#minsang

yeosang has you bent over the couch, bare skin pressed to the leather, your hips lifted by his hands. he's quiet, eyes dragging over every inch of you.

behind him, mingi switches the camera on with a soft click.

"baby," mingi murmurs, coming around to kneel in front of you. his free hand brushes your cheek, thumb stroking the corner of your mouth. "look at me. yeah... that's it. keep your eyes right here for the video."

you try, but the second yeosang's fingers slide down the back of your thigh, you gasp and your head dips. a sharp slap to your ass snaps your attention back up.

"eyes on him," yeosang orders, terrifingly calm. "i didn't tell you to look away."

you bite your lip, nodding quickly.

"use your words." he adds, fingers spreading you open with slow pressure.

"y-yes, sir."

mingi scoots closer, camera steady. "fuck, look at her," he says under his breath. "your pussy's already dripping and y'all haven't even started." yeosang brushes his knuckles through the slick between your legs, watching you twitch. "she's been waiting," he chuckles. "haven't you?"

"yes..." you breathe out, hips rocking back on instinct, earning a firm smack on your ass. "stay still," yeosang orders.

yeosang coats his fingers again, sliding one inside you lazily. you clench around him embarrassingly fast, needy and tight.

mingi groans softly. "she's grabbing your finger like a vice. shit, baby..."

"she always does," yeosang murmurs like he's stating a fact. "open for me." you oblige, parting your thighs further despite them being shaky, fighting to stay upright as he adds a second finger.

your forehead presses into the cushions and mingi immediately tuts. "ah, ah, ah. no hiding," he says, guiding your chin up with his free hand. "eyes right here, princess. the whole point is for the camera to see how pretty you are when he ruins you."

"m-mingi..."

"don't whine," he smirks, brushing the pad of his thumb over your mouth. "not yet."

behind you, yeosang pulls his fingers out slowly, watching the way the slick strings between you. he wipes his hand on your thigh before positioning himself at your entrance.

you take a shaky inhale before he pushes in, slow and steady. your eyes fly wide at the stretch and the pressure, his cock filling you so perfectly your vision whites out.

"fuck," mingi hisses, camera wobbling for a second. "look at her face. she's already dumb for you. you feel full already, don't you?"

yeosang's hips pull back, then slam forward, causing you to choke on a moan. "she always feels full," yeosang mutters, leaning over you, his chest brushing your back. "she's made for taking us."

you whimper into the cushions, and mingi slides his free hand under your body, two fingers finding your clit without hesitation. you jerk, crying out, and yeosang groans at the way your walls clamp around him.

"don't run," mingi warns softly. "stay right there. let him fuck you."

yeosang's rhythm picks up, each thrust comes with his hips snapping right up against your ass, rocking your body forward.

"look at her," mingi whispers to the camera. "look at her fucking take you. she's trying so hard not to fall apart." you arms give out, causing you to collapse on your elbows. your back arches, presenting everything to them, pulling a growl from yeosang.

"hold her open," he tells mingi, voice tight.

mingi shifts, using his free hand to spread your pussy for the shot, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit. "so sensitive," he taunts. "gonna cum already? just from him filling you up like this?"

"not yet," yeosang says, thrusting harder and faster, punching sharp little gasps out of you. "i'm not done."

mingi laughs again, low and teasing. "he hasn't even started, baby."

the pressure builds fast, overwhelming you. every time yeosang slams into you, mingi's thumb circles harder, pushing you to the edge. "fuck- sangie, please-"

"please what?" yeosang asks against your ear, hips pistoning into you. "say it clearly." you try, your voice breaking. "please make me cum-"

mingi moans at the same time yeosang does. "yeah?" mingi's voice drops to a filthy whisper. "you want us to watch you fall apart? want the camera to catch you soaking his cock?"

