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01. the threesome series ; skz ; chan/reader/seungmin
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threesome series part 1/4. -
pairing: bang chan/reader/kim seungmin content info: sexual content. threesome. established relationship. bdsm. dom!chan, sub!reader, sadistic sub!seungmin lol. these three have an established dynamic that they are very familiar with, involves lots of teasing with reader as the "good" submissive and seungmin as the "brat" who coerces her into being "bad" with him. tone indicates this is all clearly playful. physically rougher elements, daddy/sir titles, baby girl pet name, punishment play, implact play, filming sexual acts, oral sex, face-slapping (not reader), bondage, shower sex, orgasm denial.
they all luv each other n they like to have fun lol ;)
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You wake to a kiss on your forehead and blink your sleepy eyes open to a smiling Chan. He is perched on the edge of the bed, already dressed for the day in his baseball cap and work-out clothes. The pale light around the curtain tells you it is still very early morning.
You stretch under the covers, groaning as you take him in.
“Why are you dressed?” Your voice is rough with sleep. “Come back to bed.”
You try to string your arms around his neck but he laughs and lowers them to the bed.
“Just meeting Changbin at the gym,” he says. “Then I gotta run to work for a sec—”
You slap your hands on the covers and pout.
“Work?” you ask miserably. “But it’s Saturday. You promised—”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry, baby,” he says. He holds your face in both his hands and swoops down to plant another kiss on your forehead. He follows it up with a kiss on each cheek, then he nuzzles your nose with a goofy little giggle. He is diabolical, knowing you are helpless to resist him being so silly. You smile back.
“Promise I’ll be fast,” he says. He strokes his thumb over your cheek. His dimples are deep with his smile, but his lifted eyebrow colours his gaze with suggestion. “You’ll be good for me today, yeah?” he asks. “Follow all my rules?”
He is still smiling, still speaking in a soft, pleasant voice, but you feel the shift in energy. It wakes the rest of you with a flush of warmth. You wet your lips and nod, looking at him with your most innocent, baby-girl eyes.
“Yes, sir, daddy,” you say, leaning your cheek into his hand. His thumb slips over your bottom lip and gives it a little touch. “I’m always good.”
“I know, baby,” he says. He smiles when you kiss the pad of his thumb, winks when he flicks your bottom lip cutely. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”
You follow the direction of his gaze. Seungmin is fast asleep on your other side, one leg out of the covers, laying on his front and clutching a pillow. Seungmin tends to bat away cuddle advances when awake but he sleeps like a clingy koala bear. You are the opposite, snuggling up when conscious and kicking the boys away in your sleep. Seungmin usually curls around Chan when sleeping and he looks very bereft in slumber without him. You can’t help but smile even though you know Chan’s words are right: Seungmin is a troublemaker.
“I’ll make sure he’s good,” you say to Chan, a promise you both know will be hard to keep.
“Hope so,” Chan says. He leans down for a chaste kiss, lingering close to your mouth when he says, “See you later, baby girl. Be good for me, yeah?”
“Aren’t you gonna say bye to Seungmin?” you ask when he stands up.
Chan adjusts the brim of his cap and just grins.
“Uh, yeah, I already tried that,” he says. “He’s a brat. Give him a kiss for me later. Love you both.”
“Love you too,” you say. Your voice goes rough as you snuggle into the bedcovers, falling back to sleep. The last thing you see is Chan’s affectionate smile.
You wake a while later to warmth along your backside and a weight on your hips. You stir, groggy, taking a second to register everything.
The curtains are open and the golden glow of morning is shining in the bedroom. The bedcovers have been pushed down but you don’t feel cold. Seungmin is awake behind you, his arm draped over your middle. True to troublemaking form, he already has a hand between your thighs, just resting over your shorts. When he feels you waking, he cups you a little more deliberately.
“Seungmin,” you mumble sleepily, “Daddy’s not here. You shouldn’t be doing that.”
“That’s so sad for Chan,” Seungmin says with a lot of cheeky sass, grinning a big boxy grin. He never addresses Chan properly, not even to his face, not without a lot of effort on Chan’s part.
