#seungchan

“what happened?” seungmin asked, confused at the sudden change in your voice.

before you could answer, the muffled sound of voices drifted through the thin walls. your roommate. and her boyfriend.

“ugh,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “it’s happening. again.”

seungmin laughed. because of course he did, with your misery being his main source of entertainment. “what is?”

“it’s sooha and her boyfriend. chris? i’d told you about them, remember?” you replied, lowering your voice instinctively. “they can not keep it in their pants, man, i swear. she’s been dating this guy for, like, two weeks now, and almost every day they decide our dorm is their personal love hotel. it’s so fucking annoying.”

“sucks to be you,” seungmin said, completely unhelpful and way too used to your roommate’s antics.

you huffed, half annoyed, half exhausted, and he moved on, ranting about something else entirely. some professor. some deadline. his voice droned comfortably in your ear, familiar and grounding, and yet your attention betrayed you.

because the noises didn’t stop, they never did. 

they only continued till you felt like you were losing your mind.

to be honest, it wasn’t truly even that bad. your rooms were on the opposite ends of the cozy living room, and the walls were thick enough that you could continue with your work without needing to blast music at full volume if you were focused enough. 

but it was never about the sounds, no matter how much you told yourself, but it was always about his presence. 

the noises started almost immediately— soft at first, the creak of the mattress in the next room, her breathy laugh turning into something softer, needier. then his low murmur, the kind that carried just enough bass to vibrate through the wall. you could picture it too clearly: his hands on her waist, her head tipping back, the way the bedframe would tap rhythmically against the wall soon enough.

you swallowed hard.

“hey? you there?” seungmin’s voice sharpened, his concern cutting through the haze.

you blinked, grounding yourself. “what?”

“you went quiet,” he said. “you okay, angel?”

of course he noticed. he always did. he knew your pauses, your tells, the way your breathing changed when something was wrong. and now this, apparently.

“yeah. yeah, of course,” you said quickly, laughing a little at your awkwardness. “sorry. i’m just… yeah. it’s nothing. continue.”

but it wasn’t nothing.

you’d complained to him countless times about your roommate. about the noise, the lack of boundaries, the frustration of trying to study or sleep through it all. 

what you didn’t tell him was the part that made your stomach twist with guilt. the part you buried so deep you barely admitted it to yourself.

that sometimes, in the quiet moments when you were alone with your thoughts, your imagination betrayed you. that sometimes you pictured her boyfriend in places he had no right to be. 

the idea unsettled you as much as it lingered, and the shame of it burned hotter than the thought itself.

“i need to go now,” the muffled sound of seungmin getting up and moving around brought you back. “you sure you’re okay? you can come by if you feel too uncomfortable or something? i’ll just tell the guys to reschedule—”

“no, no, minnie, that won’t be necessary, i’m fine. thank you for offering though,” you say. “sorry for making you worry, i was just… thinking about what we’re gonna do with the project.”

“okay then,” he didn’t sound convinced, but didn’t press further. “all the best, angel.” he ended the call, and silence settled in, making it harder for you to ignore the couple next door. 

it had been weeks since your last call with seungmin. assignments, group meetings, finals prep; the usual excuses had kept you both busy and orbiting around each other at a safe distance. 

quick waves across the lecture hall, a shared eye-roll during a particularly brutal presentation, but no real time. no late-night rants, no movie marathons, no accidental silences that meant too much.

now that your exams were finally over, it felt as if a weight had been lifted, and you had called seungmin over to make up for lost time. 

you hummed to yourself as you fired off yet another text, wearing your most comfortable tank top and shorts; double, triple checking if he had picked up all the snacks you had asked him for; 

seung seungmiinnnnnnn u got the spicy ramen right? AND the chips i told u about?? DON’T YOU DARE FORGET THE SOJU minnniee my loveeeee pls come quick baby i’m starving

his reply was instant, predictably teasing;

crazy how you only care about me when i bring snacks yes mom i have everything stop spamming or i’ll eat them all in the hallway

you practically skipped out of your room when the doorbell rang, bare feet padding across the cool floor, already rehearsing the dramatic “finally!” you were going to greet him with.

but then you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw him. 

chris was sitting on the couch, legs spread comfortably, elbows on his knees, thumbs flying across his phone screen with that same focused frown you’d seen a hundred times from across campus. he looked up when you froze in the doorway, and his expression softened instantly into that polite, disarming smile.

“hey,” he said, voice low and easy. his gaze flicked over you— quick, not lingering, but enough to make heat crawl up your neck anyway. you were suddenly hyper-aware of the thin strap slipping off one shoulder, the way the shorts rode up your thighs when you shifted.

“sooha’s not here,” you voiced your first thought, because apparently your brain had forgotten the concept of small talk.

“oh, yeah i know,” he looked sheepish. 

no matter what complicated feelings you had about him and sooha, you still knew chris was a good person, who was oblivious to whatever was shared between you and his girlfriend. 

and standing there alone with him now, you felt a pang of guilt for how thoroughly you had been avoiding him on campus these past weeks, your eyes finding everyone but his when he waved or smiled at you from across the room. 

“sorry for coming here unannounced,” he continued, “but—”

the doorbell rang again, cutting him off, followed almost immediately by seungmin’s unmistakable voice.

“yah, did you die or something? open up before i eat all your snacks! don’t test me!”

you laughed despite yourself, the tension cracking like thin ice as you excused yourself, hurrying to the door.

“i had literally been standing here for, like, three hours,” seungmin complained as soon as you opened the door, his hands reaching to loosen the tie he was still wearing from his part-time job. then suddenly his expression shifted, eyes sliding past you to the living room. “chan hyung? what are you doing here?”

“chan… what?” you echoed faintly, stepping aside to let him in, your brain short-circuiting at how easily that nickname had rolled off seungmin’s tongue.

chris looked up, surprised, then grinned wide. “minnie?” 

seungmin stepped fully inside, kicking the door shut behind him, eyes darting between you and chris like he was trying to solve a math problem in real time.

you moved on autopilot, taking the bags from seungmin’s hands and mumbling, “i’ll just… put these in my room,” before you heard the two of them exchange a few words, laughter spilling out effortlessly. you softly clicked your bedroom door shut behind you and leaned against it for a second, breathing.

what the actual fuck?

a few moments later the knob turned. seungmin slipped inside, eyes comically wide, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper the second the latch caught.

“when you said sooha’s horny ass boyfriend was chris, you meant chan hyung?” he was unsure whether he found this funny or horrifying. 

“how do you know your chan hyung anyway?” you huffed, somehow feeling annoyed at this new information as you plopped down on the edge of your bed, arms crossed over your chest.  

“we used to go to the same high school... was in the same friend group for a while,” he said with a soft smile, his eyes drifting to the way your breasts looked pushed up for a split second. “and we had a few classes together this semester, too,” 

he didn’t mention the part where they’d fucked girls in the same room, sometimes at the same time.

“well then how come you never mentioned this friend of yours?” you muttered. your annoyance hid something worse; embarrassment. 

seungmin shrugged, an amused smile on his face. “i mean… i don’t know, you never asked? he’s just someone, y’know? it just never came up.”

he dragged your desk chair over and sat facing you, knees almost touching yours. the easy teasing from earlier was gone; now he was watching you carefully, like he could see the embarrassed flush creeping up your cheeks and the way your fingers found the hem of your tank top, an obvious nervous tick.

you huffed, trying to play it off. “great. so i’ve been ranting to you about this guy for weeks, and you’re just… casually friends with him. fan-fucking-tastic.”

seungmin’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. “to be fair, you never said his name until like… a month in. plus, i think i know like, i don't know, three chris-es? c’mon. i just never connect the dots.”

you groaned, flopping backward onto the mattress, arms over your face. “i hate everything.”

he laughed fondly, shaking his head at your reaction. a silence washed over the room as he watched you, giving your thoughts room to drift back to months earlier, when it had all begun.

you and sooha were civil in the way strangers sharing a small space learn to be. 

polite smiles. short conversations about laundry schedules and whose turn it was to take out the trash. you never fought, but you never clicked either. there was nothing to talk about, no shared humor, no late-night confessions. just co-existence.

and then there was chris.

you were strangers at first, your life more peaceful when you didn’t know of his existence. 

but then one mundane day you saw him, laughing with his friends, and something about the way he just existed made everything else blur. 

you only knew he was a semester ahead of you, nothing else, but ever since then, you seemed to find him everywhere. 

the library steps. the cafe outside the campus. outside your lecture hall. he always smiled at you when your gazes met, not in a way that felt intrusive, just… warm. polite. but somehow intentional enough to feel that his eyes always found yours. enough to make your chest feel oddly tight every time.

a few nights later, you told sooha, the day a blur of cheap alcohol and lowered defenses. your living room smelled like spilled soju and burnt popcorn, and the music from someone else’s room thudded through the walls. you remember sitting cross-legged on the couch, both of you giggling at nothing, courage borrowed from the green bottles.

