Seungcheol x f!reader content: fluff, dad seungcheol, est.rel

The grocery was supposed to be quick. In and out. five things max.

it’s been thirty minutes.

seungcheol stands in the cereal aisle, cart stopped, one hand gripping the handle while the other rests on the tiny head peeking out from the child seat. jihoon, three years old and stubborn in the cutest way possible, has decided he absolutely needs the blue box instead of the yellow one.

“buddy,” seungcheol says patiently for the third time, crouching so they’re eye level, “we have that one at home.”

Jihoon frowns, clutching the box to his chest like it’s treasure. “but this one has the tiger.”

you watch from the end of the aisle, arms crossed, trying not to laugh as seungcheol exhales through his nose. he rubs his face once, then softens immediately.

“…okay,” he says after a pause, defeated but fond. “one box. but only because you said please earlier.”

Jihoon beams. victory.

later, back home, Jihoon crashes hard. shoes still on, dinosaur toy clutched in one hand, passed out across the bed like he ran a marathon. you’re pulling the blanket up when Seungcheol leans in the doorway, watching quietly.

“he didn’t even make it to bath time,” you whisper.

Seungcheol smiles, slow and tired, walking over to gently slip the toy from Jihoon’s grip. he replaces it with the blanket, tucking it around him with surprising care for someone built like that.

“big day,” he murmurs, brushing hair away from jihoon’s forehead. his thumb lingers there for a second too long. “he got your eyes and your little mouth… but these eyebrows? all mine,” he says softly, pointing at jihoon’s expressive brows with a small grin.

you catch the look on his face. soft, proud, a little emotional.

“you okay?” you ask quietly.

he nods, straightening up, then reaches for your hand as you both step out of the room. “yeah,” he says. “just… can’t believe he’s ours.”

in the hallway, seungcheol pulls you into a loose hug, resting his chin on your head. nothing rushed. nothing heavy.

from behind the door, jihoon snores softly.

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath.

“worth every tantrum.”

Author's note: So… I was scrolling through Instagram, innocently minding my own business, when I saw those gym pictures. And honestly? I didn’t stand a chance. Something about the sweat, the tight clothes, the way they moved… I just felt it. Deep in my soul. I had to write something for them. This one came out messy, filthy, and unrelenting, just like I felt it in that moment. I hope you can feel it too—every look, every touch, every greedy little moan. It’s not just a story; it’s a mood, a vibe, a complete surrender to lust and chaos. Thanks for letting me spill my brain and my soul into this one. Hope it ruins you in the best way possible. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! Enjoy~ Bye-um~ Pairings: Seungcheol x Reader x Mingyu Description: The gym was supposed to be just another workout. But the sight of them—sweat glistening, muscles taut, eyes locked on you—ignited something dark and hungry in your soul. Seungcheol’s deliberate, commanding presence paired with Mingyu’s impatient, ravenous hunger pushes you past the edge of control. Hands, mouths, and cocks claim you fully; you are stretched, filled, and overstimulated in ways you never imagined. Every filthy touch, every degrading whisper, every shared, filthy thrust consumes you. By the time they’re done, you’re theirs—completely, utterly, soul-deep—and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Warnings: Smut (18+), intense oral sex (f receiving), double vaginal penetration (DV), rough sex, possessiveness, cockwarming, cumplay, creampie, overstimulation, filthy talk, power dynamics, light restraint, jealousy-laced desire, voyeurism, exhibitionism (mirror), dominance/submission themes, Mingyu being impatient and hungry, Seungcheol being dominant and controlling, worship kink, slight power imbalance, minor dubcon implications (due to heightened arousal and control), sacred-level ruining, reader discretion advised—proceed only if you’re ready to be claimed. Read Before Proceeding: This content is for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual material and detailed depictions of sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised. MDNI — Minors Do Not Interact. As always, take care of yourselves, read responsibly, and know exactly what you’re walking into before you do. Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence

The gym was almost empty this late in the evening, just the sound of clanging weights, sneakers squeaking on the rubber flooring, and the low thrum of bass spilling from the speakers. You’d lost track of how many reps you’d done, focused more on the burn in your muscles and the sheen of sweat dampening your sports bra.

But you could feel them watching.

