don't be a bully
a/n: thanks to juno for planting the brainworms for this
minjoong x f!reader
content: threesome, overstimulation, boys kissing
wc: 1.9k
thinking about mingi & hongjoong...
they are so mean to you.
they find so much pleasure in torturing you, seeking out your limits, and happily pushing you past them with a grin on their face and their hands all over you. they learned recently that you cannot handle them both at the same time without shattering like porcelain. melting against their bodies like the heat of their skin was too much, suffocating between them like some kind of trapped animal.
it has become their new favorite way of making you go stupid.
hongjoong lies back on the bed, his legs spread nice and wide to accommodate your body between them, lying lazily with your back against his chest. his lips buried against your neck or whispering next to your ear, kissing the side of your throat, or praising you against your temple. his hands roam about your body, travelling up your sides, along your shaking arms, up to pinch your nipples, and rolling them between his fingertips. his ankles hook on yours to keep your legs spread pretty and open, all for him.
mingi, who leans over your body, his hands hooked nice and hard on your hips, squeezing so tight it bruises. his head dropped as he watched his body roll and move, meticulously gliding his big cock in and out of your drooling cunt. you’re so wet it leaves a shiny mess on his lower abdomen each time his hips meet yours, and you’re creaming around the base of him each time he sinks in so deep that hongjoong can feel your shoulders tense with every drag.
mingi lets low, breathy groans slip past his swollen lips, never ripping his gaze from your pussy. enamoured with how you seemed to just suck him right back in each time he pulled back, like your body had a mind of its own. your sweet, helpless moans awakened that urge in him to drag more sounds out of you, shifting the angle of his hips every so often to keep you on your toes, never giving you the chance to relax.
and hongjoong was so sick in your ear and against your skin. pressing wet, moaning kisses against your neck and below your ear, his fingers ghosting down the front of your body so softly, teasing you with fleeting rolls against your puffy clit.
“fuck… please keep doing that.” mingi sighs to hongjoong, letting his head fall back for a second to really relish in the feeling of your warm walls around his cock.
hongjoong laughs softly against your ear and presses his palm flat against your lower stomach, just enough pressure to put a weight on your bladder, just enough that he could feel mingi stroking in and out of your guts beneath it. “doing what, min?” he coos, dragging his other hand up the side of your waist, squeezing and kneading and feeling all of you like you were some kind of stress toy.
“keep talkin’ to her.” mingi purrs, pressing his fingers against your hips in a wave motion, lowering them a bit further to grab purchase on your thighs to spread you even wider.
“she gets so goddamn tight when you do.”
you bite your bottom lip and moan lowly when the warmth of hongjoong’s hand spreads over your belly, and he gently nips at your earlobe when mingi starts to push himself into you even deeper, grinding his hips against yours and whining lowly when you gush around him even more.
“you like me talking to you, hm pretty baby?” hongjoong whispers against your ear so low, so fucking low, your entire body shudders against his chest, and you can hear mingi moan so loud, and it makes your stomach clench.
you can’t even reply, and he’s pressing his hand harder against your stomach. lights start blinking behind your eyes, and you break out into a drunk sweat. “such a good, slick girl for us, aren't you?”
the hand on your waist moves again, down over your hips, over the top of your thigh, before it slips between your legs and he finds your clit once again, but this time he makes no move to stop as he begins to rub, languid, pressurized upward circles against it. your back arches against hongjoong’s chest, and your legs shake, but hongjoong’s strong legs keep you spread open so mingi can keep fucking you full of him.
you feel mingi twitch inside of you, and he’s letting his head fall forward, his eyebrows knit together in pure bliss, and his lips parted in bassy grumbles as you tighten so much around him he swears he’s drooling on your stomach.
your head starts to lean back on your neck against hongjoong’s shoulder, but he won’t let you. he moves his hand away from your clit and brings it up to press his palm flat against the back of your skull.
“nuh uh, sweet girl. down. watch him fuck you, baby. look at how soaked you are.” and he pushes your head back down, forcing you to stare at mingi’s lower body. his body rolling as he pushes his cock into you with deep, calculated strokes, strings of slick clinging to his lower v-line. his big hands holding you nice and open, his nails leaving crescent moons in the flesh of your thighs. you whine pathetically when you also see the way hongjoong holds his hand down against your stomach, like he was trying to pin you in place between them, keeping you from running. it was all just too much.
“f-fuck..! i c-cant-” you cry out, and mingi is first to shoot you down. with a rough, pinpointed thrust, he’s bringing his hand up and then back down, landing a burning slap on your cunt as he starts to fuck into you with nasty purpose.
