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linomilkers · 9 months ago

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[Chan x Reader x Minho]

Hiii, this wouldn't get out of my head, let me know if you want a part 2!

[warnings: pervert!Chan, voyeurism (very much intentional but he feels guilty-ish about it), sex pollen]

Chan wasn't a pervert.

Or, well, he wasn't normally a pervert -- he guesses that's the most correct way to put it. He was being a pervert right now, for sure, because listening to his roommate fuck someone isn't not perverted. He doesn't think he could really be blamed for it, all too much; the walls are thin, he could practically hear Minho breathing from the living room, so. . .yeah. Maybe he could put on his headphones to drown it out and respect their privacy but he doesn't.

He never does, because this wasn't a one time thing -- Chan is always listening. It isn't like Minho is being loud on purpose, or to be disrespectful, and he can always hear the muffled moans of the person he's fucking -- they were trying to be quiet. He knew that Y/N, in particular, was very considerate of how loud they were, or the sounds in the room. Of all the people that Minho has coming in and out of the flat, he knew why she came around most often, and why Minho seemed to like her best. She was nice and funny, and they don't even always fuck each time she comes around, so Chan thinks they might legitimately be friends.

Chan isn't sure what he wants -- part of him wants to fuck her with Minho and part of him thinks he probably wants to be fucked by Minho too, but. . .that's neither here nor there. All he knows is that depending on his mood, he could listen or not listen to Minho fucking someone.

However, when he knew it was going to be Y/N, well, he was shoving his ear to the wall.

Tonight was no different; she'd come over for a movie and snacks, and Minho played a rather aggressive form of footsie on the couch (he was just shoving his socked foot against her claves, then her shoulder, then wiggling it against her armpit -- he was being annoying to be annoying, and would grin when she'd grab his foot to stop him). She fled from her spot beside Minho to a spot on the floor near Chan, her upper half swaddled in a throw blanket as she pressed herself into his side. Minho accuses her of being a traitor but stretches his feet to the end of the sofa and stretches with a loud yawn before settling back in.

Chan used to get nervous, when she would flee to his side, worried about getting in between them or something but it never seemed to work like that. If anything, he thinks they thrive off getting him involved in their banter back and forth. They love making him pick sides, throwing each other under the bus, fluttering their eyelashes and pouting (and making his dick unbelievably hard) while they beg for him to agree with them.

During a more intense part of the movie, Chan couldn't pull his gaze away from the screen. He watched so intently that when he reached forward to grab for his drink and took maybe too big of a gulp, he realized that he had accidentally grabbed Minho's mug. One that had tea in it -- some special brand that he and Y/N get from. . .he's actually unsure where they get it from. Just knows Minho threatened him once not to drink it without asking, so Chan never bothered -- he wasn't a big tea guy any way.

So when his mouth is flooded with it, he startled. Blinking rapidly -- it'd be rude to spit it out into the mug, so he swallowed it down. It was. . .okay -- a different flavor. He honestly couldn't tell what that flavor might be, but he knew it was one he'd not been privy to before. Thankfully, Minho doesn't notice the mistake, but when he feels the bite of nails into his forearm he glances over to see Y/N, her eyes a little wide.

Chan shrugged, mouthing oops before slowly setting the mug back down and leaning back into his seat. Sure, it may come out at a later date -- in a very Minho vs Y/N fashion, she would somehow spin this into a 'Channie loves me, we even kept the secret about how he drank your tea!' kind of moment. He'd defend himself then -- it's better to ask for Minho's forgiveness when the indiscretion happened a while ago rather than in the moment.

They parted ways when the movie ended without any mention of the tea. Y/N hugged Chan maybe a little too long and told him to have a good night, promising to see him in the morning for breakfast ("or before then," she winked at him, but he imagined it was another thing to get Minho riled up). Then she skipped off to Minho's room, while Min lagged behind, gathering up his phone and the charger.

"You g'na be up late tonight?" He inquired.

Chan cleared his throat, "Yeah," he agreed, "Aren't I always?"