Seungmin’s disrespect always makes you tingle because you could neverbehave that way. You love being good. You also love that Seungmin does not.
“He should have thought about that before he went to work on a Saturday,” Seungmin says.
“He said sorry,” you reply.
You can practically hear Seungmin’s eye-roll.
“Then it’s okay, I guess,” Seungmin says sarcastically.
He is already touching you through your shorts, his knuckle gently rubbing back-and-forth and making all those nerves come alive with need.
Seungmin is a veritable pussy addict. Despite being equally submissive to Chan, Seungmin has trained you according to his own insatiable desires. It only takes one look from Seungmin to go from resting to fully turned on. He can spend hours curling his fingers inside you, stretching you out, rubbing your clit. Hours more laying between your thighs with his mouth wet and soft, kissing and licking and tongue-fucking you until you are a wrung-out mess.
He is more than half the reason you always wet by the time Chan finally puts his hands on you. Then it’s you who gets teased for being wet all the time, Seungmin just grinning behind you with that smartass grin.
He wastes no time this morning, warming you up through your shorts then slipping his fingers beneath the waistband.
“Seungmin,” you whine. “We’re not supposed to…”
“Stop crying,” he says, shoving his other arm under your body to hook it around you. He pulls you tight against him while he works his hand into your shorts. “I won’t make you come, crybaby,” he says.
“I don’t believe you,” you say.
You pout but admittedly make little effort to stop him. You should, knowing very well Chan’s number one rule is no coming without his permission, but you are lethargic with sleepy contentedness and his fingers feel so good. You figure as long as you don’t come, indulging just a little touch won’t do any harm…
You should have known better. It doesn’t take much for Seungmin to work you up completely. You buck your hips as if to escape his hand but your shorts keep him trapped. You squirm in his arms at the same time your legs thoughtlessly spread.
“Seungmin,” you say, panting against your pillow.
“Yes?” he asks, as if he has no idea what he’s doing. He holds you tighter when you start to wriggle. “Relax,” he says. “Just don’t come. Be a good girl,” he says it like a punchline, dry and humorous.
“You know his rules—”
“Who?”
“Daddy—”
“Who?”
“Chan!” Saying his name puts you over the edge. Chan’s dominance is softer by nature but Seungmin likes to provoke him so you have seen his mean side often. Imagining his reaction to your bad behaviour has you coming hard on Seungmin’s fingers.
Seungmin, like the demon he is, strokes you through your orgasm and a little past it, laughing in your ear when you whimper from oversensitivity. You have never known someone to be so sadistic and submissive at once. Seungmin likes to make you cry even more than Chan does. It gets Chan all huffy and mean, then he really puts Seungmin in his place.
Satisfied with his evil deed, Seungmin lets you go and flops onto his back. You roll over to glare at him, trying to ignore the lingering thump in your pussy. It feels like a heartbeat skipping beats, erratic when Seungmin smiles and puts his wet fingers in his mouth to suck. He makes a dramatic mmmmm sound, then sticks out his tongue at you.
“You’re mean,” you say.
“I’m telling Chan you came,” he says, reaching for his phone on the bedside table.
Your heart is really skipping beats now. You climb on top of him and try to get there first. He beats you to it and holds you back, cackling his mischievous little ha-ha as he opens it up. His phone background is a picture of the three of you on holiday, crammed together and giggling in a hammock, and the cuteness is at serious odds with his wickedness.
“Seungmin, don’t!” you say, trying to swipe at his phone. “That’s not fair, I didn’t even wanna!”
“Liar,” he says. He closes his phone and looks at you with a smirk. “I won’t tell him but you have to do what I want.”
“What do you want?” you ask, regarding him with scrutiny. Last time he said that, he came inside you without Chan’s permission and earned you both two weeks of edging and denial as punishment. Seungmin insisted it was your fault, that he was going to pull out when you wrapped around him, so Chan punished you both ‘to be fair.’ Seungmin always gets away with roping you into his punishments because you don’t argue with Chan, so you eye him warily now.
He swipes his bangs out of his face and looks down his own body. You follow his gaze, stopping on the obvious bulge in his boxers. You look at him and he pokes his tongue into his cheek.
