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The maknae of their trio had been pushing it lately, to say the least. The past week had been incredibly stressful for all of them. Deadlines, pushy collaborators, and criticism from unwanted parties had them all feeling the pressure that comes with their line of work.
Thankfully, that had all passed, and they were free to work on their next projects in relative peace. There was just one minor issue… Jisung. He had a serious attitude and had been repeatedly arriving late to their schedules. They could tolerate a lot and let a few instances of brattiness slide, but it was starting to get a bit ridiculous.
“I just don’t understand why I have to be here,” Jisung whined, flopping himself onto the studio sofa dramatically. “I already sent you both my ideas. It isn't my fault if you both work stupidly slow. I want to go home.”
Chan and Changbin shared a knowing look with one another. A few years ago, the three of them had realized how much they all benefited from relationships that included BDSM dynamics. Especially Jisung. It had been natural for the three of them to fall into their roles, the rules and expectations, along with the mutual trust they all shared, made them the perfect candidates. The scenes where they explored more carnal things and kink were just a bonus, and fantastic stress relief. They did their best to keep the more “not safe for work” things contained to their dorm, though.
However, punishments and grounding measures were carried out anywhere and often found necessary in the studio. It seemed like they may have been fast approaching one of those moments now. The thing was, though, Chan and Changbin knew Jisung extremely well. Possibly even better than he knew himself. His behavior was a form of communication, and while at first Chan had been a bit annoyed, he now knew what Jisung was indirectly begging for.
Jisung’s brain had a tendency to get too loud at times. He was his own worst critic, and his brain wasn’t always a safe place for him to navigate on his own. He was acting badly because he felt bad. He wanted Chan and Changbin to confirm to him what he thought he already knew: That he was bad and he deserved to feel bad. That he deserved to be punished.
Chan knew better. “Sungie, could you come here, please?” His voice was gentle, but the tone was one that both Changbin and Jisung recognized as a command. Changbin took off his headphones and set them down, tuning into the situation. They all knew that Chan could easily go to him, hold him in place and make him submit. That wasn’t what this was about, though. It was an opportunity to obey, to give Jisung the chance to make the choice on his own.
Jisung didn’t move from where he was sprawled on the couch, just curled up defensively. He shook his head no, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling dismissively. It also communicated to Chan just how deep the tendrils of doubt and self-deprecation had spread. When he was in a good headspace, Jisung loved to submit and be their perfect boy. When he fought them, it was always an indicator that he needed some help.
“Jisung, I’ll only ask one more time. Would you please come here? Hyung just wants to talk to you,” Chan asked, more stern this time. Changbin and Chan were both technically switches, as they both benefited from the opportunity to turn their brain off and relinquish control at times. However, in most cases, they were naturally more dominant, wanting to feel needed and to care for someone.
When they were met with silence from Jisung, Chan locked eyes with Changbin and nodded, a silent message. The younger stood and made his way over to Jisung. The phone was plucked right out of the youngest’s hands, and he was hoisted into Changbin’s strong arms. Jisung fought, of course he did, but he was no match for Changbin or Chan when it came to strength.
Changbin plopped Jisung into Chan’s lap, who was quick to restrain him, holding his hands against his thighs. Changbin maneuvered himself back into his chair, scooting closer to be able to wrap his arms around Jisung from behind. As much as he squirmed, he was effectively trapped as the filling of a muscle sandwich.
“Hyungs!” He whined. “C’mon let me gooo!” Jisung fought against them for a good while, squirming and flailing and saying hateful words he didn’t mean. They both ignored him and continued to hold him tight, allowing the pressure to slowly ground him. It wasn’t long before Jisung quieted, his body melting into their embrace. A small sniffle was their indicator that Jisung was finally ready to let them help.
Changbin rubbed soothing circles against his skin while Chan thumbed his fresh tears away. “What's wrong, baby boy? Is your pretty little brain being too loud?”
Jisung nodded, the tears flowing more freely now. It broke Chan’s heart. He and Changbin both had always had a soft spot for Jisung.
“I think your hyungs can help you feel better. Will you let us help?” Chan asked softly. When he received another nod, he leaned in and rewarded Jisung with a sweet kiss. “Thank you for letting us help you, baby. I know it’s hard to let people help sometimes.”
