#gyucheol

“Are you suggesting they might enter our borders?” someone asks.

“Being born with silver spoons, I think it’s likely they won’t care about boundaries the same way their forefathers did.” Another deep, weary sigh from your father, and you can imagine him pinching his brow, eyes downcast. “I had planned to marry my daughter off to a different alpha, but… things might change as Fall approaches. It might be necessary to make tactical adjustments.”

Your heart lurches in your chest. As the omega daughter of an alpha, you’ve been raised with the knowledge that your marriage will be a strategic one- but to be sent to the new pack? The taboo pack that has two male alphas? It’s almost unthinkable.

What would two big city alphas want with a small town wolf like you? You can’t quite wrap your head around it, but with a deep breath, you promise yourself you’ll do your duty, after all, it’s what you were born for. 

One:

To everyone's shock, the new taboo pack had accepted your father’s offer of arranging a truce through a bloodline merger of you being sent to the new leadership. To everyone's dissatisfaction, the Choi Kim alphas had insisted on there not being a formal ceremony. To them, a wedding wasn’t as important as a contractual signing of papers dictating territory, so here you are, staying in a lavish penthouse with a man named Wonwoo while your new alphas are away on business.

“Arranged marriages are not something Mingyu and Seungcheol support,” Wonwoo had told you when he’d picked you up from your former pack. “They accepted you as a favour to your father, a sign of good faith to the old ways of doing things.”

You’re not sure what your future looks like. Everything you’d learned while growing up has flown out the window. You were taught to be a good housewife, to cook and clean and support your alpha in marriage and in life. But now? Who knows.

Wonwoo is like a jailer. He’s cold, antisocial, and curt with every interaction the two of you have. His hair is a mess of curls, and his circular glasses soften out his angular face, but not by much. 

He’s been watching you for a week, and only a few sentences have been passed between the two of you. Wonwoo, for the most part, sits in the living room and reads his books, while you have confined yourself to your designated room in the three-bedroom penthouse. Much of your time has been spent looking out the window at the city below, marvelling at the vastness of the city you now reside in. 

The skyline of towers seems to stretch on for miles, but your penthouse is undoubtedly the highest, ruling over the other tall, steel giants from amongst the clouds on particularly gloomy days. 

You hadn’t brought much with you when you’d left your last pack, but you’d been surprised to arrive at your new bedroom and find it stocked with clothing. The decor and furniture are minimalist and high-class, definitely an upgrade from your humble upbringing. Cream and sage colours make the space feel bright, yet it’s not particularly homey, and you’ve found yourself wrapped in a blanket for much of your stay here. 

The silken pyjamas aren’t the cosiest, and you’re still trying to get used to the feeling of such an expensive fabric on your skin.

With a sigh, you wrap your blanket tighter around your shoulders, exiting your room.

Wonwoo doesn’t even look up from his book, and you stand in the living room for a few seconds, trying to figure out what you’re going to say.

“You mentioned Mingyu and Seungcheol would be back tonight,” you announce finally. 

“Was there a question in there?” Wonwoo sighs, putting his book down to look at you.

Your resolve crumbles a little under his powerful gaze. “Do you know when they’re expected to return?” you ask meakly.

Wonwoo checks his watch. “In an hour or so.”

“Okay, thank you.” With a nod as a sign of respect, you scurry back to your room, intent on finding the right outfit to make a good first impression. You’ve been skulking in pyjamas for a week, but no longer. 

Two:

You’d found a dress in your walk-in closet that felt appropriate given the circumstances you’re in. It’s not too revealing, as some of the dresses are, and it's long-sleeved and long-skirted, but it’s somewhat tight and body-hugging without being too tight. The black colour makes you feel somewhat emboldened, too, and you fix your hair as you wait in your room for the sound of the front door opening.

Part of you had considered being in the living room and kitchen area for when the alphas get home, but with Wonwoo sitting there and darkening the atmosphere, you had decided against it.

You’re sitting on your bed when you hear the arrival of Mingyu and Seungcheol, and your heart practically leaps into your throat.

There’s the sound of some baggage hitting the floor, and someone lets out a sigh. 

“How was your trip?” Wonwoo asks.

“Too long,” says a deep, tired voice. 

“I’ll make some food,” comes another.

You wait, wondering if now is a good time to say hello. With a few seconds to compose yourself, you open your bedroom door and peek out. The first man you see is in black dress pants and a white button-up, his black tie askew as he holds a phone to his ear. He’s very handsome in a rugged kind of way, and his broad shoulders make you wet your lips instinctively.

The second man is in the same attire, although he looks less bedraggled as he sets ingredients on a chopping block and begins to work. His features are softer, more angelic, but still just as attractive as the first in his own unique way.

The first alpha’s gaze finds yours, and you freeze, holding your breath. His eyes look you up and down, and then he turns and heads to one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind him just as he begins speaking to someone on the other end of his phone.

“Well, if my babysitting duties are over,”  Wonwoo sighs, grabbing his leather jacket off the back of a chair at the kitchen island, “I’m headed home.”

The more angelic alpha finally looks up from his task of cutting up vegetables, and he smiles when he sees you. “Sorry, I forgot you were even here.”

“Can't you smell her?” Wonwoo scoffs, making your skin heat with embarrassment. 

“We were just at the airport, my sense of smell is still recovering,” the large alpha jokes. He wipes his palms on a kitchen towel and comes around the kitchen island to approach you, holding out a large hand. “I’m Mingyu.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, reaching out to accept his show of welcome. He has a firm grip, but you can tell he’s holding back. Your hand looks very delicate and small in his own, and his warm skin makes you tingle. 

You note that Wonwoo leaves quietly, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed at being left alone in this apartment with the two alphas who accepted you as a territory treaty favour.

You introduce yourself as Mingyu releases your hand. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks. “Wonwoo’s not much of a cook.”

“He’s been ordering takeout all week,” you admit.

Mingyu turns to go back into the kitchen, and you follow him instinctively, cautiously taking a seat at the counter.

“Let me guess, ramen, ramen, and more ramen,” Mingyu smiles. 

“He must be pretty set in his ways,” you say, letting a grin slip onto your lips. 

“He definitely is.” The alpha continues to chop vegetables, and a silence overtakes the room. 

After a few minutes, you let out a small cough. “So… I’m a little confused,” you admit.

“About what?”

“Well,” you muster up all your courage, “my father proposed a marriage arrangement, and although you both said no to that, I’m still here as a show of good faith or something along those lines. I’m wondering what happens next.”

Mingyu puts down his knife, and he looks up at you. He cocks his head, as if he’s trying to figure you out.

“We felt the arranged marriage for interpack peace was outdated when a treaty would be a simpler binding contract,” Mingyu tells you. 

“So… why am I here?” you ask.

Mingyu shrugs. “I didn’t want you to have to stay in a pack where you were going to be married off to any alpha your dad wanted to be in good standing with.”

It kind of sounds like… in some odd way, he was trying to save you from a fate that you were raised to accept.

“So I’m in your pack now.”

“Yes.”

“And I’ll be living here?”

“We had an extra room,” Mingyu shrugs. “Change isn’t easy. Most of our omegas are coupled up and live with their mates. I know it’s extra hard for omegas to be independent and live alone, so we didn’t want to bring you here and then have you alone.”

“But… neither of you wants anything from me?” you question. 

“We want you to blend with the pack, you’re one of us now.” Mingyu smiles warmly.

Taboo alphas double leading a pack, taboo alphas ignoring age-old traditions of marriage pacts, taboo alphas attempting to save omegas from possibly outdated families? This is definitely an adjustment.

“You don’t need me to cook and clean for you?” you enquire. 

Mingyu laughs. “We’re grown men, we can do that for ourselves.”

“You don’t… need me to strengthen your line with babies?”

Mingyu’s smile drops. “No, we don’t need you to do that.”

“Sorry.” You avert your gaze, feeling your skin heating with embarrassment. You’re not sure what you’d expected from these alphas, but this certainly wasn’t it.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry you feel you have to provide that to us. I’m sorry if you spent the last week here expecting something different.” Mingyu lets out a deep breath, setting his hands down on the counter. “How about you go change into some comfortable baggy pyjamas, I’ll make you some food, and we can try to get to know each other outside all of this bureaucratic omega belongs to the alpha bullshit? And don’t agree just because I’m asking you to do this.”

You nod. “That sounds good.” 

Three:

After changing clothes, you reentered the living space to find spicy fried pork with vegetables and noodles. You and Mingyu had sat and discussed lifestyle differences between your old pack and your new one. He had explained the thinking and progressive intent of their new leadership and expressed that sometimes, old systems such as the werewolf's ‘one alpha mentality’ are in need of new eyes and ideas. 

It appears Mingyu and Seungcheol have very different roles as alphas. Mingyu is the primary communicator. He’s the one who is charming and deals with interpersonal issues and the general happiness of the pack. Seungcheol, on the other hand, is the businessman. He deals with external issues. The two collaborate on whatever is in between, and having two minds at any given conflict has been beneficial for them both in being more flexible. 

As the two of you are discussing the decision to bring you to their pack, Seungcheol steps out of his room. He stands in the doorway and stares at you for a few seconds, but says nothing.

“Come meet our new guest,” Mingyu encourages the stoic alpha.

Seungcheol remains quiet as he comes to join you in the living room. He takes the single-seat armchair diagonal from where you are on the couch, and continues to stare. 

“I was just explaining why we agreed to accept y/n into our pack,” Mingyu says, breaking the tension. 

“Your father’s arranged marriage tactic is outdated,” Seungcheol says simply.

Mingyu lets out a chuckle. “Tell her how you really feel.”

Seungcheol shrugs his broad shoulders. “It wasn’t my first choice to take in an omega who was being used as a tool by her father, as omegas always are, but I didn’t see another option.”

You swallow thickly, biting at your lip.

“It looks like you have something to say,” Mingyu notes. “You’re allowed to speak freely with us.”

“It’s just… neither of you know me. Why did you care to save me from an arranged marriage?”

“We’re the sons of strong mothers, my mother was an alpha,” Mingyu explains, “but Seungcheol’s mother was an omega. We both saw firsthand what it’s like to have alpha fathers who stuck to the old ways. They were doing their best, but their decisions were based on a dated system.” 

Your gaze shifts to Seungcheol, and his jaw feathers. You wonder if his mother being an omega is a soft spot for him. You wonder if her marriage was loveless, if her son had to witness it, if it turned him into the alpha he is today.

“What do we do about when I go into heat?” you ask shyly.

“Supressants,” Seungcheol says coldly. “Many of the omegas in our pack choose to do things that way.”

“But suppressants don’t stop heats completely,” Mingyu jumps in. “How have you dealt with them in the past?” 

“We had a cottage, far from the pack, where heating omegas would go to endure with a select few female supporters who would take care of them,” you explain. “No supresants.” 

“We have a similar system,” Mingyu admits. “We should have asked Wonwoo to help introduce you to other pack members this week instead of keeping you here the whole time.”

“Well, I mean…” You shift uncomfortably, “the problem is… my heat starts in a few days, and I don’t know any of the other people in the pack, and it’s a very personal thing, and the only safe space I really know is my room, and well, even without the marriage thing, I kind of assumed…”

“You assumed we’d be sharing you,” Seungcheol finishes for you, letting out a sigh. “We fucked this up.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu apologises, “we weren’t thinking about these kinds of details-”

“We should have been,” Seungcheol growls, standing up in anger. With a shake of his head, he goes back to his bedroom, slamming the door shut and making you jump.

Mingyu frowns, looking after his friend before his gaze shifts back to you. “This isn’t exactly the best start, is it?”

You downcast your eyes, refusing to outwardly agree with him.

It seems that no matter what, your first heat here will not be ideal, but no heats ever are. 

Four:

Mingyu has personally taken accountability for socializing you with members of the pack. You’ve met a handful of omegas, who all seem sweet, but are still very foreign to you. The idea of leaning on any of these women during the most vulnerable time of your three-month cycle is not one you’re particularly fond of, and Mingyu knows it.

With two days until your heat starts, and very few viable options, Mingyu has resorted to drastic measures. He’s called on the expertise of another pack member. “Jeonghan knows the most about heats,” Mingyu explains. “He and his mate have been together since they were teenagers, and he helped her through many heats before they officially mated.”

You feel uncomfortable, sitting in the living room while you wait for Jeonghan to arrive. You’ve met him and his mate once, but the meeting hadn’t been long enough for you to feel comfortable with him.

There’s a knock at the door, and you smell the two wolves before they enter. Jeonghan and his mate Sumi enter, both have a similar expression of pity on their faces, and Sumi takes her seat next to you, placing her hand on your thigh. “Hi, honey,” she says, forcing a smile.

“Hi,” you respond meakly, already feeling the inklings of heat and its effects on the temperature of your body. This heat is ramping up to be a rough one, and it’s clear that you all know it.

“How about we go talk in your room?” Sumi suggests, “Let the men discuss out here.”

You nod, standing to follow your fellow omega to your bedroom. When you sit down on your bed, she shifts to reveal the bag she’s carrying. “I’ll be honest, we don’t know each other that well, but we’re about to get a whole lot more personal.” 

And with that, she dumps the bag of sex toys out all over your bed. They’re all clearly brand new, still in boxes, and there’s a huge selection.

“Suppressants only help so much,” Sumi admits. “Which is what these are for.” She picks up a box with a pink dildo in it and waves it around. “Jeonghan said you’re staying in your room for your heat, which is going to be hard for not only you, but Seungcheol and Mingyu as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if Seungcheol stays somewhere else, but I know Mingyu is committed to helping you through this. He feels responsible for this mess, and he should. I don’t know what they were thinking bringing an omega into the pack to stay in their own home so close to heat season.” 

“It’s not their fault,” you say softly.

Sumi gives you a look that tells you she doesn’t agree, but she doesn’t push the topic any further. “We will need a bunch of natural oil humidifiers to help mask your scent, I’m thinking pine or cedar or something, as well as a heavy blanket for the crack under the door,” your new omega pack mate explains. “We’ll need some speakers to play music so Mingyu and Seungcheol can’t hear you very well either. We don’t want them being triggered by your scent and sounds while you’re in here fighting with a sex toy for your life and sanity. Your first heat with your new pack is going to be rough, but you’ll get through it, I promise.”

You can’t even find words as you stare at her. This is their magic plan? Use suppressors until you can’t stand it, and then satisfy yourself to help ease the heat a little? 

“Is this really the best option?” you ask sheepishly. 

“You can still let me help you personally, but I know how daunting it can be to have a stranger with you during your heat, and as much as I’d love a two-day crash course on us being best friends, I don’t think that’s enough time for you to get comfortable with me.” Sumi frowns, and you can tell she’s upset about this whole thing. 