“Fine,” you say, playfully petulant. “Just this once. You better keep my secret.”
He mimes zipping his lips shut.
You crawl down to fit between his thighs as he spreads them, making room. He grabs his glasses off the bedside table and pops them on, then he opens his phone again.
“Let’s make a video for Chan,” he says.
“Seungmin,” you say, glaring at the camera then up at him. “He won’t like us fooling around.”
“He will,” Seungmin says, smiling down at his phone. “You look pretty, crybaby. Now go.”
You glare at him one more time then move down, tugging his boxers off his hips. He is already hard, twitching in your hand before your lips graze the head. You look up at the camera as you lick and suck, closing your eyes when diving down the length of him. He puts his free hand in your hair and guides you, tells you to slow down, makes you drool on it before he snaps his hips up. You take it with practiced skill, but you can’t help the way your eyes water, living up to Seungmin’s mean nickname for you.
“Hold still,” he says, lifting your head.
You think he must be close, that he is stopping you before he comes, but you look up and see he is still filming. He smiles, his free hand jumping from your hair to his dick. It only take a few swift strokes before he’s coming all over the side of your face. He swipes his fingers in it and shoves them in your mouth before you can get mad at him, not for the mess but simply because he came when he knows it’s against the rules.
You say his name, though it comes out garbled around his fingers. He rubs his fingers over your tongue as if fucking your mouth, then he gives another ha-ha before he finally stops filming. His fingers leave your mouth with a wet pop and he swings away. He tugs up his boxers as he gets out of bed.
“Seungmin!” you say, wiping your face on the hem of your shirt. You leap out of bed to grab his phone only for him to sprint into the next room. “Seungmin!” you say again, running after him. “You can’t send that! You’re gonna get us in trouble!”
“Why would I get in trouble?” he asks, typing away at his phone from behind the kitchen counter. “You were the one with my dick in your mouth.”
You chase him around the kitchen island until you are both giggling. He spins around and catches you unexpectedly, playfully roaring in your face with a weak little raaawr. He pretends to bite your neck while you giggle and push at him.
“You won’t be so funny when he gets home,” you say, to which he just repeats what you said in a mocking tone. You smack the top of his head as he directs you to the living room couch. “You’re such a bully. You promised not to tell.”
“And I didn’t,” he says, kissing your neck lightly then sucking a hard kiss under your jaw. “If you don’t tell him what you did, he won’t know.” He looks at you, that mischievous grin back on his face. “Unless you feel guilty and tell him.”
You pout, making him laugh.
“I’m so nice all the time,” you say with a melodramatic flourish, waving your hand. “I don’t know why you’re so mean to me.”
“I’m nice,” Seungmin says. “See, your shirt’s dirty, let me help.”
You playfully wrestle when he tries to lift your shirt off. You let him win, squeaking then jumping onto the couch where he chases you. He climbs on top of you and starts kissing you, messy wet licks into your mouth then down your neck and chest. You clench your thighs around him but he wriggles his shoulders between your legs, smiling at you. You barely pretend to fight when he tugs your shorts down, then his glasses go crooked and his mouth is on your pussy through your underwear.
You whine his name and rake your fingers through his hair. He tugs the fabric out of his way and licks up your still wet pussy, being as messy as possible.
“Tsk, tsk,” he says, surfacing for a second. His glasses are still askew and his face is wet. He smiles dreamily at your pussy, rubbing his fingers up and down. “What if Chan got home right now,” he slips his fingers inside you, “and saw you like this?” He sighs as if disappointed, casually fixing his glasses with one hand and fucking you with the other one. “He’d be so mad.”
“He’s at work,” you say, eyes closed.
“Is he?” Seungmin asks. “I think he’s outside the door.”
Your breath catches and you look at the door. Seungmin has no way of knowing if that’s true but you gasp anyway, legs closing around his hand. He pushes them apart, then gets up on his knees for better leverage.
“Seungmin,” you say, grabbing his arm but not stopping him. His fingers are curling inside you, rubbing against a tender spot that has your vision swimming. “Ohh, Seungmin, please—”
“Ohh, Seungmin, please,” he mimics. “You’re not coming, are you, crybaby?”