With that, Chan began peppering Jisung’s plump cheeks with kisses relentlessly. Changbin joined in too, kissing his hair, neck, shoulder, and wherever he could reach. Jisung loved kisses of all forms. In truth, he just loved affection and attention. They could give that to him in spades.
Once they had kissed his tears away, the next level started. They each started to tickle Jisung, eliciting squeals and giggles from him. They didn’t relent until he was breathless, limp in their arms, and so cute that Chan had to resist the urge to bite him.
“Binnie hyung is going to give you a maintenance spanking now, okay? Not because you have been bad, just to help you reset. Understand?” Chan asked.
Jisung nodded, but Chan needed to hear the words. “Can you tell me why you are getting a spanking, baby boy?”
“To help me reset, not because I’m bad,” Jisung repeated. Their perfect boy was starting to return to them. Chan kissed him once more before handing him over to Changbin, who did the same, kissing him again and again on his pouty lips. He didn’t stop until Jisung was giggling again. “Hyung, you’re slobbering all over me!”
“Mm, you like it,” Changbin teased fondly. “Ready for your maintenance, baby?”
Jisung nodded, standing and helping Changbin maneuver him over his lap, ass up.
“There’s our good boy. Now, I’m going to spank you just five times. For each hit I want you to tell me that you are good and that you are loved. Can our sweet baby do that for me?” Changbin asked, stroking over Jisung’s back soothingly.
“I can do it. M’ready,” Jisung responded, reaching his hands out for Chan to hold. He held them immediately, of course. Changbin pulled Jisung’s pants and boxers down over his ass, smoothing his hand over the bare skin.
The first hit was hard and sudden, Jisung tensing up immediately before he remembered what was asked of him. “I’m good, and I’m loved.”
“Very good, baby. You are so good, and you are so loved,” Changbin affirmed. He waited a few moments before delivering the next spank. Jisung repeated his new mantra, squeezing Chan’s hands tightly.
This time Chan affirmed him. “You are my good boy, Jisungie. Hyung loves you so much.”
The next three hits repeated the same cycle. Jisung was good. Jisung was loved. Jisung was good for his hyungs and loved by his hyungs. It wasn’t as long of a spanking as they would usually do, but the spanking wasn’t the point. It was the message.
Chan’s heart warmed as Changbin pulled the younger’s pants and boxers back up and scooped Jisung up into his arms to kiss him and shower him with praise. He loved them both so much it hurt sometimes. He stood to his feet, lowering the lights and turning on some soothing music.
When he returned to his seat, Jisung looked boneless in Changbin’s strong arms, nestled snugly against his chest. He really was their baby, their youngest, and their precious boy. Chan ran his hands through Jisung’s soft hair, scratching his scalp soothingly. “Do you want to warm hyung while we finish this project, baby? You don’t have to but you can if you want.”
Jisung blinked sleepily at him, nodding and making grabby hands up at him. All Chan could do was chuckle fondly, lifting him into his arms and depositing him onto the pillow they kept under his desk for this very occasion.
Chan lowered his sweats just enough to free his cock. He tangled his fingers softly into Jisung’s hair to coax him into laying his head on his plush inner thigh. Jisung blinked up at him sweetly, opening his mouth in silent invitation. Chan didn’t keep him waiting. He fed his soft cock into the youngest’s mouth, his pretty lips closing around his girth and suckling softly.
Jisung sighed contentedly, his eyes slipping closed. Chan loved him. He moved his hand to rest gently against Jisung’s neck, applying just the slightest amount of pressure.
Soon, Changbin’s hand found itself in Jisung’s hair, scratching at his scalp soothingly. They spent hours this way, well into the evening, as they finished up their work. Jisung floated in and out of his subby headspace, the two taking turns helping him stretch, giving him food and water, and taking him to the restroom.
Now, it was time for him to come back to them enough to go home, though. They each nuzzled him, kissing his cheeks and cooing at him until he finally seemed to be clear-headed enough to make it to the car, at least.
Even though he was capable of walking, Changbin folded easily when Jisung asked him to carry him. They were both weak to his round, pleading eyes.
When they returned home, each of the members took turns cooing at him and telling Jisung how good, loved, and special he was. Chan couldn’t love his found family more than he did in this moment.
