#poly seungin

The hallway is quiet, the thick carpet muffling your footsteps as you head toward the bedrooms. Most of the pack is occupied elsewhere. But as you pass Seungmin’s room, a specific sound catches your ear: the scuffle of fabric, a sharp, muffled gasp, and a growl.

You stop. The door isn't just unlocked; it’s standing a few inches ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling into the hallway.

Peeking inside, you see a tangle of limbs on the bed. Seungmin and Jeongin are wrestling. Seungmin has the younger fox pinned by the shoulders, his face set in a determined scowl. He has one hand wrapped firmly around Jeongin’s throat, testing the pressure, his puppy ears flattened in a show of feigned aggression.

Jeongin, however, isn't struggling to get away. He’s grinning, his fox tail thrashing against the duvet. Despite being the younger of the two, his frame is noticeably broader lately, the result of a dedicated bulking phase and relentless hours in the gym with Changbin. He reaches up, digs his fingers into Seungmin’s hips, easily overpowering the puppy hybrid to flip him over.

“I told you I’d win, puppy,” Jeongin pants, his voice low and teasing as he uses his strength to pin Seungmin's wrists above his head.

“Shut up, Innie,” Seungmin barks back, his grip tightening even as he's forced onto his back. “I’m the one on top.”

You push the door open fully, the hinge letting out a soft, accusing creak. Both hybrids freeze instantly. Their heads snap toward you, eyes wide, but the fear is immediately underscored by a defiant, cheeky spark. They are both notoriously bratty, and even caught in the act, they don't fold as easily as the others might.

“Did anyone give either of you permission to play today?” you ask, your voice calm but dangerously sweet.

Seungmin slowly sits back on his heels, a stubborn pout forming on his lips even as his puppy ears press flat against his head. Jeongin stays sprawled on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes dart to the open door, his fox grin widening. He knows they're in trouble, and he’s clearly enjoying it.

“We didn't think we needed to ask,” Jeongin chirps, his voice dripping with faux-innocence. “We were just playing around.”

“With the door wide open?” You step into the room, deliberately leaving the door unlatched. You stand over them, looking down at the two hybrids who are still trying to maintain an air of brattiness.

You reach down, grabbing Seungmin by the chin and forcing him to look at you. He lets out a defiant huff, but his trembling gives him away.

You climb onto the bed, beckoning Jeongin to move. He does so slowly, you sit on your heels, commanding Seungmin to crawl into your lap. The boy hesitates for a second, a final spark of bratty resistance in his eyes, before he finally obeys with a soft, needy whine.

“Innie, watch,” you command. “Since you love a show, you’re going to be the audience for this one. Strip. Both of you. No talking back.”

They move, soon, both bare and exposed in the center of the bed. You wrap one hand around Seungmin’s throat, your thumb pressing firmly against his pulse point. You tighten your grip on his neck, making him gasp. Instead of just yielding, he tries to arch his back, his eyes searching yours with an unspoken challenge.

“He’s so pathetic, Noona,” Jeongin teases, though his own breathing is ragged. He’s sitting on his heels at the foot of the bed, his hand already moving on himself, his gaze fixed on the hallway. “Look at the 'big, tough' puppy now.”

“Quiet,” you snap, giving the puppy’s neck a firm squeeze. “Stop touching yourself. I'm thinking... Maybe you're both a little too much for me to handle alone today. Such naughty, bratty pets. Maybe I should just call Chan-hyung in here to help me put you in your places."

The threat of the Alpha usually works, but Jeongin’s eyes flash with a sudden, competitive heat. He sits up, his broad chest and muscles tensing as he moves closer to you, his fox tail sweeping the duvet in a slow, predatory rhythm.

"No need for that, Noona," Jeongin purrs, his voice dropping an octave, losing its playful edge for something much more demanding. "I'm much stronger now. I can handle him... and I can handle you. Let me show you how much better I've gotten."

Before you can respond to his sudden shift, Jeongin takes over. He doesn't wait for your response, instead, he uses his body to guide you back against the headboard, then reaches out to snatch Seungmin by the back of the neck, dragging the puppy hybrid into your lap with effortless strength.