“you know chris, the one with the australian accent? i think i have the biggest crush on that man. he's soo fine,” you giggled between hiccups, the first time you had admitted that fact to yourself. 

sooha had gone quiet, just looked at you with those unreadable eyes, then shrugged. “cool.”

you'd laughed it off, feeling happy with your first genuine interaction with your roommate, and had passed out on your bed still in your jeans.

and then the next day, head heavy from the hangover and clothes sticking to your body, you found chris on your living room couch. 

kissing sooha. 

chris's eyes flicked to you for half a second— surprise, maybe guilt— before sooha pulled him back in deeper, choosing to ignore your presence. 

you'd slammed your door as you retreated back into your room, hangover soup or a shower be damned. after that day, your secret stayed buried, known only to you. 

that was the moment resentment took root. you told yourself that it was about loyalty. about boundaries. there was hatred, yes, but not just for her, although she carried the weight of it. 

but if you were honest, the ache burned brighter whenever you saw him. for her getting to taste what you'd only daydreamed about. for the casual way she'd claimed something you'd never even had the courage to reach for. 

at first, it was more than just the noise that annoyed you. it was the inconsideration, the timing, the way they never seemed to care if you were studying or trying to sleep. you complained about it endlessly, venting to seungmin, shoving headphones over your ears.

until one night, something shifted.

you were lying on your bed, laptop open, a movie playing that you had lost the plot to hours ago. and like clockwork, the sounds started again.

you waited for irritation to rise. for anger. for that familiar knot of resentment.

it didn’t come. 

instead, for once, the noises weren't loud enough.

you shifted, thighs pressing together almost automatically. the bedframe started its steady rhythm—slow at first, then building. you could hear the hitch in her breathing, the way it caught and released. but your mind wasn't on her anymore.

it was on him. always. 

your body moved without asking for permission, your cheek pressing against the door before you had even registered leaving the bed. there was a heat that didn’t belong, coiling low in your stomach. your thoughts turned traitor, slipping into places you hadn’t allowed them to go.

you hated it. you hated yourself for it. yet still, that didn’t stop you.

you fell to the ground as your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts without thinking, without letting yourself think.

shame flared hot behind your eyes, but what was hotter was the way you imagined chris's hands, the same ones you'd seen gripping her waist that first day, sliding up your sides instead. his mouth on your neck, the plush lips giving you wet and sloppy kisses, marking you. his hips rolling into you with that same deliberate pace, making the frame knock just like that. the low groan you'd heard him make once or twice, rough and wrecked, vibrating through the wall and straight into your core.

your breath came shorter, fingers brushing over sensitive skin, already slick from nothing more than imagination and sound. it was humiliating how fast it built.

every thrust in the next room echoed in your head as if it were yours. suddenly his weight was pinning you down, fingers tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to make you gasp. “you enjoying this, huh?” he smirked, his voice making your core vibrate. he said your name, his lips touching your ears, his voice low, broken, and desperate.

you bit your lip to stay quiet, but a small whimper escaped anyway.

the rhythm picked up—faster, harder—and so did your hand, circling, pressing, chasing.

when you came, you let out a load moan, your body feeling limp and hot. 

you opened your eyes and you saw no one but yourself on the mirror in front of you, your arousal staining the floor and your nipples hard against your tshirt, shorts abandoned somewhere near your ankles. 

the emptiness of the room hit you like a shockwave; sharp, silent, shameful. you lay there afterward with heavy breaths, heart hammering, staring at the ceiling with wet fingers and burning cheeks.

you hated how good it felt.

you hated even more that you knew you'd do it again.

seungmin’s low laugh pulled you back to the present like a hand pulling you from under water.

you blinked, realizing you’d been staring at nothing—lost somewhere between the memory of that first humiliating night and the present, where your thighs were pressed so tightly together the muscle ached, your breathing shallow and uneven.

he was still sitting in the chair he’d dragged over, elbows on his knees, close enough that you could see the mole under his left eye, and the faint dusting of red on his cheeks and ears. 

“your breathing’s all fucked up, angel” he said quietly, no teasing this time. just observation. clinical, almost. “and your thighs—” his gaze dropped deliberately to where your legs were clamped shut, then flicked back up to your face. “—are clenched so hard i’m afraid of what i’ll see when i push them apart.”

heat flooded your cheeks so fast you felt dizzy.

you opened your mouth to deny it, to laugh it off, to say anything that would make this moment less real— but nothing came out.

seungmin didn’t look away.

instead, the corner of his mouth lifted, just a fraction, just enough to make your stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

“do you listen?” he asked, voice so soft it barely carried. “when chan fucks her. when he gets loud. do you… listen in?”

“i—” you tried to say, but all that came out was a breathy gasp as seungmin put his hands on either side of you, caging you between him and the mattress. his breath tickled your neck, and you shivered. 

you’d always known seungmin was attractive. objectively, of course (or that's what you told yourself). the kind of attractiveness that made people do double-takes in the café line. the kind that used to make you stare at his fingers when he strummed his guitar, and maybe lose your breath when sometimes he would engulf you in a hug and you felt his hard muscles press against your soft skin. 

but you never let those thoughts linger, no matter how hard that was for you, because losing him would gut you worse than any crush ever could.

you stared at him now— really stared— and saw the boy who’d held your hair back after too many shots, who’d stayed up until dawn helping you cram for midterms, who’d once driven across town at 2 a.m. because your voice cracked on the phone and you couldn’t say why.

but right now, with his face buried in your neck, pupils dark and steady, that careful boundary felt paper-thin.

“seungmin,” you whispered, hands clutching his arm to… push him away? but your hands stayed in place, involuntarily giving his arm a squeeze to ground yourself. 

on hearing your fragile voice, seungmin pulled back a bit, and your body instinctively arched forward at the absence of his warmth. 

he searched your eyes for a moment. “you’ve been disturbed by their noise for so fucking long.”  he said, voice just as low, “maybe it’s time you gave him a taste of his own medicine, angel.” 

your breath faltered at his proposition, the weight of what he was implying settling between you. but before the words could fully sink in, his mouth finally found the side of your neck.

a surprised, sharp gasp tore out of you. his lips were warm, soft at first, then firmer as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss just under your jaw. heat exploded under your skin like someone had struck a match. your hands flew to his shoulders—not pushing, just… holding on.

he pulled back again just enough to meet your eyes, a slight frown at your tense reactions. 

“hey,” he said, voice rougher yet somehow softer now. “this doesn’t have to change anything between us. this is just me… helping my best friend take some revenge.” his thumb brushed your cheek, gentle, even if his gaze burned. “if you don’t want this, any of it, tell me to stop. tell me and i’ll stop right now.”

your mouth was dry. your whole body felt like it was vibrating.

you searched his face, looking for the joke, the safety net, the signs of mirth on his face after he would prank you. it wasn’t there.

all you saw was him. waiting. wanting. 

but still giving you the power to end it.

but you were just a girl, with a stupidly attractive best friend whom you trusted more than yourself.

“don’t stop,” you whispered, your lips desperately reaching for his. you felt him smile against your lips as he finally kissed you, and he kissed like he had been wanting this for years. like he wasn’t just helping you get revenge. 

his mouth found your collarbone again, and the way he groaned gave you an inkling that maybe the times he had stared at your neck was not him just admiring your necklaces. suddenly, you felt something sharp—his hand pulled a fistful of your hair to gain better access— and you expected to feel pain at his rough actions, but instead, you let out the loudest moan. 

outside the room, you heard a thud, as if something had fallen. 

“that’s right, baby,” seungmin smirked, giving your hair another pull. “you’ve got to scream for me tonight, show him what he’s been missing,” 

seungmin’s hands were firm on your hips as he pushed you back onto the mattress, the springs dipping under your combined weight as he lay your head on the pillow. you landed with a soft bounce, breath catching, and before you could even process the shift, he was hovering over you, knees bracketing your thighs, one palm planted beside your head, caging you in without touching you anywhere you desperately wanted him to yet.

his eyes were dark, amused, predatory in a way you’d never seen directed at you before. the boy who used to steal your fries and fall asleep on your shoulder during movie marathons was gone— in his place was someone who looked like he’d been waiting to unravel you for longer than you’d ever suspected.

you tried to steady your breathing, tried to look at anything but at his face, only for your gaze to snag on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the faint sheen of sweat already gathering at his throat.

then he moved.

he shifted to the side, reaching for your nightstand drawer with casual familiarity, like he’d done it a hundred times before. the drawer scraped open and your stomach dropped.

no. no fucking way. 

“you think i don’t know about this?” he pulled it out slowly—your slim, purple vibrator, the one you kept buried under chargers and old files like it was national secrets. the same one you’d used on those nights when chris’ low groans had pushed you over the edge faster than you cared to admit.

seungmin held it up between two fingers, turning it lazily so the light caught the smooth surface. then he looked back at you, smirking, looking triumphant. 

your face was already burning, but the heat that rushed through you now felt nuclear. you wanted to disappear into the mattress, wanted to snatch it from him. you wanted—fuck—you wanted him to keep looking at you like that.