Seungcheol and Mingyu dropped the ball with this; that much is clear.

“But, we can be besties after this, and next time, I can be there for you,” Sumi says, her expression changing on a dime into a smile. She pats your hand. “You’re stong, I can tell.”

Five:

You’re sitting with Mingyu as he reads all the warnings on the label of the bottle of suppressants he’d bought for you when Seungcheol’s door opens. You haven’t seen much of the storic alpha, and when you have, he’s always in full business mode.

Tonight, he looks dishevelled. He’s in black sweats and a matching hoodie, and his hands are shoved into his pockets, his hair messy as if he’s just woken up from a nap- or perhaps spent hours running his fingers through his tousled curls out of anxiety or annoyance or maybe a mix of both.

“Hey, Cheol,” Mingyu says, looking up from the suppressants. “Have you decided who you’re going to stay with during y/n’s heat?”

“I’m staying here,” Seungcheol says gruffly, heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Mingyu flashes you a look before his attention finds his co-alpha again. “I thought you said you wanted to be somewhere else?”

Seungcheol shrugs. “I thought it over, and I think I should stay here.” 

“It might be overwhelming for her to have two alphas right outside her door,” Mingyu notes awkwardly.

“If you’re staying, I’m staying.” Seungcheol takes a sip from his glass of water, and when he looks up, his mouth is set in a firm, determined line.

Mingyu turns to you, reaching out to place his hand on your thigh. “Are you okay with this?”

Your heart races, skin warming under the fabric that keeps his palm from directly touching you. No words rise in your throat, so you simply nod, body excited by the prospect of both alphas taking care of you.

It’s not just the heat that’s making you attracted to these men. You were attracted to them the moment you saw them, but your longing for them both is only amplified now. And you can tell they’re both attracted to you; their tells have become more and more obvious in the few days you’ve spent living with them.

Mingyu is a caretaker, and despite being taught from a young age to show love through acts of service, you’re now on the receiving end of Mingyu’s clear affection.

Seungcheol, in contrast, has done his best to stay away from you. And at first, you thought maybe he hated you. But you’ve noted his lingering gaze, the irritation that radiates off of him at your presence has revealed itself to be a mask for something deeper, something more intense. You get the sense that Seungcheol never planned for this, never planned on being attracted to the new omega he had decided to save from her outdated pack. 

His insistence on staying during your heat only confirms what you’ve suspected about Seungcheol. It’s an alpha's instinct to take care of their omega during her heat, and if he didn’t view you as his, he would be able to fight the sexual desire and leave. However, for Seungcheol, being here has clearly become a need, not a want, which betrays the way his inner wolf feels about you.

The heat plan sounds simple, but you know it will be anything but.

You will lock yourself in your room, with loud music and essential oil humidifiers to mask your signs of heat from the men in the next room. Mingyu will provide food at set intervals outside your door, and once he goes back to his own room, you will open your door to retrieve the meals.

You’re not sure what role Seungcheol will play; in fact, part of you thinks this might be rather torturous for both of them, but you can’t think about their issues when you have your own heat to worry about. 

Six:

Mingyu watches Seungcheol pace the room. Two days of your heat have passed, and there are likely five more to go. It’s too early for Seungcheol to be cracking like this.

Mingyu has always been the one with less composure, less control, so how come he’s suddenly the strong one?

“You can still go stay with Jeonghan,” Mingyu sighs.

“No,” comes Seungcheol’s short, angry reply.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself.”

“Why are you?” fires back the irritated alpha.

“Because she needed someone, and we’re the reason she’s in this situation.” Mingyu lets out a groan, adjusting against his bed as Seungcheol continues to pace.

“How are you so composed?” Seungcheol snaps.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Mingyu can only shrug. “I just keep thinking about how hard this is for her. She was practically gifted to us, expected to be our omega plaything, was rejected-”

“We didn’t reject her,” the other alpha practically snarls.

“She probably sees it as a rejection,” Mingyu sighs. “There was an expectation, and it went unmet, and now, she’s having to deal with her heat without the support of her female pack members, for probably the first time in her life. She’s stuck with two alphas who, let’s be serious, don’t know what to do in this kind of situation. Neither of us has any experience with helping an omega through her heat. We both agreed not to enter into this kind of thing until we were more established as a pack.”

Seungcheol curses under his breath, and Mingyu takes a deep breath.

“We have a duty as the alphas of a pack, not as the alphas who want to mate with her. We made it clear we don’t own her.” The thought of owning another wolf in an arranged situation makes Mingyu’s mouth taste sour. “That she’s free here. Who are we if we go back on our word now due to our own animalistic instincts?”

Seungcheol stops pacing and stares at Mingyu. “When did you get so smart?”

“I’ve always been smart,” Mingyu chuckles. “I just usually let you do most of the talking when we’re discussing serious issues.”

“You feel it too, though, right?” Seungcheol asks, running a hand through his hair. “It’s more than just hunger.”

“It’s like the wolf inside is screaming that we’re not doing what we should, what we were born to do.” Mingyu nods. “It’s more than just sexual instinct.”

“Jeonghan used to talk about the day he first met his omega, Sumi, that something inside of him just knew they belonged together…” Seungcheol trails off and then begins to pace again.

“Are you saying…” Mingyu swallows thickly. “Are you saying you think she’s our mate? You were so cold to her when she arrived.”

“I had to be. This is a distraction.” Seungcheol releases a groan.

“It’s definitely a distraction,” Mingyu agrees, unable to hold in his chuckle.

There’s a faint sound, a low moan, and Mingyu’s sensitive ears pick up the vibration of it more than anything else. Both alphas whip their heads towards the closed door, on full alert.

The suppressants had been working the first two days, but now that it’s the eve of the third, it seems the effects are waning. Despite the loud music and the cedar essential oils, both alphas can smell you, and they hear a little of what is happening as well.

When Jeonghan had explained that sex toys were probably the only option if things got bad for you, Mingyu had felt his entire body tingle, and he’d hated himself for it. He shouldn’t be sexualizing your heat, but he can’t help himself. He can’t help but think about what you’re doing, which toys you’re using, how intense everything is feeling, the relief of a good orgasm-

He could use a good orgasm, but could he trust himself to stop with just his hand? He wants to think he could, but… the instinct to go and mate with you is strong enough as it is, and it seems even worse for Seungcheol.

“You should go stay with Jeonghan,” Mingyu hears himself say, tone logical and matter-of-fact, but his own voice feels distant, as if it’s not even coming from his own mouth. His attention is still fixed on the door, the flimsy piece of wood that’s just one of only two very weak barriers between himself and you.

“Shut up,” Seungcheol growls, moving to the window to open it and let in some air. 

“Maybe we should play some music too,” Mingyu suggests, pulling out his phone to connect to the speakers in his room.

Mingyu knows that even if he plays music, it won’t drown out the wet sounds that are now just faintly coming from your room, and it takes everything inside of himself to try to calm down. Seungcheol isn’t as controlled, and with a growl, he goes to the ensuite bathroom for what Mingyu can only assume is a cold shower and maybe even his own hand to deal with this tension.

Can they really survive four more days of this?

Seven:

It’s the morning of the sixth day, and your heat still shows no signs of slowing down. You’re torn between hot and cold sweats, your core aching desperately every time you’re not touching it, and aching even worse with sensitivity when you do. Orgasms are the only thing offering reprieve, but with each high, the length of relief lessens. 

You feel like a sticky mess, your skin tingling, body aching- 

As exhaustion takes over, your ability to think clearly lessens, and your inner wolf takes over.

You have two perfectly acceptable alphas so close- two big, ridiculously sexy and virile alphas who could so easily take away your pain. Even if they’re not in a rut, they could still fill you up perfectly.

Your core aches at the thought of being stuffed, and you shift against your bed, letting out a deep moan as your hands find your pussy, fingers stroking your own clit and making you jolt. 

You bite your lip to stop your whimpers of pleasure, but your hands have a mind of their own, and soon, you can’t hold in the sounds.

You imagine the two alphas touching you, and one of your hands reaches up to grasp your breast, squeezing roughly. 

With your eyes shut tight, you focus on the feeling, on the way it distracts from the hot and cold sensations still warring inside of you.

But imagining Seungcheol and Mingyu only makes you want them more, and an orgasm doesn’t come, not when your body seems to know it’s your own hands and not theirs that are pleasuring you.

With a loud groan, you sit up straight, your eyes fixed on the door. You adjust your nightie, covering your breast and fixing the strap on your shoulder. 

There’s an internal struggle going on within you. A war that lasts a whopping ten seconds before your body and mind agree.

Both Seungcheol and Mingyu are into you. You know it in your heart. Why should you have to endure this alone?

You hop off the bed, your feet hitting the floor with a thud, and as you tear open your bedroom door, Mingyu mirrors your motion with his own, his eyes frantic.

“Are you okay? There was a thud!” he exclaims, rushing toward you.

Then he stops, his body frozen just a meter from your own. You size each other up, muscles tensing.

Seungcheol appears behind Mingyu, and it’s as if time stills.

You feel the weight of their powerful gazes, and despite the stillness of your form, your heart is practically beating out of your chest.

“I want you both,” you declare, and they are the four most confident words you’ve spoken since you entered this penthouse.

It’s Seungcheol who breaks first, a growl tearing out of him as he practically pounces at you. You leap into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, fingers tangling in his hair as you furiously press your lips to his own, an immediate battle of tongues and teeth.

His hands roughly grab your ass, holding you up while you make out desperately, your whole body alight with tingles and relief from finally getting your alpha’s attention.

Not a moment later, you feel the heat of another body behind you, and feverish lips press to your throat, Mingyu’s hands find your hips and tug at your nightie as he lavishes you with attention.

Moans are escaping you, and you have no wish to stop them. You want the alphas to know how good they’re making you feel, and you want more. 

You can feel both of them already, Seungcheol’s hard length pushing toward your core while Mingyu’s rubs against your ass.

How needy have they been this whole time?

Have you spent six days fighting your instincts when you could have saved yourself all this trouble in the first twenty-four hours?

You push the thought out of your head, choosing to revel in the feeling of both men as Seungcheol carries you toward your bedroom.

The kiss deepens, but Mingyu moves, making it easier for his friend to get you to where they both need you.

“Are you sure you want this?” Mingyu asks, looking deeply concerned as Seungcheol tosses you onto the bed.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you both,” you confirm, licking your lips and spreading your thighs, exposing your hot core to the men at the foot of the bed. “None of the toys filled me, none of them felt like you will.”

Seungcheol lets out a groan and takes a step forward, but Mingyu stops him. “I’m sure there are other ways we could… satisfy you.”

“Don’t you want to satisfy yourselves?” you whimper, reaching down to tease your sensitive clit. “I can see how needy you both are, just like me.”

Mingyu’s hand drops from Seungcheol’s shoulder, and the stoic alpha sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed. He takes a deep breath, and you revel in the way his eyes roll back into his head.

Omegas in heat give off a pheromone to attract mates, and you know yours smells like the sweetest honeysuckle, like nectar and delicious juices. Seungcheol doesn’t stand a chance, and that fact is proven when the alpha practically dives at your pussy, his tongue lapping at your sensitive hole with more hunger than you’ve ever experienced.

Mingyu groans, and he comes to sit next to you on the bed. One of your hands threads in Seungcheol’s hair as he eats you, and the other reaches for Mingyu, who settles behind you. His thighs are on either side of you now, and he has you resting back against his chest.

He’s a large, warm cradle for your body while Seungcheol lavishes you with his tongue, and now that you don’t have to be quiet, your moans fill the room.

Mingyu reaches down and grabs at your nightie, tugging it up to expose more of you to both of them. He swallows a thick lump in his throat, and you tilt your head, nuzzling against his chest and breathing in his strong, piney scent. 

“Touch me,” you whimper, wiggling your hips for more stimulation. 

Seungcheol responds by grabbing your thighs and pinning you to the bed, sucking lewdly on your clit and making you cry out.

Mingyu’s large hand finds your breast, and he massages you through your nightie, making you whimper in desperation. His thumb brushes your pebbled nipple as it pokes through the fabric, and you grab onto his forearm, urging him to keep going.

Mingyu rests his cheek against the crown of your head, continuing to massage your sensitive breasts and tease your nipples while Seungcheol eats you like a wolf dying of hunger.

“I’m close,” you whimper, muscles already clenching tight. Your whole body is aching, toes curling as you stand on the precipice of the most needed orgasm you’ve had all week. 

Seungcheol shifts, and then two of his fingers are pushing into your soaked hole, curling to stroke your G-spot as you cry out, digging your nails into Mingyu’s forearm. 

Your whole body feels incredibly tight, and then, it releases. You let out a gasp as the tension erupts from every inch of your body, cumulating into the most intense, pleasurable throbbing of your core that you’ve ever felt.

The sensation overtakes you, making you moan and whimper and struggle against the two men holding you down. They know you need this. They know the longer your orgasm, the more satiated your heat will be. Overstimulation is a given during an omega’s heat; a mate’s job is to know the line between too much and just enough. 

You can feel wet between your legs, can hear the squelching, but your mind is focused entirely on the pleasure, and it’s not until Seungcheol pulls his fingers out of your core and greedily licks them clean that you realise he’d made you squirt.

Your heart is racing, and you can’t open your eyes yet; all you can do is shiver and curl up against Mingyu, whimpering desperately as the aftershocks wrack through you.

The alpha holds you close, pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

“That should make her feel better for a little while,” Mingyu says, and you can tell he’s talking to Seungcheol and not to you.

The other alpha says nothing, and when you open your eyes, you look to see Seungcheol standing at the foot of the bed. His chest is heaving, his fists clenched, and you can tell it’s taking every ounce of his strength to fight the wolf inside of him, to not jump at you and finish the job the only way he knows how.

“Should we go?” Mingyu asks, stroking your cheek to draw your attention.

“No, I need you both,” you whimper, feeling tears begin to well in your eyes at the thought of them leaving you while they’re unsatisfied. 

Mingyu’s body tenses where you rest upon it, and you know the power of your words.

“Do you both really want the first time you fuck to be while she’s in heat?” Mingyu chokes out, addressing the other alpha in the room.

“Yes!” both you and Seungcheol respond immediately.

Mingyu lets out a deep sigh, his muscles feathering under you as he fights the wolf that both you and Seungcheol have clearly given up against.

“Okay, okay, but… we can’t cum inside of her,” Mingyu declares. “We agreed no pregnancies- we’re here for this, and we’ll sort out what it means later, but we can’t… we can’t get her pregnant.”

“What if I want to be pregnant?” you moan. “What if I want you both to fill me so completely that I can feel you for hours? What if I want to get swollen and bear your children?”