"Stay still, puppy," Jeongin growls, settling behind Seungmin and pinning his arms back with one thick, unyielding forearm. With his free hand, he reaches out, raising his voice so it carries clearly into the quiet hallway. "Hyungs! Come see how pretty our puppy looks when he's being a good boy for Noona!"

Seungmin’s heart hammers against his ribs, his face turning a shamed, frantic scarlet as he realizes Jeongin is actually inviting the pack to watch. You wrap your hand around Seungmin’s throat, feeling his pulse skyrocket.

"You're being very bold, Jeonginnie," you whisper, meeting the fox's dark, triumphant gaze.

"I've been working hard for this, Jagi," he replies, his grin sharp and predatory. He leans over Seungmin, his broader frame creating a cage for the puppy hybrid.

Jeongin captures your lips in a demanding kiss, his tongue tangling with yours with a sudden hunger. You melt into the kiss, your hands moving to coordinate with his. While your mouths are locked in a messy, hot exchange directly over the pinned Seungmin, your hands reach down.

He finds Seungmin's sensitive, aching nipples, twisting and plucking at them with a firm, punishing pressure that makes him let out a high-pitched, muffled whine. Your free hand joins his, fingers wrapping tight as you begins to jerk Seungmin off with a merciless rhythm.

The puppy hybrid thrashes weakly, his eyes rolling back as the exhibitionism of the open door heightens every sensation.

"Look at him, Noona," Jeongin murmurs against your lips, breaking the kiss just enough to let his hot breath fan over your face. "He's so close. You going to bark for us, Seungminnie?”

Seungmin lets out a raw, broken sound that echoes down the hall, as he spills violently across your thighs and hands. He melts into the blankets, a shaking mess.

The door creaking on its hinges reveals Minho standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his cat ears twitching in pure annoyance. He looks at the two of you on the bed, his gaze lingering on the messy sheets and the wide-open door.

“For heaven’s sake,” Minho snaps, his voice sharp and dry. “If you two brats are going to play without permission, at least have the decency to close the door. I can hear you from the kitchen. It's embarrassing.”

He doesn't wait for a reply. He reaches out, grabs the handle, and slams the door shut with a loud, final click before marching away

Hi Kait!

I would be happy to travel with you soon! Glad you're having fun.

I remember Seungmin, the grumpy puppy, you had an… incident with the other day. While Jeongin seemed sweet based on our past conversation, although I suppose he’s letting his mischievous side out, now that you’ve gotten closer. It seems like maybe you need to spend some more alone time with them… Maybe there are still things left to discover.

Although don't forget about that little needy kitty, we both know he can be quite the menace when he wants to be.

Take your time, don’t worry I’ll take care of your plants. 

Enjoy your time with the boys.

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Ever since your small incident with Seungmin, he had really come around. Maybe he was just worried you would tattle to Felix, but he had really taken to you. While you still love bickering with him, it wasn't odd for him to sit next to you during movie nights, slowly nudging at you until you gave in and gave him headpats and scratching between his golden puppy ears. He keeps this air of nonchalance when others walk in but he whines like a needy puppy whenever you're left alone.  

And then there was the fluffy fox boy, it had been a while since you and Jeongin had been alone, truthfully since that night, both of you had been playful, he wrapped himself around you like a koala, smirking at you while flicking his tail at you, al while boasting that he didn’t like physical affection. 

The night Minho interrupted the three of you hanging out to go out for dinner, you vowed you’d get them alone soon. Something about the way the puppy and small fox boy had looked at each other promised mischief, and you want to play. 

So when Felix said he and the older boys were going to go out, you opted to stay inside. Giggling under your breath as you skipped over to the tv room. You pad into the room, barefoot and grinning, pretending your heart isn’t already fluttering.

Seungmin’s on the beanbag, his hoodie sleeves half-covered in tooth marks again, headphones askew. His golden tail twitches once when you enter, but he doesn’t look up. Jeongin, sprawled across the couch like he owns it, raises a brow at you over the back of the cushions. His fluffy fox tail flicks lazily, and there’s that smirk. You’re not even sure what he’s smug about yet.