Mingyu was on the bench nearby, pretending to focus on his dumbbell curls, but his eyes had been locked on you for far too long. Every time you bent over, every time you adjusted your tights, his gaze dropped like he couldn’t help himself. He bit at his lip, his shirt already clinging to his chest, and when you glanced up, he didn’t even bother to look away.

Seungcheol was different. Controlled. Steady. He spotted Mingyu from across the room, gave him a look that was half warning, half amusement, before letting his gaze slide over you too. His stare was heavier—like he was assessing you, peeling away layers without ever moving. When you reached for the barbell, his voice carried across the space.

“Careful. Keep your back straight.”

You swallowed, adjusting your posture under his watchful eyes. Even that small correction made heat crawl up your neck.

Mingyu set his weights down with a thud, towel dragging across his jaw as he came closer. “Hyung’s right,” he murmured, standing a little too close as you squatted down with the bar. His breath brushed your ear. “But damn… you look so good doing it wrong too.”

The bar rattled slightly as you came up, heart racing faster than your workout demanded. Seungcheol shot him another look, but he didn’t stop him. Instead, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you both with that unreadable expression.

Every move you made—the stretch of your arms, the sway of your hips—felt magnified under their gaze. You tried to focus on the reps, but your body betrayed you, your thighs pressing together, your breath uneven. Mingyu’s grin told you he noticed.

“See, hyung?” Mingyu called out, cocky. “Told you she was distracting.”

Seungcheol’s jaw flexed, and though he didn’t answer, he didn’t look away either. His tongue darted across his lips slowly, deliberately. You could feel tension snapping tight between the three of you, waiting for something—someone—to break first.

And Mingyu looked seconds away from snapping.

You bent forward to re-rack the bar, and that was it. Mingyu didn’t even try to restrain himself this time. A low curse slipped past his lips, and the next second, his big hands were on your hips, tugging you back against him.

“Fuck—can’t take it anymore,” he muttered, voice hoarse in your ear. His chest was pressed against your back, the heat of his body swallowing you whole. You gasped, startled, your palms gripping the cool metal bar.

“Mingyu.” Seungcheol’s voice carried sharp warning from behind, but it didn’t have the bite it should’ve. It was low, dangerous, but not stopping him—more like testing you.

Mingyu groaned, grinding himself against your ass through the tight cling of his shorts. He was already hard, no hiding it, his cock straining as he rocked against you. “Hyung, look at her—how the fuck am I supposed to hold back when she’s dressed like this? When she’s—” His teeth grazed your shoulder. “When she’s dripping in front of us?”

Your breath caught. He hadn’t even touched you properly, but the way he said it made your core clench around nothing.

Seungcheol pushed off the wall, slow, deliberate steps echoing on the floor. “Impatient as always,” he muttered. He stopped just in front of you, dark eyes locking with yours. His presence alone made your knees feel weaker than the squats had. “You like this?”

The question was a test. You could feel Mingyu’s hands tighten on your waist, his breath ragged against your neck, waiting for your answer.

“I—” You swallowed hard, heat spreading down your spine. “Yes.”

Seungcheol’s mouth curved, the faintest ghost of a smirk. He reached out, brushed a thumb across your damp bottom lip. “Then let him have you. For now.”

Mingyu groaned like he’d been unchained. He spun you around, pushing you back until your ass hit the padded bench. His eyes were blown wide, dark with hunger, sweat dripping from his temple. “Fuck, finally.”

Your sports bra was damp and clinging, every curve outlined, and Mingyu’s hands were everywhere—palming your tits, dragging down your stomach, squeezing your ass like he couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted first.

Seungcheol stayed close, arms crossed again, but his gaze didn’t miss a thing. He was letting Mingyu unravel, but his presence was heavy, commanding, reminding both of you that he was still in control—even while Mingyu devoured you with greedy hands.

Your back hit the bench, and Mingyu’s lips crashed against yours, sloppy and desperate. He kissed you like he wanted to swallow you whole, tongue pushing past your lips, groaning when you gave in just as hungrily. His hips rolled between your thighs, rutting shamelessly.

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol’s voice cut through the heat, sharp. Mingyu froze instantly, panting against your mouth.

“Slow down.”

Mingyu whimpered, forehead dropping to yours, but his hips still twitched like he was fighting himself.