“you’re not as slick as you think you are, angel” he murmured, voice low and velvet-smooth. his thumb flicked the base once—just once—and the toy buzzed to life for a split second before he clicked it off again. “i’ve heard it through the wall more times than i can count.”

your mouth fell open. no sound came out.

he leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “every time you think you’re being quiet? every time you bite your pillow so hard and think i can’t hear?” he dragged the cool tip of the vibrator lightly down your chest, grazing your hard nipple over the thin tank top. you arched without meaning to. “i know exactly what you sound like when you come, baby. and i know you’ve thought about me fucking you just as much as you’ve thought about chan.”

a whimper slipped out before you could stop it. seungmin pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. his smile was slow, filthy.

“such a little slut,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “getting off to the sound of your roommate getting railed. using this pathetic thing while you pretend it’s his cock instead.” he pressed the vibrator against your inner thigh—still off, just the promise of it making your skin crawl—and dragged it upward in a lazy line. 

“but tonight? tonight you’re gonna make noise for real. loud enough that chan can’t pretend he doesn’t hear. loud enough that he’ll lie there next to her wondering who’s making his sweet little neighbor sound like she’s being ruined.”

your thighs trembled. you couldn’t look away from him. “min…” 

he clicked the vibrator on—lowest setting—and settled it against the damp cotton of your shorts, directly over your swollen clit. the thin fabric dragged deliciously against you with every tiny buzz, giving the sweetest friction, but also the worst kind of tease, because it still kept him so far  away that your hips already ached to shove the barrier aside.

you gasped, sharp,and involuntary, and seungmin’s free hand shot up to cover your mouth, thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

“uh-uh,” he whispered. “not yet. save it. i want him to hear every fucking sound you make when i finally let you fall apart.”

he dragged the toy in slow, torturous circles, watching your face the entire time, watching the way your brows knit, the way your hips jerked despite yourself.

“tell me,” he said, voice rougher now. “tell me you want him to hear how wet you get for me. tell me you want him to get jealous.”

your head thrashed once against the pillow, the words stuck in your throat, thick with shame and need.

seungmin leaned in, lips grazing yours, just a tease. “say it,” he breathed. “or i stop.”

you swallowed. your voice came out wrecked, barely there. “i… i want him to hear.”

“hear what?”

“how wet you make me, min,” you cried out, desperate for more. “i want him to hear how wet i get for you.”

seungmin’s eyes flashed. “good girl.”

with one hand, he reached for his tie, and the sight of him taking it off was enough to make you cum. he caught your wrists in his hands, tying them with the satin fabric before turning the vibrator up a notch. 

and then he kissed you again, claiming, while his other hand shoved your shorts and panties aside just enough to press the toy directly against your bare skin.

the first real moan tore out of you before you could stop it. loud. unmistakable.

“that’s it baby, make him hear how much you enjoy being heard.” seungmin felt it. the way your hips jerked up against the vibrator. the way your thighs trembled around his knee. he chuckled.

“oh, you like that, don’t you,” he said, almost sweetly. “you like knowing he’s right there, hearing you fall apart for someone else.” he clicked the vibrator up one more setting. the buzz intensified, ripping a sharp gasp from your throat before you could swallow it down.

“louder,” he ordered, pressing the toy firmer, grinding it in tight circles that made your vision blur at the edges. “come on, show me how much of a whore you are.”

you whimpered, high and needy, and seungmin’s free hand slid up to cup your throat, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you know who’s in control. 

“minnie… ah, seungmin, i’m so close,” you were surprised at your ability to form words, for all that was currently occupying your brain was seungmin, seungmin, seungmin. 

it was all to much, the buzz of the vibrator hitting your swollen clit, his hands around your throat and your inability to do anything. and worse of all? the way he was looking at you. 

“not yet,” he turned the vibrator off, throwing it aside. you cried out, your needy whimpers making him smirk. he removed your shorts and panties, and his eyes seemed hypnotised by the way your juices were spilling out, already making a wet spot on your bedsheet. 

“look at you,” he breathed, and for the first time that night, he was the one who looked speechless. 

in an instant, his mouth was on your cunt, his tongue making patterns on your wet walls that made you see stars. as if that weren’t enough, without warning he pushed his finger inside you, making you scream, fighting against the restraints your hands were tied in. 

“such a fucking slut,” he murmered, the vibrations of his voice against your skin making your hips jerk. “getting wet at the thought of him hearing you, aren’t you? picturing him on the other side of the wall while you leak all over my face like a desperate little whore.”

your breath hitched, and you felt fresh heat flood between your legs at the words. you wanted to deny it, to close your thighs, anything to hide how true it was, but your body betrayed you: another involuntary roll of your hips chasing the pressure, a tiny, broken sound slipping out before you could stop it.

he chuckled, dark and knowing, his free hand coming up to push your tank top aside and grip your breast, giving your nipple a firm squeeze. “yeah, there it is. listen to yourself. bet you’d come even harder if he knocked right now, didn’t you? if he walked in and saw what a pathetic, cock-hungry mess you turn into the second someone teases this slutty cunt.”

he inserted another finger inside you, and your back arched off the bed with a choked moan. your cheeks burned; shame and arousal twisted so tight in your stomach you could barely breathe. you shook your head weakly, no, no, that’s too much, you wanted to say, but your hips kept grinding, the sound of his digits pumping in and out of your slick folds filling the room. 

“tell me exactly what you want him to hear. go on, paint the picture for me, you desperate fucking whore. do you want him to hear you moaning my name? begging for cock like the needy bitch you are? or—” his voice dropped even lower, lips coming up to brush yours as he spoke, “—do you want him to hear you be ruined? scream it loud enough that he knows exactly what a dripping, shameless slut is in the other room?”

your hips bucked once, twice, chasing harder pressure you weren’t allowed to have yet. shame burned hot in your cheeks, your chest, but it only made you wetter, slicker, more frantic.

he felt it. of course he did. “don’t you dare hold back now,” he growled, nose brushing yours. “say it. tell me you want him to hear you come so hard the bed shakes. tell me you want him to know you’re getting off thinking about his cock while i play with your greedy little hole. use your fucking words, angel,”

your throat worked, lips trembling as another helpless roll of your hips grounded his fingers deeper against you. any remnant of denial was gone; only raw, humiliating need left.

“i… i want him to hear me come,” you whispered, voice cracking, barely above a breath. “fuck, min— i want him to hear how loud i get… how wet i get for you… how much i need… how much i need your cock inside me,”

your eyes fluttered shut for a second, mortified, but your body kept moving—small, desperate thrusts against his fingers like you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

he laughed softly, cruel and pleased, rewarding you with a rougher pace and another finger that ripped a choked moan from your throat.

“good girl. that’s my nasty fucking slut.” he murmured, lips grazing your ear again. “keep going. tell me you’d let him listen every night if i told you to. tell me you’d spread these legs wider just so he could hear how filthy you really are.”

“i… i would,” your breath came in short, ragged gasps now, thighs quivering, clit throbbing. you were shaking now, teetering right on the edge, humiliated and so unbearably turned on you could cry. “p-please seungmin, i’m so close,” you moaned, your voice hoarse from your screams. “please, let me cum,”

“you’ve deserved it baby,” he chuckled, his tongue finding your clit again. “cum for me, my filthy little angel,” he commanded, voice thick with  satisfaction as he sucked your clit between his lips, humming deep so the buzz traveled everywhere. “don’t you dare hold back. scream it—loud enough for him to hear every fucking second of how wrecked you get for me. let the whole damn apartment know what a desperate, dripping slut you turn into when i own this pussy.”

your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. the coil snapped hard, white-hot pleasure ripping through you in violent waves. your back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as a raw, broken scream tore from your throat: his name, over and over, ragged and shameless, repeated like the only prayer you knew. “fuck—seungmin! yes—fuck! yes!”

each pulse of your orgasm milked more slick from you, coating his tongue, his chin, the sheets beneath. you shook uncontrollably, fingers twisting in the restraints, your thighs around his head pulling him closer even as overstimulation made you whimper. 

tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, cheeks burning with the fresh wave of humiliation—he’d made you loud, made you obvious, and god, it only made the aftershocks hit harder.

he didn’t let up right away, lapping lazily through the mess as you trembled, murmuring against your oversensitive flesh. “that’s it… good girl… screaming like the needy whore that you are.”

the aftershocks still rippled through you in slow, lingering waves. your body felt molten, legs splayed open, chest heaving, seungmin’s tie still circling your wrists, no longer tight, loosened by every restless movement you’d made. the sheets beneath you were a mess, damp and cooling where your release had soaked through. seungmin’s mouth was slick with you, chin glistening as he finally lifted his head, eyes dark and shining with satisfaction.

he crawled up your body slowly, deliberately, pressing soft, wet kisses along your stomach, your throat, the corner of your mouth. “fuck,” he breathed against your lips, voice wrecked and soft. “you sounded so pretty screaming my name like that. think the whole building heard.”

you managed a shaky laugh, half sob, too overwhelmed to form words. your clit still throbbed faintly from overstimulation, every tiny shift of your hips sending sparks up your spine.

seungmin kissed you properly then, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, with one hand tenderly caressing your cheek. when he pulled back, his thumb brushed over your swollen bottom lip.

