, “i said we got you.”

you placed yourself between seungmin’s legs, shuffling closer when minho spread them apart to give you more space.

“wanna know what he said when we finished practice?” minho smirked at you, his hand moving higher and higher.

“hyung,” seungmin groaned, his neck flushing red.

“he kept making mistakes,” minho wanted to remind him, “but as soon as we were done he said when we got home he’d ruin your cunt. so i told him it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t remember the routine.”

you chuckled, grinning when you saw seungmin squirming in his seat. you both liked it when minho talked like this to either one of you—something about how casually he’d say such dirty things.

you slid your hands higher until they settled on seungmin’s crotch, feeling his cock hardening beneath your fingers. minho ran his hand over the belt, moving back and forth as he rested his head on seungmin’s shoulder.

“look at how pretty she is like that,” he said lowly, as if he didn’t want you to hear.

“so pretty,” seungmin sighed, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“we’re gonna take such good care of you, minnie,” minho promised, slipping the belt out of the buckle. “would that be okay?”

“yeah, yes,” seungmin nodded, shifting around slightly to help minho push his pants down his thighs, letting you take over and push them past his knees.

you dragged your nails across his inner thigh, giggling when he whined.

“you ready, bunny?” minho smiled down at you, catching your chin between his fingers.

you nodded, grinning at him when he smiled proudly. “and you know kim seungmin hates mess, yeah?”

you nodded dutifully.

“so you’re gonna have to swallow everything he gives you, baby. can you do that for us?”

“yes, minho,” you replied, excitement fluttering your core.

“should we make a bit of a mess before you start,” minho looked over at seungmin, smirking, “just to piss him off?”

“you’re so annoying, min,” you chuckled, laughing as seungmin rolled his eyes.

you let minho pull you up onto your knees, grabbing your chin and kissing you messily. his tongue moved against yours roughly, purposely letting his spit gather down your lips, grabbing your hair and pulling on it unceremoniously. but you knew it was on purpose.

after a few minutes minho pulled away, smirking at what was clearly your messy demeanour, before nudging you closer to seungmin.

“all yours,” he smirked.

seungmin sucked his teeth before pulling you closer, smoothing down your hair and wiping the slick off your chin.

“beautiful,” he smiled when he was done, pecking your lips softly.

“she was beautiful before,” minho said, leaning his elbow on the cushion behind seungmin’s head.

“i know,” seungmin shrugged.

you shuffled closer until there was no more closer to go, placing your hands on seungmin’s thighs. minho’s fingers were moving up and down his boxers slowly, waiting for your small nod to tell him you were ready. when you were, they both pushed the fabric down, seungmin’s cock resting against his stomach. you felt your mouth water at the sight of him fully hard in front of you. he was definitely frustrated.

you looked at minho, following his lead as he grabbed seungmin’s cock and pumped it once then twice, before moving it to your lips. you let the tip rest against them for a few moments before you stuck out your tongue, smiling as seungmin sighed lightly.

“don’t be shy, baby,” minho encouraged, “we know you can take all of him straight away.”

“even when he’s so big?” you asked, eyes wide as you looked up at them.

“mhm,” he smiled, “you can take him.”

you slid the tip in your mouth, sucking around it slowly as you let more and more of him slip past your lips.

minho brought his spare hand into seungmin’s hair, playing with the locks softly as he encouraged both of you. reminded you how well you were doing.

“fuck, that feels good,” seungmin moaned, nuzzling closer into minho’s touch. “so good.”

“we’re gonna make sure minnie feels so much better, aren’t we, bunny?” minho asked, his voice so soft you let your eyes flutter closed.

you quickly hummed in affirmation, inhaling as seungmin moaned loudly in response. you could tell from the way his thighs were flexing that he was holding back, trying not to thrust up into your mouth.

“you know he likes it deeper,” minho reminded you, “do you think you can take it deeper for us?”

you hummed again, seungmin burying his face in minho’s shoulder as he moaned out louder. you breathed in through your nose, focusing on minho’s praises as you pushed more and more of him into your mouth.

“fuck,” seungmin whimpered, breathing deeply against minho’s neck. minho dragged his nails against seungmin’s scalp, letting him relax against his body.

“feels good, yeah? she’s so good at that, isn’t she?”

“so fucking good, hyung, fuck,” he moaned.

“want it faster?”

“yes, please, god,” seungmin whined.

minho’s other hand made its way into your hair, grabbing enough of it to use as leverage before he started moving your head up and down seungmin’s length.

“like that, baby?”

all seungmin could do was whine, telling you both to keep going.

you swallowed, trying your best to keep the spit and the mess to a minimum. but you knew seungmin was too far gone to actually care about any of that now.