Seungcheol’s hand brushed through his damp hair, tugging his head back until Mingyu looked up at him, pupils blown. Their eyes locked, a silent battle of dominance and permission.

And then Seungcheol’s gaze slid back down to you. “She’s not going anywhere. You’ll get to ruin her. But you’ll do it properly.”

Seungcheol’s command hung heavy in the air, making Mingyu shudder with frustration. Still, he obeyed, dropping back down to you, but this time with more focus than frenzy. His mouth latched onto your neck, trailing wet kisses down to the swell of your breasts, nipping through the damp fabric of your bra until you arched beneath him.

“Hyung…” Mingyu whined, pulling at the band of your tights. “Let me—”

“Do it,” Seungcheol said simply, voice low, measured.

Mingyu didn’t waste another second. He peeled your tights down with shaky urgency, the waistband dragging over your hips, thighs, until they were tangled around your ankles. He spread your legs wide on the bench, groaning when he saw how soaked your panties were.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, fingers hooking under the damp fabric and yanking it aside. Your pussy glistened under the gym’s dim light, and Mingyu didn’t hesitate—his mouth was on you before you could breathe, tongue flattening against your folds, licking a long stripe up your slit.

Your cry echoed in the empty room, head tipping back as he devoured you. Mingyu was messy, sloppy, tongue plunging in, nose pressing against your clit as he buried himself between your thighs. His moans vibrated against you, and the wet, obscene sounds filled the space.

You clutched the bench, hips bucking into his face, but Seungcheol’s large hand pressed your stomach down, holding you still. You blinked up at him, dazed, and the sight stole your breath—he’d undone his shorts, fist wrapped around his thick cock, stroking lazily as he watched Mingyu tongue-fuck you like a starved man.

“See?” Seungcheol murmured, eyes heavy-lidded. “This is what impatience looks like. He can’t get enough of you.” His thumb dragged over the swollen tip of his cock, spreading precum, and he hissed. “You taste good, don’t you, Gyu?”

Mingyu groaned into you, nodding, then pulled back just long enough to gasp, lips slick with your arousal. “So fucking good, hyung. Can’t stop.” He shoved his tongue back in, and your thighs trembled, squeezing around his head.

Your orgasm built fast, Mingyu’s sloppy enthusiasm pushing you closer, but Seungcheol wasn’t about to let you lose control yet. He grabbed Mingyu’s hair, tugging him back roughly, saliva and slick trailing from his lips to your pussy. Mingyu whined, chest heaving, but his eyes were wild, desperate for more.

“Enough,” Seungcheol said. His tone was calm, but his grip in Mingyu’s hair was firm, commanding. He pulled him up, then leaned down himself, replacing Mingyu’s tongue with his own.

The contrast made you gasp. Where Mingyu was messy and frantic, Seungcheol was deliberate, slow, tongue tracing every ridge, lips sucking your clit until you writhed. He didn’t stop when you clawed at the bench, didn’t let up when you gasped out broken pleas—he pinned your hips down and devoured you until the coil snapped.

You came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, your moan ragged and desperate as he licked you through every shudder, swallowing down everything you gave him. Only when your body sagged against the bench, twitching with aftershocks, did he finally pull back, mouth glistening with your slick.

And then he grabbed Mingyu’s jaw and kissed him, filthy and unapologetic. Their tongues tangled, trading your taste between them, low moans vibrating in their throats.

You could only watch, breathless, as Seungcheol fisted both their hair, pulling them apart just enough to smirk down at you. “See what you do to us? Can’t even touch you without losing control.”

Mingyu licked his lips, panting, eyes darting between your pussy and Seungcheol’s cock still in his hand. “Hyung, I need to fuck her—please.”

Seungcheol’s gaze slid back to you, his cock twitching in his grip. “She’s ready for you now.”

Mingyu didn’t waste a single second. His cock, already straining and glistening from his own precum, nudged at your soaking entrance. You trembled, hips lifting slightly on instinct, but Seungcheol’s hand pressed firmly to your lower back, holding you in place.

“Not yet,” Seungcheol murmured, voice low, almost a growl. “Take her slow. Make her feel every inch.”