So Minho knew he was going to be awake for a while, and that didn't stop him from doing whatever it is he does to work Y/N up. Typically, Chan can hear them go back and forth, and back and forth about something. He never knew if it was a disagreement, or if they were just fucking around with each other, but there's usually Minho loudly stating his opinion, Y/N scolding him for being too loud, and then it gets quiet. A few minutes will pass and he can hear their lips smacking together, and the low, distinct moans that he knew Minho only had when he was with Y/N. Like he couldn't stop them from leaving his mouth, or -- alternatively -- like he knew it drove her crazy and he wanted to turn her on even more.

And Chan has done this like. . .a thousand times before, it feels like, so he's perfected the art of moving on his creaky bed silently. He shifts his weight just so, inconspicuously enough that he can crawl up to a sit and carefully shove his ear close to the wall. He doesn't even pretend to not be listening for the first five minutes like he used to; he always cracks anyway, when his dick won't flag and he realizes its either listen to them and be unsatisfied or listen to them, get off, be at least halfway satisfied and fall asleep. It's easy to pick the latter, when he finally gets a good night's rest.

This time, it's a little different though. Y/N is muffled, sure, but she sounds more desperate. Hell, even Minho sounds more desperate, like every touch and caress whether it be with their fingers or their tongue, might be too much -- too good. The desperation is palpable; felt through the walls and placed onto him. His heart races, and his mind is a little melty, and the hand that squeezes the stiffening bulge in his briefs feels like fire in the best way. Searing through his clothes, making him warmer, twitchier. He would probably cum quickly tonight, he could tell, maybe just a couple of pumps and he'd be done for. That's what this is about, right? To cum. . .to get off quickly, so he could fall asleep and leave them to do as they pleased, without him listening to every wet sound, and whimpered moan, and slap of skin.

Tonight was different for Chan too; he's always pretty worked up when he's listening to them, but not to the extent he was right now. When he sneaks his hand beneath his briefs, he finds that the insides are already warm, wet and sticky. He's leaking more than he normally would be at this point -- the kind of drip that would a thin, stringy line from his tip if he had been naked -- his cock bobbing. And when his hand makes contact with his shaft, he hisses, toes curling, hovering over himself. Holy fuck, was he going to cum just from that?

"You want him in here, don't you?" His tone is taunting, but that isn't new -- he's always speaks to her like he knows something she doesn't while they fuck. Y/N always cries out a lot louder when he does, "Hm? You think he'll be nice to you? Think Channie will fill you up and make you cum without you having to do any of the work?"

Chan's heart is slamming against his ribcage, his blood roaring in his ears. Why are they bringing them up? They're bringing him up right? He's the only person they call Channie, that he's aware of. . .but they'd never, in all his time listening in, had brought him up during sex.

Y/N moaned, but not without a small, "Shut up," attached to it, and he could imagine the pout she's making, the way she'd thud a loose fist against Minho's shoulder.

"Yeah, he'd love this tiny little pussy, wouldn't he? Maybe I'll tell him how badly you want him to fuck it." She must make a face because he chuckled, warm, taunting, "What're you pretending to be embarrassed about? I feel you squeezing me."

"He'll hear, Minnie," she whimpered, and for the first time in a while, Chan feels a bead of guilt welt up in his chest for listening in. Not enough to take his ear away from the wall though, "You're too loud."

Her pouted lip must be really cute, because Chan hears him pause to smear their mouths together, the sound of them kissing just barely perceptible from the wall to his ear. When they part, it sounds wet -- he could imagine a string of spit connecting their lips, bowing and snapping, "You want him to bend you over and fuck you full. I'll keep your pretty mouth occupied with my cock, hm? So you don't forget who owns you, needy slut."

The moan that leaves her is full, and she must clamp down on him because Minho groans louder than he has all night. Chans cock throbs hard twice before he cums untouched.

The thwack of their thighs colliding echoes in his head as he stares at his lap, the way the fabric wets around the tip, cum pooling through the thin cotton. His cock doesn't flag -- hell, if anything he feels even harder than he did before. The edge just barely taken off after cumin from what? One stroke and the sound of them both moaning? How pathetic could he get?

But they were fantasizing about him, just on the other side of the wall. He was always thinking about them, all the things he would do, or wanted done. He wouldn't make Y/N do anything but sit and look pretty. He always hears how Minho is making her work for it and the way she whines and whimpers when her thighs burn, or when he edges her too many times. It's cute, sure, but he'd just take care of her -- make her cum so much that her mind is empty with nothing but his cock.