“he’s close, bunny,” minho warned you, tugging your hair faster as he moved you shallowly up and down.

“so close, bubs, fuck, please,” he cried out.

you steadied your hands on his thighs, focusing on your breathing as you felt him twitching against your tongue.

seungmin grabbed minho’s arm, halting his movements as his orgasm crashed through him. loudly.

a few seconds later a warmness coated your mouth, thick and salty and familiar.

minho planted a few kisses on seungmin’s forehead, letting him come down from his high at his own pace. you rubbed small circles into his thigh as you swallowed everything down, your tongue and jaw feeling overworked.

minho grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly, even with most of his focus on seungmin. you both looked at him, admiring the way his hair stuck to his forehead, the light flush in his cheeks, the blissful glow overtaking his skin.

after a few moments, seungmin opened his eyes and chuckled airily.

minho took that as a sign to turn the attention back to you, telling you to stick out your tongue for them.

when you did, minho smiled brightly. “such a good girl, you did so so well.”

“you were so good, bubs,” seungmin agreed, still catching his breath. “you too, hyung.”

minho nodded.

“come here,” he ordered, pulling your interlocked hands upwards and helping you regain your balance. you sat down on seungmin’s other side, stretching out your legs that were tucked underneath you for a little too long.

you wrapped a hand around seungmin’s middle, resting your head on his shoulder. minho mirrored your actions, laying his arm on top of yours, rubbing your skin softly.

“thank you,” seungmin said after a few moments, a hand on both your shoulders.

in sync, you each placed a kiss on his cheek—the three of you laughing loudly at the coincidence.

“wanna eat something now?” minho mumbled.

“yes. i’m starving,” seungmin groaned.

minho rolled his eyes.

he moved to get up from the little pile you’ve created on the couch, but was promptly brought back down by seungmin’s hand.

“don’t move. just order something,” seungmin suggested, in a pretty demanding tone.

minho just chuckled, fulfilling his task nonetheless.

when the order was placed you moved closer into seungmin’s body, close enough that you could easily brush your lips against minho’s.

“thanks,” you said softly.

“you did more than ninty precent of the work,” minho chuckled, chasing your lips for a few more kisses.

“yeah,” you whispered, “but you know us so well. and you always take care of us.”

minho smiled, resting his head back on seungmin’s chest as he let his eyes close.

“he was in such a bad mood today, it was getting on my nerves.”

you exchanged a look with seungmin, both of you agreeing that was definitely not minho’s only reason.

instead of acknowledging minho’s silent affection, seungmin said, “can someone get me a blanket or something my dick is freezing.”

you huffed as you pulled away, grabbing the fuzzy throw blanket off the armchair across from the couch and chucking it at seungmin.

“you two are insufferable.”

your point was proven when they both just grinned at you, each offering out an arm in invitation back into their embrace. you rolled your eyes playfully before jumping happily into their hold, sighing peacefully as you nuzzled your face against minho’s shoulder while seungmin kissed your temple.

“you’ll feel better after the food,” minho promised, voice low and soothing.

“i feel better with you two here,” seungmin confessed, his eyes shut while a small smile sat on his face.

“huh,” minho mused, “so he did end up saying it.”

“don’t ruin the moment, hyung,” seungmin warned with a small sigh, eyes still closed.

you laughed at them, grabbing onto minho’s back and pulling him in closer.

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gimmeurtmi · 3 days

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breathe — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader x lee minho

tags: established relationship, polyamory, bdsm, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, throuple, mxm, degradation, pet play, breath play, collars and leashes, anal!!, butt plugs, oral (m receiving), nipple play (f), choking, seungmin and his canonically established pain kink, thigh humping, unprotected sex, sub/dom dynamics, sub!reader, mean dom!seung, soft dom!minho, implied subspace, use of “slut”, “bunny”, “bubs”, “pet”, “dumb”, slight humiliation kink, choking on cum, use of a non-verbal stop light system, reader goes yellow but it’s all good, absolutely sappy in the end, smut with so many feelings, lmk if i missed something!

inspo: 2min in the new teaser pics

notes: again, i got carried away. it appears the dirtier i try to make something the sappier it turns out. i think i started this two days ago and my mood drastically changed from horny as fuck to in love as fuck. please let me know how this turned out 🥹

{ wc: 5610 }

“And you’re sure you want to do this?” Minho asks, softly, as he turns the collar around in his hands.

It’s pink, a little bell hanging off the metal heart in the middle, three different slots available to tighten for size.

Seungmin bought it last week, after five whole days of discussions.