Mingyu groaned, frustrated, but obeyed, lining himself up carefully before sliding inside you. The initial stretch made you gasp, your walls fluttering around him as he filled you completely. His hands gripped your hips, thumbs digging into the soft curve of your ass, holding you steady while he adjusted to the depth.

“You’re so tight,” Mingyu whispered, voice ragged, lips brushing your shoulder as he kissed the skin there. “So fucking perfect for me.”

Seungcheol crouched beside you, cock twitching in his hand, already slick with precum. He stroked himself slowly, deliberate, watching Mingyu’s every move, watching your every reaction. His gaze never left you, dark and commanding, like a predator savoring his prey.

Mingyu began to move, slow at first, sliding in and out with shallow thrusts, groaning at the feel of your walls clenching around him. Each movement was punctuated by your gasps and moans, echoing off the gym walls.

“Look at her,” Seungcheol murmured, voice husky, “so wet for you… for both of us.” His hand sped up, jerking himself with long, deliberate strokes, precum glistening at the tip.

Mingyu’s pace quickened, impatient now that he’d had a taste of control. He slammed into you deeper, hips snapping forward, hands gripping your thighs to pull you flush against him. You cried out, the sensation overwhelming, your clit brushing against him with every thrust, every stretch.

Seungcheol leaned closer, one hand tangling in your hair, the other stroking himself faster. “You feel that? You're mine as much as he is. Every moan, every twitch… all for me too.”

Mingyu’s lips found your neck again, sucking a bruise there as he pounded into you, sloppy and hot. “Fuck—so good—can’t hold back!” he growled, sweat slicking his forehead.

You were trapped in the middle of both of them—Mingyu’s cock filling you, pounding with greedy urgency, and Seungcheol’s hand guiding himself to his climax, dark eyes locked on yours, tracking every shiver, every gasp.

When Seungcheol finally leaned down, brushing his lips along your shoulder, the heat of him combined with Mingyu’s relentless pounding pushed you to the edge. You trembled, fingers digging into the bench as you rode the overstimulation, your walls fluttering impossibly around Mingyu.

“Cum for us,” Seungcheol whispered, voice thick, thumb brushing against your clit. “Give me everything, right here, right now.”

Your body convulsed, cumming hard around Mingyu, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave, dragging him with it. Mingyu groaned, still thrusting, feeding off your shuddering, while Seungcheol’s moans rumbled low as he finally pumped himself closer to release.

The gym filled with the sounds of wet thrusts, heavy breathing, and your cries of pleasure—the three of you tangled in a filthy, overwhelming symphony of lust.

Mingyu’s thrusts were relentless, hips snapping into you with impatient urgency, hands gripping your waist, holding you tight as he rode your wet walls. You were gasping, shivering under the overstimulation, caught in the middle of the delicious chaos between them.

Seungcheol leaned closer, dark eyes glinting with control and hunger. His cock was slick and throbbing in his hand, twitching every time Mingyu slammed into you. He exhaled sharply, brushing his fingers over your chin, tilting your head back.

“Your mouth,” he murmured, low and commanding. “I want it.”

You shivered at the tone, barely able to nod as Mingyu groaned at the interruption. Seungcheol didn’t wait. He pressed forward, nudging your lips onto the tip of his cock, teasing you with the length before sliding in slowly. You gagged softly at first, his size stretching your mouth, but the sensations of Mingyu pounding inside you made it nearly impossible to resist.

“Fuck…” Mingyu growled, eyes half-lidded. “She looks so good with your cock in her mouth…” His hips snapped harder into you, hitting deeper with each thrust, sending your senses into overload.

Seungcheol’s hands framed your face, steadying you as you took him, bobbing your head obediently. His moans were low, rumbling, vibrating against the back of your throat, mixing with Mingyu’s urgent grunts. The gym was filled with the obscene sounds of wet thrusts, gagging, and your cries.

Mingyu wasn’t shy about showing off either—he leaned forward, kissing your shoulder, dragging his lips down your neck, tasting the mixture of your arousal and Seungcheol’s precum as he pounded harder. You moaned around Seungcheol, mouth full, swallowing every inch while Mingyu groaned into your skin.

Seungcheol guided you slowly, letting you take him deeper, then pulling back just enough to tease before pushing in again. Each movement pressed your tongue against him, your gag reflex and the pleasure from Mingyu inside you colliding in a filthy rhythm.

