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The night had been an abnormally lazy one for you and your two favorite boys. You spent most of the evening entangled in each other’s limbs while relaxing in front of some comedy show you had all seen so many times you could recite it. It was only as you were beginning to doze off in the arms of your favorite of the two men that it was decided for you that it was time to head to bed. Your legs were wrapped around Jinyoung’s unfairly small waist, and your arms were snugly wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the hallway, which felt longer than usual. This was all thanks to Jaebeom, who was following close by, his eyes letting you know, that you had greatly disappointed them by falling asleep so early. You unfortunately already knew this. They explicitly told you earlier that evening that you had been a bit too disobedient lately, and even before that conversation, you had an inkling that your bratty behavior was pushing the very lenient limits the men had set for you. Frequently during the night’s activities, Jinyoung had sent you those looks, silently telling you to take it back a notch, and tried to get you to sit in his lap where he could hold you still and keep you a bit more subdued, but you made it a point to barely be within his arms’ reach, teasing him and Jaebeom, making him slightly cross in the process. When Jaebeom pulled you aside in the kitchen while brewing another pot of tea, you realized as the bedroom door was approaching and the look in Jaebeom’s eyes grew dark, that you should have taken the last chance he gave you. “Last chance, Kitten. Behave, or you will regret it later,” he had snarled with a hand around your throat. But, of course, you didn’t listen and kept on toying with their patience and the edge of your skirt. You liked testing them. It was always fun to see exactly how far they were willing to bend for you and each time you got them to go a little bit farther. Tonight seemed different though. Through the night, you noticed how their jaws tensed further and further each time you got mouthy with witty remarks or brushed your hand against any erogenous zones to tease them. In hindsight, you should’ve stopped, but that’s the thing about hindsight, it’s never there when you actually need it, and only when you saw that look on Jaebeom’s face as you headed to the bedroom did it hit you that you were in trouble. Big trouble. Jinyoung immediately threw you onto the bed as you entered the room. The man who just gently carried you here flipped switches in a heartbeat from sweet Daddy to aggressive Sir. “How hard is it just to be our good little girl? Huh?” The panic set in, as if the warnings you had accumulated over the evening were dumped on you all at once. “I’m sorry-” you began, pouting, but Jaebeom interrupted you. “Save it.” He was cold. Colder than usual. You turned your eyes to look at him, but his glare made your fear more than normal, and you chose to stare at the floor instead of into his piercing eyes. Jinyoung picked you up with his stupidly strong arms, and finally, after a whole night of constant disobedience, you knew better than to fight him. His cold and clearly upset face made you want to apologize again, but you knew from experience he probably wouldn’t have it. “What happened that made you sorry now, when clearly, you haven’t been sorry all evening,” was all he said as he pulled you up. I’m sure he felt your breath hiccup as Jaebeom passed through the door, at least he wasn’t surprised to find you trying to cover your slightly swollen eyes when he put you down. He wasted no time comforting you and went straight to undressing you from the waist down. You could hear Jaebeom simultaneously rummaging in the closet for something you were sure was not for your pleasure. When your skirt and leggings were tossed onto the floor roughly and you were left in your shirt and underwear only, the first audible sob escaped you, and Jaebeom reprimanded you immediately. “You brought this upon yourself, so stop sniffling. You will have plenty of time to cry about this once we’re done. Now, come here!” His words didn’t help, but you rubbed your eyes as you moved off of the bed and walked towards him. Jinyoung noticed the cane in his hand long before you did. “Warm her up first,” Jinyoung insisted gently, his loving side always sneaking through a bit, even during punishments. Out of the two, he was the one who disliked punishing you most. Jaebeom didn’t find it ideal either, but was more concerned with your misbehavior than your comfort during a punishment. Jinyoung wanted the punishments to be fun for the both of you, while Jaebeom wanted his point to get through regardless of the cost. Jaebeom already had his hand in a firm grip around your upper arm, but he let go as Jinyoung took you by your hips and dragged you towards him. He moved backwards to sit on the bed, pulled you over his knee, and tugged your panties upwards, wedging them between your cheeks, stripping you of whatever minimal protection they would have provided from what was