You shake your head, making a show of sniffling and looking at him with purposefully teary eyes. He rolls his thumb back and forth over your clit.
“The doorknob is turning,” Seungmin says. “He’s gonna see you.”
“No, I’m not—”
“He’s walking inside—”
You come with a cry, tossing your head back and squeezing his fingers between your legs. Chan is not actually home and Seungmin is just a menace, but that menace does cover you in kisses when you are done coming all over his hand.
You lay on the couch for a bit, feeling each other up and kissing, then Seungmin leans back to grin at you.
“Two for you, one for me,” he says. “I’m doing better than you.”
You swat at him.
You eventually start the day for real, going about your usual weekend routine. Chan never answers Seungmin’s video text, but Seungmin shows you that he definitely saw it. The little READ subscript reveals he watched it only seconds after getting it.
You are reading a book in the afternoon when Seungmin gets back from a walk. He kicks off his shoes and joins you on the couch. You try to ignore how distractingly handsome he looks with his hair pushed back, casual but sexy in denim. You can tell he wants to mess around so you pointedly ignore him and turn the page of your book.
He tugs on the sleeve of your shirt then rests his head on your shoulder.
“What,” you say in a dry voice.
“It’s getting late,” Seungmin says. “Chan still hasn’t answered us.”
“Hm.” You turn another page despite not retaining anything. “So?”
“So.” He touches your chin and turns your face to his. “We should make another video.”
“No, we shouldn’t,” you say, closing your book. “You’re just gonna do something you’re not supposed to again.”
“What, me?” he says. He flicks some hair out of his eyes and laughs. “I don’t think so.”
“I do. You’re evil and you’re not dragging me down with you.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And nothing you say can change my mind.”
A few minutes later, you are curled over the arm of the couch, clutching a cushion while Seungmin fucks you from behind and films it. He’s down to just his open jeans, the denim rough against your skin when he pulls you onto him again and again.
“Mmmf,” is the noise you make, groaning into the cushion. “You better not come again.”
“Worry,” he says, panting, “about,” he slows down a little, “yourself.” He takes another breath and speeds up again.
“I’m at no risk of—” Your overconfident proclamation is interrupted when Seungmin expertly circles your throat and yanks you up. You whine and claw at him but he roughly manoeuvres you onto your back.
“Hi baby,” he says with a sarcastic little wave, phone camera pointed down at your scowling face. He frowns with exaggeration. “You gonna cry again?”
“No.” You try to kick him, pushing at his chest with your foot. He just scoops that leg onto his shoulder and presses himself back inside you. “This was Seungmin’s idea, daddy,” you say, covering your face with your hands. “I was being good, I promise.”
Seungmin just mimics your voice and grinds into you. One hand holds the phone and the other slips down. His thumb rubs softly and simply over your clit until you are whimpering again.
“That’s not fair,” you say with a little hiccup.
“Should be easy for you,” Seungmin says. “Chan’s good little girl, right?”
“Ugh, shut uuup, you’re the worst—”
“The rest of you would disagree, good girl,” he says. He tips his head, looking at the phone, so you can only assume he is zooming in on your pussy gushing around his cock as he rocks in and out. “Uh oh,” he says when you squeeze him inside you. He knows your body well by now, having wrung countless orgasms out of you, so he is grinning before you even start coming. “Three, two, one…! Ha-ha.”
You make a shaky, shuddery sound as you come, barely recovered before his hand is around your throat and he is fucking you in chase of his own completion. There’s no point in even pretending to protest. You just sigh and reach down, holding your thighs open as he moans and groans for show, coming inside you. He takes his time filming it after, sweeping his fingers around to show Chan the mess he made. He must turn the camera to selfie mode because he starts smiling his mean, puppyish grin into the screen.
“See you later, old man,” Seungmin says. “If you can even get it up after working all day.”
He stops filming and laughs you when you frown at him.
“Do you have to make it even worse?” you ask.