“i’m gonna get you some water, okay?” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “and maybe clean you up a little before round two. don’t move.”

he slipped off the bed with that easy grace of his, and paused at the door, glancing back at you— spread out, flushed, wrecked— and his mouth curved into something dangerously sweet.

“stay right there, angel. i’ll be back in two minutes.”

the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts. as you forced yourself to take deep breaths, trying to calm down, you tried to process exactly what had transpired between the two of you.

you had never thought this day would come— you, cumming on seungmin’s tongue and him, promising you a round two — but somewhere deep in your heart, you also felt that this was a long time coming. 

he had told you at the beginning that things between you didn’t have to change after this, but after getting a taste of what you both could offer each other, you knew there was no going back, and you couldn’t deny the excitement curling in your chest as you looked toward this new stage of your relationship.

but no matter how much you tried, there was still something at the back of your mind, or rather someone—

you heard footsteps. but not seungmin’s light, familiar steps; they were heavier, slower. hesitant. 

and the breath caught in your chest as the door opened— and there stood chris. 

he looked… wrecked. hair mussed like he’d run his hands through it too many times, shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms tense. his eyes, dark, pupils dilated, locked onto you immediately. they dragged down your body: the hickeys blooming on your neck and chest, the tie still loosely binding your wrists, your legs parted just enough that he could see the slick mess between them, the wet spot darkening the sheets. your brain told you to sit up, to cover yourself, but your body was too tired. and your heart? well…

chris didn’t speak at first, just swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing. his chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted here, as if he hadn’t just been sitting a few feet away, his ears picking up on every little whisper.

“i—” his voice came out rough, cracked. “i…  heard everything.”

the shame that should have crashed over you instead twisted into something hotter, sharper. your thighs trembled under his stare.

he took one step inside. then another. the door swung shut behind him with a soft click. he took a seat on the chair seungmin was occupying, not saying a word. 

“baby,” he breathed, his hands on the mattress, as if touching you was something he hadn’t earned yet. “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

you squirmed under his gaze, happy to finally see him look at you the way you had always wanted, but there was something stopping you from truly enjoying his stare, from telling him to come over and ruin you. 

“what about…?” your voice trembled, trying to make sense with whatever strength you had left in you. 

his smile almost wrecked you. “i broke up with her weeks ago. she asked me to come get a few of my things today, that’s why she went out,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your whole body. “i couldn’t continue the relationship… how could i, when even when i’m with her, my mind always wandered to the room next door?”

“what?” you regretted not being friends with sooha, because then you could’ve known this vital piece of information ages ago. “but i thought… i thought it was you in her room yesterday… doing… y’know?” you blushed before you could complete the sentence, feeling shy despite the fact that you were literally lying naked in front of him and that he had probably heard you say worse things in the past hour. 

“did you see me?” he smirked as you shook your head no, getting up on the mattress, his face inching closer to yours with each words. “or did you hope… did you imagine it was me, each time you heard her get railed. or worse… did you imagine yourself in her place? did you imagine yourself getting fucked,” his breath tickled your cheek, so close yet too far apart. “by me?” 

up close, he smelled like clean sweat and something woodsy— his cologne, the one you’d caught whiffs of in passing for months. his eyes flickered to your bound wrists, then back to your face.

“seungmin tied you up?” his voice was low, strained. almost primal.

you nodded once, barely. chan’s hand hovered near your cheek, hesitant, then gently brushed a strand of damp hair from your forehead. the touch was so careful it made your chest ache.

“did he make you come like that?” he asked, thumb tracing the edge of one hickey. “screaming loud enough for me to hear every second?”

another small nod. your lips parted, but no sound came. he leaned down slowly, giving you every chance to turn away.

instead, your back arched, wanting him to be closer.

his mouth found yours, tentative at first, like he was testing if this was real. then deeper, hungrier, tongue sliding against yours with a groan that vibrated through your whole body. one hand cupped the back of your head; the other slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip like he needed to anchor himself.

when he broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged.

“i’ve wanted this,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper. “every time i saw you on the couch, your bra strap fucking inviting me to snap it and hear you moan. i’ve wanted you ever since i saw you across campus, looking so damn angelic that you almost blinded me, doll. 

“i’ve wanted you every time you looked away… i wanted to pin you against the wall and make you finally fucking look at me. really look, without your eyes drifting away.”

his hand slipped lower, fingers brushing the soaked mess between your thighs. you jolted, oversensitive, but arched into it anyway.

“seungmin got you this wet, huh?” he murmured, almost awed, circling your clit once, gentle, testing. you whimpered. “i gotta thank him for this then,” he smirked. 

in a flash, he had rolled you over, pushing down on your head as he aligned your ass against his bulge. you shivered when your wet folds came in contact with the rough material of his jeans, and let out a loud moan as his hand landed on your cunt as a sharp slap.

“tell me to stop,” he said, echoing seungmin’s earlier words, but his voice was thicker, more desperate. “tell me, and i’ll leave right now, i promise.”

you met his eyes, dark, burning, pleading. “don’t stop, chan,” you whispered.

chan groaned at the way the nickname rolled out of your mouth, like the words had punched the air out of him.

he pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough, cock springing free, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip. he fisted himself once, twice, eyes never leaving yours.

then he notched himself at your entrance, slow, careful despite the tremor in his arms.

you gasped as you felt his tip enter, already stretching you perfectly, the slight burn blending into pleasure so intense your toes curled.

“i’m gonna fill you up,” he rasped, pushing in inch by inch, your loud cries about him being too big, too much, falling on deaf ears. “gonna fuck you so good you forget anyone else ever touched you.”

with every firm thrust, you felt your bed frame thud against the wall, the sound of your fantasies coming alive making your head dizzy and your moans louder. 

“louder,” he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. “scream for me like you did for him. let kim seungmin hear it when he comes back. let him know who’s ruining you now.”

your hands, still tied up, found you clit, as you erratically touched your swollen bud. “fuck, yes, yes! you’re filling me up so good, channie, oh fuck.”

the rhythm chan had set was brutal, deep, punishing strokes driving fresh, broken cries from your throat. you were loud, deliberately so now, moaning his name like a chant, letting it echo through the thin walls, through the cracked bedroom door.

“fuck—channie, yes, right there—harder, please—”

your voice cracked on every syllable, your brained so hazed that you didn’t even realise it at first when the door opened again.

seungmin stepped inside, two water bottles dangling loosely from his fingers, a warm washcloth in his other hand. he stopped in the doorway, eyes sweeping the scene: you face-down, ass up, chan buried to the hilt behind you, one hand fisted in your hair to keep your back arched, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

as your face turned towards him, for one terrified heartbeat, you thought he would be angry, rightfully so, your brain chided you. you thought that the easy affection in his eyes would shatter, that he’d storm out, that everything would end here in shame and silence.

instead, Seungmin tilted his head.

a slow, lazy smirk curled his lips.

he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms casually, like he’d walked in on you eating snacks instead of getting railed within an inch of your life.

“didn’t know you were such a greedy little slut, angel,” he drawled, voice soft and amused. “one cock wasn’t enough?”

something about the way he was looking at you, not like he was surprised, but rather entertained, broke you in the best possible way.

your cunt clenched hard around chan, visceral and involuntary, and chan groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering for a second. seungmin noticed too, the way your eyes rolled back and the fingers on your clit when slack for a moment.

“fuck— she just squeezed me so tight,” chan rasped, glancing over at seungmin without slowing down. “think she likes this more than we thought.”

seungmin’s gaze flicked to you once again, your flushed face, your trembling thighs, the way your mouth hung open around desperate little gasps, and then back to Chan. 

something wordless passed between them: a knowing look, a tiny nod, the kind of silent communication that only happens when two people have already decided the same thing long before walking into the room.

they weren’t surprised.

they weren’t jealous.

they were… prepared.

seungmin pushed off the doorframe and walked over slowly, setting the water bottles and cloth on the nightstand like this was just another tuesday. he stopped right in front of your face, fingers sliding under your chin to tilt your head up so you had to look at him while chan kept fucking into you from behind.

“look at you, such a desperate little cumslut,” seungmin murmured, almost sweetly. his fingers brushed your cheek, then trailed down to roughly squeeze your breasts, another hand came up to your mouth, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. you whimpered around the pressure of his thumb slipping into your mouth. your tongue curled instinctively around it.

“greedy little whore. all tied up and drooling already. you really couldn’t wait two minutes for me to come back before you let hyung stuff you full, huh?” you whimpered—half apology, half plea—as chan drove in particularly deep, making your whole body jolt.

seungmin murmured, chan chuckled darkly, slapping your ass for good measure as he slowed his thrusts just enough to make you whine in frustration.

“she’s been loud,” he said conversationally, like he was discussing the weather. “kept moaning my name— channie this, channie that. thought you might want to hear it up close.”

seungmin’s fondly rolled his eyes as he smirked at chan, his eyes darkening with satisfaction.