coming next. “Please,” was all you dared to whisper before Jinyoung landed the first hit, pressing tears further up in your eyes. Jaebeom had taken a seat in the white leather chair across from the bed, where he had the best view of Jinyoung slowly heating up your cheeks. The slow speed was excruciating. Each heavy blow got to sting, burn, and then pulse in pain before the next one landed. It was agonizing to lie there, completely still, as every moment was filled by humiliation under Jaebeom’s watchful eye, only broken by the very timed out sting of Jinyoung’s rough palm. After a few hits, Jaebeom spoke up against his procrastination. “Jinyoung…” he said with a smirk on his face. He knew Jinyoung didn’t like these moments, so he repeated his words from earlier, “Let’s get this over with.” Jinyoung sighed and put his free hand firmly around your waist, pulling you closer to keep you still, and then hit after hit, he hit your ass with increased speed and force. You hid your face by pressing it deeply into the covers. It wasn’t enough to stifle your sobs though, and you were sure they both heard, even though Jinyoung remained relentless. He had put on that tough shell Jaebeom always wore during punishments, the shell that made it possible for him to ignore your cries and carry on with his heavy hand. Finally, Jinyoung thought you had endured enough of his hand to be ready for the cane, and he helped you stand. You barely got to gain your balance before you heard Jaebeom sigh deeply with what could have been regret or irritation, and then grab your arm again. He pulled you to stand by his left side, bent over, as he held you firmly between his hand and hip, your already bruised ass sticking out for his right hand to terrorize. “It will be over soon,” was all the warning and comfort he gave you, before letting the cane strike down, leaving agonizing, slanted, red lines on your now red, glowing skin. You could almost hear a smirk in his voice as he continued to try to talk you through it. You grabbed on to his pants to keep yourself balanced, even though his left hand held you more securely in place that you thought. His pace was quick, and you gasped, yelped, and sobbed your way through your least favorite kind of spanking. You could tell Jinyoung was still sitting on the bed, now viewing Jaebeom tear up your ass with the cane, and when you managed to open your eyes for long enough to look at him through your tears, it was clear to you he was enjoying the show more than it upset him to see you cry. The growing bulge in his pants was evidence of his change in moods. Finally, Jaebeom slowed down the pace and between the last two strikes, he paused and scolded you quickly. “You foolish little girl.” He whacked you one final time and once your shocked sob had quieted down to your quiet panting, he helped you stand up straight. “To the bed,” he ordered and you followed quickly and quietly. You quickly stripped completely and crawled under the silk sheets Jinyoung had pulled back for you, while Jaebeom put away the torturous instrument. For a while, you laid there sniffling, as they undressed and got ready for bed. Jinyoung crawled in on the right side of you, wearing nothing but his bulged out boxers, a bit before Jaebeom joined in behind you, wearing those striped pajama bottoms that made him seem a million years older than he really was… in a cute and comforting way. He wrapped his hands around you from the back and nuzzled comfortingly into your neck. He had finally dropped that harsh exterior and now treated your tired body and mind gently. Jaebeom kissed your shoulder where the tattoo was slightly raised and whispered gently against your skin “Good girl. You took it so well.” Jinyoung moved closer too and scooped you out of Jaebeom’s arms to place you more directly under him, asserting that he knew you favored him for cuddling. “Come here, my sweet nuna,” he encouraged you when you whimpered a bit. Jaebeom propped his head up on his hand to enjoy the show he knew was about to unfold. Jinyoung moved one of your legs to the other side of him, spreading you open for him to admire. He sat back up on his knees and shuffled out of his briefs, letting his erect cock stand free, but not for long before he buried himself in you, just barely taking the time to make sure you were wet enough to take him. He knew you loved the feeling of the stretch and he embraced that. Jinyoung was not a patient man in bed and the quick pace he settled on immediately, was evidence of that. In the context of sex, he and Jaebeom were as different as they were when punishing you. In bed, Jaebeom would take his time, be gentle and comforting, but Jinyoung let nothing stand between him and pleasure. His big, bulging cock thrust into you, and the movement pushed and dragged you ever so slightly across the sheets, putting pressure on your very sore backside. You gasped and looked up at Jinyoung’s deep chocolate eyes. “Jinyoung,” you mewled, as he grabbed your wrists and held them down on either side of your head. Jaebeom put a hand on your cheek, making you look at