#skz 2min

[babygirldilf]

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.

[strrykais]

random boyfriend texts with… [2min]

random texts with your two boyfriends

authors note: my favorite duo.. our favorite divorce (almost) couple 😭

stray kids masterlist

ⓒ strrykais

[lotusbee07]

[gagwanzsource]

Seungmin and Lee Know for PMC Magazine, 2022.

[catiuskaa]

seungmo, mimo, siesta.

sum. mimo (span.) attitude or state of a person who wants to be pampered and cuddled.

wc. 0.5k

cw. teeth-rottening fluff, period cramps.

[🔹 ☆ 🧸 ☆ 🔹]

His hand feels warm on your skin despite the fabric between them, and you sigh, cuddling further into the other boy’s lap.

Your favourite heat sources.

“Comfy?” Minho’s voice is soft as his hands travel through your hair, gently stroking, combing his sleek fingers through it.

“She looks like it.” Seungmin snickers, his hand laid flat on your lower belly. His voice is almost as soft as Minho’s, even when he’s teasing you.

It had been an umprompted plan, really. Showing up to their appartment only for you to get your period was fairly disapointing, because soon after, the cramps started.

You had groaned loudly when you threw yourself on their couch, making Minho pop his head from the kitchen.

“Jagi?” He had smiled, huffing out a chuckle.

“I am dead.” The way you spoke, with your face against of the couch’s coushions made it so that Minho only frowned lightly, so you turned your head, grunting. “I’m alive but I’m dead.”

“Who’s dead?” Seungmin grinned, coming out from his room, laptop now turned off. “Wouldn’t want to miss that.”

But when he stared at the couch, he found you, your eyes big and your lips pouting, bend with your knees to your chest.

And as soon as Minho finished doing the dishes, the both of them had taken a spot beside you, claiming their newfound titles.

With a small grin, you take his free hand, kissing his palm, and his face softens, leaning closer to stroke your cheek.

“My poor little thing.” Seungmin sighs. Minho coos at the both of you.

“Better, kitten?” He moves messy strands of hair from your face, and you nod.

“Mmm... mimo…” you blabbered sleepily, cuddling further into your boys.

You knew they usually ran hot, judging by how sweaty they came back from dance practice, or the poorly conditioned studios and recording booths, in other cases. It was something you used to your advantage, your hands always on them whenever you felt cold.

But this was a whole other level.

“That’s okay,” Minho smiled. “We can go back to bed if you want to,” he suggested with a toothy grin, “Seungmin probably hasn’t made it either.”

And so you giggled, reluctantly carried on Minho’s arms with laughter on the back, and the three of you laid down against the cold, definetely unmade bed, it’s temperature low due to the air conditioning that Seungmin had turned on.

But you were still kept warm, between Minho and Seungmin, their arms around you, comforting.

Maybe wasting summer days wasn’t so bad at all. Or maybe, there was no such thing as wasting a summer day, when your boys fell asleep next to you, caring for you in a way that was solely theirs, entirely made for you.

[🔹 ☆ 🧸 ☆ 🔹]

kats, who’s passing her afternoon like this, with the exception of those two fine gentlemen.

catiuskaa, august 2024 ©

[ihave-atummyache]

cinnamon

2min (Lee Know x reader x Seungmin)

5k Words (i just wanna say that before i edited this, the word count was at 5148…. 148… i love seungmin… then the 5 for Minho?? Yeah anyways.)

NSFW!!! 18+++ smut smut smut

You take a last look in the mirror before fluffing your hair. You grab a lip gloss and swipe it over your lips quickly before catching your friend's eye in the mirror behind you.

"Nervous?" She questions and closes the distance between you before draping her arms over your shoulders and pulling your back to her front. You immediately melt into her touch, finding comfort in the familiarity.

"A little," you admit, lacing your fingers with your best friend's.

"Don't be! You're so hot, y/n. They'll love you. Everyone was nervous for their first private event but that just means you caught somebody's eye out there... somebody rich," she adds the last part with a wink and you chuckle before she leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"You got this. Go get 'em, tiger," she teases, patting you on the shoulder before leaving to start her own set. You glance at yourself in the mirror again before standing and taking a step back.

You had chosen one of your simplest outfits, but also a crowd favorite. It was a red lingerie set, the shade of red complimented your skin tone perfectly. The top crosses around your back and ties in the front, it only takes one pull for the top to come off completely. You put on a simple matching red thong and some white thigh highs, finishing off with your red heels that lace up your legs.

You grab your favorite little black dress and pull it over your head. The neckline is just low enough that if anyone were to look down your dress, they would get a peak at the red lingerie that waits underneath. You smooth the dress down and give yourself a once over before taking a deep breath and walking out of the room, towards the private party room.

You've been dancing at this club for a few months, still a newbie, and you had your first request for a private show. This was huge, being so new, still, you’re equally as excited as you are nervous.

You glance up at the clock, right on time, before gently pulling the curtain back and seeing a group of men chatting and drinking, all lounging across the couches and chairs that the club had provided in the private room.

"Hi," you let a soft smile make its way to your face as suddenly the attention of everyone in the room is completely on you, "I'm Cinnamon. You can call me Cinny or Cin," you scan your eyes across the room and the men all return your gaze before introducing themselves one by one.

"I'm Seungmin, and this is Minho," the last one tilts his head at his friend and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the two of them.

Seungmin had a softer face, sweeter. He had a smile on his face when he introduced himself and his friend. Minho, on the other hand, barely spared you a glance, let alone a smile. Still, his beauty was extremely captivating and made a dryness form in your throat.

"Pleasure to meet you all. Mind if I pour some champagne?" You offer, signaling to the unopened bottle in the bucket on the table.

"Go right ahead," someone replies and you grab the bottle, popping the champagne. Everyone grabs a glass before you walk around the room, in the same order that they introduced themselves, slowly pouring the bubbly drink.

Once you reach Seungmin, his gaze is already fixed on you, making you clear your throat and chuckle and you begin pouring into his glass.

"What are you staring at?" You raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk forming on your face. He raises both of his eyebrows in surprise, obviously not expecting you to call him out.

"Oh?" His gaze locks on your's and you freeze for a moment as you see something dark flash behind his sweet eyes, "Aren't you interesting?" He finishes, tilting his head. The action would actually be rather cute if you hadn't already clocked the sweet persona to be some sort of act.

"I've been called worse," You shrug, trying to joke off the comment but you can already feel your knees weak at his tone and gaze on you.

You finally break the eye contact and make your way to the last person, Minho. His chin is resting in his hand and his eyes meet your's when you approach him. He tilts his glass to you, wordlessly, making you bend down lower to meet him halfway.

He lets his gaze peak into the top of your dress and catches sight of the red lingerie, practically begging for him to ogle. He still says nothing as you stand back up straight but he purposely lets his eyes trail down your body when he knows you're looking, just to make you nervous.

And his plan definitely works.

You're thankful that the lights are as dim as they are or else he would be able to very clearly make out the red tint that covers your neck and chest.

You settle into the couch between two of the men, one of them being the one who had paid for the private room. You quickly jump into small talk about random things before the man on one side of you stands and excuses himself to the restroom.