“oh, i heard,” he said softly. “every filthy little sound.” he pulled his thumb free with a wet pop, smearing your own spit across your cheek. “but i think she can be louder, can’t you, baby?”

he unbuckled his belt with one hand while his other hand fisted the base of his cock, already hard again from watching you get wrecked. in an instant, his shirt was also discarded, falling somewhere beside your tank top that you didn’t even realise had been taken off in your haze. 

chan pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, making you sob at the sudden emptiness.

“open,” seungmin ordered.

your mouth fell open on instinct, tongue dipping out.

he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until your nose brushed his pelvis and your throat fluttered around him. you gagged softly, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but you didn’t pull away.

“good girl,” he praised, fisting your hair as he thrusted into your mouth in a rough shove. “take it all in.”

chan pushed back in at the same time, filling your cunt while seungmin fucked your mouth. the dual stretch, the rhythm, the way they moved in perfect tandem like they’d rehearsed this, sent your brain to complete, blissful ruin. no thoughts, no shame, only the primal need to be used, filled, and fucked stupid by both of them in perfect, cruel sync.

they talked over you like you weren’t even there, like you were just the perfect toy they’d finally decided to share.

“she’s so fucking tight,” chan groaned, hips snapping forward. “feel that? she’s clenching every time you bottom out in her throat.”

seungmin’s fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head in shallow thrusts that matched chan’s pace.

“angel likes being used,” he murmured, almost tenderly. “look at her eyes, rolling back already. bet she’d come just from this. from being our fucking hole, made to be used only by us.”

your body agreed before your brain could catch up.

your cunt spasmed hard around chan, clit throbbing untouched now, and a muffled, desperate scream vibrated around seungmin’s cock as another orgasm ripped through you, sharp, blinding, humiliating in how easily they pulled it from you.

seungmin groaned at the feeling, hips jerking forward once, twice, before he pulled out just enough to let you gasp for air.

“again,” he said, feeling himself reach his limit. “come again while we’re both inside you. show hyung how greedy this pussy really is.”

chan’s hand cracked down on your ass, sharp and stinging, and you screamed again, louder, voice hoarse and wrecked.

they didn’t stop.

they just kept going, fucking you between them, filling every hole, praising and degrading you in the same breath, until you were nothing but trembling, overstimulated sensation and their names on your lips.

chan broke first, a low, guttural groan tore out of him as he buried himself deep and came hard, flooding your cunt with his thick cum. when he finally pulled out, his cum immediately seeped out, hot, obscene, trickling down your thighs, mixing with everything already leaking from you. he fisted his penis as more hot liquid flooded out, marking your back.

the sudden gush, the slick warmth coating your insides and dripping onto your back, snapped the last thread in you. you came again, violently, clenching around nothing, a choked sob ripping free as your whole body seized.

seungmin followed suit, and he gripped your jaw tighter, tilting your head back. 

“open wider, angel, don’t you dare waste it.” he fucked your mouth in short, punishing thrusts until he spilled down your throat, thick and bitter and endless. you struggled to swallow around him, gulping desperately while he milked every last drop, hips stuttering, voice wrecked. “that’s it… drink it all like the good girl you pretend to be.”

when he finally eased out, strings of spit and cum still connected your lips to his tip. he wrapped long fingers around your throat, watching with dark, possessive eyes as you swallowed hard, throat working visibly. then he pressed two fingers against your tongue, dragging it out flat.

dazed, wrecked, stupidly proud, you stuck your tongue out further, showing him the mess you’d taken, lips swollen and glossy, a dazed little smile curling the corners even as tears streaked your cheeks.

seungmin’s thumb brushed your lower lip almost tenderly. “fuck… look at you,” his voice was soft now, completely different from when he was calling you a greedy slut. “ruined and still so pretty.”

chan’s hand slid up your spine, slow and grounding, as he leaned down to press a surprisingly gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. 

both men drew back for a moment, giving you room to sink bonelessly onto the sheets, chest heaving in the sudden, fragile quiet. 

“yeah, just like that princess,” chan whispered, “deep breaths.”

seungmin climbed on the bed, laying down facing you, and he folded out his arm, inviting you. 

you giggled as you settled against his hard chest, and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, caressing your hair and trailing soft kisses over your cheeks. “you’re okay, right? did we go too far?” his eyes searched yours, concerned. you shook your head earnestly, caressing his cheek. 

“you did so good, princess,” chan whispered, hands massaging your ass, softening the red marks he had left. “so perfect for us.”

chan then reached for the washcloth seungmin had left on the nightstand and began cleaning you with careful, gentle strokes. the damp fabric glided over the sticky mess on your inner thighs, between your folds, wiping away the evidence of how thoroughly they’d used you. his touch was soft, almost worshipful, thumb occasionally brushing soothing circles over the sensitive skin as you hummed in satisfaction. 

after a moment, chan settled beside you on the bed, his larger frame curving protectively around your back while seungmin stayed pressed to your front, caging you gently between their warmth. chan’s hand found your arm, stroking slow and firm from shoulder to wrist, grounding you as your pulse still hammered beneath your skin.

you bit your lip hard enough to taste the faint copper of it. slowly, you eased out of seungmin’s loose embrace just enough to lift your head and meet both their eyes; first chan’s steady gaze, then seungmin’s softer, searching one. the question clawed its way up your throat, small and scared.

“are you guys… sure you’re okay with this?” your voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling on the edges. “that i might want you both just as much?”

you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until their low, shared chuckle rumbled through you. 

“we want you, and want to take care of you princess,” chan said simply, no hesitation, a wave of understanding passing between him and seungmin. “both of us. and we’re not gonna make you choose. ever.”

seungmin hummed in agreement, nuzzling into your hair.

“your needs come first,” he added softly. “always. and if you want both of us, then that’s what you’ll get. no jealousy. no games. just us taking care of you.”

chan leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, gentle this time, full of everything unspoken. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, steady.

“we’re not going anywhere,” he promised. “you’re ours, and we’re yours. however you want us.”

and since then, the noises continued, only now you had zero complaints.

peach notes: lowk regretting the fact that kim seungmin was not inside her, but i felt too tired to write more lol. also, can you tell that i'm a fucking whore for the both of them? 😮‍💨 no lube no protection and allat. sorry if chan's part felt too rushed, lowkenuinely entered flow-state writing min's parts. (#need that) ( pls don't ask me abt if min went to freakin antartica to melt a glacier to get her the water lol, nothing about this is logical anyway, honestly i just needed them to fuck by that point, i'm just a girl ┐(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)┌ ) and wdym there's more than a 100 (hundred!!?) of you here already!!1? thats insane, i could kiss u all. and i'm really overwhelmed by the love you've given me on my first post, truly thank you so much, i'm so grateful to each of you who reblogged and/or left a comment. pls feel free to drop by and send an ask to lmk your thoughts or literally anything, i would love to chat with you all <3 you'll see me next in march, unfortunately exam szn doesn't let me be horny 💔

Your life is perfect, something others would be down on their knees so bad for. Perfect and cozy little house, your favorite food and midnight cravings assembled in the fridge anytime you want, and most importantly your boyfriends who make all these for you.

Bang chan and seungmin.

They make sure you have everything you need and pamper you all the time. Sweet morning kisses, perfect dates, movie nights and night cuddles. They satisfy you in every little aspect and most importantly...sex.

And speaking of it, which you are now, a mess. It's a normal wednesday afternoon. Seungmin is out, shopping for grocery and Chan is in his room, working on something you probably don't understand even if he teaches you a hundred times. And right now? you are not in a good mood because you hormones decided to test you for the day.

You are currently curled up on the bed, wearing some shorts and a little cotton shirt, your phone long forgotten somewhere as you are busy whining to yourself. You don't know what had gotten into you or it's just your hormones but you're really soaked right now.

You could just ask Chan to fuck you and he would gladly,but you were craving for something more....gentle. You see, Chan can be gentle, but giving away how he is on his laptop day and night, he might get a little carried out.

Chan starts gentle, hands gripping your waist as he places sloppy kisses to your neck, jaw and your lips. His hand busy gripping your breasts—fingers rolling the hardened bud to make you arch off the bed, while his other hands works it's way down to cup your heat before slipping in two fingers —hard and thick. And when you moan and gasp about him fucking you so good? he loses it. And just like that, you find yourself like a jelly after he drags multiple orgasms out of you.

So you were rooting for seungmin since he is gentle almost everytime. (but can show you stars if you provoke him.) You stared at the ceiling, gears turning in your head and you quickly searched for you phone from the messy sheets and dialed for seungmin, waiting for him to pick it up.

It took few seconds before his voice reached your ears through the phone, he voice is quite rough but still sweet, the outdoor heat must have tired him. "Hey baby, you want something..?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at how considerate he is, always looking out for you. "When will you get home minnie? i miss you." Seungmin chuckled quietly, you could clearly make out the teasing smile on his face. "Few more minutes baby, i'll be right back." You replied with a quick okay and i love you before ending the call.

You just need to wait until he gets home, right? well...chan had other plans.

Chan who had been working on his laptop from the morning, his hair messy from how he is tugging it every now and then when the track sounded off, veins popping up in his neck due to the rising heat and his frustration reaching it's peak, he just need to cool down and somehow you crossed his mind.