him. “You know your safe word, love?” he checked in, and you nodded while sniffling again. “Nora.” “Good,” he praised and moved his hand to your chest. “Then keep still and let Jinyoung fuck you the way he wants while I think about what I want.” With that, Jaebeom’s patience left you to Jinyoung’s forces. He grunted deeply and fucked you even harder. “Jinyoung, it hurts,” you pleaded. Jaebeom was quick to scold you. “Keep quiet. You know you can stop this if it is truly too much, but unless that is the case, know your place and keep quiet! If you don’t I will make it hurt worse.” Your breath wavered as Jinyoung let go of the wrist closest to Jaebeom in order to slap and then squeeze your breast. His breath was heaving and he was grunting deeply, as he kept on fucking you in a manner that could only be described as animalistic. Jaebeom laid next to you, watching Jinyoung fuck you senseless, until he finally decided he wanted in. He pulled down his trousers and motioned to Jinyoung, who backed off for a bit, allowing him to pull you back into his embrace. From behind, he dipped his cock - slightly longer and leaner than Jinyoung’s - into your dripping heat, but he only remained for a few pumps, until he was covered in your natural lubrication. He used his tip to drag your juices along your asshole, lubing you up so he could slide in slowly. Jaebeom’s patience was something you were always fond of, as a beautiful contrast to Jinyoung’s impatience, but especially when he took you anally, you appreciated his slow pace. you winced and gasped as he inched himself in. Jinyoung had been admiring Jaebeom and you and said in response to your strained mewling, “God, you’re sexy when you whimper.” Jaebeom was finally as deep as he could go and he readjusted himself under you, before inviting Jinyoung back in. “Then come, make her whimper some more.” Jinyoung’s hungry smile said “your pleasure” as he took back his position between your legs. He pushed himself back in without much warning, making you cry out from the excruciating pleasure stemming from your core. Jaebeom joined your outburst, as Jinyoung’s cock filled you up and made you clench even tighter around him. “Fuck!” Jinyoung groaned and began thrusting again, vigorously enough to move you back and forth on Jaebeom’s cock as well. “Ji-Jinyoung!” you stuttered and moaned, letting your head fall back onto Jaebeom’s shoulder. “Relax, baby,” Jaebeom coaxed, as Jinyoung inched closer to his climax, picking up speed and depth as he went on. Jinyoung had his forehead on your chest by now, sending a plethora of sensations through you. His breath was hot and damp. Your cunt, already fully stimulated, got part of the endorphin rush as Jaebeom’s fingers tangled in your hair and grabbed a handful of your soft flesh by your breast. With that, and their gorgeous cocks filling you, you inched closer to your climax as well. Jaebeom held you firmly in place and you screamed out whenever Jinyoung’s pelvis granted you the accidental pleasure of rubbing by your clit. That with the snug fit of his thick cock in your narrowed, dripping hole and the occasional crash and brush of his crotch hitting yours had you so close. Jaebeom felt that you were close and moved his hand from your breast to your neck to choke you to your climax, just the way you liked it. You felt like you fell over the edge of your orgasm when Jinyoung strictly ordered you to come, but Jaebeom’s firm grasp on your upper body kept you safe as you pulsed through your climax. Jinyoung grunted and slowed down, thrusting harshly a few times as he came forcefully between your clenching walls. You came back down from your high as Jinyoung pulled away. Jaebeom was kissing your shoulder and neck and slowly moved you down onto your side so he could move more easily. You laid tiredly and completely relaxed as he slowly moved against you. Even though his pace was lazy, all the previous activities of the night had him close to finishing already. The teasing, the spanking, the vigorous fucking, all brought to this moment of slow, steady, tired, and loving lovemaking, where Jaebeom stroked your shoulder with his lips and grasped one of your breasts in his firm hand as he finished himself inside you. Still kissing and nuzzling, he pulled away from you, letting Jinyoung pick you up to clean you up. He carried you into the bathroom where he had drawn a warm bath for the three of you while Jaebeom was finishing up with you in the bed, and he lowered you into the water laced with lemon essential oil and rose petals. Jaebeom slipped in behind you and Jinyoung sat by your legs. He covered a loofah in a lovely scented shower gel and rubbed it over your skin, making it soft and slippery, so his strong fingers could easily massage your every muscle. Jaebeom also took it upon himself to help relax the muscles he had helped to rough up earlier in the night. “Thank you,” you said as their hands worked magic, earning you a broad smile from Jinyoung and a low and lax humming from Jaebeom. “See?” He said, happy to know your manners had returned. “There’s our good babygirl.”