You asked your boyfriends for a collar, and Seungmin instantly agreed. Although it took a little more time to persuade Minho. He wanted it, you could tell by the crimson shade of his ears as soon as you initially brought the idea up—but Minho was the kind of boyfriend that never wanted to hurt you. Even though he knew you enjoyed it, he always wanted to protect you. Seungmin understood both of you equally, which was what helped the three of you work as flawlessly as you did. Seungmin shared Minho’s concerns, heard them and nodded his head silently, while also teasing you for how excited the idea made you.

In the end, Seungmin showed you three collars and when your eyes lingered a few seconds longer on the pink one he added it to his cart that night.

Yesterday the package arrived.

“Minho, I’m sure,” you promise him, “it’s gonna be so fucking hot.”

Minho smirked at you, shy and excited, his eyes locked on yours.

“You know Kim Seungmin loves you on your knees,” he says lowly, “I do, too.”

“You do?” You smile.

“Mhm hmm,” Minho nods sharply, “look so pretty with your beautiful eyes looking up at us.”

“Min, please,” you say, so soon, “put it on me?”

“Go get dressed,” Minho orders, “Seungminnie is gonna get here in ten minutes and then we can do everything you asked for.”

You smile big, excitedly clapping your hands together. Minho chuckles at you, eyes sparkling before he plants a small kiss on your lips.

“Go on,” he says, enamoured, before sitting back on the bed—collar still clutched tightly in his hand.

You quickly go to the bathroom, where your outfit is waiting on the counter. You get dressed, your new matching pink lace set fitting your body perfectly. The thong is a little tight, but you don’t think it’s gonna stay on for too long—so you don’t mind it much.

You take a look in the mirror, silently thanking Seungmin for his taste in lingerie; it makes you feel so incredibly sexy. You can’t wait to feel their eyes on you as they see the way the pink fabric compliments your curves.

With excitement, butterflies dancing all around your insides, you take a deep breath before walking back into the bedroom.

Minho’s spread on the bed, hand tucked behind his head as he scrolls on his phone. You can tell he’s looking forward to tonight, his sweats doing a poor job at concealing his already present bulge.

When he hears the bathroom door close shut, he looks up. His mouth falls open, front teeth peeking out as he looks you up and down three times. Then, “holy shit.”

“You like it?”

Minho swallows, eyes growing wide as he nods repeatedly.

“God, bunny,” he says, slightly breathless, “look at you.”

“I think I like it better when you look at me,” you chuckle.

“I’m looking,” he says, licking his lips, “god. Fuck.”

He sits up, his phone long forgotten and with a small flick of his fingers calls you over. You waste no time at all, quickly climbing on the bed to sit by his side.

“So pretty like this,” he runs his hands over your hair, softly brushing it with his fingers. “Pretty bunny.”

His hand leaves your hair after a few moments, running down your bare back before he softly cups your ass.

“So soft,” he hums, tucking his finger under the fabric of your g-string. He runs his finger up and down, tugging it tighter around you.

With his other hand, Minho runs his fingers over your stomach, higher and higher until he cups your tits in his hand. He’s gentle, rubbing his thumb over the soft lace and when your breath hitches he starts circling your nipple through your pink bra.

“Wanna touch you all over,” he mumbles, “but I don’t think it’ll be right to take these off yet. Look how perfect your tits are in this.”

You blush at his words but Minho is too distracted by your chest to comment on it. He pushes the cup down, only enough for your nipple to peak out, and then he rubs his thumb over it in quick motions.

You moan softly, mouth gaped and body already reeling from the touch. Something about Minho not even undressing you before he starts playing with your body ignites a fire in your stomach.

He leans forward, looking up at you as his lips wrap around your nipple, sparkling eyes locking on yours as he flicks his tongue repeatedly around your sensitive bud.

“Min, that feels really nice,” you sigh, carding your fingers through his soft hair. He smiles up at you, tongue flicking through his open lips before he closes his eyes—eagerly sucking around your nipple.

With a soft pop he moves away, rubbing his hand against your waist before giving the same attention to your other breast, eager to keep hearing your soft moans.

His hands join together behind your back, rubbing up and down freely before he cups your ass. He hums, content, the vibrations against your skin sending butterflies into your core.

He pulls away again, satisfied for the time being, looking up at you.

“I had an idea,” he says, lowly, “there was something else in the box I didn’t show you.”

“What was it?”

Minho reaches underneath the pillow, pulling out a long and white fluffy tail. You feel your face burning up.

“Why didn’t Seungmin say anything?” You ask, excitement buzzing through you at the idea of wearing a tail with the collar.

“This one was my idea,” Minho admits, a shy smile on his face.

“You can put it on me,” you say with a grin.

Then, Minho turns it around, showing you the small butt plug attached to the end of the tail.