“Boys,” you sing-song, slipping between them to sit right on the edge of the couch with a dramatic sigh.

Seungmin’s ears twitch. His foot nudges your thigh like he didn’t mean to, and Jeongin, without missing a beat, lets his tail loop around your waist, as if to keep you from falling off the edge.

“You’re not going with the others?” Seungmin finally asks, pretending he’s focused on the game.

“Nope.” You lean back, resting your head on Jeongin’s knee, who makes a pleased little noise as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Figured I’d stay and hang with my favorites.”

That gets Seungmin’s attention. He snorts, but you see his eyes flick toward Jeongin.

Jeongin hums, smug, “She means me, obviously.”

“Not a chance,” Seungmin mutters.

“Oh?” you tilt your head, tone full of faux-innocence. “You sound jealous, Min.”

He growls softly, more pout than scowl, and Jeongin laughs outright. “Aw, look at you. He’s all bark, no bite.”

“You wanna test that, fox?” Seungmin snaps, tail fluffed out and ears pinned slightly back.

Jeongin just smiles slowly, eyes glinting. “Maybe I do.”

You shift onto your knees, turning between them. “Okay, okay,” you murmur, placing a hand on each of their thighs. “All of us can play tonight.”

Seungmin looks at you sharply. You lick the pad of his thumb and feel Seungmin stiffen.

“I– we…” Seungmin trails off, like his brain short-circuited. But his pupils are blown, and you can feel the heat radiating off him.

“Fuck,” Jeongin breathes, tail curling behind him like a question mark. “Min?”

Seungmin’s fists tighten on his hoodie sleeves. Then… “Only because she asked.”

Jeongin growls, already lunging to tackle Seungmin back into the beanbag. You laugh, body buzzing with anticipation, as you crawl after them. They tumble together in a mess of limbs and insults, but you don’t miss the way Seungmin holds back, how his grip on Jeongin’s wrists is firm but never rough. Jeongin, for all his sharp smirks and playful jabs, melts the second your hand rests above his tail.

“You two done posturing yet?” you say, beside them with one leg curled under you, chin in your hand. “You’d think you’re fighting for alpha of the pack.”

Jeongin wriggles until he's straddling Seungmin’s lap, leaning back just enough to wink at you. “He’s just mad he’s not sitting where I am.”

“I’m mad you’re talking,” Seungmin mutters, but his hands stay where they are, right on Jeongin’s hips, not pushing him off.

“Boys…” you chide sweetly, brushing Jeongin’s tousled hair back from his face. “I thought you were going to behave tonight.”

Jeongin’s eyes flick up to yours. “I’ll be good… if you take your hoodie off.”

You arch a brow. “You’re making an awful lot of demands, say please?”

Neither of them speak. Then Seungmin, clearly pained, mutters, “Please.”

“Didn’t quite catch that,” you say, dragging the hem up just a little. “Beg like you mean it.”

Jeongin huffs a laugh, sharp and breathless. “You’re so evil.”

“I haven’t even started.”

You feel their attention sharpen when you slowly, very slowly, peel the hoodie up and over your head. You’re left in a thin tank top, one that clings too well and leaves little to the imagination.

Jeongin licks his lips. “Off. All of it. Please.”

“Oh, so now the fox begs?” you tease, crawling closer. “What happened to your smug attitude?”

“It’s still here,” he says, voice a bit thinner, “I’m just playing nice…”

Seungmin shifts beneath him again. “You think she’s gonna take anything else off just for that?” His eyes drag over you like he’s memorizing every curve. “Try harder.”

Jeongin twists to look at him over his shoulder. “You do it, then.”

There’s barely a beat before Seungmin lifts a hand, fingers curling around the strap of your tank, tugging just enough to make your breath catch.

“…Please,” he says again, voice low and rough. “Wanna see you.”

That gets you. You sit between them now, a hand on each of their thighs again, their bodies so close, heat radiating between the three of you like a storm about to break.

Seungmin leans in, breath fanning your cheek. “Take it off. Please. Been thinking about it since the other day.”