“Yes. Don’t ask stupid questions.” He swoops down and kisses your forehead. “Come on, crybaby, let’s have a shower. Unless you want to be full of cum when he gets home—”
“Hmmph!” You give him a indignant pout, but you get up when he helps you.
You share the shower. You keep pretending to be mad at him, only giggling a little when he touches a few ticklish spots. He knows they are ticklish so he is just being mean, but he does compensate with little kisses over your back and shoulders.
He stands behind you, kissing down your neck as you tip your head, the hot water rushing down your front. Your eyes are closed against the spray but also from pleasure, smiling to yourself as he nips at your skin then licks over the bite.
“No marks,” you say without much verve. “You know that’s another rule.”
“That’s okay,” he says, smirking into your shoulder. His hand starts to slide down the front of your body. “You’ve already broken the rules, so…”
“Seungmin,” you say, your scolding tone contradictory to the way you rock your ass against his growing hard-on. You giggle, holding onto his wrist but not stopping his descent. “We shouldn’t,” you say.
“He’s right,” comes a voice from the doorway. “You already broke the rules anyway, didn’t you?”
Your eyes fly open. You look through the glass wall of the shower to see Chan leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed. He is still dressed for the office, suit and tie, though he is already barefoot. His dark hair is neatly styled, his eyes darkly lined, a diamond stud on his nose and his ears. He lifts his eyebrows and tips his head, the expression more than a little condescending.
“Whoops,” Seungmin says with a laugh.
Chan exhales, unsmiling.
You turn the water off and slide the glass door open. The shower is a big, roomy space with two showerheads, leaving Seungmin plenty of room to step back. He rolls his eyes and somehow manages to look belligerent despite his nudity. You are a far more repentant sight with your watery eyes and pouty lips, naked and damp and innocent as can be.
“I’m so, so, so sorry, sir, daddy, sir,” you say, shaking your head. “I tried to make him stop but he wouldn’t listen. You believe me, right?”
Chan doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you with the vaguest hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he looks away with a sigh, unbuttoning his blazer. He shakes his head as he peels it off and approaches the shower.
“I don’t know what to believe, baby girl,” he says. The blazer hits the floor and he loosens his tie next. “Ya know I had to leave work early because of this?” he says. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows then his gentle hand reaches out to cup your chin.
You shiver from the coolness of the room, from his touch, from his gaze. You do not dare look away from his eyes, not even to see Seungmin’s face. You do not doubt he is just frowning and rolling his eyes anyway.
Chan presses his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth dutifully. He rests it on your tongue.
“I don’t have a lot of rules, yeah?” Chan says. “Don’t you think I’m fair?”
“Mhm,” you say, nodding, lips pursed around his thumb.
“Did you not understand the rules?” he asks. “You’re not stupid, baby. I’d find that hard to believe.”
You don’t answer, knowing you are guilty and there is little to say in your defence. Chan just sighs and slips his thumb out of your mouth. He cups your cheek and lovingly strokes it.
“You know I’m disappointed, don’t you, baby?” he says. “How many times did you break the rules today?”
“I’m sorry!” you say in a rush. “Seungmin really did start it, though. I was just in bed and he made me—”
“How many times?”
“Five,” you say, sniffling. “Three for me, two for Seungmin. It really was his fault, though, you know I would never—”
“I know what he’s like, baby,” Chan says. He is speaking in an easy, calm voice as he draws his fingers down your chin, your neck, the middle of your chest until he has a breast cupped in his hand. You try to keep a neutral expression when he rubs his thumb over its peak. “But you know you’re responsible for yourself, yeah?”
He lets go and reaches past you to turn on the water. It is a light, warm spray that makes you jump with surprise. He surprises you again by stepping into the shower almost completely dressed. He backs you into the wall as the water runs over his white dress shirt, turning it translucent.
Seungmin finally scoffs, the sound mixed with a laugh.
“You’re getting your clothes wet, weirdo,” he says.
Chan’s gentle expression hardens. You jump when his hand shoots out, grabbing Seungmin roughly by the throat. Seungmin grabs onto his wrist, clearly surprised given the way his breath catches. He tries to hide it with a grin, lifting his eyebrows when Chan looks at him.