Seungmin uses this opportunity to slide closer to you, replacing his friend's spot. You pretend not to notice him and how good he smells when he drapes his arm on the couch behind you, careful not to touch you but you still feel surrounded by him.

"Are you ignoring me?" Seungmin's voice is suddenly too close, making chills rise across your skin. You turn your head, crossing your legs in his direction to try to give him more of your attention.

"W-what makes you think that?" you mentally slap yourself for stuttering but try to put the confident mask back up to have this conversation with him. He shrugs, leaning back into the seat, his gaze still on you. He lifts his hips slightly, letting his legs fall apart and you have to gulp at how fucking…enticing he looks.

"You seem much more interested in everyone else," he replies, breaking your eye contact to let his eyes trail down your bare legs.

"You make me a little nervous. That's all," you confess, the single glass of champagne you had must be adding some sort of magical confidence to you.

"Mm. Why's that, pretty?" he does that damn head tilt again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"You're just so... intriguing. Fascinating, even," your bottom lip becomes trapped between your teeth. Seungmin's gaze drops to your mouth for a moment before he meets your eyes again.

"How's that, baby?" He asks but before you can reply, the song catches your attention. One of your dances is to this song. This is your cue to stand and start the next part of the show. You smirk at the boy again before placing your hand on his thigh and using the leverage to stand up. Was that necessary? No. Was it just to elicit a reaction? Yes.

You step away from him, walking towards the pole in the center of the room. Your presence alone is enough to demand the attention of the entire room and suddenly everyone's eyes are on you. You step on the mini circular stage and wrap one hand around the pole, slowly circling it.

You stop when your back is to everyone before grabbing the strap of your dress and slowly sliding it down your shoulder. You grab the other strap and do the same before turning around and leaning back against the pole, the lacy top of your red bra poking out the neckline of your dress.

You let one of your legs slowly slide up the pole, making your dress inch up your thighs. You know that if someone is sitting in the right spot, they could be getting a really good look up your dress.

You lock eyes with the person in front of you and they land on those same cat-like ones that seemed so uninterested in you earlier. Minho is leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees and his glass of whiskey gripped loosely in his hand.

Oh.

His hands.

This is the first time that you've gotten a look at them and you can't help biting your lip at the thought of how they would feel inside of you...

Don't get it twisted! You're well aware that it is very frowned upon to sleep with customers. You never have! And you swore you never would.

But that was before Seungmin and Minho walked through that door.

You let your hands trail down your body, grabbing your dress and pushing it down around your waist. Minho's icy gaze never leaves your's and you have to let your eyes flutter closed to try to concentrate on the rest of the dance.

The smell of a lit cigar fills the air as you continue to dance with the pole, letting the music take you over. Once the song concluded, another came on, one of your favorites to do lap dances to.

You slowly step down off the stage, left only in your lingerie, heels, and socks. Though you aren't completely nude, the tiny set left little to the imagination. You grabbed the bottle of champagne and take a swig from it before walking towards the man that booked the room tonight.

You place one leg on the outside of his thigh, careful not to touch him too much before leaning forward and gently tapping his chin, tilting his head back. You bring the bottle to his lips and let the cool liquid pour into his mouth for a moment before using your thumb to brush a drop that had escaped from his lips.

You glance over at Minho and he still looks completely uninterested. This irritates you far more than you thought it would and you decide in this moment that you want to break him.

You circle the room, pouring the fizzy drink into each of the men's mouth's before you get to the last two. You graze your fingers over Seungmin's shoulder as you fully straddle his lap, much closer than you had done to anyone else. You even go as far as settling your weight into him slightly, just to feel him up against your core.

You wrap a hand around his neck, lacing your fingers into the hair at the back of his head and pulling slightly. His head falls back and you gently pour the champagne into his mouth.

Lastly, you have Minho. A smirk covers your face as you take the step towards him. A mischievous idea floods your mind and you have to fight the smile as you get closer.

You lean towards his ear, your breath tickling his skin. He doesn't move away from you or back away. He doesn't even freeze necessarily, he just allows you to do what you want.

"You could at least act like you like me, kitty," You tack on the nickname, a reference to his fierce gaze. He doesn't say anything when you lean back and take the champagne in your own mouth. You lean forward and grab his jaw before letting the liquid fall from your mouth into his.

Multiple shouts and laughs fill the room as the group teases Minho and congratulates him simultaneously. You pull away from him, letting a chuckle leave your lips as your gaze meets his.

His eyebrows are raised, an evil (and hot) smirk on his face. You shrug, triumphantly before continuing your show.

Many more dances, lap dances, intentional contact, unintentional eye contact, your set was technically concluded. Now you were to act as the host, making sure everyone had what they needed.

You had just stepped back into the room, having been asked to get some more cigars. They had grabbed some girls and people and begun dancing with each other. Lap dances in one corner, people grinding on each other in the other, one of your friends and coworkers up on a table. You chuckle before making your way to the seat that Minho and Seungmin were sitting, sipping on drinks and chatting with each other.

You ignore their gazes as you settle on the arm of the seat, right in front of Seungmin's arm. If he were to move it forward a few inches, his arm would be around you waist. You pop open the humidor and grab the cigar cutter before cutting a few cigars, as per request of the party.

You pass two to the men on the seat next to your before placing the container on the table in front of you. They both light their cigars and you glance over at them before standing and sitting yourself down on the corner of the table in front of them.

Seungmin crosses his ankle over his thigh, his hand resting on his knee. The rings adorning his fingers catch your attention as they reflect off the red lights of the club. His bangs fall into his face as he tilts his head slightly at you. (insert photo from above)

"Cinnamon, huh?" He asks, smile on his face. You grip the edge of the table, and lean forward, breasts threatening to spill from the top of your bra.

"That would be correct. Do you like it?" Your tongue peaks out between your teeth and he chuckles at the cute expression.

"Mm. What do you think, Minho?" He asks, turning to face his friend. Minho glances over at him, smoke circling his pretty, no, perfect features. His pretty nose on fully display and his intense gaze leaves you for a moment, focusing instead on Seungmin. (insert photo)

"I think it matches her," he replies, acting as though you aren't even there.

"I'm right here, y'know? I can hear you," you squint at his pretty side profile and he turns his face, leaning forward and it takes everything in your power to not back away. His entire demeanor and aura was just so intimidating and hot.

"I know. But you aren't the one who asked me the question, are you, sweetheart?" The tone of his voice alone had you squeezing your thighs together. It was so condescending but so ... hot? Ugh, brain!! Think of a better word than hot!

"No, I guess not," your voice had grown much less confident and smaller under his scrutinizing gaze and the way he just dumbified you.

"Hm. So you can be a good girl? I'll remember that," he makes this comment so quietly, you're not even sure Seungmin heard it before he lets out a snarky chuckle and stands, jerking his head towards a free spot where no one was dancing.

"Come dance?" It is supposed to come out as a question but seems more like a demand in your ears. You stand quickly and Minho finally leans back into his seat, gaze on you and Seungmin.

You follow him before he turns to face you. You wrap your arms around his neck before slowly beginning to sway to the beat. You let your eyes fall shut and Seungmin's arms wrap around your waist gently. His deep voice fills your ears and you can barely hear him over the thud of the music and your heart.