He helped Jisung clean up, lotioned him, and dressed him in his favorite pajamas. Then, they tucked him into bed, one of them on each side and snuggled him to sleep. Even if the intent was to care for Jisung, Chan felt something inside of him healing as well. They needed this. When he reached over Jisung to place his hand in Changbin’s, and the younger laced their fingers together, Chan’s thoughts were confirmed. They all needed this.
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When Chan woke up the next morning, first, as usual, and still tangled in a mess of limbs and snuggly bodies, he felt refreshed in a way he hadn't for far too long. Changbin and Jisung both looked so soft and sweet as they slept, the youngest wrapped around Changbin like a boa constrictor, while Changbin laid facing them both.
Chan nestled himself against Jisung's back more snugly, gluing himself to the younger’s body and pressing his face into the crook of his neck. Jisung made a sleepy noise, snuggling back against Chan’s warm body instinctively.
His plush little ass pressed against Chan’s morning wood, needy as ever, even in sleep. Chan smiled against his neck, his fondness for the younger overtaking him. Jisung was such a perfect sub for him and Changbin, and their lives had improved so much simply by entrusting themselves to one another.
Chan nestled his clothed erection perfectly between Jisung’s ass cheeks before rutting forward gently. He wanted to fuck Jisung so badly, to reward the younger for allowing them to help him yesterday. And why shouldn't he? Their boundaries were clearly established and the three had even talked about engaging in something like this. What better time than the present, when Jisung laid between them, pliant and warm.
A small, sleepy whine came from the younger on Chan’s next thrust. The feeling of Jisung’s ass through his thin sleep shorts was addictive, and the older quickly set a rhythm, working his cock to full hardness.
He placed a sweet, soft kiss to the nape of Jisung’s neck before rolling over to fumble with their bedside drawer. He rifled blindly through the drawer until his hand enclosed around their bottle of lube.
The sound of the cap opening in the quiet room seemed much louder than it was. His eyes flicked to Jisung and Changbin quickly to ensure they were still asleep. It wouldn't be an issue if they had awoken, but Chan wanted to allow them to sleep for a little longer.
Chan carefully hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of Jisung’s sleep pants and boxers. He pulled them down over the soft swell of the younger’s ass, pushing the fabric down until it was bunched around Jisung’s ankles.
He took a few moments to appreciate how beautiful Jisung was, his eyes roving over the sinful curve of his waist and the plump roundness of his ass. He indulged himself, pushing Jisung gently towards Changbin, giving him better access to the younger’s pretty body. He cupped one ass cheek in each hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh greedily.
His cock twitched in need at the sight, and Chan couldn't resist the urge to spread his cheeks apart. He cursed quietly under his breath, the sight of Jisung’s pretty, puckered hole was always just as good as the first time. He was so turned on thinking about fucking into the younger’s warm hole, body loose and pliant from sleep.
How would he respond when he woke to Chan's thick cock inside of him? Would he wake teary eyed and whiny, struggling to adjust to what was happening? Would his body respond instinctively, making Jisung wake up already hard and needy? Chan needed to find out as soon as possible. He wasted no time pouring lube onto his fingers, warming the fluid so as not to startle Jisung with the cold sensation.
He slicked up his cock, sliding it perfectly between the younger’s ass cheeks to press directly against his hole. It felt incredible. Chan moaned quietly, using all of his self-control to keep his voice under wraps.
Gripping the younger’s hips gently, he began rutting his cock, slow and sensual, enjoying the drag of sensitive flesh against flesh. The younger made a sound akin to a muffled moan, his hands wrapping tighter around Changbin.
Chan watched curiously as Changbin’s eyes fluttered beneath his eyelids before opening, blinking a few times to remove the sleep. It took him a few moments, but his face soon twisted into a smug look of understanding.
“Hyung decided to play with our Hannie while I was still sleeping?” Changbin whispered, grinning. “You should have woken me up, don't be so selfish Channie.”
The older huffed out a laugh, mirroring Changbin’s grin. “He's so sweet like this, pretty and pliant. You should play with him, too, Bin. Bet he'll like it even better if it's both of us.”