“Jesus Christ,” Mingyu cusses, grabbing at the bed sheets so tightly that you hear them rip.

“No children yet,” Seungcheol growls, seeming coherent for a few seconds, but one look at his blown pupils betrays that he’s still nearly full wolf.

You shift against Mingyu, getting onto all fours and pushing him down against the bed. He looks up at you in shock as you straddle him, and for the first time, you press your lips against his own.

Mingyu groans, grabbing the back of your neck and deepening the kiss.

Meanwhile, you wiggle your hips, an invitation to Seungcheol now that you’ve convinced Mingyu to set his sensibilities aside. They might be progressive alphas, and sure, some of the ways of the wolf have to change, but mating is the most basic instinct, and you won't push aside your own sexual needs for the sake of wolfishly correct inclinations.

The second alpha gets onto the bed behind you, and you hear him push down his pants to pull out his cock. A moment later, he’s rubbing the head against your wet pussy, letting out a deep groan.

Mingyu grabs your nightie, pulling it up to give Seungcheol better access, and you know you’ve won. You’re going to have both of these alphas tonight, and there’s a sense of power in that.

Your body tingles with pleasure as Seungcheol sheaths his thick cock into your tight hole, and you moan desperately against Mingyu. The kiss breaks, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder, adjusting your body so you can shove your hand down his pants, grasping his aching cock.

Mingyu jolts beneath you, throwing his head back and moaning while you begin to pepper his throat in kisses. You stroke him off as Seungcheol grabs your hips, his grip bruising. He begins to fuck you, and your eyes roll back into your head from the feeling.

Silicon, glass and steel toys are nothing - nothing - compared to the real thing. 

Your body feels like it’s vibrating, and Seungcheol is rough with the way he fucks you, his animalistic instincts kicking in. Each thrust is powerful, making you jolt forward against Mingyu, who is struggling below you to compose himself while his best friend rails you on top of him.

There’s more tearing as Mingyu’s grip on the sheets becomes too much for the frail fabric to bear. You moan desperately in his ear, and Mingyu begins to fuck up into your hand, making your body tingle with pleasure from the knowledge that he’s as deep into this as you are.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol groans behind you. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes, alpha,” you whimper, and the words make Mingyu moan deeply while Seungcheol’s fingers dig even harder against your skin.

“Needy little omega, just needed her alphas to take care of her, huh?” Seungcheol growls.

“Needed you both,” you confirm, drawing Mingyu’s lips to your own again.

He kisses you desperately, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other arm wraps around your body, arching your ass into the air even more for Seungcheol, who continues to plough into you. 

“Fuck,” the alpha behind you groans, his pace increasing even more.

“Cum in me,” you gasp against Mingyu’s lips, unable to help yourself.

Both men growl, grips tightening, intensity increasing.

Then, at the last second, Seungcheol finds it within himself to pull out. You feel him cum on the back of your nightie, and you listen to his groans of annoyed pleasure. You know he’s not happy about following through with the no pregnancy agreement, and your empty core aches at the knowledge of what it’s missing.

But in the dark recesses of your mind, you know this is the right call, so you don’t fight it.

When Seungcheol finishes, he collapses onto the bed next to you, and Mingyu moves immediately. He pushes you into a sitting position, and as you straddle his lap, he tears your dress off your body, exposing you fully while he removes his own t-shirt. 

Then he grabs your hips and shoves his pants down, lifting you and setting you onto his cock while you both release moans of pleasure. As soon as you’re properly on his length, Mingyu sits up and begins worshipping your breasts. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, lavishing the sensitive bud while you whimper desperately. 

You anchor your fingers in his hair and begin wiggling your hips, weakly attempting to ride him-

Your muscles are sore, and you’d been so close to an orgasm with Seungcheol that Mingyu’s added stimulus on your breasts gets you to the edge again.

Wiggling your hips, you get yourself to where you need to be, and you throw your head back as your orgasm slams into you. Your core tightens around Mingyu’s massive cock, throbbing desperately around the wonderful intrusion as pleasure radiates through your entire body, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your toes curl to the point of being painful. 

Mingyu gasps below you, wrapping both arms around your body and nuzzling your neck, fighting the urge to fuck you stupid as your body contracts around him.

The moment your orgasm begins to subside, he flips you, and your back hits the mattress. He’s on top of you now, and there’s no holding back.

Mingyu fucks into you wildly, clearly spurred on by your orgasm. His lips are feverish against the hot skin of your throat, and the scent of cum, sweat and pheromones overwhelms you. You latch onto his shoulders, marvelling at how broad and strong he is. 

Seungcheol had managed a bit of dirty talk, but everyone is so far past that now- Mingyu, who had taken the longest to succumb to the wolf inside, is now full feral, and it makes your pussy squelch to think of how you have both men wrapped around your finger.

“Cum in me,” you whisper, wondering if you could accomplish this final feat.

Mingyu’s back muscles ripple with effort, and he groans deeply against your throat. Seungcheol stiffens where he lies next to you on the bed, shifting to watch you and his best friend fuck.

Seungcheol had defied your animalistic request in the heat of succumbing to his feral side. Will Mingyu be able to?

Mingyu, who waited so patiently, who helped you through things while being logical and caring- 

Mingyu, who grabs at the bed, ripping even more duvet in the wake of his inner turmoil. 

He’s panting now, his massive cock splitting you open with each rough thrust.

“Please,” you whimper. 

Mingyu lets out a deep groan, and just when you think you’ve won, he pulls out of you, grabbing his cock and pumping it as ropes of cum spurt onto your abdomen and chest.

His head is thrown back, all of his muscles clenched with effort, his biceps rippling with each rough pump of his cock.

God, he’s beautiful, and the sight makes you realize maybe being full was overrated… no, probably not, but Mingyu is definitely a sight to be seen like this. 

When he finishes, he lets out a deep gasp, opening his eyes to look down at you. 

No one says anything for a full minute, and then Seungcheol groans. “How long do orgasms subside your heat for?”

Now that he’s cum, it’s clear he’s of a more level head, you only wish you were coming back to reality with the same speed.

“It depends,” you breathe, heart still thundering in your chest.

“How about I take you for a cold shower, and we can see where we go from there?” Seungcheol suggests. “Let Mingyu rest.”

It’s clear that holding his inner wolf back for so long has taken a toll on Mingyu, who seems dazed as he kneels on the foot of the bed.

“Yes, alpha,” you nod.

Seungcheol stands, and you allow him to pick you up bridal style from the bed, carrying you to the ensuite bathroom.

He starts a shower and helps you into it, cradling you to his chest and washing you off.

His kisses are soft on your throat, and the steady beat of his heart calms you.

For the first time in days, you feel true relief. 

“What now?” you ask.

“Now, we accept that you’re our mate,” he responds. “Mingyu and I both felt it when you arrived, and something tells me you did too.”

“You didn’t want me to be your mate,” you point out with a frown.

“Signing a piece of paper wouldn’t have made you our mate. Neither of us knew until we met you, until we felt it, like you did.”

You nod, finally confirming his suspicions. 

“Things are about to get a lot more taboo,” the alpha sighs.

“Let them,” you shrug. “This is right, and that’s what matters.” 

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In the periphery of your everyday, you know you’ve become one of the most taboo aspects of your new pack’s conflicting presence in the court of werewolf public opinion. Two alphas, sharing an omega… it’s completely unheard of.

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It’s been an interesting year with the new pack. While your first heat had been wonderful after you’d given in to your carnal instincts, there had been too much on the line. Mingyu and Seungcheol had agreed that putting you in a situation where you’re pregnant, at such a contentious moment in their new pack’s timeline, would be a recipe for disaster. So, after that first heat, you’d made an effort to befriend Sumi, and the two of you have been heat helpers to each other ever since.

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They were currently waiting, impatiently, for the meeting about the newest comeback to finish, huffing annoyed sighs, and legs bouncing under the table. Today was your day off work, and you were alone all day in your shared home, all because they had work, the dumbest thing ever, if you’d ask them about it right now. The mere thought of you spending the whole day without them had them gnawing on the inside. You reassured them that you had plenty of stuff to do, take care of and you wanted to take a little spa day, and to Seungcheol’s delight, he received a notification about his credit card being used in your usual nail salon. He was smiling for a solid twenty minutes after he got another one, informing him that you also went shopping. Mingyu scoffed and muttered ‘Paypig’ under his breath, earning a smug and shameless smirk from the eldest.

If Seungcheol had a thing, kink if you ask Mingyu, for you using his money, the younger was on the other hand absolutely obsessed on how little you looked by his side. He pops a boner every time you wear anything his, your figure swallowed in his clothes, and what a coincidence! When they arrived home you were wearing one of his hoodies, and he audibly groaned when you greeted them at the door, sleeves rolled up and the hem reaching down to half the length of your thighs.

“Hi baby.” Seungcheol greeted you, already stealing a kiss from your lips, Mingyu was still wearing his coat and shoes as he stared at you with a pained frown. “Love, that’s unfair. You can’t be wearing that when I come home.” “I was wearing it the whole day.” You say with a smile when he groans again at the realisation that his hoodie will be soaked in your scent. You are standing on your tiptoes and tugging at his collar to kiss him, but he picks you up and pulls your legs around his waist, making you erupt in giggles against his smile. He is carrying you to the living room, still peppering your face with kisses, stopping only when he settles you on the couch. “Gyu, you have to change your clothes.” You chuckle against his lips. He huffs, pouts and stoles another peck. “I’ll be right back; don’t you dare to move from here.” He parts from you with a last kiss before slipping in the bedroom.

You were about to call for Seungcheol, but a hand tilted your chin upwards, and you were met with his big brown eyes, looking at you fondly. “Hello again pretty girl.” “Hi Cheollie.” You say with a smile, and he is kissing you tenderly, head tilting to the side to taste your lips better. “Come with me and show me what you made for dinner?” You bite your lip and nod. “What did you do today baby? Did you have fun?” “I kept myself busy, missed you though.” You respond while setting some plates on the counter and taking out the side dishes. “I saw you using my card, what did my pretty baby get for herself?” He is now behind you, placing kisses on your nape, a shiver trailing down your spine, making you feel the tingle in your fingertips. “I got a blouse and some shirts and a pair of dress pants for work. Oh, and I got my nails done!” He hums pleased, reaching for your freshly manicured hands, inspecting. “I love them, good choice love. Later you must show me everything else you got for yourself.”

He notices a bouquet of fresh flowers on the counter, and he frowns. “Did I miss those on my card?” “Oh, nono, I got them myself.” His eyes lock on your evading ones, an unamused expression on his face. “Baby.” You turn to him, knowing you’ve upset him, “Cheollie listen I wanted to-” he interjects you fast, “No, you know the rule, whenever you want a treat, o something nice for yourself, that is on me.” “I know, yes Cheollie, but-“ “No buts, you know I want, and love to spoil you. Don’t take that away from me. Please love.” You sigh as his arms wrap around you, half defeated for having been scolded once again over the same topic, his expression softens, “Baby, I know you are independent, and that you can take care of your own spending, but I want to, really. It makes me happy to spend money on you.” You want to retort, when you are interrupted by a loud whine coming from the living room. Next you hear the fast pitter patter of Mingyu’s feet on the floor, before he fills the kitchen.

“I told you to stay on the couch!” “Gyu, babe-” “Why do you always have to meddle when she’s with me, hyung?” he protests, looking past you at Seungcheol. “I just wanted to hear about her day, is not my fault that you take a year every time you have to change.” “Oh, shut up, you knew we were talking earlier!” You sigh, already knowing where this was going, “Boys-” “Talking? You were a second from shoving your tongue down her throat, horndog.” Seungcheol scoffs, releases you from his embrace and leans on the sink behind him. Mingyu’s eyes widen, and he makes an offended sound, “You are the one to talk! You had a half hard-on when you saw she spent on your card. Paypig!” Seungcheol smirks, unbothered, “Yeah, and?” “Okay enough-” you try to break the provocations, failing when Mingyu opens his mouth again. “You are as horny as me if not more! Do not try to call me out when you are worse than me.” “At least I have the decency to wait to come home to rub one.” You turn to Mingyu, eyes wide, “You masturbated at the company?” He has some blush powdering his cheeks, but he doesn’t back down. “At least my dick can get hard more than one time in a day.” You gasp at the implied lie, “Mingyu!-” “You brat-” Seungcheol pushes himself from the sink towards Mingyu.

“ENOUGH.”

They both freeze when you rise your voice, not used to the sound, their eyes wide. “Love-“ you glare at Mingyu, and he instantly shuts his mouth. “Baby we were joking, don’t worry about it.” You now turn to Seungcheol, same stern expression on your face, he has the audacity to say ‘Cute’. Mingyu closes his eyes and sighs in defeat. “Let’s see if you still find me cute after I won’t let you touch me.” Seungcheol’s eyes widen, clearly not expecting you to pull a petty move. Mingyu is already regretting everything, reaching out for your hand with his, “Lovebug, please don’t-” You retreat your hand, “Mingyu please take the plates and set the table. I’ll come with dinner.” Mingyu whines, and shoots a glare at Seungcheol, who mouths ‘It’s your fault too!!’ when you turn your back to them.

Dinner is pure agony for the boys, you have been responding to their questions about your day in flat tones, barely acknowledging them. The few times when Seungcheol tries to call out your petty behaviour as unnecessary and childish, he gets kicked under the table by Mingyu, who has been trying to butter you up ever since he has put his pretty ass on the chair.

Seungcheol is pouting on the couch, searching for a movie for the three of you to watch, you are washing the dishes, Mingyu by your side, stubborn to make you leave the dishes to him. “Love please, let me.” “No need. Go on the couch.” “I will, once you let me take over washing the dishes, please love.”  You ignore him, and Mingyu has never hated something as much as the frown on your pretty face. So Mingyu settles for the thing he does best.

He begs.

You see his frame disappear from your line of vision, but you’re not really paying attention to it, stubbornly washing the last few plates. Then you feel his warm hands on your hips, you take a big breath. Before you can turn your gaze, he pulls you from the sink. When you try to protest, he drops to his knees and squeezes himself between you and the piece of furniture, hugging your legs and placing his chin on your lower stomach, eyes looking up at your face. Your confused expression and wide eyes make him want to smile, but he manages to fight it off and looks at you with the most pleading puppy eyes he has ever pulled on you. He then sighs, a slight pout on his lips. He opens his mouth, and you catch his pearly white teeth before he speaks, or better, whines. “Love, please. Please let me finish washing up.” His thumbs draw lazy circles on the skin of your thighs, soothing, coaxing. Your façade starts to falter, he knows that already. He places his cheek on your stomach, rubbing his face against it softly, placing a small kiss and whispering another small please in your tummy, muffled by his hoodie on your frame. The next sound coming from Mingyu is a soft and low groan, in pure bliss at the feeling of your hand stroking his hair. His eyes close instinctively, basking in your touch. When you stop, he looks at you with half lidded eyes, pure adoration in them. Your own eyes now mirror his, a smile creeps on his face after successfully buttering you up.