"Is it alright if I touch you?"

"Yes. Only you. Only if it's you," you confirm, barely thinking straight as his grip tightens. His hips catch the rhythm of yours and, much to your surprise, he's taking lead against you. Who knew he had some secret dancing skills?

He glances over your shoulder before letting out a chuckle and spinning you gently in his arms. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he continues to gently guide your hips against his.

Your eyes flutter open when he traces the lace of your panties. Your body instinctively reacts, jumping in his arms at the gentle touch.

"Your friend is looking at us," your eyes lock with those same cat-like ones that you have been swimming in all night.

"I think you're focusing on the wrong person, baby girl," you jump again when his fingertips gently trail up your torso, brushing against your nipples through the thin fabric, and making his way to your throat.

A gasp leaves your mouth when he gently wraps his fingers around your throat. He isn't choking you, it almost seems like he's trying to rile Minho up.

You're glad that your backs are turned to everyone else and nobody can see just how far you're going with these two. You usually would never go this far, but there's just something appealing about the two of them.

"Come on," you breath the words out, before grabbing Seungmin's wrist and dragging him towards the door. You stop with your hand on the doorknob and turn to look at Minho again.

"You coming?" You know he can't hear you but he reads your lips perfectly and stands without a second to spare. Your grip on Seungmin's wrist tightens as you slip into another private room that you know won't be occupied tonight.

You step in the door and before you can say anything, Seungmin pulls his wrist back, making you stumble back into his chest. His hand trail down your bare arms, even more goosebumps rising and he leans down, his breath warm against your neck.

"You're so beautiful," he brushes your hair over your opposite shoulder and places a kiss to the newly exposed skin, "You should be mine," he finishes but before you can reply, you hear the door shutting behind the two of you, followed by slow footsteps until Minho enters your sight.

He reaches his hand out and gently rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. Your eyes flutter closed for a moment before they reopen and your gaze fixates on his again.

"Don't look at me like that," his voice is rough, deep, sexy. Between his words and the kisses being pressed to your neck and shoulder, you're practically a puddle between the two of them.

"Like what?"

"With that sweet, innocent look in your eyes. It makes me want to ruin you even more," he takes a step closer, his chest pressing into yours and forcing you to lay your head back onto Seungmin's shoulder again.

"Then ruin me," your voice is quiet and for the first time since you've laid eyes on him, a smile spreads across his face. A short chuckle leaves his throat before he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is messy, all tongue and spit. It's disgusting and hot. He tastes like cigars and whiskey, the slightest twang from the champagne that you had spit into his mouth earlier.

You let him push his tongue further into your mouth and one of his hands creeps up the back of your neck and laces his fingers into the hair at the base of your skull.

"She looks so good like this," Seungmin's voice sounds from behind you and Minho pulls away from your lips to glance at him over your shoulder.

"Let me see," Minho replies, using the grip in your hair to turn your head to side and meet your lips to Seungmin's.

His kiss is different, more meticulous. It isn't much kinder than Minho's. It's dripping with dominance and forces you into the same submissive state as his friend's lips. His hands settle on your hips, pulling your hips against his bulge.

You're starting to be able to feel his hardness poking your backside, making you grind into him. Knowing Minho's eyes are on you, have you grinding into Seungmin more, deepening the kiss before Minho's using his grip in your hair to pull you away from his friend's lips.

"God, she's practically devouring you. I think I just saved your life," he teases and Seungmin chuckles in response before his hands are grazing the top of your panties again. He snaps the band against your skin, making you let out a yelp and jump in their hold.

"You're sensitive, aren't you, sweetheart?" Seungmin asks but your head is already becoming too fuzzy to give him a true response. You let out a hum and suddenly you feel a sharp sting to the outside of your thigh. You jump again and lock eyes with Minho's.

"He asked you a question. Be a good girl and speak when spoken to." He commands you and you nod, swallowing the dryness in your throat.

"Y-yes. I'm sensitive. It's been a long time," you confess and Minho's grip in your hair loosens. He tucks a stray strand that had fallen into your face, a smile on his lips.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"It wasn't. I'll use my words from now on," you promise and he raises a manicured eyebrow at your sudden submission.

"Well, except when my cock is down your throat," Seungmin's filthy words have your eyes growing wide and you turn your head to the side to catch sight of him, already looking at you. His eyes are dark again, that same thing flashing that you had seen earlier.

"On your knees, princess. You heard him," Minho's voice sounds and you obey, immediately dropping to your knees, facing Seungmin's slack covered thighs. You place your hands on either on of his legs and despite being thin, you can feel the firmness of the muscles against your hands.

Minho's hand appears from behind you and he quickly undoes the buckle on Seungmin's belt, pushing the pants down until they pool around his ankles, leaving his hard cock and boxers at eye level with you. You reach forward with shaky hands and slowly peel the waistband down, letting his cock spring free.

He's big. Not too thick but long, your throat will definitely be sore after this one.

You gently wrap a hand around him, making a hiss leave his mouth at the contact. You stroke him a few times before finally wrapping your lips around the head of him. You slowly let your head sink down, taking him as far as you can without gagging, before pulling back.

"Oh come on. You can do better than that," Minho's voice sounds from behind you and then you feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down his friend's length. You gag and choke around Seungmin as Minho guides your head up and down him.

Drools drips down your chin and you can feel it beginning to make its way down your neck and chest as you let the man take advantage of your throat. He's fucking your face like no other and you have no choice but to take it.

"Shit. You're gonna make me cum. I'm gonna cum down this t-tight little throat," Seungmin's hand finds it's way on top of Minho's and he holds you in place, deciding to thrust his cock in and out of your mouth before his stills, spilling down your throat.

He is so deep in your throat that you have no choice but to swallow, practically choking on a combination of his cum and your own spit. He lets out a deep groan, pulling you off his length before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.

"My turn," Minho's voice sounds and Seungmin pulls away from you. Minho take his place in front of you and glides his two middle fingers across your lips before pushing into your mouth.

Your jaw drops open obediently and he pushes the two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

"What a good little mouth for me to use. Tell me your name," his fingers swirl around your mouth, sometimes dipping further towards your throat and gathering the moisture from there.

"Cinnamo-"

"Your real name. I want to say it while I fuck this tight little throat. And I want to moan it again when I fill up that cunt of your's," his words are filthy, they have you blushing and writhing in your spot.

"Y/n," you speak out when he pulls his fingers from your mouth.

"Mm. Pretty name for such a pretty little play thing," He pulls his fingers out of your mouth at the same time his free hand is tugging his pants down. He’s big too. Thicker than Seungmin but not as long.

“Open sesame,” He chuckles before shoving his cock into your mouth and straight down your throat, his pelvis practically pushed against your nose before he pulls all the way out, making you choke and drool all over yourself and his shoes.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Seungmin’s voice is breathless and you suddenly feel his hand under your chin, tilting your head back so he could get a good look at you. Your makeup is ruined between the tears and the drool and he was getting hard again at the sight.

“You’re so pretty,” his voice is almost fond, his eyes were genuinely admiring every square inch of your face, “I need to fuck her,” He finishes, glancing up at his friend, who rolls his eyes in response.