You let out a small gasp, your lips forming a perfect circle at the realisation Minho actually bought you a toy like this. Your cheeks are so warm.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” you admit, taking the tail into your hands and inspecting it closer. The plug itself isn’t too big, but since the three of you don’t experiment with anal that often you know you’d feel a stretch either way. You feel your walls clench for a moment at the thought of wearing it.

“I didn’t expect it either,” Minho admits, cupping your ass and rubbing circles on it with his palms. “When Seungminnie showed me the website it popped up and I added it. I don’t know, bunny, the thought of you on your knees with a little tail between your legs made me so hard.”

“I want you to put it in, Minho,” you say, and your voice sounds foreign in your ears, “please.”

Minho nods.

He slips one of his hands beneath the pink fabric of your thong, his other hand gripping your ass hard. He brings his middle finger to your hole, circling it softly.

You grip his shoulders, breathing laboured as you lock your eyes on his.

“I need to get the lube,” Minho says, pressing the pad of his finger flat against your hole. You know he can slip it right in if he wanted to—but you can’t deny he’s right. His fingers are too dry and the slide won’t be easy at all, so Minho prefers to simply tease the entrance with his finger. It makes you moan either way, the novelty of it all and the sensitive nerves sending pleasure through your body with something as simple as this.

“I’ll go get it?” You offer through a small sigh.

“Delivery is on its way,” Minho says, leaning forward towards your chest and kissing around it.

You’re not sure what he means but you ignore it when he slowly starts pushing the tip of his finger in and out of your hole—in and out, in and out. You don’t think he inserts more than a centimetre inside you, but it still feels so so snug. So weird. So fucking good.

You hear the front door open and close before Seungmin’s voice follows with a small, “I’m home!” and the butterflies in your stomach start soaring.

Minho chuckles lightly, feeling the way your body reacts to Seungmin’s voice. “Excited to see our puppy?”

You nod happily, a broken gasp leaving your lips when Minho slips his finger in deeper. “He’ll be so happy to see you like this.”

The door to the bedroom practically flies open, and Seungmin doesn’t even say hello. He leans over you, a bottle of lube in his hands, and without any prior warning—he spills it directly on your ass.

It’s cold so you hiss loudly, but Seungmin only shushes you in return.

More and more of it trickles down your body, all over Minho’s finger and down to your cunt. All you can do is moan as Minho easily slips his finger all the way in, knuckle deep.

“There you go,” Minho coos, “take it, baby.”

“Feels so nice, Min,” you let your head fall forward, focusing on the pleasure the stretch provides you.

“Let me look at her, hyung,” Seungmin says, his voice covered in an edge you can’t quite place.

You let your eyes flutter open, moans tumbling freely out of your mouth as you look at Seungmin. He was at an important meeting, you aren’t too sure for what, but he was still wearing his smart clothes. They were so different from his every day sweats, and although you loved him in anything he wore, there was something particularly beautiful about Seungmin wearing tight fitting dress pants and a fashionable cardigan.

You wanted him to rip his clothes off.

“I knew you’d like the tail hyung got us,” Seungmin smirks, his eyes drinking in your outfit before settling on your lips, “knew you wanted it in every hole.”

“Seung,” you let out, ears growing warm at his accusation.

“I’m wrong?” You don’t answer, “our dirty little pet doesn’t like how hyung is fucking her ass right now?”

You moan as Minho makes a point of adding a second finger at that exact moment.

“Stretching you so well,” Seungmin mumbles, looking behind your back at Minho’s actions, “your holes were made for this.”

You reach out for Seungmin’s hand, pulling him closer to you, and he laces your fingers together as he sits down beside you.

“You bought the cutest set, Seungminnie,” Minho says, as he watches Seungmin’s fingers run over the lace.

“You chose the cutest tail,” he returns.

“I-I’m ready,” you sigh, “I want it in me.”

“She’s said that so many times already,” Minho reports, “she really wants it.”

“You want your collar, too?” Seungmin asks, sweetly.

“Yes, please,” you try your hardest not to sound too desperate, but the way they both laugh at you makes you think you failed.

Seungmin plants a soft kiss on your cheek before he looks around for the collar, and when he finds it somewhere on the bed he shakes it around. The little bell rattles around with a small repetitive dingdingding. Seungmin smirks.

“Oh, this is gonna be so fucking hot,” he chuckles, eyes lighting up.

Minho slips his fingers out slowly, kissing your shoulder as he tells you he thinks you’re ready now. You nod. You have no idea if he stretched you wide enough, but you don’t care. You just want them to start already.

You watch as Minho grabs the tail from the fluffy side, dowsing the plug side with lube before he looks up at you. The cautious look is back in his eyes, and he hesitates, but once he sees your blown pupils and quick breaths he leans forward.