He didn't barge in immediately, he stood there in the doorway, one hand on the door supporting himself, the other gripping his sweats slightly. He stared at you, watching out scroll through your phone mindlessly, unaware of his presence, of the thoughts he have in mind about you. and he is unaware of your plan.

"Chilling baby?" His voice cut through your racing thoughts and giggles, the sound"?—rough and deep. You sat up slowly, legs tangled in the sheets and chan almost lost his mind when the little cotton top did nothing to cover your skin.

He stepped into the room, slow and steady, like he isn't a second away from snapping and fucking you then and there until there is nothing left inside you to give him. His eyes locked onto yours, and you gulped a little, heat coiling in your lower belly at how hot he looked. "I..was just scrolling."

Chan nodded, he is now standing at the edge of your bed, hands tucked in his pockets. You could already feel how wet you are and that's not what you planned for. Weren't you craving for gentle sex? but with chan looking at you like that, nothing mattered to you now.

Chan slowly climbed on to your bed, the soft mattress dipping down due to his weight, his hand circled your ankle, warm and soft, while the other brushed your inner thigh, close. You gulped down a whimper, eyes flickering to his collarbone where his shirt slipped low before meeting his. "What happened channie?"

Chan looked right into your eyes, his expression is something a mix of need and weariness. "The work, it's frustrating babe and i couldn't focus." His grip on your ankle tightened, fingers digging into your skin. "I thought you can help me cool down, yeah? will you let me sunshine?" He suddenly yanked you toward him by your ankle, and a gasp knocked out of your lungs, the soft toys on your bed scattered and the sheets pooled beneath you. "Yeah? will you let me use you? fuck you right here until you scream my name like it's the only thing you remember?" Chan's hand slipped higher, he ran his fingers up your thighs, brushing against your waist before reaching to your jaw.

You almost nodded but the brat inside you decided to test his patience. "No..channie." You looked at him and almost regretted when chan's hands stilled on your body and then he looked up, slowly— eyes dark and jaw tight. "No..? and why is that, princess?"

You find yourself getting even bolder and somehow managed to move away from his grip and acted as if you don't need him despite your heat soaking your panties. "I'm not in mood..just go away channie."

Chan just stared at you, like he is thinking what he had done to upset you or you were just really not in mood. Either way he decided not to push you even if he frustrated. You were surprised when chan nodded and stood up from the bed, pecking your cheek before he walked out of your room.

You stared at the closed door, confused. Why didn't he push your further? You groaned, frustrated. Just then your phone vibrated, a text from seungmin. "I'll be there soon baby."

You screamed into the pillows, body heavy and sticky with need. You glanced at your phone and a thought crossed your mind. maybe..you can just fill yourself before seungmin satisfies the rest? you didn't think much before you quickly made yourself comfortable in the sheets and closed your eyes.

Your mind drifted back to the night last week when seungmin took care of you because chan was busy at the studio. Your hands drifted down slowly, brushing against your clothed breasts, to your stomach and down to your core.

Your mind replayed what had happened that day, "fuck— min. faster.." Seungmin chuckled, his fingers coated in your wetness, the sound obscene as he fucked them in you even faster, scissoring you open. "yeah? you look so fucking good like this, kitten." he cooed, curling his fingers in you. Your hand drifted down, pushing your shorts aside and ran your fingers over you clit once, and your whole body vibrated at how sensitive you are right now. You pushed your panties aside and licked your finger before pushing one in, slowly.

You let out a breathy moan, not loud but enough to echo in your room. "minnie..ah.." Seungmin gripped your hips, the touch gentle despite the pressure as his hips snapped into you even faster, your little ah ah ah's filled the room along with the sound of skin slapping. Your hands picked up their pace, you can feel your body turn even more sticky but the pressure isn't enough, "minnie..please.."

You tried to grind down on your fingers, pinching your pebbled buds, trying to find the friction that seungmin sets up that makes you see white, but all your attempts were pointless. You sighed and sat up, fingers drifting away from your wet pussy.

Just then, the sound of the main door opening caught your attention followed by seungmin's voice. You quickly adjusted you clothes and practically ran downstairs, almost slipping. Seungmin is setting down the groceries he brought when he felt you circle him in a bone crushing hug.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, "missed me this much sunshine? you're practically crushing me." You nodded, pressing your cheek into his neck deeper. Seungmin's smile deepened, the groceries now a leftover task before he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist and he walked upstairs, fingers rubbing your waist gently.

He kicked your door open and walked in before settling you down on your bed. He stood there for a moment, taking his time to admire you before he finally crawled on top of you, arms caging you between him and the bed.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, whimpers leaving your parted lips and seungmin caught on, his smile deepening. "Aww, is my baby needy? want me to take care of you?" He cooed, earning a frantic nod from you. He leaned down and with one final look, his lips crashed into yours.

You moaned into the kiss, vibrating with need, your fingers tangled in hair, tugging slightly, pulling him deeper. Seungmin smiled into the kiss before pulling away to press kisses to your jaw. His hands which were gripping your waist slipped in, pinching your waist which made you arch into him slightly before moving his hand higher. His lips found their way to your neck and he bit down, marking you up. "min..a..ah.." You moaned when his hand cupped your clothed breasts, kneading the flesh.

It didn't take much time before his other hand reached down to pull your shorts away. Seungmin stared down before looking back a you, "So needy,huh? like a fucking whore." You moaned even louder and he smirked, tapping your clit once before he pushed the fabric aside and pushed two fingers without a warning— deep.

He fucked your deeper, gentle yet pleasurable enough, the kind you were craving for. His mouth worked on your breasts, the other hand which isn't fucking you pushed your cotton top higher, and the cool air hit your erect buds. His tongue circled your nipple once, gently biting down, feeling your thighs jerk at the action.

The coil in stomach is seconds away from snapping before the sound of the door opening caught your attention and you took a glance toward the door from your blissful movement to catch— chan with a smirk on his face and before you could cum, seungmin pulled away from you, making you whine at the loss of touch and he just chuckled, fingers brushing your cheek."What's wrong, baby? I heard you turned down chan while i was at the store." Your eyes widened, you slowly sat up, your shirt rolling back down.

Fuck, chan got to him faster. but..how did he know?

Chan chuckled at your wide eyes state, finding your confusion adorable. He crossed the room in huge strides, now standing right beside seungmin. You felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal hit you at them staring down at you only in your shirt and panites. wrecked.

Chan titled his head, a teasing smile on his face. "Though i can't hear you fucking yourself kitten? you are bad at it." And oh god, you wanted to jump out the window. "Moaning minnie's name right after you denied me." Seungmin crossed his arms, watching chan climb onto the bed. He shot you an apologetic look when you pouted at him, but it didn't work. "You could have asked him to be gentle, angel. You were so mean denying him and then moaning my name so loud." Chan's hand gripped your thighs forcing them apart but he didn't touch you. "You hurt me angel.." He leaned down to whisper into your ear. "And am going to ruin you for it."

You knew you were dead once seungmin's soft smile left his face and chan whispered that in your ear. "Min— please. i..i didn't mean to, i wanted you. I'm..sorry chan, pleas—" Chan cut you off, silencing you by placing his finger on your lips. "Save that begging for later when i fuck you sunshine."

You hve no choice but to obey.

Chan moved, the sheets rustled due to his movements and seungmin joined you both. You gasped when chan yanked you further before pushing you back down on to the mattress, he looked up once to nod at seungmin like they are on a secret mission before his lips crashed into yours, hard and claiming. The kiss is deep, all teeth as he sucked on you bottom lip, biting down enough to draw a moan out of you.

Seungmin held your hands above your head, his smile deepened into something more darker, the side when he decides it's enough for softness. Chan started sucking your neck, biting down hard enough to leave bruises, and you moaned pathetically louder. Hid hands toyed with your waistband before peeling your panties away, leaving your bare.

“Fuck,” Seungmin breathed, his eyes devouring you. your pussy lips were puffy and glistening, a deep, flushed pink, already parted slightly, revealing the darker, slick flesh within. “Look at that. Seungmin fingered you so good huh? you made a mess, baby.” Chan growled into your ear, fingers circling your clit before pulling away.

Chan's hand slid down from your collarbone, over your sternum, between your breasts. He palmed one, his thumb circling your nipple with a cruel, teasing pressure. “You need a reminder,” he growled into your ear, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin. “A reminder that this cunt belongs to both of us. That when you try to choose, you lose. You get everything.”

Then Seungmin was on you. His mouth crashed onto yours, not gentle, but consuming. His softness long gone,his tongue plunged deep, tasting you, claiming you. It was wet and filthy, full of teeth and want.You moaned into it, your body going pliant. His hands came up to frame your face, his thumbs pressing into your jaw, the sounds of our kissing were obscene.

While Seungmin kissed you senseless, Chan’s big hand continued its exploration. He pushed two fingers into you, fucking you with a quick pace that has you a moaning mess in seungmin's mouth. “Oh god, she is clamping down on me,” chan growled in your ear while tears pricked your eyes at the amount of pleasure and over stimulation which left you shaking as you came harder, gushing around his fingers, thighs shaking at the force your orgasm rippled through you.