“You’re impatient,” he objects.

“She can finish sucking you off while I fuck her,” Seungmin defends and Minho rolls his eyes again before take a step back. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there has more wetness pooling in your thong.

Seungmin smirks and uses his other hand to grab the top of your arm, pulling you to standing. You follow him to the couch and he sits, patting his lap and you immediately straddle him. His hands reach up and pulls the ribbon on the front of your bra, your breasts falling free in front of his face.

He leans in and immediately wraps his lips around one of your nipples, making a moan fall from your lips, your head falls back at the feeling. You lift your hips and reach down, pulling your tiny thong to the side before lining your entrance up with Seungmin’s cock.

You begin to sink down and Seungmin’s moan sends vibrations through your body before he pops off your nipple looking up at you again, grabbing both your boobs in each of his big hands.

“Fuck you feel so good, baby,” Seungmin’s voice is already breathless as you slowly begin to bounce, shivers rattling through your body every time you sink down.

Minho rounds the two of you, stopping on the side of the couch. He runs his fingers through your disheveled hair, pulling you towards his cock again and you swallow him easily.

“Am I acting like I like you now, kitty?” he taunts, throwing your own words back in your face as you moan against his cock, vision blurring with tears.

Once you finally start to get into the rhythm, Seungmin’s patience has gone out the window.

“Getting distracted, sweetheart?” He chuckles under you before using his iron grip on your hips to hold you in place while he begins to drill up into you. Your eyes immediately roll back into your head at the pace he has decided to take.

“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna cum,” Minho’s voice sounds from above you and before you can process what he’s saying, he’s pulling out of your mouth and cumming onto your mouth and chin, dripping down your neck and chest.

“Look at you. What a messy little cumslut,” he rubs his thumb through the cum on your chin and forces it into your mouth.

“S-she liked that. Fuck. Cunt’s gripping me so tight, pup,” Seungmin moans out and Minho pulls his finger from your mouth before stepping behind you. He grips your ass before landing a slap on the bouncing flesh, making a mix between a moan and a yelp to leave your mouth.

“Has anyone ever fucked this tight little hole, slut?” Minho’s sentence is punctuated by the thumb pressing against your asshole, making you jump.

“Y-yes,” your voice isn’t much more than a whisper at this point.

“Mm, bet you liked it, didn’t ya?”

“Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes, I liked it so much,” you’re stuttering out and another moan leaves your lips when you feel a drop of spit landing directly on the puckered flesh.

Minho rubs his thumb against the hole again, letting the finger sink into your tightest hole. You moan so loudly that you’re certain someone would hear you if they walked by but you really couldn’t care.

Minho leans down over your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your waist and placing a kiss to the side of your neck before his hand slides down and instantly finds your clit, rubbing circles quickly.

“I wanna hear you cum. I wanna see what you look like when you cum with my finger in your tight little ass while Minnie ruins you,” His words are filthy and the use of the innocent nickname for some reason does it for you as you let out a shriek, spiraling quickly into a really intense orgasm.

“Almost there baby. I’m gonna cum,” Seungmin’s voice is distant and you clench down again as he fucks up into you, your grip on his neck tightens as you speed up the pace.

“W-wait I’m about to cum,”

“Cum in me,” the voice that comes out of your mouth doesn’t even sound like you but it’s enough for Seungmin to cum basically on the spot.

When you reopen your eyes, you’re met with Seungmin’s looking up at you and then you feel a set of hands running through your hair, scratching at your scalp.

“Hey y/n? You okay, pretty?” Minho’s voice sounds and you tilt your head back, the crown of your head finding his stomach behind you as your glazed over eyes meet his.

“Hi,” you smile, lopsided and tired and he chuckles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Hi, baby,” he replies against your lips and you sit up again, getting off of Seungmin and pulling your clothes back to how the should be before tying your bra.

“I-I need to shower. My shift is almost over,” you chuckle, glancing at the clock behind their heads.

“How about we wait for you outside and you come back to our place?” Minho suddenly speaks up and you look over at him.

“Really?” You ask and they both nod.

“Yeah. There’s no way I’m done with you yet,” Minho winks and you feel your face heat up at the insinuation.

“Okay,” you breathe out and they both smile before you step out of the room to get ready to go home with these strangers.

[milkycatswithpetals]

Fem!reader!! 2min threesome, then Lix joins, oral (both recieving), piv, mxm action, cum eating, creampies, kinda sub!reader and Felix, aftercare included, reader gets called 'dirty' and 'my baby'

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It wasn't unusual for you to sleep with a few members at the same time. Tonight, it was Minho and Seungmin that got you whining and squirming. Seungmin kept you spread, his arm hooked under your knee. Minho's fingers were pumping into your cunt while the other boy teased your clit, making you soak the blanket underneath.

"soo wet, such a dirty girl" Seung teased, slapping your sensitive nub slightly before sucking a few bruises onto your neck.

Meanwhile, Minho withdrawed his fingers, your arousal coating them. As he spread them out, the sticky substance created a webbing, and he showed them proudly to the younger boy, as well as to you. Then he proceeded to lick his hand clean, in the filthiest way possible, making Seungmin chuckle. You whined, your gaping hole making Minho coo at you while his hand kneaded your thigh.

"seems like she wants to get filled up" he said and looked at Seung with a grin. Then Min unbuckled his pants, and sat you down on his erected cock. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as he guided your hips to grind down on him.

"do you like hyung's cock, hmm?" Seungmin teased, chuckling as he slapped your ass.

•••

Meanwhile, the squelching sounds mixed with moans drawed the attention of another member. Felix's eyes widened, but he smirked and approached the door.

•••

Minho started to thrust up into you, his panting mixing with yours. As you two were too lost in pleasure and lust, only Seungmin's eyes darted towards the opening doors that revealed Felix. Seung smirked and motioned for Lix to come in. The two younger boys were watching like hawks, while you spilled over the edge and made Minho climax as well. Your arched back caused your breasts to press against his pecs, a few last moves of your pelvis prolonged that orgasm deliciously. Min placed you flat on your back, and laid down on his side next to you, treating you to some kisses. The hot huffs of breath on your face made you oblivious to Felix's presence for some more time, untill he grasped your hand.

"sweets, can I join?"

He asked and kissed your palm. After you nodded, a bit out of your mind, he dived right between your legs. Lix flattened out his tounge, licking a long strip on your slit, moaning from the taste. "Heavenly" he murmured, causing Seungmin to nudge him playfully."Hurry up and get her cleaned, I want to fuck her too" the youngest boy smirked, tangling his hand in Felix's hair and pushing him further into your cunt. Lix whimpered softly, and then you felt his tounge prodding at your entrance. You moaned, right into Minho's mouth when his hand twisted your nipple. The boy between your legs swirled his tounge, slurped and groaned as he took what felt like every last drop of cum out of your hole. Felix placed a kiss to your clit before Seungmin pushed him out of his way. From the corner of your eye, you could see Felix giving Minho a blowjob.

"a–ah, so hungry" Min teased the younger boy, petting his head. You couldn't enjoy the show, as Seungmin shoved his dick inside.

