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“you know what you did,” are the first words spoken to you since you walked into the apartment that you shared with your two boyfriends. the words come from seungmin’s mouth, but the anger is written clearly into the lines of minho’s face. they’re mad.
it took five times of you asking what’s going on? before they caved and told you, wanting to keep you on your toes for as long as possible.
apparently, talking to your male coworker outside of work was a no-no, and you had just arrived from a work outing smelling like the one cocktail you had hours ago.
it’s a game that the three of you play - you know you didn’t actually do anything wrong, and they’re not genuinely angry. they would never try to control you like that, and you wouldn’t stand for being told who you can and can’t be friends with. you would never cheat on them and they knew that. it just sends a thrill of exhilaration down your spine to think about them being so possessive that they don’t allow you to even talk to other men, that they could control your every move and decision and that you would let them.
you’re sitting on the couch between them, and you waste no time leaning over seungmin’s lap to drag him into a kiss. you whine when his lips stay solid and closed under yours, even when you peek your tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip.
“c’mon, you know i only have eyes for you two,” you try, rubbing at his shoulders. minho drags you up with strong hands at your waist, and you feel weightless for a moment before he pins you to his body.
“you take what we give you,” he says into your ear, his voice deep and biting as he mouths at your neck. your breathe leaves you in one whoosh and you fall limp into his arms.
seungmin stands next, leaning in close to you and sliding a hand through your hair. good girl, he doesn’t say, the only bit of praise you’re going to get for a while. he takes your hand, releasing you from minho’s arms as he leads you to your shared bedroom, the clean california king welcoming you when you step through the door.
you’re dragged to the bed and unceremoniously thrown onto it, seungmin’s hands already removing your clothes as minho follows behind and digs through the drawer you keep your sex toys in. he hasn’t said what he’s doing, and the anticipation makes you shiver. maybe he’s going for the handcuffs? you certainly hope so.
“dumb baby just wants a cock to fuck, doesn’t she?” minho answers the question you didn’t ask when he presents a ribbed glass dildo to seungmin. “doesn’t even care whose it is, hmm?"
“clearly she doesn’t deserve ours,” seungmin hums in response, finally freeing you of your panties, dropping them into the pile of clothes he’s created on the floor. you hope he knows that he’ll be cleaning that up, later. he spreads your legs apart, fingers digging into your thighs even though you’re pliant under them.
“this is our property.” he almost snarls, and you jolt when minho’s cold fingers pry your folds open, rubbing at the slick there. “no one else is allowed to touch this.”
“it’s so wet,” minho bites, condescending and mean, making you shiver under his touch. “is this what happens when you’re spreading your legs for everyone? can’t stop yourself, can you?”
you’re manhandled onto your knees next, everything moving so quickly that you don’t know which hands are seungmin’s and which are minho’s. you shake your head, their words hitting your muddled mind late, swirling like a hurricane and leaving you overwhelmed in the best way.
minho’s hard behind you as he positions himself against your back, his bulge digging into you while he lines the dildo up at your entrance. he pushes it in fully, in one single swoop; its thinner than either of them, there’s no stretch or burn from how wet you are, but the fullness punches a breath out of you. he wraps an arm around you when you double over, keeping you in place as he starts up a quick pace with his wrist.
seungmin presses himself up in front of you like a soldier taking position, his clothed cock pushing against your stomach as he gives you the kiss that he denied you earlier. his hands come up to your breasts, squeezing them between his long fingers; you know its for his own pleasure and not yours when he avoids your sensitive nipples completely. you have no room to move, no space to meet minho’s hands with your hips or rut into seungmin’s bulge.
you’re fully sandwiched between them, but neither of their cocks are in you and its unfair.
“please, min” you stutter out, helplessly riding minho’s hand as much as you can. it does nothing to increase the stimulation, and you want to cry with how desperate you are for anything right now. you don’t even know who’s name you’re calling out, the syllables spilling from your lips nonsensically.
“hmm, i don’t know,” minho says, putting his chin on your shoulder, resting it there in a way that would be irritating if you weren’t so fucking turned on that every touch to your skin makes your nerves sing. “what do you think, seung? does she deserve to come?”
“she seems to think that just anyone off the street can give it to her as good as we can.” seungmin says in lieu of an answer, trailing one hand down to rub at your clit anyways. “doesn’t look like she knows who she belongs to.”
“no,” your voice cracks, tears escaping out of the corners of your eyes as minho continues plunging the toy into you, just enough to please but not enough to make you come yet. you feel the heat building anyways, your stomach tightening in anticipation. “i’m yours, yours, please.”