Before the last tremor even faded, chan removed his sweats and you have no idea when he had removed his shirt. His abs were on full display, tiny amount sweat shining on his forehead as his biceps flexed when he gripped your thighs. Seungmin followed suit, removing his clothes, his body perfect. His hands were the one you would die for, the veins popping up when he cooks, rubs your waist mindlessly during late move nights.

Chan removed his boxers and you almost lost you mind at the sight of his cock springing free, heavy, thick, already leaking at the tip while he fisted himself once, twice, eyes never leaving yours. "On all fours kitten." His demand was enough to make you crawl onto the mattress, the cool sheets a shock against your overheated skin. You felt exposed, your ass in the air, your dripping cunt on full display. Seungmin moved to the side, kneeling by the pillows, his eyes dark as he watched.

Chan’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. You felt the broad, hot head of his cock nudge against your soaked entrance. But he didn’t push in.

He teased.

He dragged the tip up through your drenched folds, smearing his pre-cum and your cum together. He traced the outline of your pussy lips, which were swollen and sensitive, throbbing from your recent orgasm. “Look at this fucking mess,” he grunted, slapping the head of his cock against your cunt. The impact jolted through you. “Your greedy little cunt is begging for it, but you said no. You fucking denied this cock.”

“Chan, please,” You sobbed, pushing your hips back, but he pulled away. “No. You don’t get to beg yet.” He went back to rubbing, the ridge of his crown catching on your clit each time he slid upward.

“Is this what you wanted?” he taunted, circling your clit with his cock. “or you wanted his gentle touch? His pretty fingers?” He pushed forward, just an inch, the very tip breaching you. A broken cry tore from your lips. It was too much, not enough. He pulled out. “You don’t get gentle. You get this—.” he angled himself and slammed forward.

There was nothing gentle about it. It was a brutal, full-bodied thrust that buried him to the hilt in one stroke. The air left your lungs in a whoosh. He was so big, stretching you wide, filling you completely.He didn’t wait. He set a punishing pace from the first moment, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The sound was obscene—a wet, rhythmic slaps as his hips met your ass, each thrust jolted you forward, your tits swinging heavily beneath you.

“You see?” Chan grunted, his voice strained with effort. “You see what you tried to say no to? This fucking cock owns you. It’s gonna make you see white, slut.”

The degradation was a fire in you blood. Seungmin leaned in from the side. He captured your mouth in a deep, slow kiss, a stark contrast to Chan’s violence from behind. “You take him so well, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his hand coming up to fondle your bouncing tit. He pinched your nipple, rolling it gently. “Look at you. So beautiful. So fucking perfect for us.”

You looked at him, trying to lure him in with your puppy eyes but seungmin just smiled. And you were sure about one thing, they won't stop until you either have nothing left in you or pass out completely. The contrast was dizzying. Chan’s filthy words and rough fucking, Seungmin’s sweet praise and tender touch. Your mind fractured.

Chan’s thrusts became more erratic, harder. He leaned over you, his chest plastered to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you impossibly tighter. His other hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back. “You gonna come angel? You gonna milk me dry?”

You could only nod, a choked sob escaping your mouth. The pressure was building again, a terrifying crest from the brutal stimulation. Seungmin slid his hand down between your legs, his thumb finding your clit. He rubbed tight, fast circles.

It tipped you over.

Your second orgasm was a silent, blinding explosion. Your cunt clamped down on Chan’s cock in a series of violent, fluttering spasms. You saw stars, your vision going pure, brilliant white as Chan had promised. Chan roared. His hips stuttered. You felt him twitch inside you, the base of his cock swelling. “Fuck!” he snarled, and with one final, grinding shove, he forced the swollen knot past your entrance.

It lodged deep inside, a sudden, shocking fullness that locked you together. His release was a hot and you could feel it filling you, marking you. Chan grunted and shifted slightly before he moved away from you, the movement making your cunt drip your mixed juices down your inner thigh. A weak, oversensitive moan escaped you.

You were a wrecked mess, breathing so loud, ragged, that your own voice echoed in your ears. You couldn't move, just stare off into the space and before you could gauge your surroundings, seungmin moved, pushing his hard cock in, slow and deep. You let out another loud moan, already oversensitive. He paused, giving you some to adjust, and he is still gentle with you. His hands brushed your hair, smiling as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Shh it's okay, you're okay, baby."

Chan's hand, which had been splayed on the mattress beside your head, slid around to grope your breast. His fingers were rough, possessive. He squeezed the soft, heavy weight, then found your nipple—still hard and sensitive from his earlier pinching—and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. A fresh bolt of sensation, a confusing mix of pain and electric pleasure, shot straight to your clit, which gave a pathetic, throbbing pulse.

“You like this pace, you slut?” Seungmin's degradation never felt like it when he says those too sweet, almost mocking. He picked up speed slightly, the slap of his hips meeting yours becoming a steady rhythm. . “You like how I’m fucking you so deep and slow? Making you feel every single inch?”

“Y-yes,” you choked out. “Good girl,” he praised, and the words were like a drug. “Such a good girl for taking my cock so well. Look how pretty you are, getting your tits played with while you get fucked.” Chan chuckled darkly, giving your right nipple a sharp, stinging pinch. “She’s not just taking it, she’s milking you. Her cunt’s sucking you right in. Look at that.”

Seungmin looked down between your bodies where you and him are connected and the way he closed his eyes and cursed? It was fucking hot. the pace began to fracture. Seungmin’s gentle control started to slip. His thrusts became harder, faster, less measured. The slaps grew louder, wetter, His breathing hitched, coming in ragged pants against your neck.

“I can’t… fuck, I can’t go slow,” he gasped, his voice losing its smoothness, turning raw. “You feel too fucking good. This cunt is too perfect.” He hooked his arms under your knees, pushing your legs back and up, spreading you even wider, folding you almost in half. Mating press. The angle changed, and his cock drove into a new, devastating depth. Your cry was sharp, fingers gripping the sheets tight.

“There?” he grunted, hammering into that same spot relentlessly. “Is that it, you dirty little angel? Does that make you see stars?” you could barely nod, your vision swimming. The combination was overwhelming—the deep, punishing penetration, the brutal attention on your nipples, the filthy, sweet praise coating the degradation.

“Come for me,” Seungmin rasped out, his voice cracking. “Come all over this cock. Show me how much you love being our shared little fucktoy.” Your orgasm ripped through you with no warning, a silent, seizing wave that locked your throat, you gasped loud for air, hands dropping down to your sides as you laid there, boneless. Seungmin followed right after, his own cum leaking out of you as he pulled out gently. He collapsed forward, catching his weight on his elbows, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. He turned his head, his lips finding yours in a slow, exhausted, deeply sensual kiss.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispered into the kiss, his voice wrecked. “You took everything we gave you. You’re so perfect.” Chan leaned in, his teeth grazing your earlobe, "fuck angel, you did so good, just a bit more yeah?" Your eyes shot open and before you could protest, his hand slid down your stomach, through the sticky mess on your mound, and his fingers found your clit, swollen and hypersensitive. He gave it a rough, circling rub.

You jerked violently, a wounded sound escaping your throat. Too much! Seungmin held you tighter, his arms wrapping around you, keeping you still. “Shhh,” he soothed again, chan sat up, hugging you from the back, his gently kissed your back and rubbed your back. "Sorry, yeah? i couldn't hold myself. I'm sorry angel."

Just like they, they both moved, Chan went to the washroom to get cleaned up, he wore fresh pair of sweats and walked back towards yo and seungmin with a wet cloth. While chan took care of you, seungmin gently moved away from you to get cleaned as well. Chan cradled you in his arms, his fingers brushed your hair back and he kissed your forehead. "Just a minute baby, i should clean you."

He wiped up your body, your neck, breasts and inner thighs, when he reached your pussy, his hand pulled into him even more, and when he gently wiped away the mess they created, you whimpered silghtly making chan hug you even tighter. "Sorry my love, i went a bit too hard? Gosh, I'm so sorry." Chan apologized over and over again and you felt bad as much as he did, when seungmin came back into the room, he cuddled up with you while chan spooned you from behind. "It's okay channie." You smiled, kissing their cheeks.

The room stayed quiet for a while until you shifted, a airy laugh erupted from you. "I was craving for more sweeter one but got this instead. And enjoyed every fucking second of it." Seungmin and chan chuckled, cuddling you closer.

"I love you sunshine." You could hear them both say that in unison before you felt the day's exhaustion take over you. And just like that, you three drifted off into dreamland, cuddled together.

💌 yuuu's notes- okay, tbh i felt like the fucking part is kind of rushed and even the ending too, i just didn't get any ideas how to end the freaking story. (╥﹏╥), am really sorry for that. and don't ask why chan is that mean in this. and honestly i even felt the parts are mixed up like, they don't make sense when i read it. i hope you guys don't question why i implied seungmin to be soft cuz MY FRIEND DID. anyway i hope you guys enjoyed this even if few parts sounded cringe. also i wrote half of it (smut part) while waiting for my lecture to start.