“His cute little cock is starting to get hard, hyung. I think I'll help him out. Bet he'd get even harder if you stopped messing around and fucked him already, by the way.” Chan watched as Changbin rucked Jisung’s shirt up to expose the younger’s dusty nipples. He could never get enough of the sight of jet black ink decorating pretty, honey skin.
“Hush,” Chan hissed, rolling his eyes fondly. He listened, though, moving his hips back to give himself access to the younger’s hole. He slicked up his fingers again, warming them before gently pressing one inside. He went slowly, wanting to prolong Jisung waking up for as long as he could.
The younger opened up easily for him, his tight rim stretching to accommodate one of Chan's fingers, then two, followed by the third soon after. He knew his cock was a lot to take, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the younger.
Soon, he used the excess lube on his cock, hissing as he twisted his wrist over the head a few times. It was finally time for him to indulge, and Chan was more than ready. He gripped his cock, positioning the head of his cock against the prepped rim. He pressed in slowly, freezing when a low whine sounded from Jisung’s lips. Both he and Changbin froze, waiting to see what would happen.
A few moments later, a small snore fell from his lips. It was almost comical how cute the younger was. The two older shared a quiet laugh before picking right back up where they left off. Chan watched for a few moments, enraptured, as Changbin swirled his tongue around one of Jisung’s perky bud. They were both so pretty and Chan felt so lucky. Blessed, just like the tattoo sprawling across Jisung’s skin said.
Chan hoped they knew how much he cherished them. He made a mental note to remind them over breakfast. Maybe he'd even cook their favorites today, as a special treat.
He gripped Jisung’s hips as he pressed his length further inside of the younger. It was agonizing, but felt amazing as inch by inch of his cock was swallowed up by Jisung’s tight heat
“Fuck, Sungie,” Chan breathed out, burying his face into the younger’s hair as he finally bottomed out. “So tight for me. Such a good boy for us.”
The last of his restraint slipped away as Changbin kissed up the younger’s neck, slotting their lips together. It was sloppy and messy as he kissed Jisung’s slack mouth, the wet noises sinful.
That was the final straw. He pulled back slowly before thrusting the entirety of his length back into Jisung, jostling him.
The younger gasped, the sound consumed by Changbin’s hungry lips as he kissed him. Jisung’s hands traveled, one to Changbin and one behind him, resting on the back of Chan's neck. Chan kept up his pace, fucking into the younger at a slow, steady pace.
Next, sleepy eyes fluttered open, confusion painted across his features. Even so, Chan was delighted when he pushed his hips back to meet his thrusts. His Sungie was so amazing.
“So perfect for us, isn't he, Bin?” Chan groaned, nipping Jisung’s ear. “Letting us use him even while he was still asleep. Our baby is a needy little thing, always so needy for our attention.”
“He's absolutely perfect,” Changbin agreed, breaking their sloppy kiss to look into Jisung’s eyes. He used one hand to grip Jisung’s face as the other crept down to encircle the younger’s cock. “His little cock is needy, too. I think he likes being used like a pretty little doll, hyung.”
“Fuck,” Chan hissed out, the pleasure of fucking Jisung and being together, just the three of them, was so perfect. He picked up his pace, gripping Jisung's hips harder as he began fucking him in earnest.
“Hyungs! F-fuck,” Jisung cried out, writhing between their bodies as they pleasured him. Like this he had no choice but to take what they gave him. “C-channie! B-binnie! It's t-too much–ah!”
“Be a good boy and take it, baby,” Changbin commanded. He then captured Jisung's lips with his own once again. Chan drank up the sounds of Jisung’s muffled whines as he fucked them directly into Changbin’s mouth.
It was nearly impossible to discern where one of them began and the other ended, their bodies pressed together, breathing one another's air. Chan wanted everything they had to give and more. He loved them so much it ached.
Jisung trembled between them, his body overcome with pleasure at the hands of his hyungs. He whined louder with each roll of Chan's hips and every flick of Changbin’s wrist. He would cum soon, Chan could tell. Years of trust and experimentation together had taught them all the little quirks and tells they possessed.
It seemed that Changbin could also tell, which was no surprise to Chan. He watched as Changbin paused to pull his own pants and boxers down just enough for his flushed cock to spring free.