“Sorry puppy, I already finished washing everything.”

Oh.

Puppy.

Seungcheol has risen from the couch after Mingyu’s whining has quieted down, curious what was happening. He arrived just in time to witness the most pathetic expression on Mingyu’s face. Soon, he was regretting not putting his pride aside earlier and being on his knees in Mingyu’s place. The pet-name they were craving desperately to hear for the whole night was finally out, but it was meant only for Mingyu. It was inacceptable, a crime. And yet, he couldn’t do anything, not daring to protest or even make his presence acknowledged, no matter how the envy and the need for your attention stings him. He watches you pet Mingyu’s head, cradling his face with your hands and pulling him up, honey-sweet words dripping from your lips. He hears himself whine for the first time in the night.

Your head snaps to him, and Seungcheol feels blessed for just having your eyes on him. But as fast as his heart skips a beat, so does it break when your expression hardens, still offended.

He knows, knows, you’re being bratty and petty for free, the issue not even being that serious, you are a proving a point – you want to get what you want, seeing them both on their knees for you, putting that bickering on the side and act as they should in your presence. What Seungcheol feared, was how much are you going to step on his pride to let him show you how good he can be for you.

“You said something, mutt?” Oof, he has to grovel.

“Baby-” “Dogs don’t speak.” That irks him, a lot, but he pushes the feeling down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Then his eyes lock back on yours. “Stay.” You say to him, satisfied when he obeys.

This is going to be humiliating.

You lead Mingyu to the couch with you, Seungcheol being put in time out in the kitchen. When your hand slips from his he stops and watches you sit on the couch. You pat on the floor between your legs, “Come.” He obliges, settling between your legs, his frame still big at your feet. “Wait.” Mingyu gulps, salivating at the sole proximity of your sex. Like a dog in front of a bone.

You start to strip off his hoodie and panties painfully slow, pure torture, and you are loving every second of it, his desperate expression making everything so worth it. Once you are naked in front of him, Mingyu doesn’t even realise that his face is inching closer to your cunt, and you remind him to “Wait.” dragging the word like you would with an impatient puppy still learning to respect commands. You spread your folds and the pervert inhales, already drunk on it. Your next words come out breathless, betraying your impatience to feel him on your skin. “Go- Aahnmh m-Mingyu!”

He eats you out like a man starved, licking everywhere, slobbering and messy, face deep in your cunt. You pull at his hair where he sucks at your clit, making you moan. He moans in your folds when he hears you, the sound vibrating through you.

Seungcheol curses under his breath when he hears you loosing yourself under Mingyu’s tongue and mouth. He curses at himself, because he could be in his place, if only he would be less prideful. He feels himself grow bigger and harder at each sound Mingyu pulls out of you. He seriously considers touching himself, but stops instantly when you call for him with a weak and broken voice. He fights the urge to sprint to you. When he enters the living room you are lost in pleasure, Mingyu eating you out, already pussy drunk, bucking his hips in the air, still dressed. Mingyu adds his fingers and starts working you up to your first orgasm. He keeps licking and sucking as his fingers pump in and out of you, curling inside and stroking your sweet spot repeatedly until a strangled moan slips from your throat and your thighs shake in pleasure. Mingyu drinks everything you give him, never stopping, just slowing down, softly overstimulating you to keep your hunger high.

Seungcheol is breathing heavily, staring at the scene in front of him. When you finally acknowledge his presence, with half lidded eyes and mouth parted, uneven breaths escaping from it, he feels like his skin is too tight, burning and screaming from the inside. You swallow a moan when Mingyu licks a broad stripe up your pussy and sucks on your clit painfully slow, moaning like it was him receiving the attention. You manage to barely speak, “A-ar-e you g-going to beh-ave, Che-ol?” He nods; gaze fixated on Mingyu’s face buried between your legs. “Look a-at me.” His head snaps up, irises pitch black by how dilated his pupils are, his brows knitted together.  “Speak, m-mutt.”  Oh, how he hates that, but his dick is too hard to make his brain think about pride. “I’ll behave.” He says in a strained voice. You finally smile at him, and he forgets about anything else.  “Come, Cheol.” He doesn’t move; you roll your eyes. “Come, puppy.” And he is by your side in three strides.

Seungcheol has his face buried in your neck inhaling the scent of your skin and the faint traces of perfume still clinging on it, your peachy shampoo and the subtle tinge of sweat creeping on your skin. He licks up your neck, salty taste on the tip of his tongue, then makes his way placing open mouthed kisses on your throat, nipping at first, then sucking purple marks wherever his lips take place.

Mingyu’s ears perk as he hears you moan when Seungcheol squeezes your tit, suckling on the other one’s nipple, then he glances up from your cunt and huffs displeased when he sees Seungcheol’s markings adorning your neck and chest. He rises from his spot between your legs, towering over you and Seungcheol who does not care and keeps painting your skin in shades of purple and red. Mingyu places one hand on the side of your head and lowers his face on the same level as yours. His free hand cups your face and he is kissing you, all tongue and teeth. The kiss makes your head spin, leaving your chest heaving for air when he detaches his mouth from yours, licking a dark spot on your neck. He sinks his teeth in the mark and bites hard, making you wince slightly. He soothes the bite with his tongue before moving to the next one, repeating the marking for each purple one Seungcheol left. When he catches up to Seungcheol, he nips the elder’s nape lightly, asking him to move. When Seungcheol refuses to let go of your tits, both with his mouth and hand, Mingyu nudges Seungcheol’s nose with his own, pushing in his space even more that he already was. After another fail in making Cheol release your tit, Mingyu pushes his face in Seungcheol’s, and pushes his tongue past his lips.

You are frozen in place at the sight. Yes, they have already joked about it, kissing and stuff, Mingyu pushing Seungcheol’s buttons about it, and the eldest provoking him until Mingyu grew too shy about it, but you have never witnessed this, and by the look on Seungcheol’s face, neither did he. Instead of going for your boob like he planned, Mingyu is following his hyung’s face, eyes unfocused. “Wanna taste her?” and before Seungcheol can formulate a coherent thought, the youngest is kissing his lips open and sliding his tongue inside Seungcheol’s mouth. The man grunts in surprise, his eyebrows impossibly high on his forehead and eyes wide in shock. But then your taste invades his mouth, carried on Mingyu’s tongue and he is licking in his dongsaeng’s mouth, closing his eyes and savouring the taste.

When the two of them part, Mingyu smirks at the ridiculous shocked face you are sporting as Seungcheol clears his throat.  “Wha-what was that!? Since when do you two-mmph”, Mingyu is kissing you silent, making your head spin in pleasure once again.  “Mm-Mingyu, puppy wait” Mingyu moans, again, when you call him by the pet name, grinding on your thigh, making you gasp at how hard he is. Seungcheol nudges your cheek with his knuckles tenderly and when you glance at him, he has a cute pout on his lips, eyes pleading. Then you feel him poke your shoulder with his hard-on. "Do you need attention, puppy?" He nods, his eyes sparkling. You slightly turn towards Seungcheol, Mingyu finding his place with his mouth on your boob and his hand between your thighs, but he doesn’t last long, as he is back again between your legs, your thighs on his broad shoulders.

You concentrate your best to drag down Seungcheol’s sweats, his cock finally free. He sighs in relief and his shaft jumps up. When he sees you pretty hands, with the fresh manicure that he paid for, wrap around his leaking cock he moans, deep and loud. He is heavy in your hand, thick and warm. You are already salivating at the sight and God, the smell, musky and tasty. You are already parting your lips and taking his tip in your mouth, making him hiss. “Fuck baby, I missed this mouth so bad.” He strokes your hair tenderly, the roles already reversed, it only took his cock in your mouth for you to change gears, and they are taking advantage of it. You give them a finger, and they take the whole arm.

Mingyu has finishes feasting on your cunt and is stripping himself of his clothes, fisting himself once bare. He is gliding his cock through your folds, making you moan around Seungcheol's cock, and his eyes roll back with a low groan. Then Mingyu begs again, “Love, please, let me fuck you. I’ll do it so good, please baby, please let me have your cunt.” Is almost embarrassing how Mingyu fits the beggar role, only if he wasn’t a sly bastard, acting coy and obedient to get what he wants, because when you give him the green light all the control slips like reins from your hands.

He buries himself in one single stroke, knocking the air out of your lungs, before pulling slowly out, and lazily increasing the pace, savouring every inch of your wetness, his mouth parted in pure pleasure and lust, a drop of saliva sliding down his tongue to his tip and dropping right above your pussy. You are moaning around Seungcheol’s cock, his hand caressing your hair. “Gyu be good, don’t knock her out that fast.” “She f-eels so goo-d hyunggh, baby you feel so good, so ggood, fuck baby-” his pace has picked up, now ramming his cock like a madman, moaning and groaning your name. You are slobbering all over Seungcheol’s cock, unable to continue blowing him. He takes the matter in his own hands, not able to ignore the longing for your tight throat. “Bear with me baby, just once...” he grabs your head by the sides, and your mouth is already open for him. He pushes steadily in your mouth and down your throat, a satisfied groan leaving his chest as he loses himself in the warmth of your mouth. "Fuck. Yes babygirl, just like that. Mmnngg shit, you take my cock so good baby, makes me proud." His words make you whine, the praise is disgusting, but it fills you with warmth. You gag a few times around him until he is satiated, for now. He withdraws from your throat and his eyes are completely clouded from lust when you look at him. He moves to Mingyu, watching how your boyfriend’s cock is sliding in and out of your cunt while fisting his own. The sight is hypnotizing; he can’t tear his eyes off you. “Mingyu pick her up.”

The youngest obliges, hugging your small body and lifting it from the couch with him, cock impossibly deeper in you. “What now?” he says out of breath, “Now you fuck our babygirl slow so I can prep her ass for me.” Once again, Mingyu obeys, sliding in and out of you patiently, kissing you, swallowing all your whimpers and moans. Seungcheol kneels and savours the view once again before licking from your stretched hole up to the tight ring of your ass. His touch is gentle and coaxing, prepping you slowly even if you are squirming and begging to be filled. “Is Gyu’s cock not enough? Look at how thick it is,” he takes your hand and wraps it around the thick length now halfway inside of you. Cheol’s hand squeezes yours around Mingyu’s cock and he moans, seeing both of your hands around his length, “so thick. And you are taking it like a champ still. He’s filling you so good, isn’t he?” The squeeze makes Mingyu’s hips buck in your cunt. “Fuck he’s so big, poor pussy too small for this big cock.” Mingyu groans at Cheol’s words, and delivers some harsh thrusts, the reminder of how small you are making him even hornier than before. After having fingered your rear hole thoroughly and he is satisfied with the looseness of it, Seungcheol grabs his cock and teases your entrance, making Mingyu stop in his tracks, eager to feel you even fuller for them. “Gyu,” calls out Seungcheol, “sit on the couch, don’t wanna hurt our baby.”

Mingyu pulls out of you making you whine, and he kisses your temple to sooth you. He sits manspreading, his arm stretched out, offering his hand to you. He helps you on his lap, kissing you slowly, teasing your hole with the head of his cock but not entering. Seungcheol chuckles at the sight, coming behind you, pressing his hardness on your ass and caging you between them, kissing your nape. Their presence is both comforting and overwhelming, stimulating you from different sides. Seungcheol is growing impatient behind you, and you feel him lining himself to your hole, so you arch your back for him, giving him better access. When his tip catches in your hole and starts dipping in you he groans audibly, “Good baby, so good for us, giving us everything, fuck, love, you are perfect.” You reply with a heartfelt moan, coming deep from your chest. Mingyu hurries to line himself too, teasing your clit with his dick until Seungcheol is halfway inside you, then he grabs your hips over Seungcheol’s hands and pulls you down in one go on both of their cocks. You silently scream, all the air in your lungs stolen from you, and he is smirking like a piece of shit. “Fucking hell Mingyu,” Seungcheol groans after moaning out the lewdest sound you ever heard, “warn a man, would you?” he cups your cheek, your head hidden in the crook of Mingyu’s neck, “Baby? Love, are you alright? Talk to m- Oh fuck, baby did you cum?” your lower half is spasming unevenly, you are brainless and whimpering.

The last strand of composure snaps, both murmuring a fast ‘sorry’ in your ears and kissing you on each temple before starting to fuck in you at a punishing pace. Mingyu has his eyes locked on yours, panting in your face, completely lost in you, as Seungcheol is groaning and occasionally whimpering at the feeling of your tightness and the glide of Mingyu’s cock against his, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, alternating between kisses and nips. At some point you collapse moaning against Mingyu, face hidden in his neck again, and the two men stare at each other, panting in their faces, their thrusts never stopping. Mingyu smirks when Seungcheol lifts himself, fucking you from a different angle, all the thick muscle mass on display, the heavy pecs flexed, the thin layer of softness covering his abs jiggling when his hips meet yours, biceps swollen and tense in effort. Mingyu finds himself biting his lip at the sight.

“Fuck you look so hot.” He blurts out before he even realises he voiced that thought out loud. Seungcheol chuckles, pace faltering for a beat after hearing the comment, then back on rhythm again. Mingyu blushes and bucks his hips in you, harder. “Am I turning you gay, Gyu?” and he smacks playfully your ass, making you moan again and mutter ‘again’, and he delivers. “Nah you have a shit personality,” huffs Mingyu, breathing ragged, “’could never fall for a guy like you.” Seungcheol breaths out a laugh, “But you find me hot?” and he leans to the front, face a few inches from Mingyu’s, who is eyeing his hyung’s lips and licking his own. “Yeah,” he says still fixated on the pair of lips he tasted earlier, “you look hot as fuck fucking our girlfriend.” Now looking in Seungcheol’s eyes, full of hunger.

“Are you two dogs done flirting? I did not put on a show for nothing, fuck me properly!” you whine between them. Seungcheol, smiles and rises up, sliding out of your ass enjoying your protests and whines at the loss off the filling. “Be patient, I wanna fuck your pretty little pussy and cum in it tonight. Besides, Gyu definitely has some pent-up energy to release first.” He smirks at the younger male. And he goes to the kitchen to fetch some water. Mingyu showers you in kisses, “Sorry baby, got distracted for a sec.” “Yeah, I saw that,” you chuckle, “care to tell me what’s up with you tonight?” he cocks his head to the side, acting innocent. “Puppy. Come on.” “I have no idea what you are talking about love.” “Pupp-” you are interrupted by Seungcheol handing you a glass of water, which down like a soju shot. “Slowly baby, I want you to choke on our dicks, not on water.” Chuckles once again Cheol. When you are about to turn to Mingyu, inquiring him again about his antics, you feel him slip out of you fast and next your ass is thrown on the couch. He manhandles you on all fours, pressing with one hand your face in the backrest of the couch, the other gripping your hip as he pushes his cock in one go, making you moan. “Back to business.” Is everything you hear before being pounded like a ragdoll. At some point Seungcheol’s cock comes in sight, and you wrap a hand around it, stroking unevenly thanks to Mingyu, but is enough for the eldest, seeing you pretty nails he paid for on his shaft again.