And with Minho, he can't decide if he wants to fuck him or be fucked by him. Maybe he wants to be fucked by him while Chan fucks Y/N? To feel the bite of his fingernails into his thighs when he splits him open, calls him pitiful, tells Chan that he's nothing but a greedy hole like the pretty girl on top of him, and fuck Chan's going to cum again.

He felt the telltale lull in his lower belly that his orgasm was approaching, when he hears Minho sigh, heavy and loud. He wouldn't have thought anything of it but when it's a direct order to Chan -- well, it catches his attention.

"Ugh, we know you're listening Dumbass," his voice is calm, measured, like he isn't buried deep inside of her, "Just come in here."

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linomilkers · 1 year ago

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part 2 of the Minho/Felix/Reader threesome! Let me know if you want more!!

part 1

[warnings: oral (male receiving), kissing, use of the nickname 'Puppy', Felix and Reader being whores (endearing)]

ii.

Y/N and Felix are both filthy.

Minho had always known they were to some extent, from late night conversations and a few too many glasses of wine. It was one thing to hear about their perverted thoughts and lewd desires, and it was another thing to witness it -- to be apart of it. All it took was him agreeing for them to jump into it; there was no slow build up. The last few months with them had been the slow build up, when Minho thinks about it, every flirty comment and caress and short skirt or low riding sweatpants leading to this moment.

They both keep kissing him like they'll wither away if they don't; like the inside of his mouth has something to keep them alive. It's messy and wet, Y/N sucks on his tongue while Felix kisses down his throat, and Minho's cock throbs in his pants almost painfully. Their hands are everywhere on him, and they feel so similar to each other that he has trouble telling who is where. The only thing that even kind of helps him differentiate who is who was that Y/N dances with more feather light touches, skimming along spots that tickle while Felix was more firm, going for his nipples, the space above his waistband.

When Y/N needs a break to breathe, Felix replaces her, their tongues pressing together for a moment when they switch spots (Minho sees it, he has to close his eyes immediately after so he doesn't cum). She kisses Minho's cheeks, down the opposite side of his neck Felix was preoccupied with. In between sponging her lips to his throat, she murmured, "We wanna taste you," her hands pushed the hem of his shirt further up his chest, revealing his torso -- normally Minho is hesitant about letting others see his bare stomach and chest but he couldn't even focus enough to worry about it, "Can we? Wanna feel you in my mouth."

Felix parts so Minho could answer. He's blinking fast, like he's trying to make sure the image of them won't blur and fade away into the afterthought of an immaculate daydream. He nods and Y/N smiles wide, like he just told her he had a gift for her, and she wastes no time peppering kisses down his chest. Felix titters, low and warm, his voice sounds so much deeper like this, "Thank god," he drags his fingers through Minho's hair, threading through the strands, "If you'd denied her this, she probably would have cried."

"Shut up," she grumbled, her lips moving against his skin, "You want to just as bad." There's no heat behind their banter -- it's playful and practiced in a way that tells Minho they've done this before and it makes something burn in his chest. He'd never claimed not to be a jealous person, and the fact that someone else. . .potentially multiple people. . .have gotten to experience this in the way he is. . . .he has no right to be jealous but he is.

He definitely felt something for them, he could admit as much. What that something is he doesn't know, and he's never cared to explore it, but what he does know is that he feels comfortable with them. More comfortable than he's felt with many people, and he's let them in on aspects of his life that even his closest friends aren't privy to. One day he should probably dive into it, figure himself out.

One day, but not today. Today, he's going to enjoy this for all it's worth.

Y/N undoes his belt with deft fingers and wiggles the jeans down as Felix slips down to the space beside her -- he presses Minho's legs open further to accommodate the both of them more readily. The sight of them both between his thighs is enough to make his cock twitch again, throbbing hard in his briefs. They see it; Y/N coos excitedly, smiling wide when she leans in and noses at the bulge, "So cute," she murmured, while Felix drags his top row of teeth along Minho's thigh. Her tongue lulls from her mouth, the broad of it strokes along the fabric stretched over his erection and Minho gasps "Ahh, I wanna make you cum so badly."