"F–fuck, still so tight"

Seung whispered as he put you into a mating press. He was close already, frantically plowing into your tender cunt, almost in rhythm with Minho's slow rolls into Lix's mouth. Your trembling thighs were rested on Seungmin's chest, your eyes were closed trying to shut off the overwhelming sensations. his hand gripped your calf, hips hitting your ass roughly as he released himself inside. Seung leaned forward, kissing your cheek as he pulled out.

•••

All four of you were laying on the bed, soaked in various fluids, panting. Felix, being the least exhausted person, fetched some wet wipes and a bottle of water. He cooed at you, rubbing your knee.

"my baby, do you need help washing up?"

You hummed softly in agreement, and Lix could swear it was the cutest sound ever. The wipes were cold, but they felt good on your heated skin even despite giving you goosebumps. As Felix gently wiped your sensitive areas, his eyes so full of love for you even in this disheveled state. He gave you the water bottle, and went onto helping the other guys if they needed. They all praised you afterwards, and you fell asleep in a big cuddle-pile.

•••

[yaniiiiism]

hold my hand. -k.sm 💌

❀┆pairing : kim seungmin x fem!reader ͏ ❀┆ info : oneshot / twoshot ?? , a lot of fluff , and a lot of 'apparent' unrequited love (im sorry) , happy ending , cutesy , uni love , feelings and angst , short ! ❀┆ personas + bg : uni students ; dormmates w benefits ❀┆ word count : ❀┆warnings : cute and dread but dw happy ending yall notes at the end !!

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happy seungmo day !

♥︎ ! now, we share the same dream called, 'us'.

The night was thick with the kind of silence that made every little sound feel magnified. The rustling of her sheets, the faint crack of his breathing, even the soft creaks of the bed beneath her felt louder than the thoughts swirling around in her restless head.

She turned over again for what felt like the hundredth time, face buried in her pillow as she tried to will herself to fall asleep. 

But her mind was wide awake, racing in that frustrating way it did sometimes, hopping from one thought to the next with no intention of slowing down. The warmth from the body beside her, instead of comforting you into rest, only added to your awareness. 

He lay still, his back rising and falling gently in rhythm. His arm, usually flung over her waist, had fallen away sometime in the night, giving her space, but her squirming was testing the limits of even his patience.

A loud sigh slipped out, unintentional but filled with the kind of frustration she only felt when she’s tired, and can't do anything about it.

She felt movement before she heard him, the mattress dipping slightly as he shifted beside her. “Y/n,” he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse, dripping with sleep. "What are you doing?"

Startled, she froze. She hadn't meant to wake him. 

He really didn’t wake easily, so the fact that he was up meant she’d been tossing and turning for a while.

"Sorry," she muttered, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her as she turned on her side to face him. The dim light filtering through the window barely illuminated his face, but she could make out the mess of his hair and the way his eyes, barely open, squinted in her direction.

"Seriously," he continued, rubbing his hand over his face before letting it drop lazily on his bare chest, his voice thick with sleep. "Why are you moving so much?"

She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, biting her lip. "I can't sleep," she admitted quietly. 

It was a stupid response, one that obviously didn’t explain why she was writhing like a fish out of water, but it was the truth. She just couldn’t sleep.

He blinked at her, clearly processing her words through his sleepy haze. 

Then, to her surprise, he shifted closer to her. His arm reached out, wrapping lazily around her waist, over the thin, black camisole she wore, as he tugged her towards him, pulling her into the familiar space against his chest.

"Then just stop moving," he murmured, his voice muffled by her hair as his lips brushed against the top of her head. 

He wasn’t fully awake, that was clear. 

This was Seungmin in his most unfiltered state, without the usual layers of sarcasm or that teasing grin he wore during the day. 

This was him in a space where he let her in more than either of them were willing to admit out loud.

His body was warm, radiating heat in a way that made her immediately feel guilty for disturbing him. His fingers, though a little clumsy with sleep, rubbed slow, lazy circles against her back.

The motion was surprisingly soothing. She let out a long breath, slowly sinking into him as her muscles began to relax.

"You’re restless," He murmured after a few seconds, his hand still moving against her back in that gentle way, keeping her anchored against him. His lips brushed the top of her head again, a ghost of a kiss that she wasn’t sure he even knew he gave. 

"Always overthinking."

She felt her chest tighten at his words. He knew her too well. And maybe that was why it was so terrifying—the way he could see through her, even in his half-asleep state. 

But at the same time, it was why she kept coming back, why she never left his bed after nights like these. He knew her, and despite that, he stayed.

"I’m not overthinking," She mumbled, but the words lacked conviction. He let out a small scoff that vibrated against her forehead, assuring her that he was definitely conscious yet sleepy. Cute. 

"Sure," he muttered, but his tone was softer now, less teasing, more understanding. His hand slid from her back to beneath her the fabric that hugged her waist, fingers tracing mindless patterns across her skin.

"Just... try to sleep."

"That’s exactly what i’ve been doing for the past—"

"Shush."

At his lazy voice and his hand slowly prompting her figure, she nestled deeper into him, her body naturally curling against his, her cheek resting against his collarbone. 

He smelled like the faint traces of his vanilla scented cologne mixed with warmth—Seungmin’s warmth, something uniquely his that made her eyelids feel heavier.

"Close your eyes, and don’t focus on anything other than sleeping."

"I’ll sleep if you stop talking,"

He let out a quiet, annoyed breath, his grip on her waist tightening just a fraction, pulling her closer to him. 

"You’ll sleep," he replied simply, his voice now barely above a whisper.

His body was comfortable, solid against hers, and his steady breathing began to lull her in ways her own mind couldn’t. 

The itch to move, to toss and turn, slowly began to fade as his fingers danced across her clothed waist, occasionally slipping under the hem of the same camisole once again to skim her skin.

She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, caught in a limbo between wakefulness and sleep, with his heartbeat beneath her ear acting as her lullaby. 

But eventually, the weight of the day began to catch up with her.

Just as she was on the cusp of sleep, she felt his lips brush against her forehead, barely there, like a secret.

"Sleep well," he whispered, so soft that she almost missed it.

"Night, Seung.." She whispered back, letting herself finally fall into sleep, comforted by the fact that, for now, things were exactly how they were supposed to be.

No nonchalance. No heavy talks.

Just the quiet, unspoken connection that somehow made it all make sense.

— next morning. 

The first thing she noticed was the cold.

It wasn’t the kind of cold that came from a draughty window or a forgotten blanket. 

Not really. 

No, this was the absence of warmth—the absence of him. 

Her body, once cocooned in his embrace, now lay exposed to the chill of the early morning air. 

She blinked her eyes open slowly, the sunlight beginning to creep through the half open curtains, painting the room in soft shades of orange and gold.

But his warmth? Gone. Just like always.

With a heavy sigh, she turned her head toward the empty space beside her, the sheets already cooling where his body had been only a few hours before. 

The faintest outline of his presence was still visible—a wrinkle in the bedding, the faintest impression of his form in the pillow. 

But Seungmin? He was long gone.

It had become a routine by now, one she was all too familiar with. No matter how late the night before — no matter how close their bodies were tangled up in each other, or how intimate the way he held her — he always left before she woke. 