Jeongin presses up behind you now, hands light on your hips. “She loves this,” he murmurs against your ear. “Making us work for it.”

You smile. “Only because you make it so much fun.”

Their hands get bolder. Seungmin’s fingers slip beneath the hem of your tank, grazing the soft skin above your waistband. Jeongin’s mouth trails lazy kisses along your shoulder. Still, you make no move to undress further. Jeongin lets out a frustrated whine, grinding his hips subtly against your ass. 

“Fuck, just please. Please take it off, baby.”

“Mmn,” you hum, “maybe I will… if you both show me how desperate you are.”

Seungmin’s breath catches. Jeongin groans.

“You’re the worst,” Jeongin whispers, nipping at your neck.

“I try,” you say with a grin, shifting to straddle Seungmin now, watching how his eyes darken. “This remind you of anything, pup?”. 

Your tank rides up a little more as you move, and Seungmin growls quietly, gripping your hips like he might lose control. But he doesn’t. You’re hovering over Seungmin, half-undressed, riding that high of control, until Jeongin leans in from behind, breath hot against your ear.

“She’s teasing too much,” he murmurs to Seungmin. “Don’t you think?”

Seungmin's hands tighten on your hips, thumbs pressing just enough to make your breath catch. “She wants us to beg,” he mutters, voice low and dangerous now. “But I think it’s her who needs to be put in her place.”

You barely have time to register the shift before they move.

Jeongin grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back with surprising strength for someone who always plays the brat. He leans over you, whispering, “Thought you were in charge, pretty girl?”

Seungmin sits up beneath you, chest to chest, eyes locked on yours. His fingers trail up your sides, slow, almost gentle, until his hand wraps around your throat. Your breath hitches. Heat pools between your legs instantly.

“You like this too much,” Seungmin growls, tightening his grip just enough to make your head swim. “Playing all innocent when you’re soaking for us.”

Jeongin licks a slow stripe up your neck from behind. “You’re not slick,” he purrs. “I saw the way you looked when he called you needy. You like being handled.”

You gasp, and Jeongin takes the opportunity to slide his hand up the front of your tank, toying with your nipple through the fabric while Seungmin keeps your throat snug in his grasp. Your hips twitch forward instinctively. You whimper as Jeongin tugs the tank down, no ceremony this time, just frustration. The fabric stretches low, baring your chest, and his mouth is on you before you can object. Suckling, teasing, moaning like you’re the one giving him something.

Seungmin watches, breath heavier now. His grip loosens slightly and he murmurs, “Breathe.”

Seungmin’s grip on your throat eases, just barely. You suck in a shaky breath, chest rising hard against Jeongin’s body, and for a moment the air tastes like freedom. But it isn’t, it’s anticipation.

“Turn around,” Seungmin says quietly, voice rough with restraint. His hand is still warm on your neck, thumb stroking gently now. “On your knees.”

You blink up at him, lips already parted, and obey without thinking, climbing off his thigh with shaky legs, crawling back between them. Jeongin releases your wrists with a smirk and shifts beside you, close and watchful. You barely register the way his hand trails down your spine as you move.

Seungmin leans back on one elbow, hoodie halfway off, eyes dark and fixed on you. His sweats ride low, cock already straining against the fabric.

You tug them down slowly, and Jeongin’s hands are immediately on your hips, rubbing slow, deliberate circles into your skin. One slips around to your front, teasing just above your waistband. The other drifts lower, fingers ghosting along the seam of your thighs.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Gonna let me play with you while you make Seungmin fall apart?”

You nod, lips parting as Seungmin’s cock springs free, hard, thick, flushed at the tip. Your breath catches.

“Open that pretty mouth,” Seungmin says, voice already tight.

You lean in, licking the precum off the tip slowly, deliberately. He groans, low and warning.

Behind you, Jeongin’s hand dips lower. His fingers slip into your panties, finding you slick and swollen.

“Fuck, she’s soaked,” he laughs softly. “You really like this, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, not with Seungmin’s cock pushing past your lips, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping the armrest. You focus on breathing, relaxing your throat as you take more of him.