“you can, and you are.” he snips at you, and hongjoong ruts his hard on against your lower back, feeling mingi’s cock move in and out of you so roughly beneath his palm through the flesh of your stomach, it was driving him mad.
“don’t be so rough, you’re gonna hurt her, you know how big you are.” hongjoong pretends to care, kissing beneath your ear and whining softly just to get you to clench tighter.
mingi clicks his tongue, leaning down just far enough that he can talk to you against your other ear.
“she’ll be alright. won’t you, baby?” he grits out through a low moan, emphasizing his point with a deep roll of his hips, pressing so heavily into you it makes your limbs twitch like you’ve been shocked.
when he feels you suck him in so much stronger than any other time that night, he just knew your brain was mush at this point, and drags his tongue up the side of yout throat, ending his journey with a kiss to the shell of your ear and a vulgar murmur against your skin. “nasty fuckin girl.”
then he’s pulling back, completely focused on ruining your pretty cunt with his cock, using you like a living, breathing toy. hongjoong presses his nose flush against the vein in your neck as he talks to you.
“he’s so deep inside of you, sweetheart, i can feel him.”
“i’m kind of jealous right now, he's got you making such a sticky mess on his dick, huh?”
“c’mon, baby, get louder, moan for us… like this.”
and he’ll mock you with whiny, playful moans of his own against your ear, sending shockwaves to your cunt. the pinches on your clit an encouragement to keep performing for them, the deep drag of mingi’s tip against that brain-numbing spot a plea to keep you moaning like a slut.
“once min’s done, we can switch. and he can play with your pussy and talk to you all sweet while i fuck you so full of me you’ll start leaking all over the place.” you groan loudly, and your spine arches beautifully as you feel it, your orgasm travelling from your lower belly all throughout your body. your skin tingling and your brain fogging, your nerves on high alert as you cum all over mingi’s cock.
“oh– fuck. she liked that, huh? didn’t you baby…” mingi pauses for a brief moment, overwhelmed by how stunning you looked cumming all over the two of them.
“there we go, baby, that's it. get it allll out, keeping cumming.” hongjoong slows the movement on your clit to light, teasing brushes. each time he pushes up against the sensitive bud, your entire body jerks between them.
before long, mingi’s cumming too, slowing his hips and pressing nice and deep into you, making sure you stay plugged with him as he fills you up, groaning so low you could feel your ribcage shiver. he pulls out with the wettest, slickest sound and sighs heavily, immediately getting on his knees and shoving his face between your thighs.
with a hungry moan, he’s splitting your lips with his thick tongue, obscenely cleaning you up with fervor, his hands sinking into your thighs and holding you down against the bed so you don’t shake too much.
it's all a blur, but suddenly you’re moving, and you’re lying flat on the bed, no warm body behind you to keep you upright. and you lean yourself up on shaky elbows to see what's going on, and you nearly pass out.
hongjoong and mingi are both in front of you, hongjoong's fingers gripping the hair on the back of mingi’s head iron tight, and he pulls him in for the nastiest, greediest kiss you’ve ever witnessed. and you are absolutely dumbstruck.
you can see every flip of their tongues, the way mingi seems to melt against him, and you can see both of their cocks jump and twitch. tasting the mixture of mingi’s cum and your arousal, hongjoong smiles against his lips like some kind of slut.
you feel like it lasts forever before they're pulling away from each other, a thin trail of saliva snapping between them.
they’re both breathing heavily, and as if they were reading each other’s minds, hongjoong cocks his head to the side, and mingi moves. he lifts your body off the bed and takes hongjoong’s previous place, sitting on the bed and pulling your back against his chest, molding your body to his front. you can feel his soaked cock twitch against your backside, and his lips press heavily against the heat of your neck.
his hands grab your hips, and his legs spread you nice and wide once again, and you watch as hongjoong slots himself between your thighs as he’s licking the leftovers off the corner of his mouth, his lips parted in a small, lust-drunk smile. his hands find your thighs as he leans down and slowly slides the length of his cock through the slick mess of your cunt, hot and heavy against you. and you feel like you’ve been shot, point-blank range.
mingi’s hand snakes forward, and he grips your jaw in a firm, controlling hold, forcing your head to stay angled towards hongjoong, and you whimper out of what can only be described as fear and anticipation.
“my turn,” hongjoong murmurs breathlessly, playfully, and right as he’s sinking into your pussy, mingi clamps his jaw down on your shoulder, moaning against your skin as the pain of his teeth breaking your skin and the pleasure of hongjoong’s cock splitting you open sends your poor brain into complete and utter overdrive.
they’re such fucking bullies.