He circles the plug around your hole a few times, letting you get used to the coolness of the lube (unlike Seungmin) before slowly pushing it inside you. He pulls it out, then back in—in out, in out, before it slips all the way inside you with a loud moan.

“Oh, my god,” you sigh, “feels so tight.”

Seungmin runs a hand up and down your thighs. Minho starts playing with the fluffy ends of the tail. You can hear him giggling.

“It’s okay, bunny?” Minho asks when you fall silent.

You nod, clenching your fists tightly to stop yourself from touching your clit and derailing the whole evening. Your senses are on fire, the tightness of the plug causing your walls to flutter repeatedly. You try to focus on your boyfriends, who are looking at you curiously.

“I have so many things I wanna do to you, bubs,” Seungmin says, “you’re good to let me ruin you?”

“Please, Seungmin,” you groan, “ruin me as much as you want.”

He chuckles. “Let’s get you dressed, yeah?”

He opens up the collar, watching you slowly as he secures it in place. He locks it on the first loop, the loosest option, and kisses you softly.

Minho runs his hands through your hair, delicately pulling it up into a ponytail as he pushes it away from your face. You aren’t sure when he got the hair tie, but he’s delicate with it, even pulling out a few strands from the side like how you always do.

“Thank you,” you say, surprised.

“So it doesn’t get in the way,” he explains. Your heart skips a beat, understanding they must’ve discussed what they wanted to do tonight beforehand, leaving it as a surprise for you.

Seungmin leans over your shoulder, kissing Minho’s lips messily, before the older pushes him off.

“Youngest first,” Minho says, pointing at the box at the edge of the room where the rest of the toys came from.

Seungmin gets up from the bed, grabbing a matching pink leash out of the box.

He secures the leash onto the collar, giving the handle to Minho before he steps back.

He opens the button on his pants.

You watch as he lets them fall onto the floor, pooling around his feet, along with his boxers.

His cock stands against his stomach at full hardness already, and you swallow tightly.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho grumbles impatiently, “shirt off. We wanna see all of you.”

Seungmin rolls his eyes but acquiesces, chucking his shirt to the side.

“He’s so pretty,” you voice out loud.

“I know,” Minho agrees, reaching his fingers towards Seungmin's stomach. He runs them up and down the soft skin, and you watch fascinated as small goosebumps rise on the skin of his thighs.

“Minho,” you let out breathless, “I wanna bite him.”

Minho laughs, almost evilly. “I think you should.”

“Yeah?” You blink at Minho.

He nods. “You know how much our boy likes that kinda thing. Do what you want, bunny. I’ll pull you back if I want to, right?”

Your eyes move towards Minho’s hand, thick veins accenting his knuckles as the bright pink leash sits securely in his hands. You clench your thighs together.

Minho grabs one of the pillows and drops it to the floor, right at Seungmin’s feet.

“Down, pet,” Seungmin commands. You have to hold back a moan.

You slowly move onto the floor, knees comfortably sitting on top of the pillow Minho provided. Each small movement nudges the plug inside you—you feel so dizzy with want, with excitement, you aren’t sure you’re even in your own body.

But knowing Minho is holding onto you, connected to him by pink leather, puts you at ease. Minho would never let anything happen to you, and Seungmin would kiss you better if it ever did.

You get into position, holding onto Seungmin’s soft thighs.

“Open,” Seungmin orders, running his thumb across your chin. You open your mouth, instinctively sticking your tongue all the way out as you get comfortable on your knees.

Seungmin laughs at you, shaking his head softly.

“You were waiting to do that, huh?” He says, lowly.

You nod your head, and the bell around your neck starts clicking.

“Such a pathetic girl,” Seungmin whispers, “letting hyung stick a fucking tail in your ass? And you liked it?”

“I liked it so much, Seung,” you whine, “it feels so nice.”

“You didn’t even thank hyung,” Seungmin points out.

You feel a small tug at your collar, so you turn around towards Minho. He’s lying back, hand tucked beneath his head again, his black t-shirt showing off his arms beautifully.

“Thank you, Minho,” you say.

“For what?” Seungmin pushes.

“Thank you for fucking my ass with the tail,” you choke out, heat running up and down your entire body.

Minho doesn’t say anything, but you see his knuckles tighten around the leash.

Your chin is tugged harshly as Seungmin turns your head back towards him, smiling wickedly at you.

“Good pet,” he says, “now I’m gonna fuck a different hole of yours. And you’re not going to stop until hyung pulls you off, yeah?”

“Yes,” you sigh, “please.”

You feel Minho’s hand rub up and down your shoulder, as he plants a small kiss on your temple.