“You’re mine,” Seungcheol murmured, lips brushing your ear. “And his too… but don’t forget who’s in control.”

Mingyu’s hand slid down, fingers teasing your clit in tandem with his thrusts, making you shiver violently, unable to hold back another orgasm. Your walls tightened impossibly around him, tongue stretched around Seungcheol, breath ragged.

“Fuck—shit, she’s so tight,” Mingyu groaned. “Can’t… can’t stop…”

Seungcheol’s moan was low and deliberate as he edged closer, guiding your head with gentle pressure. “That’s it… take it all. Show me how good you are for both of us.”

Your body shuddered violently, cumming around Mingyu again while your mouth clenched around Seungcheol’s cock. He groaned, gripping your hair, swallowing your release eagerly, his own pleasure building as he stroked himself with the hand not holding your head.

Mingyu’s thrusts grew faster, harder, hitting every sweet spot inside you while Seungcheol’s cock pulsed in your mouth, both men moaning together. Your senses spiraled, every inch of you stretched, filled, and used, drowning in the filth and intensity of their combined dominance.

Seungcheol pulled back slowly, letting his cock slip from your mouth while keeping a hand tangled in Mingyu’s hair. His eyes darkened with hunger as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Mingyu’s in a deep, wet kiss, tongues tangling in a rough, greedy exchange.

“You’re mine, Gyu,” Seungcheol murmured against his lips, voice low and dangerous. Mingyu groaned, hips faltering for just a second before he thrust hard again, spilling his release deep inside you.

Your walls clenched around him, and Mingyu shuddered against your back, chest heaving, sweat slicking both of you. As his cock slipped slowly from you, your body sagged slightly, but Seungcheol was already on the move. He lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against his chest while Mingyu pressed his wet, slick body to your back. You could feel both of them—Mingyu hardening again against your ass, Seungcheol’s cock pressed teasingly against your clit—and your body tensed at the delicious weight of them.

Seungcheol’s lips stayed on Mingyu’s, tongues brushing, teeth nibbling, as he began jerking both of them in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Mingyu groaned against your neck, breath hot, voice rough. “Fuck… I need her so bad again… I can’t wait.”

Mingyu’s hands roamed greedily over your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs pinching your nipples as he leaned closer, pressing his chest to your back, letting you feel every throb of his arousal. Then one of his hands drifted down, teasing your folds, sliding a finger slowly inside you. Your hips bucked instinctively, and he followed up with a second finger, stretching and filling you further while his other hand gripped Seungcheol’s ass, pulling him closer so you were sandwiched perfectly between them.

Seungcheol hissed low in response, eyes dark, thumb brushing over your clit. “So wet… so perfect… both of you pressed against me.” His other hand pumped both his own and Mingyu’s cocks, slick and fast.

The wet sounds of your body, Mingyu’s groans, and Seungcheol’s low rumbling moans filled the air as you trembled between them, caught in the chaos of overstimulation.

Mingyu’s chest pressed into your back, fingers curling inside you, and you could feel his cock twitching against your ass, ready to burst again.

“Fuck… you feel too good,” Mingyu groaned, leaning closer.

Seungcheol kissed him roughly, one hand stroking both of them while the other held you tight against him, guiding your reactions, controlling the rhythm of your pleasure. “Ride this, baby. Both of us want every inch of you.”

Your legs trembled around them, body shaking from the overstimulation of being filled, fingered, and pressed against their hardness. Every shiver and moan of yours drove them both wilder, the gym echoing with the filthy symphony of hands, mouths, and thrusting bodies.

Seungcheol pressed you against his chest, cock already heavy and slick against your folds. He lined himself up, brushing the tip slowly against your soaking clit, and then with a deep inhale, sank inside you.

The initial stretch made you gasp, legs trembling as he filled you fully, slow and deliberate. His hips pressed into yours, long, hard strokes that made your walls clench and quiver around him. Every inch was measured, controlling, meant to make you feel impossibly full.

“Fuck… you’re so tight… so perfect,” Seungcheol groaned, low and deliberate, eyes locked on yours. His hand gripped your hip firmly, pressing you flush against him, while his other hand held your chin, tilting your head back. “Mine… all mine, right here.”