Immediately Jisung’s hands moved to search it out, only to be swatted away by Changbin. “Relax, baby. Let your hyungs take care of you, okay?”
“Hyung,” Jisung whined. “Binnie-hyung i wanna touch you, please?”
“Binnie said no,” Chan asserted, reaching out to capture each of Jisung wrists. He gently bent them behind Jisung's back, using one hand to hold them in place and the other to keep his grip on Jisung’s hip.
Jisung whined and squirmed, trying to get away, but Chan knew the younger actually loved it. Feeling small and powerless, being forced to submit. That was what really made Jisung tick.
“There's a good boy,” Changbin cooed, kissing Jisung’s pouty lips. Chan could feel himself getting close, the squirming only hurtling him closer to his end. The sex was amazing, and he knew they all needed the release. He just wanted the other two to cum first.
He whispered sweetly filthy words into Jisung’s ear just as Changbin wrapped his hand around both of their cocks. Like that, the three moved in perfect harmony, each of Chan's harsh thrusts pushing Jisung’s hips against Changbin, their cocks sliding together wetly, dripping with precum.
“G-gonna cum!” Jisung cried out, his body clenching tightly around Chan's cock just as he nailed the younger’s sweet spot. “Fuck–ah!”
Jisung cried out as he came hard, making a mess of the sheets and Changbin’s hand as he stroked the younger through it. Chan doubled down, the sight of Jisung finding his release finally sending him hurtling over the edge. He thrust once more into Jisung, cumming deep inside of him with a groan.
They weren't done yet, though. Chan released Jisung’s arms, leaning over him to reach Changbin’s still erect cock. Like this he was plastered to Jisung’s back, his cock still buried deep inside the younger. Chan kissed Jisung’s lips sweetly before turning his head to meet Changbin in a tender kiss.
Chan stroked him just the way he knew Changbin liked until the man came with a muffled groan. The three of them had found their release in one another countless times, but today felt special. Almost tender.
Chan collapsed back on the other side of Jisung, all three of them taking a moment to catch their breath. The three shared kisses and laughs as they came down from their highs, the moment so perfect Chan wished he could freeze time, just for a few moments longer.
However, their cum had begun drying and becoming gross on their skin, and they had more work to do in the studio today. Jisung whined pitifully when Chan slipped his soft cock out of his hole, standing to begin the task of ushering them all to the shower before breakfast.
“C'mon my loves, as fun as that was, we all got gross. Let's go take a quick shower, hm?”
Changbin groaned but complied, stripping himself completely naked before making his way to the bathroom muttering something about getting in before the “hot water hog” got up. Their baby liked to indulge in long showers, and Chan was very bad at denying him.
“Go on without me,” Jisung muttered, hiding under the blanket. “I was attacked by two beasts in my sleep and I need five more minutes to recover.”
Chan chuckled fondly at his antics, deciding to allow him a few more moments of rest while he shared the shower with Changbin.
Once the pair finished up, Chan tasked Changbin with getting Jisung up, showered, and dressed while Chan headed to the kitchen. He smiled to himself as he listened to the pair bicker, Changbin finally coaxing Jisung out of bed with the promise of an extra large iced americano.
He set to work preparing breakfast, making them each a protein smoothie alongside eggs and toast for Changbin and pancakes with extra syrup for Jisung. He fixed their plates and set them down just as Jisung and Changbin emerged from the bedroom.
Their eyes lit up as they surveyed the spread, each thanking Chan with a kiss before digging in. The oldest watched fondly as they ate, enjoying a simple moment that was made special, just because they were together.
Fondness and affection pooled inside of him until it overflowed, exiting his body in the form of words. “I love you both so much.”
Their twin smiles told Chan all that he needed to know. They loved him, too. They both said it back in kind, Jisung’s puffy cheeks full of food as he did so.
When they'd finished up breakfast and cleaned the dishes, they were just about to leave when Jisung halted them. He fidgeted nervously, his cheeks flushed red. “Um, thank you, hyungs. For taking care of me. And this morning. I really needed it.”
Chan glanced at Changbin, who was already looking at him with a knowing smile. In place of a response, the two pounced on Jisung, covering him with kisses and affection until he begged for mercy, screaming that they would be late.
And they were, but it didn't matter. They took on the day with fresh energy, completely refreshed and reset.