Sometimes, she’d wake in the middle of the night, find him still there, his arms snug around her waist, his breath soft against her hair. But by morning? Always gone.

She stretched out a hand, her fingers brushing against the cold pillow where his head had been, and a familiar pang of emptiness settled in her chest. 

It wasn’t like she expected anything different. This was their agreement, after all — being friends with benefits, emphasis on the “friends” part. 

No strings attached. No feelings to complicate things.

Just two music majors, as close as dorm-mates, fulfilling their hollow desires. 

Or at least, that’s what they kept telling themselves.

With a groan, the girl pulled herself up into a sitting position, running a hand through her messy hair as she stared at the empty side of the bed for a moment longer. 

The apartment was quiet, the early morning stillness only punctuated by the faint sound of birds chirping outside the window. If she strained her ears, she could probably hear him in the kitchen, going about his morning routine like nothing had happened. 

Like they hadn’t spent half the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, skin pressed to skin, whispered breaths filling the silence between them.

Pushing the thought aside, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, the cool floor beneath her feet sending a brief shiver up her spine. 

She grabbed her robe from the back of the door and wrapped it around herself, over her camisole, tying the belt with a quick knot before stepping out of her bedroom.

As expected, he was already in the kitchen.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the small apartment, mingling with the sound of soft clinking dishes. He stood at the stove, back turned to her as he focused on whatever breakfast he was making. 

His hair was still slightly tousled, sticking up in a few places from sleep, but otherwise, he looked like his usual self — calm, collected, completely unfazed by the night before.

Yet, adorable. Enough for her to fold over. 

She lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his usual morning attire, and he moved around the kitchen with an easy grace, like he belonged there. 

Like this was just another normal day.

Because to him, it was.

Or, at least that’s what she assumed. 

She sighed, pushing the door of his room open a little wider as she stepped out of it, walking to the kitchen. 

"Morning," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.

Seungmin glanced over his shoulder at her, his expression unreadable as always, yet he gave her a tiny smile, which she knew was genuine. 

"Morning, insomniac." he replied, as if he hadn’t left the bed they shared, just an hour ago.

She made her way to the counter, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee from the pot he had brewed, a small smile tugging her lips at his reply. 

She leaned against the kitchen counter, her fingers wrapped around the warm mug of coffee. She took a small sip, letting the heat spread through her as she watched the guy move around the kitchen with his usual quiet efficiency. 

But as she took another sip of her coffee, she couldn’t help but feel the growing weight of those unspoken feelings, the ones that clung to her chest like a secret she didn’t want to acknowledge.

She glanced at him again, the way his hair was still a little messy, the way he absentmindedly hummed under his breath as he cooked. Her chest fluttered, just a bit, at the sight.

“Slept well, did you?” 

His voice broke through her thoughts, casual as ever, but there was a softness to it – obviously since he already knew the answer, a smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

She shrugged, setting her mug down on the counter with a soft clink. “Surprisingly,”

He didn’t respond right away. He flipped the eggs with practised ease before turning off the stove, and when he turned around to face her, there was something unreadable in his eyes. His usual teasing smirk was absent, replaced by something quieter, more thoughtful.

She was sitting on the chair, fingers idly tracing the hem of the mug, gaze right on it but mind elsewhere.

For a moment, they just stood there, the silence between them heavy with all the things they never said. 

The guy’s heart did that stupid thing again where it skipped a beat whenever she seemed like that – he could see straight through her.

Her baby hair framing her face, the sunlight bouncing off of the curves of her head. Pretty, black, eyes concentrated on the green mug, carrying the same depth they always did, and he would oh so fondly dive into them.

“Coffee too strong?” he asked, breaking the silence as he moved to pour himself a cup.

She let out a small breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. “It’s fine, just kinda tired,” she chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling suddenly exposed under his gaze. 

“How.. about you? Sleep well?”

He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. “Slept fine until someone decided to practise gymnastics at 3 am.”

His words were teasing, but his voice was gentle, and for some reason, that made her heart skip a beat again. 

She awkwardly smiled, scratching her arm, a habit she grew familiar with, and he knew it quite well.

“I’m sorry, I was– warm, okay?”

He chuckled, “Warm, and sleep-deprived but lost in thought? Yeah, I know,” he replied softly, his eyes lingering on her for a beat longer than necessary before he looked away, focusing on his coffee instead.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? He always knew. Even when she didn’t say anything, even when she tried to brush it off, he always knew.

She hated that about him. And she loved it too.

“Thanks.” She suddenly murmured, “I mean, for uh, h-helping me sleep. Last night.”

He smiled, this time, softer than ever. “It’s nothing. At least you had a good sleep after.. I don't know, weeks?” 

“It wasn’t that long!”

He shot her a look that she knew too well.

“Okay maybe it was. But that doesn’t matter for now,”

The corners of his lips curled up at her indignant reply, but he didn’t press further, simply shaking his head as he took another sip of his coffee. 

His eyes flicked back to her, soft and observing, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in the simplicity of the scene – the quiet morning, the soft golden light filtering through the windows, and her, sitting at the counter, her sleepy, tousled appearance making her look unfairly adorable.

For a while, they just stayed like that, bantering and sipping their coffee, the easy silence between them filling the room. 

It wasn’t awkward. It was never awkward with him. 

That was part of the reason she kept coming back to this – whatever this was. It was easy. Comfortable. 

But lately, that comfort had started to come with a twist – a knot of feelings tangled somewhere deep in her chest that she wasn’t quite sure what to do with.

His eyes were still on her, his teasing grin fading into something more thoughtful as the quiet stretched between them.

“You’re doing that.. thing again,” he said suddenly, voice low.

She blinked, tilting her head. “What thing?”

“The thinking thing. The kind that keeps you up all night.”

She felt her cheeks flush slightly and quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her coffee instead. “I’m not—”

“You are,” he cut in, his voice soft but firm. He set his mug down on the counter and took a few steps closer, stopping just a foot away from her. 

“You get this look when you’re overthinking. Your eyebrows scrunch up, and you kind of space out, like you’re solving the world’s most complicated puzzle.”

Her lips parted slightly, caught off guard by how easily he read her. “So you stare, hm?” She grinned, trying to lift away the tension.

She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared down at her coffee, feeling a little too exposed under his knowing gaze.

“It’s kinda hard not to.” He replied a minute later, the same expression on his face.

“Well, I’m not always thinking about something.. deep.” she mumbled, but the protest was weak, and she knew it. “It’s just about uni, and other stuff, nothing to worry about.” She shrugged.

Seungmin just chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her chest flutter. “Sure,” he teased lightly, but then his voice softened. “Look, if something’s bothering you—”

“Nothing’s bothering me,” she interrupted quickly, her gaze flicking back to him, trying to muster a convincing smile. “I’m fine.”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You know, for someone who’s known me this long, you’re terrible at lying.”

She let out an exaggerated groan, sinking further into her chair as she covered her face with her hands. “You’re so annoying,” she muttered, but there was no real heat behind her words.

“I try my best,” he quipped, the smirk back in full force. But then his expression softened again, and after a beat, he reached out, his hand ruffling her hair gently. “But seriously, Y/n. If you need to talk, I’m here.”

