at the same damn time
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pairing: seungmin, lee know x fem reader
word count: 7K
contains: +18, threesome, oral (f&m rec.), unprotected sex (don't), slight choking, anal sex/double penetration, praise, degradation!!!!, overstimulation (f rec.), breeding kink, dirty talk, reader is dripping. so. much. (i think thats it???)
authors note: english is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in advance +++ requests are open! :)
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summary: At a party in your home, Lee Know and Seungmin, two close friends who didn’t know each other, met for the first time and instantly clashed when they realized how close each of them was to you, sensing that they both wanted you, and that maybe… you wanted both of them.
!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!
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You never meant to pit them against each other.
Lee Know and Seungmin, two constants in your life, two people who knew you in ways no one else did. But from entirely different corners of your world. Separate, safe, uncomplicated.
Until tonight.
Your apartment buzzed with laughter spilling into every room as your party roared on. You floated from group to group, refilling drinks, accepting compliments, hugging friends. Somewhere between handing out cupcakes and dancing in your kitchen, you didn’t notice the way two pairs of eyes followed you. Closely. Carefully.
Lee Know leaned against the wall by the record player, drink in hand, jaw tight. Seungmin sat on the arm of your couch, lips pressed into a line, pretending to listen to someone talk.
Neither of them knew each other. Not until tonight. But the moment they met, really met, right there in your living room, with your laughter echoing in both their ears, something twisted sharp in the air between them.
Because they saw it. The way you touched both their arms when you passed. The inside jokes. The shared glances. The quiet affection you gave out like candy.
And maybe they knew. Maybe they both realized it at the exact same time.
They wanted you.
And you, God help you, you wanted them both.
-
You were in the kitchen, laughing with a friend you hadn’t seen in months, pouring drinks into plastic cups and offering snacks like the perfect host you were. Oblivious to the cold front forming in your living room.
Lee Know had moved closer to the couch, not because he cared about the conversation happening there, but because you had just touched Seungmin’s shoulder as you passed him a drink. He had watched the way Seungmin smiled at you, that small, barely-there smirk that looked like it meant something. Something personal. Too personal.
He didn’t like it.
Seungmin noticed Lee Know watching. And worse, he noticed that same expression in his eyes. Recognition. Frustration. Possession.
Seungmin turned his head slowly. “You’re Minho, right?”
Lee Know’s jaw ticked. He nodded. “Seungmin.”
They stared at each other like two wolves trying to decide if the other was bluffing.
“She talks about you,” Seungmin said, voice even, tone unreadable. “Didn’t think you’d show up tonight.”
“She invited me.” Minho’s reply came clipped. “I didn’t know she invited you.”
Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, glancing toward the kitchen where your laughter rang out like a melody they were both addicted to. “She invites a lot of people. But not everyone makes her smile like that.”
Minho followed his gaze. There you were again, cheeks flushed with joy, drink in hand, laughing at something someone said. You looked like sunlight.
“You think you’re the reason she smiles like that?” Minho’s tone darkened, soft but sharp. “You’re just a friend, right?”
“Same as you,” Seungmin shot back.
Minho’s fingers curled around his cup.
“You’ve known her for what?” Minho added, eyes narrowing. “Few months? That’s cute.”
Seungmin's eyes didn’t waver. “I’ve known her long enough to know she doesn’t like being forced to choose. And maybe that’s why she hasn’t.”
“She’s not choosing,” Minho said again, quieter this time. “And you know why. You’re not stupid.”
Neither of them said it. That you wanted them both. That they could see it in the way you spoke to them, touched them, looked at them. But you never crossed a line. You never said it out loud. And neither did they. Until now.
For a second, silence.
The kind that made the air feel heavy. The kind that cracked something open.
Then Seungmin stood, cup dangling from his fingers. “If she’s not choosing, we both have a problem.”
Minho stepped forward, close, too close. “Or maybe you do.”
They stood there, shoulder to shoulder, tension humming like a wire about to snap, until someone called your name from the hallway, your voice floating out a moment later.
You didn’t realize how quiet it had gotten in the living room until you stepped into it.
The music still played in the background, bass low and steady, and someone was laughing from the balcony, but inside your apartment, something felt… off. Heavy.
You had just hugged a friend goodbye at the door and turned back into the main room, smile fading as your eyes landed on the two of them.
Lee Know and Seungmin stood way too close, eyes locked in a silent war. They weren’t fighting. Not technically. But the tension between them was thick enough to taste. Barely contained, radiating off their bodies like static.
And worse? They both looked at you at the exact same time.
You blinked. “Okay… what the hell is going on?”
They didn’t answer.
You looked from one to the other, Lee Know’s jaw was set, unreadable, but you could see something burning behind his eyes. Seungmin’s usual calm was gone, replaced with something sharp, too tightly coiled for comfort.
“You’re both acting weird,” you said slowly, stepping closer. “Did something happen?”
Lee Know spoke first, voice flat. “No.”
Seungmin added, “Not yet.”