Mingyu’s thrusts grow erratic, now fucking you with the sole purpose of filling your cunt with his cum. “Gonna fill you up, fuck! You’ll be so full of cum baby, so full of my cum- ah ah fuckfuckfuck yes, fuck yes-!” When he cums, he bites hard, sinking his teeth in your nape. He firmly keeps your flesh between his pearly whites for a few beats, then soothing the pain with his tongue and feeling the teeth print on your skin, relishing at how deep the holes his canines left. “Fuck baby you are amazing, this pussy was made to be filled with cum, my cum, our cum.” You only whimper and nod in response. He trails kisses down your spine, easing himself slowly out of you, spreading your butt cheeks to watch his cum drip out of you, only to push it back in with his fingers.

Seungcheol’s head peeks from behind Mingyu, looking at the mess between your legs, groaning at the sight of cum coming out of you. He nudges slightly Mingyu to the side, caressing your back and kissing your temple. Strong hands wrap around you, and you are turned with your stomach facing the ceiling, legs falling open, ready. Seungcheol groans, fisting himself, impossibly hard and thick. You found in yourself some attitude at the sight of Seungcheol, even if you looked like an absolute mess and your brain was turned into putty. You place your foot on his stomach, stopping him. “W-waait. Puppy, wait.” He freezes, then groans, “Don’t do this to me, please babygirl, don’t.” “You said you’ll behave, right puppy? Are you going to be a good boy for me and wait?” Cheol is restraining himself as Mingyu snickers, padding towards the bathroom. “So obedient, our Cheollie.” Sing-songs Mingyu from the bathroom. That makes Seungcheol snap, his expression turning serious, eyes darkening. It makes you shiver half in fear, half in arousal.

He is grabbing your ankles, yanking them up and in plunging in you, setting a punishing pace. You are a moaning mess once again pushing at him and muttering ‘bad Cheol, bad puppy' between heavy breaths and groans. He is now hugging your legs together, your knees on his shoulder as he keeps on fucking you stupid. He is silent the whole time beside strained moans and groans, when you start squeezing him closer to your climax he stops, waits, then resumes, bringing you over and over close to the edge, never enough to let you tip over. Your eyes are filled with tears, the only tears he ever wants to see on you, when he is overstimulating you and you are drowning in pleasure under him. He abruptly stops, making you cry out in frustration, then he slips out of you and adjusts your body so only your upper half of your back is on the couch. He then spreads your legs and spits on your cunt before dragging his tongue a few times across your slit. Your brain is already catching up on the pattern, but you are so horny your synapses feel too drunk on Seungcheol to warn you about the absolute threat that is about to hit you.

Mingyu’s timing is just right when he comes out of the shower. He is drying his hair with a towel when he hears your scream turning into a deep moan, and he winces. Seungcheol is putting you in your place as the certified brat tamer he is, and there’s only one way to do that.

Your knees are on each side of your head, his palms pressed behind them, keeping your legs in place. Seungcheol is using all his strength and weight at its best, pounding in you with zero restraint or regret. Your sounds are entrancing his brain, broken sobs turning into moans and whimpers. His eyes desperately search for yours, now rolled back in the skull of your head from all the pleasure you are feeling. “L-love, Y/N” he calls for you breathless, “baby please” when you finally glance towards him, he releases a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. He releases one of your legs, to cup your face with his hand, his thumb against your lips, sliding from one corner to the other. Then he presses on your bottom lip, parting it from your upper and slides his thumb in your mouth, pressing on your tongue. The saliva that flooded your mouth clings to his finger and dribbles from your mouth down his wrist, before you gently suckle on his thumb. His eyes boring in yours all the time, gaze intense, obsessed and addicted. It scares you sometimes, how intoxicated Seungcheol can get on you. When he sees you are still with him, even if barely, he picks up hi pace again, hearing your wrecked voice once again.

Mingyu is leaning on the doorframe, sporting a half hard on that will go as it came, watching you being annihilated under Seungcheol. His eyes get caught on Cheol’s back, sweat running down the dip of his spine to his plump ass, bands of back muscles flexing and shifting under his slightly tanned skin. His tattoos glistening in the dim lighting. His gaze moves to his shoulders and arms for the second time tonight, he is holding you up like you weight nothing, yet his biceps pop out deliciously, the sharp scratches of your nails defining them even more. Mingyu can’t help but palms himself, forcing his brain to just enjoy and ask the big questions in another lifetime.

Your walls spasm and contract around Seungcheol’s cock for the nth time, making you sob from the slight pain you are starting to feel after being edged for so long. Cheol seems to be satisfied with the punishment, so he eases you out of the mating press and wraps your legs around his hips, then presses his palm flat on your lower belly, right over his cock, fucking you at bunny speed and impossibly deep. The change in position awakens your body with a jolt, pleasure overwhelming as he works you to your high. You are pushing at his arm and chest desperately, but he keeps going, thrusts off tempo but never stopping. His other hand toys now with your clit, and after three more thrusts, you are cumming, squirting all over his crotch and lower abs, mouth parted in a silent scream, unable to breath. He cums while you are squirting, moaning your name obscenely. After some heavy breaths, you regain some lucidity and glance up at him. He is beautiful, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping from his temples and mouth parted. He inhales deeply and,

“Woof.”

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Against all odds, you’ve managed to secure the PTO that Mingyu and Seungcheol talked about a week ago back in the studio, happily weaving yourself into their tight unit pre-debut schedule to make this trip possible. Despite Mingyu’s descriptions of what you could have possibly been doing if they had you with them, your initial mental image of the trip is much simpler: you, alone, lounging in rented places while they vanish for hours on end to film endless content “out in the wild” and only return for sleep. And it has been blissfully, utterly dismantled.

Instead, you’ve become a permanent fixture on the periphery of their work, a cherished mascot. You tag along—or rather, they drag you, refusing to leave you by yourself,—and to be honest, you love every minute of it. It’s a unique kind of fun, seeing this side of their work, witnessing the transformation from your doting boyfriends into consummate professionals even if the concept of their shoots is entirely relaxed and candid, very real and loose instead of strictly staged. But their professional demeanour is constantly punctuated by stolen moments meant just for you: a cheeky wink from Mingyu as he looks back over his shoulder between snapshots, a slow, secret smile from Seungcheol when he catches your eye across the beach. You make yourself useful, a part-time staff member of your own making, distributing cold water bottles to the crew or standing dutifully with a small fan, creating a merciful breeze for the two of them as they huddle over a monitor, reviewing the day’s footage with critical eyes. Bumzu, their producer and, surprisingly, photographer for this album, seems to find your presence a source of amusement, his camera often swivelling to capture your candid interactions with them. He promises to send you the entire archive later for photo album memories.

Today’s location is a stunning, sleek yacht. It’s the wrap-up for a late-night shoot, the culmination of a long day spent mostly on the water. The boys have been filming material for the highlight medley, a ton of photos for the album photobook, teasers, and what seems like a million selfies for potential photocards. The air is thick with the scent of saltwater and sunscreen.

In-between the shoots throughout the day, you even managed to steal a moment for yourself, plunging into the shockingly clear, cool water for a swim or two, together with Mingyu and Seungcheol, the frantic energy of the day washing away in the gentle swell. Now, as the director calls, “That’s a wrap!” you feel the collective sigh of relief from the crew. You’re near the stern, carefully zipping up your bag after a final check, making sure no personal item gets left behind when you get back to the shore, when a warm presence materializes at your side.

You look up to find Seungcheol, his face softened in the ambient deck lighting, a tired but fond smile playing on his lips. His hand comes to rest on the small of your back. “Don’t rush, princess,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Gyu’s currently bargaining with the team.”

You tilt your head, curiosity instantly piqued. “Bargaining? What for?”

He just gives you that mysterious, dimpled smile that makes your stomach flutter, the one that promises a pleasant secret. “You’ll see.”

And indeed, you do. About five minutes later, you watch in bemused silence as the entire production team—camera operators, stylists, coordinators, even Bumzu with a knowing wave—files onto another, smaller yacht that had been shadowing you all day. The engine purrs to life, and soon, the vessel is carving a white path through the darkening water towards the distant, twinkling lights of the shore, leaving you, Seungcheol, and Mingyu in a sudden silence aboard your now-deserted yacht.

The quiet is immense, broken only by the gentle lap-lap of waves against the hull. You turn, looking between your two men. Mingyu is leaning against the railing, looking immensely pleased with himself, while Seungcheol watches you, his arms crossed, enjoying your confusion.

“What was that?” you finally ask, looking between their smug faces, your curiosity piqued to its absolute limit.

Mingyu pushes off the railing and strides over, his tall frame silhouetted against the indigo sky. “I may or may not have a licence to sail boats of this size,” he informs you, a puff of pride in his chest. “And I may or may not have convinced them that we are perfectly capable, responsible adults who will be just fine alone out here for a few more hours.”

Your jaw drops slightly. “A licence? Since when?” The question is automatic. When did he, amidst the relentless cycle of comebacks, practices, and tours, find the time to become certified to helm a yacht?

He just winks, tapping the side of his nose. “A man has to have his secrets. Question is for another day, baby. Right now.” He spreads his arms wide, encompassing the empty deck, the vast, star-dusted sky, the two of them. “...it’s just us.”

The implication sinks in, warm and thrilling. No crew, no managers, no cameras. No need to hold back a touch, a kiss, a lingering look. The freedom is as intoxicating as the tropical air. The three of you simply bask in it at first, collapsing onto the large, cushioned lounge on the deck. You settle naturally between them, Seungcheol’s arm slung around your shoulders, Mingyu’s hand finding yours, his fingers lacing through yours. You recount the funniest moments of the day, the minor mishaps, the stunning shots. The one Bumzu made after sunset, the guys wearing no makeup, hair wet, just sitting, Mingyu looking off into the distance and Seungcheol looking at the camera by his side. Your laughter rings out, clear and unselfconscious, carrying far through the night ocean air. The sky above is a deep velvet black, pierced by a million brilliant, sparkling stars, a celestial spectacle you never see in the city.

It starts slow, so insidious you almost miss the shift. Or perhaps your brain has become so attuned to their frequency, so wired to their presence, that it registers their touch as a fundamental, necessary constant, like breathing and therefore escapes your conscious attention. It begins with them lavishing their attention on you, their warm hands and big bodies sandwiching you in a cocoon of familiar heat, starved from a day of professional distance. Seungcheol’s hand strokes your arm, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your skin. Mingyu nuzzles into your hair, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.

“Been wanting to do that all day,"” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.

“Which part?” you tease, tilting your head to give him better access. “The nuzzling or the kissing?”

“All of it,” Seungcheol answers for him, his voice a low hum against your other side. His hand slides from your arm to your waist, his palm a brand through the thin fabric of your dress. “Every single touch. Every time I saw you laughing in the sun, I wanted to pull you into my arms and keep you there.”

The admission, spoken with such quiet intensity, sends a shiver down your spine. The dynamic shifts then, subtly but unmistakably. It doesn’t happen often, this particular configuration, but you love it with fierce, secret joy when it does—when Seungcheol and Mingyu let the last of their inhibitions fall away and pay deliberate, heated attention to each other, too. Mingyu’s head lifts, his eyes meeting Seungcheol’s over your head. The look that passes between them is charged, a silent conversation of raised eyebrows and slight, knowing smiles.

Somehow, the act of them both kissing and touching you—Mingyu’s mouth on your neck, Seungcheol’s on your shoulder—becomes the catalyst. You feel the shift in their posture, the way they lean into each other. And then Mingyu is leaning further over you, his hand coming up to cup Seungcheol’s jaw, and their mouths meet above you.

For a minute, you just watch from beneath, utterly awed. The sight of them together, the two most important men in your life, kissing with slow, building passion, is breathtakingly beautiful. Their profiles are outlined against the starry sky, the sounds of their soft, wet kisses mingling with the ocean’s rhythm. It’s a rare and precious thing, this vulnerability between them.

But the awe soon gives way to a possessive, bratty streak. You squirm between them, a faux pout on your lips. “Well, this is just great,” you complain, your voice dripping with exaggerated hurt. “I come all this way, fly across an ocean, and now I’m just a pillow while you two have all the fun. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered.”

You’re being a brat, and you’re acutely aware of it. You don’t mean a word of it, though a primal, greedy part of you always prefers the full, undivided weight of their attention. But they take the bait, just as you knew they would.

Mingyu breaks the kiss with Seungcheol, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face as he looks down at you. “Is that right, baby? Feeling ignored?” He pinches your side playfully.

Seungcheol chuckles, a deep, rich sound. “Our greedy little princess. Can’t stand not being the absolute centre of attention for five seconds, can you?” His hand slides from your waist to your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.

“It was more than five seconds!” you whine, arching into his touch even as you protest.

“Alright, alright,” Mingyu coos, his tone mock-soothing. “We hear you. Don’t we, hyung?” His eyes flick back to Seungcheol, and that unspoken understanding passes between them again. “We’ll give our needy girl exactly what she wants.”

What unfolds is a dizzying, intoxicating three-way street of shared pleasure. It becomes a lazy, heated rotation of lips and hands, a shared exploration where everyone gets a turn. Mingyu kisses you, deep and searching, while Seungcheol’s mouth finds the sensitive skin behind your ear. Then Seungcheol claims your lips, his kiss slower, more languid, as Mingyu’s hands roam over your body, rucking up the hem of your dress. You turn your head to capture Mingyu’s mouth again, your hand tangling in Seungcheol’s hair, pulling him closer to your neck. They kiss over you, around you, their hands occasionally brushing, tangling, as they focus on you, and then on each other, pulling you into their orbit until the lines between who is kissing whom beautifully blur.

It’s you, inevitably, who breaks first, the building heat becoming an unbearable inferno. The playful teasing evaporates, replaced by a raw, desperate need. “Please,” you gasp, breaking away from a searing kiss from Mingyu. Your hands fumble with the straps of your dress. “Please, just fuck me. Right here. I need you both. Now.”

Seungcheol’s eyes darken, the playful glint replaced by deep hunger. “Who are we to deny our princess her pleasure?” he rasps, his voice gravelly with desire.