He grabs your hand, holding one of your fingers up.

“One finger means green,” he explains, kissing your knuckle. Then he holds up your second finger, “two means yellow,” then he unravels your whole hand so all your fingers are pointing upwards. He kisses your open palm before saying, “five fingers means red. Can you do that for us, bunny?”

“I can’t speak?” You ask after Minho gives you a small kiss.

“You’re allowed to,” Minho says, “but he’s gonna fuck your throat so you probably won’t be able to.”

You clench around the air, shifting on top of your knees.

You nod, fingers tingling at the idea before you look up at Seungmin.

His cock is bright red already, the head glistening slightly. You want to taste him.

You squeeze his thighs, making a point of using your nails, and he lets out a soft groan.

“Our pet has sharp claws, huh?” Minho chuckles.

You lean forward, planting a few kisses around his hip bone before you scrap your teeth against the skin.

Seungmin lets out a high pitch sigh.

“She bites, too,” Minho hums.

“Want more,” Seungmin groans as you bite him again, sucking on the skin before you lick over the small indents from your teeth.

Minho sinks his fingers into your roots, scraping against the nape of your neck with his blunt nails. You barely notice it when he guides your head further down Seungmin’s body.

Minho pushes your face against Seungmin’s pelvis, your nose brushing against the thick stubble. You kiss anywhere your lips can reach—but you can’t ignore the heat coming from his cock any longer.

Slowly, you lick the tip once and then twice and then Seungmin hisses, “take it all, pet. Come on.”

You do as you’re told, letting your jaw drop slack as you slip as much of it inside your mouth as you can.

The height isn’t exactly perfect for your current task, so you try to make up for it, lifting up on your knees to make up for Seungmin’s long legs.

Minho notices, and when he does, he tugs on the leash just enough so that you start struggling against his grip. He’s trying to push you back down to the floor.

The lower you are, the harder it is to fit all of Seungmin’s length inside your mouth but the more you try to lift up—the harder Minho tugs on your leash.

Your thighs are starting to shake.

As a distraction you focus on fluttering your tongue against Seungmin, sucking harder around his warm cock as the salty taste takes over your thoughts.

You want him closer, you want more, and when you drag your body towards him your pussy rubs just right against the pillow you’re sitting on.

You moan around him, and Seungmin throws his head back from the vibrations. Minho tugs on your leash in warning.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says.

Obviously, you do it again.

“Up,” he orders, “on your knees, up.”

You lift yourself up, struggling to sit up on your knees, but thankfully it’s much easier to control what you’re doing that way.

When you start finding your pace, head bobbing up and down freely, Minho tugs on the leash so quickly you lose your breath for a moment or two.

Once the collar isn’t digging into your throat as much you try to breathe in, but Seungmin holds your head in place.

“Such a warm hole for me,” he mumbles, “you don’t need to breathe, right?”

You look up at him, blinking away tears as you breathe in quickly through your nose.

He tugs at your ponytail until his dick falls out of your mouth. You gasp in as much air as you can.

“What do you like more, slut, breathing or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you say, embarrassingly fast, “it’s better than anything else.”

“God, you’ve gone entirely dumb,” Seungmin mocks, eyes narrowed at you.

You nod, the bell rings along with your movements. “Keep going, Seungmin. You said you’d ruin me, please fucking ruin me.”

“Hyung,” he whines, “I’m gonna cum all over her fucking face like this.”

At that Minho grabs you from behind, small hands covering your head as he guides you back onto Seungmin’s cock. You quickly swallow him in, getting used to the weight of him in your mouth again.

You grab onto his thighs for support, making sure to dig your nails into the skin again. As you let go of any control you have, you allow Minho to push your head up and down, up and down, while Seungmin gets louder and louder.

You bring your hands onto his stomach, scratching five long lines on each side from his hips to his thighs.

Seungmin keens.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he starts chanting, “do it-do that, do that again.”

Minho runs his hand down Seungmin’s back, scratching harshly as Seungmin lets out his loudest moan yet.

“Make her choke on my cum, make her choke on it, fuck fuck fuck—“

Minho shoves your head down until your nose is flush against Seungmin’s pelvis. You look for air anywhere you can but there isn’t much. The tip is so deep inside your throat you’re sure it can be seen clearly through your neck, but neither of them can see anything when you’re pressed flush against Seungmin.

A moment or two of nothing but Seungmin’s moans and you gagging, and then the salty taste gets stronger and his cum fills your throat in a sudden gush and Minho pulls you off in a matter of seconds.

You don’t even open your eyes, too overwhelmed by the speed of it all, focusing all your efforts on making up for the lack in your lungs without actually choking on your boyfriend’s cum.