“I would kill to see him like that. He was nothing like that with me; he was all in charge, and it was hot.” Jisung’s voice was filled with disbelief but also excitement. 

Changbin smirked. “What can I say? I know how to make him bark. I’m guessing Bug was the same?” He asked curiously.

Jisung nodded. “Those two as a tag team are something different entirely. But Minho-Hyung told me that she can be a real brat. Apparently, she gives me a run for my money when she’s subbing.”

Changbin gasped. “No fucking way, lucky Minho.” He shook his head before spotting Chan and smiling at him. “Hey, you’re back.” 

Chan looked between the two. “Wha-” He closed his eyes and shook his head before looking at the duo in utter confusion. “What on earth are you two yapping about?” 

“Seungmin and Darling.” The duo said in unison. 

Chan blinked. He was so confused. “Why? What is going on?” He asked curiously. He remembered just the weekend before, that Jeongin and Felix had been giggling in Jeongin’s room about you and Seungmin, too.

Changbin looked at his Hyung and frowned. “You really don’t know? Haven’t they invited you into the bedroom yet?” He asked in confusion. 

Chan shook his head as he put the bag of food on the table. “No. They invited you?”

Jisung nodded. “We’ve both had fun with them. So had Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin. And Felix..well, dude is lucky enough to be living with them, so he's in there at least twice a week from what I hear. Plus, they have that whole casual dominance thing going on with him in their day-to-day lives, too.”

Chan sat in his seat and frowned. “So the entire group has been with them, except for me?” He asked in confusion. A part of him felt hurt. Did you both not find him attractive or something?

Changbin and Jisung shared a look before they began unpacking the food. “I’m sure they’ll ask you eventually.” Jisung was trying to be reassuring. 

Chan clicked his tongue. No, he wasn’t going to wait. He needed answers. 

A knock on your door pulled your attention from the tv. You, Seungmin and Felix had been watching 101 Dalmatians. Felix was sitting on your lap; he had refused to move. Something about how you needed to accept his love and cuddles. Big ick. Though he and Seungmin had both seen you fight, your smile. 

Seungmin stood up and walked to the front door, opening it. “Channie-hyung.” He spoke in surprise, not expecting to see the leader here.

Chan walked into the dorm and walked deeper inside, towards the livingroom. “Why haven’t you two asked me to fuck you yet?” He asked. 

You raised an eyebrow at the older man before looking at Felix. “Bambi, why don’t you go see what Innie’s up to?” You suggested.

The blonde groaned. “Aw, come on! I was enjoying the movie.” He said with a whine. 

Seungmin closed the front door and walked into the living room. “Lix, go find Innie.” He spoke clearly and with authority.

Felix pouted as he got off your lap. “I never got what I fucking want.” He muttered. Well, that might just be the biggest lie he had ever told.

You glared at the blonde. “Oi! I am not above throwing you over my lap.” 

Felix raised his hands in surrender and waved to the three of you. “I’ll see you later.” He made sure he had what he needed before he left the dorm to head to Chan and Jeongin’s dorm to hang out with the Maknae. 

Chan sighed once Felix left. “Look, I know this is your personal and private business. But do you two not find me attractive? Is that what it is? I know you both enjoy being manhandled by me, so it’s not that. Is it that you don’t trust me with the bedroom activities? Because I want you both to know you can trust me with anything. I want to be someone this whole group can come to, no matter the topic.” Oh, now he was just letting his worries take over.

You and Seungmin shared a look. You looked at Chan and let out a huff. “Are you done whining?” You asked him.

Chan blinked at you but nodded his head. 

“First of all, we do trust you. We trust you with our lives.” You explained to the man, making sure your tone was serious. 

Seungmin came to stand beside you as you stood up from the couch. “And we do find you attractive. You’re one of the most attractive people we know.” He said as he placed a hand on your lower back.

You nodded in agreement. “Felix is involved because he lives here, and the three of us have an agreement. Jeongin came to us as did Jisng and Hyunjin.” 

Seungmin pulled you a little closer to his side. “We asked Minho and Changbin because of personal fantasies that one of us had.” He explained. 

You let out a small huff. “We were going to ask you. We wanted to wait for your schedule to clear up a bit and not be so hectic.” 

Seungmind nodded at your words as he deadpanned at Chan. “But you keep piling on more work. So we haven’t had a chance to approach you yet about it. This is something we take seriously.” 

Chan was stunned. You both did want him; you did want him in the bedroom. You were going to ask. Damn his need to always be busy. “So, if I clear my schedule… would you both be down to... do whatever you wanted to do?” 

The two of you nodded in sync. “Obviously.” You both spoke. Your voice was pointed, whereas Seungmin’s voice was softer. 

Chan nodded his head. He had one goal in mind. Clear his schedule. 

Chan did it. He got the weekend cleared up. No meetings, no music making, no interviews or photoshoots or anything else. His weekend was clear, and he knew yours and Seungmin’s was as well. He knew you had gotten home yesterday from a photoshoot for your ambassadorship with Dolce and Gabbana.

He knew Seungmin had met Changbin this morning for breakfast, but other than that, you were both planning to stay home and just chill. He also knew that Felix was going to be busy with Minho and Hyunjin. So that left him the opportunity to get you both alone. 

He heard you groan in annoyance when he knocked on your dorm door. You were the one to answer the door. “If this is about Seungmin recording his lines, I already told Changbin I’d keep him away from the studio, okay?”

Chan raised an eyebrow at you. “Nice to see you too, Darling.” He smiled brightly, and he chuckled as you let out a growl. Though you stepped to the side to let him inside. 

Chan walked inside and took off his shoes. He walked deeper inside to see Seungmin leaning against his and your bedroom doorframe. “I cleared my schedule. I have the whole weekend off.” He told you both, making his point clear.

You let out a snort. “Wow, look at that. Mr Workaholic finally cleared his schedule just to bone two of his youngest members. I’m flattered. You should be proud of yourself, Channie-Oppa. Who knew all we needed for you to take a break was to offer ourselves up on a silver platter?”

Chan pushed his tongue against his cheek. You were such a brat. “You'd better watch that mouth.”

You smirked at the man, clearly enjoying the reaction he was giving you.

Seungmin nodded lightly. “So you’re really wanting to do this with us?” He asked curiously. 

Chan nodded his head at you both. “Yes. We should talk about this first. If you both want to do this, then let’s talk. If not, no hard feelings and I will leave.”

You walked over to Chan and placed a hand on his bicep. “We want this. We really do. We use the traffic light system. Minnie and I are both switches, so we can be whatever you want us to be.” You explained. 

Chan looked you over for a moment. “Have you both ever been dominated at the same time?” He asked curiously.

You and Seungmin shared a look before Seungmin stepped forward. “No. We’ve dominated together. We’ve also switched a couple times in the same night. But we haven't submitted to someone together before. Even with Innie, one of us was always in charge, even when he was. He hasn’t worked up the courage to dominate us both at the same time yet.”

You closed your eyes and nodded. “Hmm, true. But I'm sure we’d be no trouble for you, Channie-Oppa.” You spoke, looking at the man as you squeezed his bicep lightly, maintaining eye contact. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your throat as Seungmin came to stand behind you, his hands on your hips. 

Chan looked between you both and licked his bottom lip. Oh, he was going to wreck you both. You really didn’t know what you were getting into. 

Chan gently laid Seungmin in the bed beside you. You had both been cleaned up, and Chan had been kind enough to even change the bedsheets. You couldn’t feel your legs. Seungmin was shaky at best. 

You let out a shaky breath and looked up at Chan, watching him for a moment. You patted the space between you and Seungmin. “Lay with us?” You asked hopefully. 

Seungmin nodded inagreement. “We should nap. Don’t you feel tired?” The male asked curiously.

Chan chuckled at you both, but he got onto the bed and lay between you both. He blushed as he felt you both immediately curl into his arm, your hands connected, laying on his stomach. Chan wrapped an arm around you both. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting on Seungmin’s back.

Seungmin pulled the duvet over the three of you, wanting everyone to stay warm. 

“For an old man, you have excellent stamina.” You told the older male with a smirk on your lips. Seungmin laughed at your words. 

Chan lightly slapped your thigh. “Wanna say that again?” He asked you, his voice was challenging. 

You shook your head and curled into him, squeezing Seungmin’s hand. 

The room was quiet in a comfortable way. That made the three of you know that you all felt safe and happy. You were the first to fall asleep. 

Seungmin let out a yawn. “Thanks for clearing your schedule.” He muttered as he closed his eyes. 

Chan felt his heart warm as Seungmin laid his head on his chest. His fingers came up to play with Seungmin’s hair. “Anytime, Minnie. Thank you for trusting me.”

“We always trust you.” Seungmin spoke before drifting off to sleep. 

Chan smiled as he closed his eyes, ready to get some sleep. He was glad you both trusted him. He was glad you both had felt comfortable enough to give him all the control. Maybe he could return the favour one day. 

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