They move with coordinated efficiency specific to them, that always speaks of intimate familiarity. Your dress is peeled away, followed by your flimsy underwear. The warm night air kisses your bare skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from their bodies as they crowd around you on the wide lounge. They work you up with a torturous, worshipful slowness. Mingyu settles between your legs, his large hands spreading your thighs apart as he lowers his head, his tongue tracing a slow, devastating path up your inner thigh.

“So pretty for us,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your aching core. “All day, in that little dress, driving us insane.”

As his mouth finds you, hot and wet and perfect, you cry out, your back arching off the cushions. Seungcheol is there to catch you, cradling your head in his lap, his thumbs stroking your temples. “Shhh, baby, just feel it,” he soothes, before leaning down to capture your mouth in a deep, swallowing kiss. His hands find your breasts, cupping and kneading them, his thumbs flicking over your peaked nipples until you’re writhing, trapped between the twin assaults of his hands and mouth and Mingyu’s masterful tongue. The puffs of his warm breath feather over your slick folds every time he detaches from your pussy for better inhales, his tongue wet and warm, licking and fucking into you, his lips kissing at your clit with slurping noises of someone who’s been starving for a meal. Every sound he makes is breathless, husky. Mingyu is so pussy drunk he abandons any thought of speech, focusing on ravishing your weeping cunt.

“Tastes so good, baby,” Mingyu finally groans against your core, the vibration shooting straight to your spine. “All sweet and salty from the ocean.”

They edge you, repeatedly, cruelly, wonderfully. Just as you feel the coil of your orgasm tighten to a breaking point, Mingyu pulls away, blowing cool air on your sensitized flesh. You sob, a broken, frustrated sound.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Seungcheol whispers against your lips. “We decide when you cum.”

“Please, Gyu, Cheol, I can’t—” you beg, your mind fracturing.

“Look at her,” Mingyu finally says, his voice thick with arousal as he looks up at Seungcheol. “So desperate for it. Begging for our cocks like she can’t live without them.”

“She can’t,” Seungcheol replies, his gaze locked on your tear-streaked face. “Can you, princess? You need us to feel complete, don’t you?”

You can only nod, whimpers falling from your lips like prayers. Finally, they show mercy. Seungcheol shifts, laying you flat on your back on the cushions. Mingyu fiddles with his swim shorts and boxers, and rises above you, his cock, hard and leaking, nudging at your entrance. He doesn’t push in immediately, just teases, smearing the precum over your clit, making you jolt.

“Ready for me, baby?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

“Yes! Please, Gyu, please!”

He sinks into you in one slow, inexorable thrust, filling you completely, his length kissing your cervix with a deep, familiar pressure that steals the air from your lungs. A broken cry is torn from your throat. Before you can even adjust, you feel Seungcheol’s hand on your cheek, gently turning your head. He also got rid of his clothes.

“Open up, pretty girl,” he commands softly, his own thick, girthier cock nudging at your lips. “Need this pretty mouth, too.”

You open willingly, and he pushes inside, the stretch of your jaw a sweet, familiar strain. He doesn’t thrust, not yet, just lets you acclimatize to the feeling of him heavy on your tongue as Mingyu begins to move within you, setting a deep, rolling rhythm that rocks your entire body.

“That’s it,” Seungcheol groans, his hand tangling in your hair. “Such a good girl. Taking us so well.”

The praise is a catalyst. Mingyu picks up his pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the lapping waves. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Always so perfect for me. Milking my cock like you were made for it.”

Seungcheol begins to move then, a shallow thrust into your mouth. “You were, weren’t you? Made for us. Our perfect little fuck doll. Taking me so deep. Gagging on it so prettily for me.”

The filth, the praise, the overwhelming physical sensation—it all conspires to drag you under into that blissful, headspace where thought is impossible and there is only feeling. You are an instrument for their pleasure, and in yielding completely, you find your own. Your eyes roll back, tears of overstimulation and ecstasy leaking from the corners as they use you, their movements becoming less coordinated, more frantic.

In your trio, you have the least stamina, though it has improved dramatically over the course of dating these two virile men. But you are still the first to be fucked into a mindless, boneless state. Your whimpers become nonsensical, your body pliant and utterly spent. Just as you feel yourself about to tap out, a hand—you’re not sure whose—gives your ass a sharp, stinging slap.

“Not yet,” Mingyu pants, his thrusts never faltering. “We’re not done with you. You can take it. You’re our good girl, our perfect cum dumpster, aren’t you?”

The words, so crude and yet so right, send a fresh wave of heat through your exhausted body. Your own kink—the deep-seated desire to be used, cherished, and utterly ruined by them—ignites, and you lean into the sensation, letting the last of your resistance melt away. You are theirs to use as they see fit.

You cum with a shattered, guttural scream around Seungcheol’s cock, your body convulsing violently, clamping down on Mingyu’s length. He groans, his rhythm stuttering but not stopping. “Again,” he commands and begins pistoning violently into your stretched opening, his voice rough. “Come again for me, baby. Squeeze my cock just like that.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. A second in a row, sharper orgasm rips through you, leaving you boneless and sobbing, oversensitive and utterly spent.

On the opposite spectrum is Mingyu, a man of seemingly endless stamina. As you float in your pleasurable haze and Seungcheol, with a final, deep groan, spills down your throat, Mingyu is still hard and driving into you. Seungcheol pulls out of your mouth, panting heavily, and collapses beside you, one hand still possessively on your hip.

“You’re a machine, Gyu,” he breathes, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as the younger man continues to pound into your oversensitive, clutching cunt.

“Just getting started, hyung,” Mingyu replies, a wicked, predatory gleam in his eyes. His attention shifts from your fucked-out mewling form to Seungcheol, who is lying on his back, chest heaving, undoubtedly growing drowsy in his post-orgasm lassitude.

You watch, your vision hazy, as Mingyu slowly, reluctantly, pulls out of you. A soft, bereft sound escapes your lips at the loss but your nervous system sings in relief shortly after. He doesn’t go far. He crawls over to Seungcheol, his body a dark silhouette against the stars. He begins kissing along the older man’s powerful body—his neck, his collarbones, the hard planes of his chest—his hands rubbing over thick thighs and the round, firm curve of his ass.

“Hyung,” Mingyu murmurs, his voice so low you can barely make it out over the blood roaring in your ears. “You look so pretty like this. All laid out for me.”

Seungcheol’s eyes, which had been closed, flutter open, a faint blush spreading across his chest. He looks up at Mingyu, a complex mix of surrender and anticipation in his gaze. “You’re insatiable,” he breathes, but there’s no real protest in it. He knows what’s coming. He allows it, welcomes it even, on these rare occasions.

“Only for you two,” Mingyu replies, his hand slipping between Seungcheol’s legs, palming his spent cock, which already shows signs of stirring back to life under the expert attention. “Let me take care of you, hm? You did so well taking care of her.”

He leans down, capturing Seungcheol’s mouth in a deep, searing kiss. It’s different from the one they shared earlier; this is all-consuming, possessive. You watch, your own haze clearing as a new, fascinating scene unfolds. Mingyu hovers over Cheol, nestled between his thighs. One hand slips down, and you watch with bated breath as Mingyu begins to fist both their cocks together, his large hand struggling to contain them both. The sight is profoundly lewd.

Seungcheol is moaning into the kiss, soft, sweet sighs that are unfairly pretty. “Gyu... ah…” His hips begin to buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.

“See?” Mingyu whispers against his lips, his voice thick with triumph. “You’re not done either. You just needed the right motivation.”

At this point, you are fully present, propped up on an elbow, watching them with rapt attention. Watching Seungcheol, your rock, your dependable man, submit to Mingyu’s ministrations is a beautiful, rare sight that never fails to make your heart clench and your core ache with fresh need. Your own hand slips between your legs, and you begin rubbing your swollen, oversensitive clit in slow, languid circles as you watch them pleasure each other.

Mingyu collects the bead of precum forming at Seungcheol’s tip and, without breaking eye contact with the older man, pushes his slick finger against the tight ring of muscle of his ass.

Seungcheol’s breath catches sharply, his body tensing for a moment before you watch him consciously force himself to relax, his head falling back against the cushion. His own hand comes down to join Mingyu’s, slowly pumping and twisting their shafts together.

“Relax, hyung,” Mingyu coos, working him open with one finger, then carefully adding a second. “I’ve got you.”

He removes his fingers, the intrusion gone, and spits into his palm before slicking up his own impressive length. He aligns himself with Cheol’s entrance, the head of his cock pressing against the pucker. “Ready?”

Seungcheol nods, his jaw clenched, his eyes screwed shut. “Yeah. Do it. Slowly.”

Mingyu begins to press inside, a slow, relentless invasion. The older man keens, a high, breathy sound you’ve rarely heard, and arches his back off the lounge, his knuckles white where he grips the cushions. On some primal, sympathetic instinct, you whimper and arch your own back, your fingers working faster on your clit, as if it were you being stretched and filled in that moment. The sensation is electric, a direct line from the sight of them to your throbbing core.

Your mewling catches their attention. Seungcheol’s eyes, bleary and heavy-lidded with pleasure, find yours. He reaches out a trembling hand, pulling on your elbow.

“Come here,” he rasps, his voice wrecked. “Need you closer.”

You move willingly, but it’s not enough for them. In a coordinated, effortless movement that speaks of their shared intent, they manhandle you. Mingyu, still sheathed deep within Seungcheol, helps guide you on top of the older man. You end up lying flush on top of Seungcheol’s chest, his arms coming around to secure you in a tight, sweaty embrace. His skin is sticky with dried sweat and warm, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ear.

And then Mingyu, who is now behind both of you on his knees, takes Seungcheol’s newly hardened shaft and guides it to your already dripping, oversensitive entrance.

“Take him, baby,” Mingyu grunts, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

You wriggle and sink down onto Seungcheol, a shared, guttural moan tearing from both your throats in unison. He feels immense inside you, the feeling amplified by the knowledge that Mingyu is buried inside him. And then Mingyu finally begins to move, pounding into Seungcheol’s ass with deep, powerful thrusts.

Each of Mingyu’s thrusts jolts Seungcheol’s body, which in turn makes his cock thrust up into you, even if it’s just a half-inch. It’s a chain reaction of pleasure, a filthy, perfect loop. You’re too worn out to move on top of Cheol, so you simply cockwarm him, letting the external forces (Mingyu’s powerful thrusts) move you both. It proves to be more than enough. Mingyu has the two of you making the lewdest symphony of sounds—you, with your quiet, overwhelmed sighs and mewls; Seungcheol, with his breathy, high-pitched whimpers and broken moans as Mingyu relentlessly assaults his prostate.

“You like that, hyung? You like being fucked while you’re inside our princess? Feeling me in your ass?” Mingyu pants, his voice a dark thread of dominance weaving through your shared ecstasy.

“And you,” he degrades, his tone possessive and adoring all at once. “Just lying there, taking his cock so nicely. Our perfect, lazy girl. Using hyung’s dick to get yourself off without even moving.” He delivers a sharp, stinging slap to your ass, the sound cracking in the night air. You cry out, the pain-pleasure sparking through your system.

He somehow manages to reach down and pinch one of Seungcheol’s nipples, hard, making the older man jolt and let out a choked sob. “Look at the two of you. Both so fucked out and stupid on my cock. You’re just my little sluts, aren’t you? Made for each other, made for me.”

“Please,” Seungcheol begs, his composure utterly shattered. “Gyu, please, I’m— I can’t—”

“Can’t what, hyung?” Mingyu taunts, driving into him harder, faster. “Can’t take it? Or can’t stop? You want to come, don’t you? You want to fill our girl up while I’m filling you?”

“Yes! God, yes!” Seungcheol sobs, his arms tightening around you like vices. You feel his cock begin to pulse inside you, the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm.

The sight of Seungcheol’s completely wrecked, tear-streaked face, the sounds of his unabashed pleading, and the feel of him swelling within you is the final push you need. Your own orgasm crashes over you, a silent, convulsing wave that has you clenching around him, your vision spotting as you silently gasp. Seungcheol follows with a broken shout, his release hot and deep inside you as his body arches violently beneath you. The feeling of his climax triggers Mingyu’s own; with a final, brutal thrust and a guttural roar that seems to shake the very yacht, he stills, pouring his own release into Seungcheol’s depths.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of three sets of lungs gasping for air, the ragged harmony of your collective completion. Then, carefully, Mingyu pulls out and collapses beside the two of you on the spacious lounge, creating a hot, sweaty, spent heap of tangled limbs on the deck.

In the ensuing silence, broken only by the gentle ocean and your slowing breaths, you are in your happiest place. Seungcheol rolls you both over on the side and you end up sandwiched between them, him at your front, still sheathed inside you, and Mingyu a solid line of heat at your back, you feel peace so profound it borders on spiritual. You lift your head weakly and begin to litter Seungcheol’s chest and jaw with soft, reverent kisses as he floats down from his intense subspace.

“You were so good, Cheollie,” you murmur against his skin. “So beautiful.”

Mingyu’s arm wraps around both of you, his hand stroking Seungcheol’s hair. “He really was, wasn’t he? Our hyung. Letting go so prettily for us.”

Seungcheol flusters underneath the praise, a shy, dimpled smile gracing his kiss-swollen lips. He tries to hide his face in your hair, but you gently coax him out, kissing his eyelids.

“Don’t hide,” you whisper. “We love you like this. We love all of you.”

He finally stills, accepting the adoration because he knows—and there is no point in hiding it from either of you—how much he craves this specific, vulnerable attention and praise, every word of it. He preens under it, his body relaxing completely, safe and adored in the circle of your shared, boundless love. The three of you lie there, under the starry sky, a perfect, sated, and unbreakable tangle, the yacht rocking you gently as you drift together in the aftermath.

“Let’s rest for a bit and then I’ll get us back to the shore,” Mingyu mumbles and the two of you hum in agreement.

The vibrant, sun-drenched memories of Hawaii feel a world away. Los Angeles unfolds in a different palette—a sprawling metropolis of cool greys, shimmering glass, and relentless sunshine that highlights the frantic energy of your current location. The photoshoots were one thing; you had loved every minute of those first few days in LA. The concept was pretty simple: two young best friends living their best life. You had happily trailed behind the crew, a silent, smiling spectator as they captured Seungcheol and Mingyu playing pool in a dimly lit bar, their competitive banter echoing in the quiet space. You’d watched them jog along the shoreline in Santa Monica, the early morning light catching the sweat on their temples, their laughter carried away by the ocean breeze. You’d even been in the car, crammed into the backseat by Bumzu’s side as he took shots of the carefree drive in the rented Ford Mustang, the wind whipping through their hair as they sang along to the radio. It was authentic, lighthearted and fun, and you felt included in their bubble of silly, effortless camaraderie.