While Seungcheol thrust into you with slow, deep precision, Mingyu moved behind you, fingers teasingly sliding over your folds before slowly curling inside you. The contrast of Seungcheol’s thick, piston-like cock inside and Mingyu’s nimble fingers exploring your wet walls made you tremble violently.

“You feel so full,” Mingyu whispered, lips brushing your shoulder as he pressed his chest to your back. “So fucking good… I can’t wait.”

Seungcheol groaned, eyes dark, voice rough as he drove deep into you. “Yes… just like that… every shiver, every gasp… mine inside you.”

Mingyu’s fingers curled expertly, reaching spots that made your hips buck uncontrollably. You whimpered, overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, pressed between their hard, relentless bodies.

Then, Mingyu pulled his fingers from your dripping pussy, bringing them to Seungcheol’s mouth. He didn’t break eye contact with you as Seungcheol sucked them clean, lips sliding over every slick digit. Your groan escaped uncontrollably, voice high and needy.

“God… yes,” you moaned, trembling.

The sound snapped Mingyu into action. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them slowly apart, cock teasing the slick folds he’d just fingered. You whimpered, body tensing as you felt the stretch, full from Seungcheol inside you, and now Mingyu teasing the entrance.

Seungcheol leaned down, watching your pussy glisten around him, cock sliding impossibly deep with each slow thrust. His eyes darkened, voice low and commanding.

“Look at you… so wet, so full for me… taking me and him,” Seungcheol groaned, hand gripping your hip, thumb brushing your clit as he thrust deeper. “You’re mine… and he’s just playing with you.”

Mingyu slowly pushed inside you, cock filling you alongside Seungcheol, inch by delicious inch. You whimpered loudly at the fullness, body caught between both of them, stretched impossibly, your walls clenching around the dual intrusion.

“Fuck… yes… feel that?” Seungcheol hissed, grinding his hips slightly, thumb rubbing your clit. “Both of us inside you… taking every inch… you’re so good for us.”

Mingyu groaned, pressing his chest to your back, fingers still trailing lightly over your sides, hands occasionally cupping your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipples. “So tight… so perfect…” he whispered, voice ragged, burying himself fully inside you now, every thrust slow, deliberate, savoring the stretch and the sounds you made.

Your legs trembled, breath coming in ragged gasps, walls clenching and sliding around both of them as the gym filled with the wet, obscene rhythm of their bodies, your moans, and their low, commanding groans.

Mingyu and Seungcheol both held you tight, pressing you between them, cock and fingers filling you, stretching you impossibly. Their low groans turned into dirty commands, voices thick with hunger.

“You’re so fucking wet, so fucking greedy,” Seungcheol hissed, hips pressing slow and deep. “You love this, don’t you? Taking both of us like a slut… my cock, his fingers… all over you.”

Mingyu grunted behind you, chest pressed to your back, hands still fondling your tits and rolling your nipples. “Yeah… such a good little fucktoy… taking me and him… all for us. Look at how soaked you are… god, you’re filthy.”

You whimpered, shivering as their words and movements combined. The overstimulation spiraled, building impossibly fast. Mingyu’s cock twitched inside you, fingers still curling expertly, while Seungcheol’s thrusts drove deep, slow, deliberate, thumb brushing over your clit.

“Cum for us, baby,” Seungcheol growled, lips brushing your neck. “Show me how good you are.”

Your body convulsed violently, walls clenching around both of them, shudders wracking your limbs. Mingyu groaned, thrusting faster as he spilled inside you, chest pressing into your back. Seungcheol hissed, jerking both of them in time with his deep, pulsing thrusts, voice low and rough.

“God… yes… mine… all mine,” Seungcheol grunted, hips snapping once, twice, each pulse sending heat through your core. “You take everything, don’t you… filthy little slut?”

Your orgasm tore through you, loud and trembling, mixing with their grunts and moans. Seungcheol’s cock pulsed hard, filling you with every pulse, while Mingyu’s body heaved against you, spilling the last of his release inside you.

When they finally slowed, their movements gentle but still firm, Seungcheol lifted you off the bench and guided you down to the floor, your body dripping and shivering. You collapsed against him, chest pressed to his, legs tangled with theirs, utterly spent.