She peeked out from between her fingers, surprised by the sudden contact. His hand was warm, his touch soft and uncharacteristically gentle. She wasn’t used to this side of him—the one that was careful with her, the one that wasn’t constantly teasing or sarcastic. It made her chest tighten in a way that was both terrifying and comforting.

“I know,” she whispered, her voice small.

He gave a small nod and pulled his hand back, leaning against the counter again like nothing had happened. “Good.”

The room felt warmer now, despite the cool morning air seeping through the windows. Her heart was beating a little faster, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of his touch or the way his gaze lingered on her for just a second too long.

She cleared her throat, desperate to break the tension that was creeping in. “So,” she said, trying to sound casual. “What’s for breakfast?”

– almost 5 minutes later.

“You know,” she spoke, her voice casual now. “You’re really good at this.” She took a bite of the toasted bread, looking at him.

He glanced at her over his shoulder, flipping the last omelette, eyebrow raised. “Good at what? Making breakfast?”

“What? No,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes judging him. “Why do you think I don’t let you make lunch or dinner? I don’t want to be fined because someone blew up the oven.”

“Hey, I'm not that bad,” He glanced her way, defending himself. “I’m literally making breakfast right now.”

“You’ve cooked the same eggs or burnt pancakes for breakfast for almost 4 weeks in a row, Seungmin.” She rolled her eyes, speaking again. “But, what I meant was.. you’re good at comforting me.”

For a second, the air between them shifted, the teasing banter falling away as her words hung in the space between them. He turned fully to face her now, his expression softening as he met her gaze.

“Well,” he said slowly, his voice soft, “you make it pretty easy.”

Her heart did that stupid fluttering thing again, and she quickly averted her gaze, suddenly feeling shy under his intense stare. “You’re such a sap,” she muttered, though her voice lacked the usual bite.

He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes as he turned back to the food, finishing plating the eggs and toast for himself. “Maybe,” he admitted, sliding on the chair beside her. “But only for you.”

She blinked, silently, as her heart skipped a beat at his words. She stared at him, but he didn’t seem fazed by what he’d just said, casually sitting down across from her and taking a bite of his toast like he hadn’t just made her entire world tilt on its axis.

Oh, but little did she know, he was as surprised as her at those words leaving his mouth. The fluttering feeling inside his heart, the way she was looking at him, when he tried so hard to act nonchalant.

She picked up her fork, her hands suddenly feeling clumsy as she poked at her food.

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a/n ♡︎

OMGGGG happy birthday to the love of my life my baby seungminieneeiensiseesn I STILL HAVENT COMPLETED LIX FIC. I AM SO SORRY YALL ILL POST WHEN I CAN 😞😞😞😞 exams start tmr kms this is a twoshot btw. so wait patiently for the final part tysmmm <3 plz reblog/comment/like if u like my fics <33 made another spam acc for skz @loveforseung ALSO I HAVE AO3 !! user's same as @loveforseung go follow !! making a masterlist for all of my posts, plz lmk if u wanna be a part of it ! <3 have a good day ~ – love, yani ♥︎

[tasteracha]

a/n: my brain’s supply of what this 2min nonsense was about. why did they smile at each other like that. about a sports drink.

warnings: piss kink (apologizes in advance), soft dom!minho, poly relationship 2min x reader, smut - minors dni

it starts like this:

you were sick a week ago, bedridden and weak-limbed for days and you would have been absolutely miserable if you didn’t have two lovely partners waiting on your every need. streaming hot soup brought straight to your bed, sweat-soaked sheets changed by one of them while the other helped you shower, endless supplies of water and juices and various drinks kept in a steady supply on your bedside table.

including those goddamn sports drinks. the ones that they still shove down your throat because what if you’re still dehydrated baby? can’t have you passing out can we? doesn’t matter to them that you haven’t been sick for a few days now.

you’re tired of the sticky sweet, slightly salty flavor of them. your eyes burn when they land on the colorful label, the smell of it makes you want to throw the bottle out of your high story apartment window. you’re surprised that your piss isn’t pure sports drink at this point. 

still, you drink them. the smile on their faces when you hand them the empty bottle is enough to keep you doing it. the way they take care of you, the way it makes them happy to see you comfortable? you wouldn’t trade that for the world. 

you’re on your third bottle when minho plops onto the couch next to you, immediately latching onto your side and pulling seungmin down into your lap from where he was sitting on your other side. his head lands on your lower belly and he gasps in surprise, squirming as he gets comfortable. his weight presses against your bladder, full of almost three sports drinks now, and it sends a ting up to your head.

“wait, babe,” you wriggle, trying to dislodge your arm from minho’s grip. “i have to go, give me a minute.”

“no,” minho and seungmin whine together, sharing a grin before settling deeper into you.

“c’mon,” you whine back, tugging again at your arm in vain. “let me gooo.”

“you can wait,” minho throws a leg over yours, thigh almost hitting seungmin’s face as he all but traps you into the cushions. seungmin raises a lazy hand and rubs at the bare skin of minho’s thigh from where his shorts had ridden up. you feel minho shudder a bit against you before relaxing, melting completely into you. 

you sigh and accept it. it’s so rare that the three of you get to sit in once space together and relax; with their album having released recently, they’re always running around on different schedules, performing on various stages and going through interview after interview and even when they come home together they’re so tired that they almost collapse on their feet at the door. when they’re not doing things together they’re off on separate ventures, meetings with choreographers or their producers to write songs or whatever their next project is for that week. 

so with the two of you wrapped around you like this, it does seem a bit silly to dislodge them just to use the bathroom. 

the two of them gently bicker over what to watch, seungmin arguing that you and him were in the middle of a movie before minho came in and minho firing back that he didn’t know what happened during the first half so wouldn’t it be fair to change it to something all three of you could enjoy?

throughout their argument, minho wordlessly hands the sports drink you had left on the coffee table to you, metal straw poised near your mouth. seungmin scratches a bit at his thigh when you take it from him reflexively, just how minho likes it, all while they continue talking at each other. you might not have noticed their behavior if the mere sight of the drink sends a warning signal from your bladder to your brain. 

what are they doing. 

minho glances pointedly at your hand, eyes flickering to your mouth and back, and he smiles in satisfaction when you raise it to your lips and take a tentative sip. you take another when you notice your throat did feel a bit dry, thirst battling with your need to pee in an utterly confusing way. you hope they don’t notice when you squeeze your legs together just a bit, holding off the need to pee in a temporary relief. 

minho meets seungmin’s eyes and the younger tips the drink back towards your mouth from where you had let it lower to your lap. 

“what?” you ask, a little breathless. “i’m not really that thirsty, love. i’ll drink it later.”

seungmin shrugs, turning his attention back to the tv. minho sends a glare to him, but it quickly morphs into a smirk when seungmin puts on the anime the three of you love and have seen four times through, exiting out of the movie. 

you’re still confused, but you let yourself melt back into the cushions and focus on the screen. whatever they were up to, you wouldn’t find out until they wanted you to. you’ve learned that lesson time and time again, and it’s taught you to just let things happen instead of wracking your head over it. the two boys were utterly unpredictable on their own but together? you didn’t stand a chance. 