Jeongin’s fingers press in gently, two at once, curling just right. He knows exactly where to touch, and he does it with purpose. Rhythmic. Slow. Measured. 

Every gag around Seungmin’s cock is met with a stroke of Jeongin’s fingers, working you open like he owns you.

“Look at her,” Jeongin coos. “So full already.”

“Fucking hell,” Seungmin groans, hips twitching. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

You moan around him, and Jeongin chuckles, clearly feeling the way you clench around his fingers. “Can’t wait to feel you cum just from this,” he murmurs, adding a third finger without warning. “Let’s see how far we can push her.”

Seungmin growls, his grip tightening in your hair. “She’s gagging so pretty, fuck… don’t stop. I’m gonna–”

You don’t. You don't think you could if you even wanted to. You let him use your mouth while Jeongin plays you like an instrument, curling his fingers just right, rubbing that sensitive spot mercilessly. It’s overwhelming. Wet, messy, perfect. Seungmin cums with a ragged groan, hips jerking up as he fills your throat. You swallow it all, shaking, eyes brimming with tears.

But Jeongin doesn’t stop.

“Good girl,” he purrs, fingers still pumping, dragging another moan from deep in your chest. “One down.”

He leans in close, lips brushing your ear as Seungmin pulls out of your mouth with a shaky breath.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Your whole body trembles as Seungmin pulls back, chest heaving from the force of his orgasm. But Jeongin. Jeongin is relentless. His fingers are still working you open, slick sounds filling the air, his pace unyielding. You whine into the crook of your arm, muffled, trembling from overstimulation.

“She’s close,” Jeongin whispers against your neck. “I can feel it, gonna cum on my fingers, baby?”

You nod frantically, body already tightening. His other hand slides up your shirt, tugging the fabric impatiently until your breasts spill free. His palm cups one gently, thumb brushing the nipple.

“Such perfect tits,” he mutters, and then he bites, just above your breast, not too hard, but enough to leave heat and the promise of a bruise.

“J-Jeongin–” your voice breaks, hips grinding back against his hand.

“Cum,” he demands, curling his fingers just right. “Let Seungmin see how pretty you look when you break.”

Your orgasm hits hard, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream, thighs quaking. Jeongin moans softly behind you, watching you unravel. His fingers slow, drawing it out, letting you ride the waves until your hips stutter with overstimulation.

“God, look at her,” Seungmin mutters, eyes dark as he tucks himself back into his sweats, watching from the couch. “Fucking wrecked.”

You collapse onto your side, breath hitching, lips parted in a daze. Jeongin gently coaxes you onto your back, sliding your shirt fully off, leaving you bare. Your chest rises and falls quickly, still recovering. He climbs on top of you, straddling your thighs, and leans down. His lips find your collarbone first, then the swell of your breast. He kisses slowly at first… then bites. Again. And again. Leaving little red-purple flowers blooming across your skin.

“You’re mine,” he breathes between kisses. “Wanna see you wear me for days.”

You whimper, arching into his mouth.

Then he shifts lower.

His cock presses against your stomach, hard, flushed, leaking. He glances up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Hold them for me.”

You lift your hands, pressing your breasts together, offering them to him.

“Fuck, yes…” he groans, lining himself up.

The first slide of his cock between your tits makes you both gasp. He fucks them slow, savoring the glide, your spit and his precum making it messy and perfect.

“You’re so good to us,” he groans, fucking your tits harder now. “Letting me mark you, ruin you.”

Seungmin’s voice is quiet from the side, but edged with heat. “She likes being ruined.”

You moan, tongue flicking out to catch the head of Jeongin’s cock each time it thrusts near your lips. He grits his teeth, thrusts faltering.

“Gonna cum all over you,” he groans, pace quickening. “Mark you right here, so Felix knows when he sneaks into your room tonight.” 

Your breasts are slick, his cock gliding effortlessly now, until with a choked gasp, he spills across your chest, hot ropes painting your skin, marking you just like he promised.

He leans down, breathing heavily, kissing your lips tenderly now. “Good girl…”

Seungmin chuckles from his perch. “You two done, or can I have her again?”

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