“You did so well… so good for us,” Mingyu whispered, breath hot against your shoulder, hands still tracing over your body, cupping your breasts gently now.

Seungcheol’s hand rubbed soothingly along your back, thumb brushing your damp hair away from your face. “That’s it… just rest. You’ve been perfect.”

You melted against him, exhausted, completely out of it, head resting on his chest. His cock pressed lightly against your thigh, still hard, while Mingyu pressed softly to your back, chest to ass, still warm and heavy.

Seungcheol chuckled low, brushing a hand across your sweat-slick skin. “Water first. Hydrate, baby” he said with a smirk, handing you a bottle. You drank shakily, legs trembling.

They stayed close, messy laughter spilling from Mingyu as he kissed your shoulder lightly, Seungcheol pressing a teasing kiss to your temple. Fingers intertwined, gentle nudges and touches replaced the intensity of before, grounding you, letting your body slowly catch up.

“You’re ours… completely,” Seungcheol murmured, voice low, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

Mingyu leaned in, whispering, “And you loved every second of it… didn’t you?”

You couldn’t even respond, still trembling, utterly spent, heart racing—but the warmth of both of them, their weight and closeness, and their steady presence made your body feel safe, grounded, and surprisingly cared for despite the filthy chaos you’d just endured.

Soft kisses, messy laughter, and casual touches continued as they guided you through the afterglow: you sitting against Seungcheol, Mingyu draped across your back, all of you slowly recovering, cool water in hand, hair damp and sticking to sweat-slick skin.

summary: cxm right here; bark bark bark

pairings: kim mingyu x afab!reader x choi seungcheol

word count: 5k

tags/warnings: smut with plot, unprotected sex, rough sex, size kink, strength kink, use of pet names, multiple positions, switch dynamics and exchange of powerplay, biting kink, paypig!Cheol, they are both two nasty dogs, polyamorous relationship, BiCurious!Mingyu (heavily inspired by that one live where he and Hanie see Seungcheol coming out of the shower shirtless and he's looking at Cheol all dreamy), Bisexual!Seungcheol (isn’t it like canon?), licking, biting, manhandling, pet-play talk (NOT roleplay, just nicknames used for power play), they are in love and obsessed, pussydrunk!Mingyu, Cheol is a brat (no shit Sherlock), you are a BRAT, creampie, oddly obedient until they are not, two steamy hot problems

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commentary: there's none, I entirely dissociate from what I have written this time. It's insane. If you know me in real life, no, you don't.

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What are the pros of having two boyfriends?

Well of course, the double amount of love you are daily showered with, the cuddles, the warmth in winter, both are amazing cooks, attentive, doting, absolutely smitten with you, and yes, double income added to your own. Money is important in today’s capitalistic society, and a girl gotta survive, even better if it’s on princess treatment.

The cons?

They need constant. attention.

And your own two attention powered sweethearts even more, because we are talking about Kim Mingyu, and Choi Seungcheol. And one thing sure, those two are problems. They will bicker, playfully and not, on who gets more of it.

Last time Seungcheol got so passive aggressive (or ‘aggressive-aggressive’ if you ask Mingyu), to the point that he hid every left sock Mingyu owns and wetted the tips of all his sneakers, just because he found you two cooking together – more like making out on the counter and ignored him, too busy grinding on each other, when he came home whining after a long and tiring day.

The tallest is his only target, as Seungcheol cannot bring himself to hold a grudge against you. Mingyu on the other hand just pouts and sighs until you coax him out of his upset mood with kisses. Certainly, tamer than the oldest.

They both live for your attention, every glance and caress turning their days better, every stolen kiss from your lips a sweet victory, that leaves them craving for more. You have a great day every day with them by your side, they only do when you look at them.

You joke about how they act like two adoring puppies, always tailing behind you and wanting to be by your side 24/7. Soonyoung and Jeonghan would agree with you on the dog allegations, but for another reason, because you had no idea of how your two puppies looked like in public when they were by your side: they could put a rottweiler and a doberman to shame. They swore they heard Mingyu snarl at a guy once, when the idiot tried to offer you a drink, and well Seungcheol is silent, but he can indeed bite if needed, or rather, knock someone out cold with a punch.