Once you recover enough you remember to swallow what’s left in your mouth, the rest spilled all over you and the pillow and your brand new pink lace.

You feel a hand on your chin, cleaning you up, and when you open your eyes Minho’s looking you up and down seriously.

“How are we doing?”

“Green,” you practically moan, “keep going, I’m not done.”

“Calm down,” Seungmin chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed, “you sucked my soul out.”

You grin at that, pride filling your chest at the state he’s in.

His chest is covered in a sheer layer of sweat, bangs sticking to his forehead even though he styled them away from his face today—and his cheeks are bright pink. There’s scratches all down his thighs; you imagine his back doesn’t look any better. He can barely keep his eyes open, still breathing in and out with effort.

“You’re so fucking hot like this, Seung,” you groan, “please, I can go again.”

“I can’t,” he falls on his back, covering his face with his arm as his chest raises up and down rapidly. “Leave me alone.”

You look up at Minho, eyebrows lifting in a silent plea.

“Go on,” he says, one corner of his lips lifting up into a smile, “hump his thighs.”

Seungmin groans, as if protesting, but he spreads himself on the bed until he looks comfortable. Then, he lifts his arm away from his eyes.

He licks his lips and you notice his breathing has settled down slightly. He doesn’t move, barely reacts as you climb onto his thigh and drag your cunt over the soft skin.

You groan as the damp fabric rubs against your folds.

There’s a constant ding ding ding from the bell, the sound spurring you on to go faster and faster.

“You did so well,” Minho praises, “and you’re so eager to do more. You have to cum for us first as a reward for all your hard work.”

You nod, “yeah, thank you. Thank you, Minho.”

“Like when you train a puppy to do tricks,” Seungmin explains, “we’re gonna let you cum as your treat.”

You whine at his words, dragging your hips back and forth at an aching pace.

“Show off your tail, baby,” Minho mumbles, “looks so fucking hot when it bounces around like that.”

You can’t imagine there’s any kind of grace in your movements, far too concerned with chasing the pleasure to think of how it looks—but Minho’s eyes are frozen on your ass, completely enchanted by the fluffy white tail.

It’s only when he slaps your ass, the surprise causing you to fall forward on Seungmin’s chest, that you feel yourself on the edge of cumming. The drag of your cunt against Seungmin’s thigh and the newfound angle nudging the plug inside you just right causes your moans to get more intense, louder, more desperate.

Seungmin grabs your tits with both hands, “bubs, cum.”

He says it like a command, like all the other commands he gave you so far tonight, and your body has already learned to react to anything he says.

You instantly start shaking in his hold, tingles running all the way from your toes to the tips of your fingers as your orgasm crashes through you. You clench tightly, the plug making it all the more sweeter as you ride it out for as long as you can.

You collapse on top of Seungmin, a content hum echoing against your chest when he pulls you into a hug.

You watch as Minho lays down next to Seungmin, brushing any stray hairs that fell out of your ponytail from all your efforts. You aren’t sure when he stripped down but he’s completely naked now, and you let yourself indulge in the beautiful sight of his bare body. From his sculptured chest to his thick thighs to his gorgeous cock sitting angry and needy against his stomach.

Seungmin kisses the top of your head, then lazily kisses Minho’s cheek.

“How are you, baby?” He asks.

“So hard I could cry,” Minho chuckles.

Seungmin’s hand wraps around the base of Minho’s cock, squeezing tightly.

Minho groans loudly, the sound so different from how composed he’s been so far. You can see his desperation when he shuts his eyes tightly, mouth hanging open.

“Bunny,” he groans, “how are you?”

All you can do is lift up two fingers.

“Need more rest?” You nod.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Seungmin says, giving Minho’s cock one full stroke, “I’ll take care of it while our baby rests.”

Seungmin holds you in one arm and uses the other to keep pumping Minho’s cock. Minho moans freely, letting himself enjoy the attention finally being on him.

You know he prefers giving when it’s the three of you, and especially when you decide to try one of your own kinks, but he still loves when the attention is on him—and who wouldn’t love one of Seungmin’s big hands all over them?

No more than thirty seconds pass before you decide you’ve rested enough.

“Let me sit on it,” you mumble out, “want his cock in me.”

“She still sounds so desperate,” Seungmin hums, “we can all barely move but she’s still hungry for cock.”

Minho smiles lazily, grabbing at the leash and pulling you towards him.

You aren’t very graceful when you climb over to his side but you have to do it quickly, the collar already pressing down on your windpipe.

Minho helps you settle on his thighs. You notice just how much bigger they are than Seungmin’s when the stretch in your thigh deepens from the prolonged positioned you’re in.