"yes! yes, please-"

"then cum," yeosang orders, thrusting deep enough to make your vision white out. "cum on me, now."

mingi's thumb presses just a little harder, enough to make you break. your whole body seizes, heat exploding in your belly as your voice cracks into helpless, choked cries. yeosang swears under his breath as your cunt squeezes around him in wet pulses.

mingi keeps rubbing, holding the camera steady as he pants softly. "oh my god... baby, you're dripping all over him. fuck- look at that... you're milking him."

you try to move away from the overstimulation, but yeosang's grip tightens and pulls you back into him. "we're not done," he warns, voice dark.

mingi hums in agreement, fingers coming up from your pussy to your mouth, pushing in until you gag around them. "open up for me," mingi says softly. "show the camera how good you look with something in every hole."

your jaw obediently loosens, tongue curling around his fingers, pulling a groan from mingi's lips. "shit... she's perfect, sang. keep fucking her just like that."

yeosang's thrusts get harder and deeper, the couch protesting under you. he's losing control, chasing his own high now, every snap of his hips punching a broken sound from your throat. "gonna take it," yeosang grits out. "gonna take every drop i give you."

mingi strokes your cheek with his thumb, his fingers still gagging you. "give him another one, baby. cum for him again, want it on video."

you're already so close, your body begging: hips rolling, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around yeosang tightly.

"she's right there," mingi breathes. "i know," yeosang answers through clenched teeth. "i can feel it."

he changes angles, one perfect shift that has you screaming. your second orgasm crashes over you violently, your body going limp as yeosang slams into you deep, groaning into your shoulder as he spills inside you.

mingi lowers the camera just enough to press a kiss to your cheek. "good girl," he whispers. "the video came out perfect."

you're still sprawled on the couch from the first round, thighs sticky, body warm, and mingi is already pulling you into his lap like he didn't just film you getting wrecked.

"my turn," he murmurs against your neck. "she's still open for me, sangie. look."

yeosang's too busy adjusting the camera, lifting it to catch the swipe of mingi's hands as they slide under your thighs to pull them apart.

mingi groans as your breath hitches. "fuck baby, you're leaking." he whispers, dragging his thumb through the mess between your legs. "you got so wet for him, didn't you?"

yeosang's voice finally comes sharply, "tilt your hips for him, let me see." you obey instantly, and mingi exhales softly. he lines himself up and pushes in agonizingly slow until your head drops back onto his shoulder.

yeosang zooms in on your face. "look how fucked out she already is," he says to the camera. "and mingi barely put it in."

mingi laughs into your hair, breath warm on your ear. "she's sensitive. aren't you, angel? gonna give me everything?" your answer comes out in a whimper. "yes... want you..."

"louder," yeosang orders.

mingi's hips lift and sharply thrust into you with a force that knocks your voice clean out of you. you cry out, nails digging into mingi's forearms. yeosang smirks behind the camera, "there. that's better."

mingi starts fucking up into you with steady strokes, his hands holding you open. "shit... you take me so good," he groans into your neck. "so fucking tight-fuck-talk to me, baby. tell me how it feels."

you try, you really do, but words aren't forming. yeosang leans in close enough that you can feel his breath, his lips just brushing your ear as he murmurs, "answer him."

your whole body shivers. "s-so deep-" you gasp, voice breaking. "feels so full- mingi, please-"

mingi's rhythm stutters, his fingers digging harder into your hips, pulling you onto his cock faster. "god, you're gonna make me cum just from talking like that," he pants. "keep going, baby. tell me who you're thinking about right now."

"you- you, mingi-"

"liar," yeosang cuts in, sounding way too pleased with himself. "she was thinking about me before, could see it."

"then let's fix that," mingi growls.

he shifts forward, planting his feet on the cushions, fucking into you with sharp, deep thrusts. your head falls back, thighs trembling violently as yeosang adjusts the camera to catch everything. "look at you," yeosang says softly. "look how she falls apart for you."

mingi groans, hips slamming up into you. "yeah? jealous?"

yeosang laughs humorlessly. "only of the view," he answers, zooming in on where you're stretched around mingi's cock. "she looks beautiful like this."

mingi's hand slides down your stomach, finding your clit without hesitation. he rubs tight circles in time with each thrust, your whole body seizing around him.

"fuck- fuck, mingi- i'm gonna-"

"cum," he commands roughly. "cum on my cock right now. let yeosang record all of it."

you fall apart violently, nails dragging down mingi's arms. your orgasm pulses through you, slick dripping down his length. mingi moans into your neck, losing his rhythm. "oh fuck, she's squeezing so hard, sangie get this-"

"i am," yeosang murmurs. "she's perfect."

mingi snaps his hips up a few more times before burying himself deep, groaning as he spills inside you, filling you until it leaks out around him.

you collapse back onto his chest, mingi's arms wrapping around your waist as he kisses along your shoulder.