“I’ll deal with you in a minute, Seungmin,” he says. He chokes a little gasp out of him then lets go, looking at you again. “Come here, baby,” he says softly. “You know what I have to do.”
You know he means a punishment, but you don’t know which one. Chan is tantalizingly unpredictable in that regard.
You nod, stepping where he gestures, under the showerhead but just behind the spray so none of the water hits you. You shiver again, your nipples hard and skin breaking into goosebumps. You meet Seungmin’s eye over Chan’s shoulder, Seungmin looking at you with gleeful anticipation even while rubbing his throat. From where he is standing, he must also feel the chill, the same prickling awareness of his skin, the air like a constant kiss all over your body.
The water hits Chan on the shoulder, running down his chest and side. His shirt is sticking to him, drawing your eye to the ridges of muscle down his abdomen. He taps your chin to lift your gaze, keeping your eyes locked while he undoes his tie and whips it off.
“Open,” he says.
You part your lips and he puts the tie in your mouth, wrapping the rest around your head. He reaches behind you and secures it with a knot. He taps your side, confirming the usual mute communication for when your mouth is covered. You nod and he smiles, tapping your cheek approvingly.
He reaches for his belt next, looking you over with heady eyes. You shiver at the clink of metal and whistle of leather.
“Hands,” he says.
You offer them and wait as he ties his belt in neat loops around your wrists. Your heart leaps when he yanks your bound hands up above your head and hooks the belt over the neck of the showerhead. He slides it backwards, making you follow until your back is flat to the cold wall. You make a startled, pained noise into the gag, flush with the sudden cold. The temperature shock is a stark contrast to the heat spreading between your thighs. You can do little relieve the ache, balanced on the front of your feet.
“That’s a good girl,” Chan says with one last parting look, dimples sweetly smiling at your predicament. Then he sighs, slicking back his now damp hair. Maybe his make-up is just turning smoky with the heat, but you swear his eyes literally darken when he turns to face a grinning Seungmin. “Now. You.”
You might prefer Chan’s gentle daddy dominance more than anything else, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like watching his mean sir routine when it comes to Seungmin. Because Seungmin does not like it gentle. You live vicariously through the thrills of their rougher play.
It never disappoints. You mewl like a surprised kitten when Chan backhands Seungmin, catching him before he can stumble. Even his catch is rough, a hand over his mouth and his other arm hooked around his neck. He presses Seungmin into the glass wall, his cheek flat to the cool surface. You feel a shiver of empathy.
“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Chan asks.
There is a moment of quiet as Seungmin clearly contemplates surrendering or continuing. Then he nods. Chan’s laugh is breathy, his gaze turned upward in exasperation.
He releases his mouth and swings his hand down on Seungmin’s backside. You never imagined being so jealous of a spanking, but you are starting to feel like you got the worse punishment after all. You are forced to merely watch as Seungmin squirms in Chan’s firm grip. You are certain those marks will bruise, darkening alongside some older ones still purpling his skin.
After a thorough spanking, Chan turns him around. Seungmin thuds onto his knees when forced down. Chan places him where the water can reach and Seungmin stretches upright on his knees, trying to escape where pebbles of water hit his smarting skin. Chan smacks him and it splits Seungmin’s attention, on his cheek and his backside at once.
You thought Seungmin was mean for lightly finger-fucking your mouth earlier, but that favour gets more than repaid. Chan shoves two fingers far enough into Seungmin’s mouth that he chokes, attention fracturing yet again as he haphazardly grabs the offending hand by the wrist.
Chan tugs his fingers free, a trail of spit connecting them to Seungmin’s open mouth.
Seungmin blinks his dizzy dark eyes upward. Chan gazes back, cool and unbothered, while unbuttoning his pants. Seungmin looks ready to speak but Chan just shakes his head.
“Don’t,” he says, grabbing Seungmin by the jaw and tugging him close. “Just don’t.”
Seungmin is so funny, calling you a crybaby only to get all dribbly from a little face-fucking. It’s hot, though, and Seungmin is fully hard now. His hands are on Chan’s clothed thighs, functionally so he can tap out, but doubly affecting in how he can’t touch himself because of it. You think you can see his mental space shift in real time, going from petulant brat to something else, something content and quiet and physical.