But that bubble has well and truly burst today.

The day of the music video shoot arrives, and if the photoshoots were a celebration of their friendship, this feels like its antithesis. At least to you. You understand the concept intellectually. You understand that everyone here, from the director to the dancers, is a consummate professional doing a job. The logic is sound, a cold, hard fact in your mind.

Yet, it does nothing to quell the irrational, primal jealousy that simmers deep in your bones, a low-grade fever of possession as you watch the actresses interact with your boyfriends. The entire shoot happens in the harsh, revealing light of a downtown LA street, making every touch, every glance, feel uncomfortably real.

You don’t like the scene where Mingyu, styled as a devastatingly handsome office worker, strides down the sidewalk, engrossed in his phone. A woman stands by the wall, watching him walk by, but the next frame her fingers are curling around his forearm and yanking him off screen, into the suggestive shadow of a nearby alley. When he reappears for the next shot, his hair artfully ruffled, his tie askew courtesy stylists, a dazed confused expression on his face, your stomach clenches.

It’s just an innuendo, you tell yourself, forcing a slow breath. Nothing actually happened. Mingyu didn’t even do anything. It’s only implied. You mentally file the scene away, trying to bury the unease. And after some time it does go away.

You hate the next sequence even more. Seungcheol, looking impossibly cool in baggy jean shorts and a jacket, leans against a lamppost, the picture of casual anticipation. A car rolls up, driven by another stunning woman with a cascade of tight curls. He flashes that heart-stopping, gummy smile and hops in. The shots of them driving off are brief; the interior frames are captured later in a stationary car against a green screen. He’s not doing much, just experimenting with different expressions—a shy glance, a playful smirk—directed at her profile. You’re almost ready to let it go, to chalk it up to the job, when he reaches out. His fingers, the same ones that trace your spine with such reverence, gently brush a stray curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. The gesture is both simple and meaningless, and at the same time too intimate, tender. Your eye twitches, a barely perceptible tick, and you have to look away.

But most of all, you despise the club scene.

They’ve transformed a vacant warehouse into a pulsating nightclub, complete with strobe lights and a haze of artificial fog. And in the center of it all are Mingyu and Seungcheol, dressed in straight-leg jeans and simple white sleeveless tops that showcase the powerful, familiar lines of their arms and shoulders. They look so fucking hot it physically hurts, and you despise that their smoldering looks and and heart-stopping smiles are directed at women assigned to play the part in this scene.

You watch, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, as they flirt and dance for the cameras. The director yells cues, the music thrums, and you feel yourself shrinking. Your last thread of composure snaps during a wide shot of the “club” crowd. Seungcheol is facing one of the lead dancers, their bodies close in the simulated crush of the dancefloor. Her hand lands flat on his pec, her fingers splaying over the firm muscle. She doesn’t just leave it there; she traces a light, lingering circle, her smile a flash of white in the strobing red light.

Ironically, the lighting in the room is a hellish, pulsating red, and red is all you see. A hot, sharp wave of pure territorial fury washes over you. You almost lurch forward, the words, Get your fucking hands off him, a silent growl in your throat. You bite the inside of your cheek until you taste copper, forcing yourself to breathe deeper, to remember the script, the professionalism, the fact that this is their moment, not yours for a messy, emotional scene.

You don’t say a word. You simply shut down. It’s not a punitive silent treatment—they don’t deserve that. Rather, it’s a retreat, a necessary withdrawal. You understand, with painful clarity, that your jealousy is stupid. Baseless. And yet, you can’t help the possessiveness flaring like a fever. They are yours. The thought is primal, undeniable. You don’t like anyone touching them in any remotely real way, especially when it’s not even a formal dance choreography where contact would be a logical, expected requirement.

You stay silent, plastered against a far wall, hoping the corrosive feeling will burn itself out by the end of the long, exhausting day.

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

The car ride back to the rented villa in the Hollywood Hills is steeped in a heavy silence, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the manager discussing the next day’s schedule. You stare out the window at the blur of neon, feeling hollowed out.

Once you’re inside the spacious, cool villa, the manager departs mumbling something about needing a short break before the last content shoot for the day. The moment the door clicks shut, the atmosphere shifts. Seungcheol turns to you, his eyes soft with concern.

“Okay, talk to us,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. He steps closer, his hand coming up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. “You’ve been especially quiet since the club set. What’s going on in that head of yours, princess?”

You shake your head, avoiding his gaze. “It’s nothing, Cheol. Really. I’m just tired. It was a long day.”

Mingyu comes up behind you, his large hands settling on your shoulders, kneading the tense muscles. “That’s not your ‘I’m tired’ face, baby. That’s your ‘I’m upset and I’m trying not to show it’ face. We have a PhD in reading you, remember?”

“I’m fine,” you insist, your voice tighter than you intended. “You both did great today. It’s going to look amazing.”

They exchange a look over your head—a silent, knowing conversation. Seungcheol sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Okay. If you say so. But we’re here when you’re ready to talk, yeah?”

You nod and they don’t press further, granting you a temporary reprieve. You use the opportunity to retreat, mumbling about needing to freshen up before escaping to the sanctuary of your shared bedroom.

For a couple of hours, you lie in the dim silence, the day’s images playing on a torturous loop behind your eyelids. The anger has faded, leaving behind a dull, aching vulnerability. The sound of their muffled laughter from the living room eventually ceases. The villa falls into a deep, California-night quiet.

It’s only then, wrapped in the lingering scent of their colognes on the pillows, that you finally feel the walls around your heart crack. You need them. Not to accuse, not to fight, just to be near them. To be reminded of what’s real.

The villa is vast and silent, a striking contrast to the chaotic energy of the day. The cool, polished concrete floors feel soothing under your bare feet as you pad through the dimly lit hallways. The sound of low, rhythmic grunts and the clanking of metal guides you, a siren’s call pulling you towards the home gym. You find them there, drenched in the bright lighting that seems to worship every sculpted line of their bodies.

You stop in the doorway, leaning against the frame, content for a moment just to watch. They are in their element again, but this is a different kind of performance—raw, unfiltered, and entirely for themselves. Their manager is with them, phone in hand, circling them and snapping photos as they move through their routine. Seungcheol is flat on a bench press, the heavy bar laden with plates straining upwards with each controlled push, the cords in his neck standing out in sharp relief. Mingyu spots him, his hands hovering near the bar, his own biceps bulging with latent strength, his focus absolute.

Mingyu notices you first, his eyes flickering to the doorway. A sheen of sweat glistens on his temple. He doesn’t break character, but a subtle, warm light ignites in his gaze. Seungcheol, following his line of sight after racking the weight with a final, guttural exhale, offers you a small, breathless smile.

You gesture with a hand for them to continue, slipping into the room and moving like a ghost around the perimeter, careful to stay out of the camera’s frame. The manager gives you a brief, professional nod before refocusing on his task.

“Getting some content for the AirBNB promotion,” Mingyu explains between sets, his chest heaving. “You know, making the gym look good.”

You can’t help the soft laugh that escapes you. “This is the strangest AirBNB advertisement I’ve ever seen. Do they usually feature residents who look like they could be on the cover of Men’s Health?”

“They should,” Seungcheol rumbles, sitting up and grabbing his water bottle. He takes a long swallow, and you watch, mesmerized, as his throat works. “It would improve their booking rates.”

The sight of them like this is... ungodly. You’ve never accompanied them to a gym, staunchly refusing the very notion of voluntary suffering. Your exposure to their fitness rituals has been limited to the occasional smug mirror selfie or a short, breathless video clip. But this—this live, visceral performance of strength and discipline is something else entirely. The way their muscles bunch and strain under slick skin, the focused intensity in their eyes, the raw, physical power on display—it’s a potent aphrodisiac, and you feel a familiar, warm coil of desire tightening low in your belly. All you can see are the defined arcs of their biceps and the carved slabs of their shoulders, but it’s more than enough to turn you on, effectively scrambling the lingering bitterness from the afternoon.

The manager leaves soon after, offering a wave before disappearing, leaving the three of you alone in the sweat-scented, metallic air. You settle on a nearby padded bench, tucking your legs beneath you, as the two of them continue their sets for a while longer. The room is filled with the sounds of their effort: the sharp exhales, the low grunts, the weight stacks clinking with each repetition. It’s a symphony of brutal physical exertion.

It’s Mingyu who finally breaks the comfortable silence, the one that had allowed the unspoken tension from earlier to simmer just beneath the surface. He finishes a set of curls, dropping the dumbbells with a heavy thud on the mat, and turns to you, his expression softening from workout focus to gentle concern.

“Alright, baby,” he says, swiping a forearm across his brow. “The manager’s gone. You want to tell us what really had you so quiet after the shoot?”

You try to pivot, the deflection now more of a worn-out reflex than your actual intention. “I told you, it was just a long day. I’m tired.”

But they know you. They know the landscape of your moods better than they know their own choreography. Seungcheol, who had been quietly observing while towelling off his neck, finally speaks. His voice is low, a statement of fact devoid of any accusation, yet it lands with the weight of a verdict.

“Someone was jealous.”

It’s not a question. You freeze, your carefully constructed facade crumbling in an instant. Your silence and the tell-tale heat flooding your cheeks seem to confirm everything he already knew. He looks at you, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips. You don’t like it when Seungcheol smirks like that. It’s a prelude. It means he’s either about to be a delightful little shit, or you are just moments away from being thoroughly punished for your transgressions. Or, as is often the case, both.

And of course, he chooses the path of maximum effect, starting with a taunt delivered in a voice laced with honey. “Our tough, independent girl, getting all worked up over a few scripted scenes.” His Leo ass loves this—adores being the absolute centre of your universe, the focal point of any extreme emotion, especially those that prove, in no uncertain terms, how deeply you care. Even the messy, irrational ones like jealousy don’t offend him; they fuel him.

This is where their approaches diverge. Mingyu, you know, will find the possessiveness hot to a degree—the fire in his eyes confirms that—but his primary instinct will always be to reassure, to comfort, to smother you in affection until the insecurity vanishes. But tonight, Seungcheol is leading. His energy is dominant, playful, and predatory, and Mingyu, sensing the shift, happily falls in line as his lieutenant.

Which means you now have two incredibly muscular, sweaty, and intensely focused men closing in on you, their presence shrinking the room. It’s thrilling to the point you hold your breath, eyes widening as you watch them. They cage you in on the bench, their teasing half-mean, half-affectionate.

“Let me guess,” Seungcheol murmurs, bracing a hand on something behind you, his face inches from yours. “You didn’t like it when that actress dragged Gyu into the alley.”

“What? Why would I? It was only implied,” you protest, your voice rising an octave despite your efforts to sound calm.

“And what about hyung, princess?” Mingyu chimes in from your other side, his breath warm on your neck. “Did you not like his car ride scene?”

You glare at him for reminding you, then turn your ire back to Seungcheol. “Actually, you’re right, I didn’t! You were the worst! Smiling at her like that... and then you... you touched her hair!” The accusation comes out in a frustrated, breathless rush.

Seungcheol’s smirk only widens. “Ah, so that was it. The hair.” He shares a triumphant look with Mingyu, who looks unfairly pleased to have been deemed ‘mostly innocent’.

“It’s your fault,” you insist, bickering back, though you know you’re fighting a losing battle. “Both of you! Flirting and dancing... and that woman in the club, her hand was all over you, Cheol!”

But your arguments are inevitably losing their steam because they start playing dirty. Seungcheol’s hand, the one not supporting his weight, comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip. Mingyu’s fingers find the bare skin of your waist under your t-shirt, drawing slow, distracting circles. Their touches are deliberate, intimate, and designed to disarm.

“We’re just professionals doing our job, baby,” Mingyu murmurs, his lips ghosting over your shoulder. “You said so yourself.”

“But,” Seungcheol continues, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “the fact that you got so jealous... that you thought we could ever look at anyone the way we look at you…” He tsks softly in disapproval, shaking his head. “That’s a lack of faith, don’t you think, Gyu?”

“A serious offence,” Mingyu agrees, his hand sliding further up your ribcage, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast. You shudder, a jolt of electricity shooting through you.

You’re losing your train of thought, the words they’re saying becoming a distant murmur under the quiet line of ringing in your ears. All you can focus on is the heat of their bodies, the scent of their sweat, the possessive weight of their hands.

Seungcheol begins musing aloud, his tone deceptively light. “The question is, what do we do about this? Punishment for not communicating your feelings? For letting that pretty little head of yours spin out of control instead of just talking to us?”

Mingyu hums in agreement, his other hand landing on your thigh, squeezing gently. “Punishment seems fitting. She did give us the silent treatment. And we had to worry.”

Their hands become more reckless, more daring. Mingyu palms you through your shorts, a firm pressure that makes you gasp. Seungcheol captures the sound with his mouth, kissing you deeply, messily, until you’re clinging to his shoulders for balance. They have successfully worked you up to a state of desperate, pliant arousal, where pride—and even more so feminism—is a forgotten concept and all you want is their approval, their touch, their forgiveness.

“Please,” you finally whimper, breaking the kiss, your forehead resting against his. “Don’t... don’t punish me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’ll tell you everything next time, I promise.” The words tumble out in a rushed, pleading stream. “I’ll do anything.”

They both still, and you can feel their shared, triumphant delight vibrating in the air. They absolutely adore how easy you are for them, how completely you unravel under their combined attention.

“Well,” Seungcheol says, his voice warmly condescending and rough with desire, “since you’re asking so prettily…”

In a fluid, coordinated motion, they manhandle you. Seungcheol sits back on the narrow pressing bench you just occupied, and Mingyu guides you down until you’re on your knees between the older’s spread thighs. The cool gym mat is a stark contrast to the feverish heat of your skin.

"Take them off," Seungcheol orders, his gaze dark and unwavering.

Your fingers, trembling slightly, hook into the waistband of his gym shorts and the boxer briefs beneath. You tug them down his powerful thighs, and his cock springs free, already thick and heavy, twitching as it grows to its full, imposing erection. Beside you, Mingyu pulls his own shorts down just enough, fisting his length with a slow, lazy stroke as he watches you.

You don’t need another command. You lean forward, your hair brushing against Seungcheol’s inner thighs. You start by nuzzling his balls—breathing him in—and sucking each one gently into your mouth, earning a sharp, guttural groan from above. You then lick a flat, wet stripe from his base all the way to the tip, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. You start slow, building a rhythm, sucking and licking while your hand works the base.

Soon, it becomes a coordinated dance between the two of them. You move from one to the other, taking Mingyu into your mouth while your hand continues to work on Seungcheol, then swapping, fisting and sucking them interchangeably. They moan and grunt above you, their praises a heady cocktail of filth and affection.