Felix giggles, warm and low, and the hand he isn't using to grip Minho's calf reaches up to pet at Y/N's head, "She's kind of messy, Hyung," he warned blithely, "Acts like an overexcited puppy. If she's being too much you can scold her like one too, she likes that."

She whines but doesn't deny it, fingers snaking in the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down. Minho's cock rises, unrestricted by the fabric and she waits all of three seconds before opening her mouth wide and taking the tip between her lips. With a gasp, Minho's hips twitch, shoving him a little further inside and Y/N accepts it graciously, even when he gives a breathless sorry for the sudden movement. "You don't have to apologize," Felix supplies, slotting his fingers into her hair and gripping at the root, "She likes when you're a little mean. A disgusting little puppy, isn't she?"

Minho is gathering that Y/N likes the humiliation of it, or at least he hopes so, because Felix is hitting kind of hard with it. She doesn't confirm or deny whether she's into it or not because she's slurping and sucking him down like she was made for it. Felix combs his fingers through Minho's hair, brushing it back from his face -- he'd let it grow longer than he usually would. That may or may not be because when he said he was going to get it cut they both pouted at him and begged him not to, and he's nothing if not a sucker for a pretty face pleading with him.

"Lix," Y/N whines from between his thighs, her mouth just barely ghosting over the tip and when Felix hums in response, she huffs through her nose, "Come help me, he's too big to handle all by myself."

She's playing it up, sure -- Minho isn't small, but he isn't so huge that she couldn't handle him alone. Still, the words make his cock throb hard because he's only a man and the thought of someone thinking he was too big for anything sent him in a tizzy. Precum oozes from the tip, and Y/N licks it away just as fast.

Felix, chuckling, lowered from his spot half way on top of Minho and halfway on the couch. He slips down to the floor and squeezes beside Y/N in between Minho's legs. Minho has to close his eyes tight, his head tilting back as he took a slow, shaky breath, "Heyyyy," Y/N dug her nails into his thigh, "Watch us."

"I can't," he swallowed thickly, "I'll fucking cum immediately if I do."

"But --"

"Be nice Y/N," Minho can feel Felix's breath wash over his cock, and he twitches hard because of it, "Hm? Don't you want to be nice to our Minnie?"

It's so interesting, Minho thinks, how vastly their dynamic changes when this is the context. Y/N is normally the one guiding Felix but he does so with such efficiency right now, you would think it was like this all of the time. She listens to him too, easily, shown in the way that she stops whining and instead traces her tongue over the spot on his thigh where he knew her nails had left little claw marks. Like an unspoken apology, and Minho reaches out blindly, finding her head and stroking her hair, his silent, It's okay.

At first he isn't sure who licks him first, their tongue soft and flat, confidently sliding from the base to the tip. Then Y/N outs that it was Felix, a soft murmur of, "Is it good?"

"Mm," he feels a hand around the base, small, gentle, tilting it toward her, "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Y/N isn't hesitant, pulling the head of his cock between her lips with zero preamble and both she and Minho moan in tandem. She doesn't pull away, instead her tongue lulls around the tip like she's trying desperately to taste all of him. Minho does finally peek his eye open, because he has to -- when she's making noises like the one's she's making, he needs to see what she's doing, and god, it's filthy.

She's got just the head tucked into her mouth but she's not hovered over his lap in a way that obscure his view. No, Minho can see quite clearly how her lips encase just the tip, and how her eyes flutter closed when she experimentally suckles, drawing more precum into her velvety mouth. Her face is soft, her features scream nothing but content.

Felix still sits beside her, his gaze fond, his hand -- the one not on Minho's hip, is petting idly at the back of her head, down toward her nape, "You're being greedy, pup," he chided, "You want it all to yourself, hm? Want his cum to fill your filthy mouth?" She nodded, whining a pitiful sound, "And what about me?"

As if he'd just reminded her, her eyes flutter open and she opens her mouth, pulling away from Minho's cock. Spit and his juices cling to her lips, thin, web-like trails that bow and snap between them and her fucked out gaze lands on Minho for a moment before she pouted and looked at the brunette beside her, "Sorry Lix," she murmured, then opens her mouth obediently, despite Felix having said nothing.