“let’s take a shower,” seungmin suggests, breaking the comfortable silence the three of you had maintained for a while. a shower sounded nice, especially with the two of them - they always paid you the most attention, lathering you up so gently and rinsing your hair until you were practically purring in their arms. but. if you got up right now, you weren’t sure that you could hold your bladder in. 

you look down at the drink in your hand, intending to hand it over to minho to put away, but it’s finished. you don’t remember drinking any more of it, but you must have done it subconsciously when your attention was on the tv. you didn’t even realize that four episodes had passed already. 

the reminder of the sheer amount of liquid in your body makes your lower belly ache, and you’re this close to telling seungmin to go on without you. however, the toilet was in the same room as the shower - and now that your bladder is in the forefront of your mind, that was where you needed to go as soon as physically possible. 

“go ahead and get the water going, seungminnie,” minho says, voice soft and eyes fond. “we’ll be right there.”

seungmin moves off of your lap, disappearing in a flurry and while you thought the removal of his weight might have helped, it actually did the opposite. it was as if he was stopping you from feeling the full force of your aching bladder, absorbing the feeling into himself somehow, and as soon as he was gone it took over your entire body so intensely that you had to hunch over. 

“let’s go, baby,” minho all but coos at you, standing up but not letting go of your arm. he helps you up, letting you lean against him as the two of you shuffle over to the bathroom in agonizingly slow steps. 

“just give me one second,” you squeeze minho’s hand after he leads you through the double doors, stepping towards the toilet. you’ve been together long enough that peeing in front of them doesn’t phase any one of you, and even if it did you’re too desperate to care right now. 

“not so fast,” minho tugs on your hand and you stumble into him, the movement making you clench so that you don’t pee all over the floor. 

“min, c’mon,” you plead, voice coming out in a whine. “let me go, or i’m going to make a mess and you’re going to have to clean it up.”

“shower first,” he says, his tone making it clear that you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. “you can do it, hmm? you can hold it for us, our good girl.”

his words send another pang throughout your body, this time through your pussy as it all falls into place. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body and your knees feel weak; if he wasn’t holding you up they might have given out there and then. 

“i-i can’t,” you bite out, trying and failing to stand your ground. 

“you can,” minho says, firm and unmovable. you let him peel off your clothes, your entire body shaking and fever-hot all over. he sheds his own quickly, pushing you into the large shower and into seungmin’s arms. you’re glad for him, because otherwise you might have fallen straight to the tiles under the spray in a sad heap. minho slides up behind you and wraps his arms around your midsection, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp. 

the water dripping down your frames and swirling down the drain is transfixing, and you were so close to letting go if the embarrassment of pissing yourself didn’t stop you. you can’t look away from the drain, from the clear water that makes you wonder what it would look like if it was tinged yellow.

“hyung?” seungmin asks, breaking your trance, his eyes shining at minho as he looks at him for guidance. 

“take care of our girl,” minho nods, keeping you still when seungmin moves away. you expect him to reach for the loofah hanging by the shower head, or the bar of soap sitting in the caddy, but instead he sinks to his knees in front of you. he looks up at you with reverence, the shower spray hitting his back and the overhead light shining down on him making him look like some kind of angel. 

or a devil, your mind tells you as he leans forward to press light kisses to your thighs. minho wedges a leg in between yours, nudging your knees apart so seungmin has access to your throbbing pussy. he makes a delighted noise and dives in, tongue flicking at your folds as his hands keep your thighs apart. 

“fuck, seung,” you moan, muscles tightened as you try not to release onto his face. “i can’t hold it.”

neither of them pay you any mind; minho’s hands massage at your lower belly as seungmin laps at you like you’re his last meal, his tongue dipping inside of you and reaching points he never has before.

“p-please,” you gasp, not knowing what you were even asking for. for minho to let up on the pressure around your middle, for seungmin to move his face away from your pussy, for him to go harder and never stop. 

“do you need to go, honey?” minho says, voice right in your ear. it sends a lick of flames up your spine, and seungmin hums into you when you let out a list of syllables that you hope mean god, yes, please let me. “then come for us, and i promise you can go after.”

it’s like his words flip a switch inside of you, because immediately after he orders it you’re coming. your hips jerk against seungmin’s mouth, his nose rubbing against your clit as the fire climbs downwards and explodes into embers that take over your entire body. 

when the last of the shocks fade away, the pang of desperation from your bladder comes back in full force. your knees shake, you can feel your entire body trembling in an attempt to not piss all over your boyfriend who is still kneeling between your legs. 

“baby, come up here,” minho calls to seungmin, pulling him away from where he had begun sucking at your inner thigh. he rises to his knees in an unfairly graceful way and presses his body up against your front so you’re sandwiched between them. the gentle pressure of his hips pushing against minho’s hands makes you double over, your face squishing against seungmin’s chest as you finally lose control over yourself. 

you can feel the warm stream sliding down your legs, the sound of it mixing with the shower spray and creating some kind of weird harmony. you let out a sob, half from the utter relief you feel at letting go and half at the embarrassment of pissing yourself like this, even if they made you do it. you close your eyes and throw your head back against minho’s collarbone, mouth hanging open from how overwhelmed you feel. 

“i’m sorry,” you choke out, chest heaving in with your breaths and shuddering out. the flow finally tapers off, the last bits of release tricking down and swirling down the drain. “fuck, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, love,” seungmin shushes you, sliding a hand up your waist as minho presses wet kisses to the back of your head. “that was so fucking hot, you don’t even know.”

you watch with tired eyes as minho’s hand creeps around you to circle around seungmin’s dick, hard and upright, and seungmin sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. his own hand snakes behind you, to minho’s cock, and they jerk each other off with you between them, pliant and jelly limped as you lean against them. they come together, both of their heads buried into your neck and their combined come spurting out onto your legs and sliding down like your piss had earlier. 

the three of you stand there for several moments, catching your breath and regaining the feeling in your legs. seungmin does actually reach for the loofah then, lathering it up with minho’s expensive soaps and spending extra time scrubbing at your legs. you float in a dazed mess as they rinse you off, wrapping you in a fluffy towel and then guiding your limbs into satin pajamas. 

“thirsty?” seungmin asks after he deposits you into the covers of your shared california king bed, and your parched throat aches to say yes. you almost do, but when you turn your head to look at what’s in his outstretched hand it’s - 

a bottle of the god damn sports drink. 

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[babybreadthings]

When you like a ship so much that you can read it and not even need the smut along with it. All you do is sigh like some victorian maiden receiving written poetry from a suitor for the first time.

[meawqing]

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[gagwanzsource]

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[my-ot8-is-fate]

minho: can you do a weird favour for me without asking difficult questions? seungmin: is that not the bedrock upon which our relationship is founded?

[sskzlover]

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𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬: Y/N is one of the biggest photographers for self made models. Some how, Y/N gets hired by Seungmins team. Y/N and Seungmin never liked each other throughout school and never wanted to interact again.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: enemies to lovers, model!seungmin x photographer!reader

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: started 10/18/24 - active

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mild-strong language, suggestive jokes

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