He gasps and leaves his mouth hanging open when Chan pulls out. He flinches when Chan taps his cheek. Chan just smiles.
“That’s better,” he says. He reaches out and snaps off the water. It makes Seungmin shiver and you follow in sympathy. “Come on,” Chan says, kicking at him lightly. “Get up. This way.”
Seungmin stumbles when Chan grabs his bicep and yanks. You whimper with jealousy when Chan kisses him, a filthy hot kiss that makes you tingle from head to toe. Fortunately, you do not have to suffer much longer. Chan manhandles Seungmin until he is facing you. The mischief has been replaced with hazy desire, his eyes watery and mouth so pink and raw.
“On your knees,” Chan says, pushing at Seungmin’s shoulder.
Seungmin takes in a shaky breath but nods, getting back down on his knees in front of you. Chan grabs his hair and yanks his head back, looking down at him.
“You forgetting something?” Chan asks.
“Sorry, sir,” Seungmin says. “Yes, sir.”
Satisfied, Chan lets him go. He helps guide your leg over Seungmin’s shoulder, cooing sweet nothings at you when you make a startled sound because he lifts the other leg too. It raises you completely off the ground, both legs over Seungmin’s shoulders, weight partially supported by Chan and partially by the shower. You are completely suspended, simply sitting pretty while Seungmin eats you out.
Of course, Chan doesn’t let you finish. He tells Seungmin to stop and start a few more times before he finally lets you down. Your feet touch the ground again, though you rest your weight on the wall, your legs shaking.
Chan sweeps Seungmin’s hair out of his face and tips his head back.
“You have something to say now?” Chan asks.
“No, sir,” Seungmin replies, his voice rough.
“You gonna listen to me?” Chan asks, to which Seungmin nods. “Good. Then get up and do what I say. You ready?”
Seungmin’s job is a step ahead of yours. Chan is still helping you out of the shower by the time Seungmin reaches the bedroom. You sit perched on the counter, towelling yourself dry while Chan strips out of his wet clothes. You are about to step down when Chan scoops you up. You suppose you have lost the privilege to run ahead at will, just in case you get any funny ideas, but you don’t mind if Chan is holding you. You cling onto him, legs and arms wrapped around him as he carries you into the bedroom where Seungmin is waiting.
Chan lays you out beside him and waves a hand, giving Seungmin permission to kiss you. Seungmin eagerly sprawls on top of you, kissing and licking and moaning while Chan gets up behind him.
Your punishments appear to be contrary, you unfucked and untouched thanks to your several stolen orgasms, and Seungmin the overwhelmed subject thanks to his provocations. It’s him Chan fucks now, you laying under him, kissing his face as he grunts and groans and whines. Your shared kisses are breathy, gasping things.
You twitch and buck with wanting, feeling emptier than you ever have, while Seungmin digs his fingers into the bedspread, rocking against you while Chan rocks into him.
Seungmin comes first for once, helped along by your hands desperately seeking more, more, more. He comes all over you, dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Chan pulls out and finishes with a few strokes of his own hand, coming on that bruised and purple backside.
Fucking you both is one thing, but Chan’s work is truly cut out for him in the aftermath. But your loving boyfriend never falters, doing everythign to ensure you are both settled and soothed. Some days you return the favour, lovingly doting on your careful dominant, but today is a day he massages and kisses and takes care of you both.
You take care of Seungmin too, kissing his face. He is sandwiched between you and Chan, letting you both love up on him until his character comes back to him, then he starts thrashing around with playful dramatics. Chan giggles in that silly way of his and wraps him up, covering his shoulders with kisses while Seungmin glares at you like a disgruntled puppy.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you tease, giving him a little kiss. “This was all your fault anyway. I’m a good girl.”
Seungmin grins at that. Chan just shakes his head, but smiles deeply. He wraps an arm around you both, pulling you close. Seungmin, trapped in the middle, whines and groans, but he doesn’t stop smiling the whole time.