Turned out he didn't have to, because apparently this is just a thing they did. Felix leans in and licks into her mouth, like he's tasting Minho off of her tongue. He sucks on it and her bottom lip, the hand on her nape firm, his fingers curled into her hair but Minho thinks that he probably wouldn't need to keep her still, she would have stayed put all by herself.

His cock twitches at the sight before him, another pearl beads up at the tip and trickles down the head like a tear, sad at being forgotten. Of course he doesn't have to worry about that with the two sluttiest (he says it endearingly) people he's ever met sat between his legs. Felix guides her over toward Minho, their lips still attached, and they stay attached, even when he's in between.

The head of his dick is between their lips as they kiss, and he throbs so violently he thinks it was probably felt through the whole block like a shift in the ground. They're soft, and filthy, and it's so wet as they pass him back and forth, slurping him up, then licking over each other's tongues, and someone's hands slide down to play with his balls, that are slick now, from all the spit dripping down his shaft. Minho is surprised by how long he'd lasted up to that point, but all it takes is for both of them to moan softly, like this alone was all they needed to get off, before he's cumming.

It was intense -- probably the most intense orgasm he thinks he's ever had in his life. His toes curl and his back arches and the first ribbon spurts from the tip between, high into the air. Y/N makes a sad noise, the same sound she makes if she drops part of her snack on the ground, and fixes her lips around him to catch the subsequent shots. But it seems like Felix had taught her a lesson in sharing because she doesn't keep it to herself, she opens her mouth and lets him lick it out of her, and jesus christ his cock doesn't show any signs of flagging. Not after he's finished cumming, the last bits of it drooling over the tip while they swallow and turn their attention back to him.

Both of their lips are swollen and red as they kiss up his torso, carefully avoiding is sensitive, still twitching erection. Y/N's fingers curl up in the fabric at the front of his shirt, and Felix sinks his hand into Minho's hair now, guiding him into a kiss. This time, Y/N patiently waits for her turn instead of whining -- she sponges kisses on his neck, against his drumming pulse, then up his jaw, and peckish, more tender kisses against his reddened ear and his cheeks.

Minho is overwhelmed in the best of ways, with Felix's tongue in his mouth and Y/N's lips all over him. Their hands smooth all over his chest, thumbing over his nipples, dragging their nails carefully over his hips, his stomach. They're delicate and soft and gentle. He moans -- he's usually not that vocal, but it's hard to keep himself quiet with how good this feels.

Whenever Felix parts from him, Minho gets one second to suck in a breath before Y/N's mouth replaces his. Y/N is more urgent now, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, "Be careful with him," Felix murmured tenderly, and Y/N listens, her movements a little softer. Minho shivers when she parts her lips for him, lets him slip his tongue inside and lick the taste of himself.

When she finally backs away, Minho is sucking in lungfuls of breath, trembling. Felix coaxes Y/N over to his side of the sofa, and she carefully crawls over Minho's lap to get to him. She leans back against him, her back pressed to his torso, but she's sunk a little lower so her head is resting against his shoulder. Felix rolls the hem of her dress up over her hips, takes her thighs in both of his hands and pulls them both up, spreading her out and slipping them between the pits of her knees, "Look how messy her pussy is for you, Hyung," he murmured, and Minho really didn't need the direction, because he was already staring. The fabric was cotton and soaked through, he could see the outline of her puffy pussy right through it. His mouth watered and he blinked rapidly, biting on his bottom lip so hard he's surprised he doesn't chew right through it.

"Does your pussy always get this wet?" Minho inquired, but before Y/N could answer, Felix answers for her.

"Only when I bring you up," he pressed his cheek to the top of her head, smiling, "She thinks you're dreamy, don't you Puppy?"

"Mhm," Y/N agreed, "Will you -- will you fuck me please Min? I promise I feel good, Lixie always says I do."

Minho thinks, maybe he should play into it. He's usually much better equipped with a sharp, filthy tongue when it comes to sex but they had thrown him so completely off guard he'd lost his usual bluster and finesse. But he clicks his tongue, places his hands just below Felix's and lets his nails dig into the flesh of her thighs, "Is that right?"

"Yes, Hyung," his cheek is still pressed against her head, and the both of them are looking at him with such fuck me eyes that Minho could explode, "A warm, tight, wet hug -- she squirts too."

He trembled, scooting closer.

"I guess I'll have to feel for myself then."

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