He pushes your ruined underwear to the side while guiding his cock towards your entrance. He nudges the tip against your clit, spreading all your wetness on his cock before he easily slips it inside you.

It feels tighter than usual, the plug sitting snug right by his cock, and you can cum from the thought alone.

“You two look so good together,” Seungmin mumbles, cupping his balls. With his other hand, he brushes Minho’s hair out of his eyes. “I’m so in love with you two.”

Minho thrusts up, hard, surprising a squeal out of you.

“Oh my god,” Minho groans, “tell him if he says that again I’ll cum.”

“Seungie,” you start, and Minho instantly picks up his pace, practically drilling into you from below, “S-Seungie, tell Minho how, fuck, how much you love him.”

“Shut up,” Minho warns, snapping the leash. You clench as your breath hitches, but that doesn’t stop you.

You wrap your hands around Seungmin’s cock, at full hardness again already, and start lazily stroking him.

He bites his plump lip, blinking slowly at the pair of you.

“Fuck, I love you two so much,” he groans. You pump him faster.

Your coordination is awful, and Minho’s thrusts keep jolting you around, and all three of you can barely move but neither one of you will stop.

It should be awkward. You think it’s nothing less than perfect.

“Hyungie is the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for, and you’re the best girlfriend. It’s like I have the entire world here with me when we’re together. I’m so lucky you two are mine,”

You feel Minho’s dick twitching inside you.

“Say it again,” you whine, “fuck, Seung, I love you.”

He sits up enough to kiss you firmly on the lips, and it’s one too many things to focus on so you don’t think you do a good job of it at all.

You try to put all your energy on Seungmin’s cock, knowing Minho is controlling his own pace well enough, but Seungmin already came tonight and your hand isn’t fast enough.

Still, “Seungmin, I love you so much,” Minho moans. “Fuck, I love you both with my entire heart.”

“Minho,” you whine, not used to him saying things like that so desperately.

“Hyungie,” Seungmin says as he pulls him in for a kiss, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The three of you start breathing desperately, all broken moans and messy kisses.

“I need you two like I need air,” Seungmin says.

“I couldn’t breathe without either one of you,” Minho agrees.

“Fuck,” you gasp out as Seungmin pushes the tail deeper inside you, “I need you two, I need you two more than anything.”

“I’m gonna cum,” Minho warms.

“Min, I love you,” you kiss him, “cum for us, Min, wanna feel you so close inside me.”

“M-me too,” Seungmin groans, “gonna cum, too.”

You can’t be the only one left out, and so you quickly start rubbing your clit in figure-eights with your free hand. It’s a mess of movements and an unsynchronized chorus of moans—but soon the three of you are all hit with it at the same time.

Minho gets there first, and it’s a domino reaction when Seungmin notices his boyfriend cumming inside his girlfriend, and your body reacts to the pair of them slowly after.

Minho carefully guides you off his thighs, ignoring the mess between your legs and the way it’s slipping out of your cunt and all over the bed.

He unlocks the leash, opens the collar and throws it off to the side somewhere. He only needs one hand to do so, and you can’t suppress the moan that leaves you from the sight of it. Luckily, they don’t think much of it as the three of you are all still sensitive.

Minho slowly, and with a few reassuring words, slips the plug out as well.

The pair of them rub over your neck and your sore thighs and your exhausted wrist. Minho takes a bit of water and washes over your neck to make sure your skin doesn’t get too irritated and then he makes sure to give you what little is left in the water bottle to drink. Everything still tastes of Seungmin, though.

After a few minutes Minho settles down against your chest, reaching a hand to hold onto Seungmin’s hips.

You’re sandwiched so closely together you might actually stop breathing soon—somehow it’s still not close enough.

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho mumbles, eyes closed, “since when do you get sappy during sex?”

“Wasn’t my fault,” he mumbles sleepily back, “I was overwhelmed. I truly meant it all.”

“Of course you did,” Minho says, as if stating a fact. “There’s a lot of things I’m unsure of, but what the three of us have together isn’t one of them.”

“If you guys don’t shut up I’ll start crying,” you threaten.

Minho kisses your cheek. Seungmin kisses your shoulder.

“You mean the world to me, bubs,” Seungmin mumbles.

“I will cry,” you groan.

“Fine, I hate you. Happy?” Seungmin chuckles.

You giggle at him, “I hate you, too.”

“Why are you two so annoying?” Minho smiles, big and content. You kiss his cheek softly.

It’s sweaty in your three way hug, and you’re still sticky all over, and your throat is on fire from thirst. But still, you don’t move yet, entirely content with being wrapped all around the two of them, unsure of where you end and they begin. It’s fitting like that, you think to yourself, being so close together your breath easily turns into theirs.

#icymi <3

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