“Such a good mouth for us, baby.”

“Look at her, hyung. So greedy for it.”

“Take me deeper, pretty girl. That’s it.”

You want to taste them, to feel them spill down your throat, but they have a different plan. Just as you feel Seungcheol’s muscles begin to tense, on the precipice, he stills you with a hand in your hair. “Enough,” he rasps.

Before you can process the denial, they are pulling you up to your feet, your legs wobbly. Your shorts and underwear are tugged off in one swift, efficient motion, leaving you exposed and aching. You don’t know how they communicate without words, but an obvious understanding passes between them. Mingyu goes to sit on a nearby horizontal bench attached to a cable machine, spreading his legs. Seungcheol manoeuvres you to face him, his hands on your hips guiding you to straddle his lap on the narrow bench.

In one smooth, brutal thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside your awaiting, dripping core. You cry out, the feeling of being so suddenly filled stealing your breath.

He lands a sharp, stinging slap on your asscheek, the sound echoing in the quiet gym. “You want to cum? Then bounce on it, bunny. Work for it.”

“Cheol, I can’t— the bench is too—" you try to argue, but he cuts you off.

“Now. Or this stops.”

Your blood grows cold for a split second. Knowing Seungcheol he had no difficulty changing his mind and doing back to dishing out punishment instead. So you oblige, your hands braced on his sweaty shoulders, lifting yourself and sinking down, setting a shaky, desperate rhythm. He groans, his head falling back, his arms leaning back to support himself as you ride him.

“Fuck, look at her,” Mingyu comments from his bench, his hand still stroking his own length as he watches, enraptured. “So pretty when she’s being used.”

Seungcheol joins in, his voice a ragged whisper. “Our jealous little slut. Is this what you needed? To be reminded who you belong to?”

His words, combined with the overwhelming sensations, push you closer to the edge. But just as you feel your climax building, his hands find your hips, stilling your movements and ruining the buildup, leaving you whimper in frustration. Then, he takes over, bouncing you on his cock with a brutal, piston-like rhythm, using your body like a fleshlight to chase his own release. It’s raw and primal, him fucking up into you, his grip bruising-tight, until your name leaves him in a breathless whiny grunt, his body seizing as he empties himself deep inside you in hot, pulsing waves. He continues to fuck you through it, his movements becoming jerky, until he finally stills, panting heavily.

He leans back carefully on the narrow bench, dragging your limp, oversensitive body down with him to lie against his chest. You’re a breath away from your own orgasm, teetering on the edge, frustrated and whimpering.

This is when Mingyu moves. He comes up behind you, his large hands spreading your cheeks. Without a word, he guides himself to your already stretched, slick entrance, and with a single, relentless thrust, he pushes in, filling you alongside Seungcheol.

The double stretch is immense, breathtaking. Seungcheol hisses beneath you, his oversensitive cock twitching violently inside you at the new, overwhelming pressure. The feeling of being impossibly full, combined with the friction on your clit from being pressed so tightly against Seungcheol’s pelvis, is your final undoing.

You shatter. A broken, sobbing scream is torn from your throat as you cream all over them both, your inner walls clenching and fluttering around them in sporadic, uncontrollable waves. The intense contractions are almost enough to tip Mingyu over the edge, but he manages to hold on, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that fucks you right into overstimulation. Every drag of his cock is agony and ecstasy, and it drags Seungcheol along for the ride, his own moans turning into pained, wanton curses as his oversensitive head is stimulated beyond bearing.

“F-fuck... Gyu... ah, god!” Seungcheol chokes out, his fingers digging into your hips.

You’re a writhing, mewling mess between them, lost in a haze of pleasure-pain, until Mingyu finally stills with a guttural roar, flooding your inner walls with his release, mixing it with Seungcheol’s and your own. He pumps into you a few last, languid thrusts before collapsing over your back, his weight a comforting, solid presence.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of ragged breathing and the hum of the gym’s ventilation. You are boneless, completely spent. Beneath you, Seungcheol looks absolutely fucked stupid, his eyes glazed over, his body limp with oversensitivity. You wonder faintly if the intense, prolonged stimulation forced a dry orgasm from him.

Mingyu leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder blade through the damp fabric of your t-shirt. He lets out a low, breathless snicker, his gaze fixed on the elder's devastated state.

“See, hyung?” he taunts gently, his voice rough with spent passion. “Maybe next time our baby gets jealous, we shouldn’t tease her and just reassure her instead. Looks like it backfired on you.”

Seungcheol can only manage a weak, protesting grunt, his arms tightening around you, his lips finding your hair in a weak, tender kiss. And basking in the afterglow, crushed between the two men who own every part of you, the green-eyed monster of jealousy feels like a distant, foolish joke. You are theirs, and they have never been more yours.

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So you do — nails raking down the planes of his back, leaving faint red trails across the tree inked into his skin. He jerks beneath you, hips bucking up into yours.

“Fuck, just like that—”

And then Mingyu moves behind you, hands sliding through your hair, tilting your head back.

“Open up for me, baby.”

You part your lips just as Cheol thrusts up again, the dual sensation overwhelming — already being filled so completely while Mingyu presses his cock to your tongue, sliding in slowly, groaning when he hits the back of your throat.

You're helpless between them, body trembling, moaning around Mingyu as Seungcheol fills you deeper.

Cheol’s voice is wrecked. “Holy fuck, Gyu—she’s so tight—her cunt’s clenching like she’s about to—”

Mingyu lets out a dark laugh, hips stuttering as he gently thrusts into your throat, one hand fisting your hair, the other tracing down your spine.

“She loves it like this. Loves being used.” He lightly pats your cheek. "Don'cha baby?"

You moan around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.

Seungcheol grips your hips tight and thrusts up harder, your body jolting with each snap of his hips. Your nails dig deeper into his back, clawing at his tattoo, dragging moans from him with every scratch.

His eyes roll back as he groans, “Fuck—mark me—just like that.”

Mingyu pulls out just long enough to let you gasp for air, spit stringing between your lips and his cock.

“Look at her,” he growls, “so fucked out already.”

You can’t even answer — just whimpering, throat aching, soaked and pulsing from the overstimulation.

And then Mingyu slides in again, rougher now, his hips slapping against your cheek with every thrust. Seungcheol’s hands pull you tighter, his pace brutal now — chasing both your release and his.

You feel it build in you like a tidal wave — hot and thick and blinding. Your thighs quake around Cheol’s waist, and as Mingyu fucks your throat deeper, tears leak from the corners of your eyes.

You scream around him as you come — whole body seizing, cunt pulsing around Seungcheol so hard that he chokes on a curse, hips stuttering.

“Gonna fucking—god—”

He comes deep inside you with a groan, arms wrapped around your back, holding you tight like he never wants to let go.

Mingyu pulls out, breathing hard.

“My turn to fill her up.”

You collapse against Cheol’s chest, lips swollen, legs shaking — but when you look up at Mingyu through your lashes, tongue teasing at the mess on your chin—

You’re still trembling, sprawled across Seungcheol, his chest slick with sweat and marked up from your nails, his cock softening inside you but still twitching. He holds you gently now, palms running down your spine as if to soothe the fire he helped light.

And then — a shadow.

Mingyu pulls you up by the waist, off of Cheol’s lap, the stretch messy and wet and filthy as Cheol’s cum leaks out of you, dripping down your inner thighs.

“Gyu—” you gasp, dizzy.

He doesn't answer.

He just lays you flat on your back, grabs both your thighs, and pushes them up to your chest. His eyes are pitch black. His lips are slick with sweat and spit, and his cock is already pressing to your entrance, thick and flushed and leaking.

“You let him come inside you?” His voice is low, frayed at the edges.

You nod. Weakly. Shamelessly. “Wanted to. Wanted him to.”

His hands are shaking as they settle on your thighs.

“You wanted me to see it?”

“Yes,” you whisper, and something in him breaks.

He presses his thumb to your entrance, drags it through the sticky mix of your arousal and Cheol’s release. He watches it trail down your folds, watches you twitch beneath him.

“Fuck. You're still dripping.”

“You let him fill you up, baby?” he growls. “Let him fuck you raw before I even got my turn?”

You nod helplessly, wrecked.

He thrusts in deep — in one long, claiming motion — and you cry out, body arching. There’s barely any resistance left in you, but it’s still so much, your body clenching, still sensitive, still fluttering from Cheol.

Mingyu groans, low and broken. “So full already, fuck. I can feel him still inside you.”

Behind you, Seungcheol has shifted to sit back against the headboard, still breathless, watching. One hand draped lazily on his thigh — the other wrapped around his cock again, slowly stroking, eyes flicking between where you’re stretched around Mingyu and up to your face, watching every whimper spill from your lips.

“She looks so pretty when she’s getting bred,” Cheol murmurs, voice ragged, hand working his shaft. “Took us both so well, baby.”

A tight-lipped look thrown at Cheol that only you can see with a mutter of "don’t fucking call her baby."

Mingyu leans down, chest pressing to yours, his hips pounding now, deeper and rougher, his mouth hot at your ear. “You gonna let me fill you up too? You want it, don’t you? Want me leaking out of you just like him?”

You’re already crying, already clawing at his back, at the sheets, at anything that could ground you.

“Bet it’s still leaking out of you, huh?” he mutters. “And you’re just taking me on top of it? Letting me fuck you through it?”

You nod, choked and breathless.

“Want you to come inside me too, Gyu—please—" you choke on your words as you shudder and then moan desperately, nails clawing at his back. “Please, Gyu—wan’ it so bad.”

“Yeah?” he pants, sweat dripping onto your collarbone. “My baby wants both of us drippin’ out of her messy little cunt?”

Your walls flutter violently around him.

“Yes—yes, I need it—”

He kisses you, hard and messy, teeth dragging your bottom lip. Then he pulls back just enough to look at you, to see how far gone you are — mouth open, moaning on every thrust, eyes glassy and wet.

“Look at you,” he whispers, almost reverent. “Taking me so good. Letting me fuck you so deep. So full of us already and still begging.”

His thrusts go rougher. Sloppier. Your thighs start to tremble. The sound of your bodies meeting is filthy — wet and fast and desperate. Every drag of his cock inside you makes your breath stutter.

“You want me to fill you up too?” he rasps, voice breaking. “Want me to fuck you full ‘til you’re leaking both of us down your thighs?”

Cheol groans from above you, his hand pumping faster. “Fuck—breed her. Give it to her. Fill her up while she’s still stuffed with me.”

Mingyu’s growl is animalistic as he throws his head back. “Hyung, shut the fuck up.” 

You whimper at his words. 

He coos at you, leaning down again, eyes so opposite of the rhythm of his hips. “‘S okay, yeah, baby? Y’ like it when I breed your tight little pussy?” 

“Yes—god—Gyu—please—”

Your body is a livewire — raw and flushed and trembling. Every thrust from Mingyu sends heat lancing up your spine, sparks bursting behind your eyes. He’s still deep, buried to the hilt, fucking you like he’s losing his mind, like there’s nothing else outside the feeling of your cunt around him, the weight of Seungcheol’s release already inside you.

He’s so big, so deep, so full of possessive need that you swear you’re going to break apart on him.

“Gyu—please—fuck, I can’t—”

Your words dissolve into moans. Your thighs are shaking around his waist, and your nails claw down his back, searching for something to hold onto as the pressure builds.

“You can,” he grits through clenched teeth, thrusts stuttering. “You’re gonna come for me. You’re gonna let me breed you just like you let him.”

His voice goes ragged. “Wan’ to feel you come all over me while I fill you up, baby. Let me, let me—”

Your orgasm crashes through you like a wave shattering against the rocks — sudden, electric, obliterating. You scream his name as your body convulses beneath him, walls fluttering so violently around his cock that he chokes on a groan.

“Fuck—fuck—”

His hips slam into you one last time, and he freezes there, cock twitching as he cums deep inside you, flooding you, gasping your name like a prayer.

You feel every pulse of it. The heat. The stretch. The utter fullness of being stuffed with both of them now — used, loved, claimed.

And you barely register it, but above you, Seungcheol groans low — a ragged, helpless sound — as he finally tips over the edge too. “Shit—look at you two—fucking hell—”

You can’t see him from where you are, but you can feel it — the weight of his gaze on where Mingyu’s cock is buried inside you, the way his hand’s stroking furiously, thighs flexed, his cum spilling over his fist as he moans both your names.

And then, for a second—silence.

Just the sound of the ocean beyond the windows. Your breathing. Mingyu’s chest heaving.

He drops down on top of you with a heavy, satisfied groan, face burying into the crook of your neck. His full weight presses you into the mattress — skin hot, breath still uneven, his cock still buried inside you, softening but not leaving.

You let out a choked laugh, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, anchoring him.

“You okay?” you whisper into his sweat-damp hair.

He just mumbles, “Should be asking you that.”

You just kiss his cheek.

Seungcheol shifts somewhere beside you on the bed, still catching his breath. You feel his fingers gently tuck hair from your cheek.

“She looks so wrecked,” he murmurs, voice low with awe. “You did good, baby.”

Mingyu clicks his tongue lazily against your skin. “Don’t fuckin’ call her baby, hyung, she’s mine.”

"Baby, just one more energy drink. I swear it'll be the last today." Mingyu said, pouting, looking at you from across the couch you both say at. The television running in the background with less volume knowing you were working on your laptop.

"Mingyu, i told you that you aren't drinking them anymore. It's already the third for the day. I swear I'm gonna throw all that shit away." You said, eyes still on the laptop, typing out something. You could feel him pouting and sulking like a damn puppy across you.

"No energy drink, fine. But how about your attention? Want it." Mingyu said, finally pausing whatever movie was playing on the television while his body turned towards you on the couch.

"Love, I have some work. After that I'm all yours. Now I'm work's." You said, eyes concentrated on the screen that mingyu was one second away from throwing that across the room with a pout.

"You've been saying that since forever. You don't love me anymore?" He said making that puppy face he knew will make you melt, but you avoided them like plague since even you know how dangerous that look will be.

"Okay, I swear only thirty minutes." You said as you wink at him making him roll his eyes.

For the next thirty minutes mingyu just say there without resuming his movie and stared at you like he would die if he takes his eyes off you, with a goddamn pout.

After thirty one minutes passed, you pushed the laptop away from you and went to mingyu who looked up at you from the couch when you stood just in front of him.

Without a word, you climbed on his lap, catching him off guard as you wrap your arms around his neck while his hands automatically moved to hold your waist.

"One minute late, my lady." Mingyu said, pouting, his lips so kissable, his cheeks puffy and soft. And there you go, you took a huge bite of his cheek making him groan lightly.

"Baby! That's not something you bite! Bite my neck instead." Mingyu whined as you moved away from his face just to kiss him in the lips.