“say it again,” seungmin growls, rubbing harder. “tell us who you belong to.”
“you, only you!” you cry out as you come, letting out a choked sob as you collapse against seungmin’s shoulder. minho fucks you through it and you shudder against seungmin as you ride it out, sighing when he relents and removes the toy from your pussy. he holds it up to your mouth, but before you can seungmin is taking it between his lips, sucking your juices off of it and moaning around the glass. your eyelids flutter as you take it in, hyper focused to keep it in your memory for as long as possible. minho blinks at him in shock when they meet eyes, mouth open as he takes in the image with as much reverie as you are.
you’re transfixed for so long that you don’t take in minho unzipping his jeans and lining up behind you, but you do feel it when he fucks straight into you, driving you further into seungmin as your body adjusted to being impaled again.
“going to take both of us,” minho breathes out, not moving, letting you warm his cock as seungmin deposits the dildo onto the bed and takes his own cock out, already hard and leaking. “going to fill this pussy ‘til there’s no room left, take what’s ours.”
you nod frantically, the thought of both of them inside of you at the same time sending your head into the clouds. you’ve only done this a few times, they prefer to watch the other fucking you like a personal show, but every time you have it’s ended with you seeing stars.
seungmin fucks into your thighs a few times, the wetness between your legs gathering on his cock. you clench down around minho when his head catches on your clit, still sensitive from your orgasm, and the older moans into the back of your neck and fucks up into you like he can’t help it. when seungmin pushes the tip of his cock up against minho’s you can’t help but tense at the thought of the stretch.
“shh, baby, relax,” seungmin croons, breaking his character for a second when he feels how tight you are. “we’re going to take good care of you. we always do, don’t we?”
and he’s right. they’ve never done anything you didn’t want to, always left you the option to say no, always put your pleasure above their own. made sure that you’re comfortable and happy and sated before focusing on each other, like you’re their entire world. his words make your body lax, knees going weak as you lean backwards into minho’s strong arms and let seungmin finally push up next to minho. you close your eyes at the feeling, a little overwhelmed but not in pain, and you shudder as minho reaches around you to rub at your stomach in comforting circles. you feel so full, completely claimed by these two men, at their mercy with no other option but to let them use you.
“such a good girl, hmm?” minho says, sweeter than sugar as he starts up a slow rhythm, letting you adjust to both of them being inside of you. seungmin follows, pulling out as minho pushes in, taking turns fucking into you like a well oiled machine.
“so good,” seungmin pants, hiding his face into your neck as he bucks up, hitting your walls perfectly, making your legs shake under you. every thrust sends sparks shooting down up your spine, like he’s playing an instrument with practiced precision. “such a perfect fucking pussy.”
“gonna come,” you warn, grabbing onto minho’s hand and lacing your fingers together. seungmin’s fingers grip at your waist, pushing you down onto them harshly.
“come, baby,” minho reaches around you to rub at your clit and seungmin sinks his teeth into your neck as they continue fucking into you. “come and show us how perfectly we fill your pussy, how we can do it better than anyone.”
you come right on their cocks, choking at the feeling of pulsing around two cocks, and you feel your vision black out for a second as your eyes roll to the back of your head. if they weren’t so close you surely would have collapsed; your limbs feel like jelly, like the strings holding you together have been cut clean.
you’re pushed back down onto the bed until you’re laying down, staring at the ceiling with dizzying blinks. they frame either side of you, flanking you like angel wings as they fist their cocks, leaning over your chest. their hair is sweaty and matted to their foreheads as they breathe heavily; they’ve never looked prettier.
“going to cum all over you, okay?” minho strings out, panting like he’s been running for hours. his voice is softer than it’s been this entire time, the thought of coating you in his release washing over him fondly.
“cover you up, show you who you belong to,” seungmin follows before leaning over to catch minho’s lips between his own. you can see their tongues swirling around each other’s, and heat pools between your legs again as you watch them. they moan into each other as they come, strings of white painting your chest and tits in quick strokes.
they release each other when they’re done, leaning into the other’s neck for a minute as they catch their breath. when they separate they’re both staring at you, eyes hungry despite having just come all over you.
“so beautiful like this,” seungmin murmurs, one hand on minho’s back while the other rubs their mixed cum into your skin. minho reaches to run his hand through your hair, scritching at your scalp with blunt nails. you melt further into the mattress, completely fucked out.
“our pretty painting.” minho agrees.