You crossed your arms. “You literally just met tonight. Why do you look like you’re about to fight?”
Minho looked at Seungmin again before turning to you. “Didn’t realize you were this close with him.”
Seungmin tilted his head. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”
Your stomach dropped a little.
Shit.
You had been careful, at least, you thought you had. You didn’t flirt too obviously, didn’t push boundaries, never said too much. But now, looking at them, two guys who couldn’t be more different, and somehow exactly the same, you knew.
You knew they had figured it out.
They knew how much time you gave to both of them. How soft your voice got when you spoke to them. How easy it was to fall into moments with each of them. You hadn’t said anything, because choosing one would mean losing the other, and you… couldn’t.
You didn’t want to.
And now, standing between them, you felt that decision catch up to you like a wave ready to break.
“You’re both acting like this is my fault,” you muttered, softer now, unsure where to look. “I never-”
Minho interrupted. “You never chose.”
Seungmin didn’t say anything. Just looked at you. Looked through you, like he was searching for something in your face.
“I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” you whispered.
“And now,” Seungmin said quietly, “you might’ve hurt both of us.”
The words hit harder than you expected.
For a moment, no one said anything. You were caught between them, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding with everything you never said and everything they finally had.
You didn’t move.
Neither did they.
The silence was suffocating.
Their eyes were on you, waiting, expecting a real answer, a name, a choice that would split the night into before and after.
But you were done pretending this was something you could decide like picking a drink off a menu.
So you looked at them, at Seungmin with that unreadable expression, at Minho with his guarded stare, and said it.
“I won’t choose. It’s simple.” Your voice was steady, clearer than either of them had ever heard. “I want both of you. Either I have both… or I have none of you.”
And just like that, you turned and walked out, leaving them standing there in the golden dark.
At first, neither of them moved. Like your words hadn’t quite landed. Like they weren’t sure they’d heard you right.
Minho blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Seungmin didn’t answer immediately. His brow furrowed, eyes still fixed on the space you’d just vacated. “She… wants both of us?”
Minho scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but does she mean both of us, like… friends? Or-”
Seungmin cut in, voice low, almost hesitant. “Or does she mean both of us. Together.”
The silence stretched again, longer this time. More loaded.
Minho let out a breath, like something heavy had just landed on his chest. “She wouldn’t say that. Not like that. Would she?”
Seungmin didn’t look at him. Just kept his gaze locked on the hallway where you disappeared. “You’ve known her longer. You tell me.”
Minho didn’t answer.
Because the truth was, you weren’t the type to bluff. Not like that. You didn’t say things you didn’t mean.
And the way you had said it, cool, certain, like it was the only option that made sense, it had done something to both of them. Shaken the ground beneath whatever lines they had drawn between you and them. Between each other.
Seungmin finally moved, setting his untouched drink down on the table.
Minho watched him, eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”
“Going to find her,” Seungmin said, already walking away. “You can stay here if you want.”
Minho hesitated. Just for a second.
Then followed.
Because neither of them really knew what you meant, but god help them, they needed to find out.
You didn’t come back. Not really.
You floated in and out of rooms like smoke, slipping past them without ever settling. Every now and then, you’d pass by, brushing Minho’s arm as you reached over to grab a drink, leaning close to Seungmin with a soft smile and a too-quiet “excuse me.” And then you were gone again.
Not ignoring them, exactly. Just... circling them. Keeping the tension alive, letting it stretch thinner and thinner like a wire ready to snap.
Minho watched it happen first. The way your fingers lingered just a second too long on Seungmin’s wrist as you handed him a bottle. The way you looked up at him through your lashes as you walked past, a half-smile tugging at your lips like you knew exactly what you were doing.
Then Seungmin caught on.
“She’s doing it on purpose,” he muttered under his breath, leaning next to Minho against the kitchen counter. The crowd had thinned out, but the music still pulsed from someone’s phone in the corner. The hour was late, the air sticky with heat and leftover perfume.
Minho sipped from his drink. “You think?”
Seungmin glanced sideways. “You don’t?”
Minho shrugged, but even that felt forced. “She’s always been like this.”
Seungmin gave him a dry look. “Not with me.”
They both stood there for a beat, eyes scanning the room. You were perched on the arm of a chair across the space, laughing at something someone said. But your eyes flicked to them for the briefest moment, sharp, knowing, playful, and then looked away again.
“She said she wants both of us,” Seungmin said quietly, like he still didn’t believe the words.
“She also said she’d take none of us if we made her choose.” Minho sounded more bitter than he meant to.
Seungmin tapped his fingers against the counter. “So… what the hell does that mean?”
Minho let out a dry laugh. “You're asking me? I thought you were the clever one.”
“I am,” Seungmin muttered. “That’s why I’m trying not to fuck this up.”
Minho tilted his head, finally looking at him. “You like her.”
Seungmin didn’t deny it. “You do too.”
Silence settled over them again, thicker this time, but not angry.
“Do you think…” Seungmin hesitated, then ran a hand over his mouth. “Is she really saying what I think she’s saying?”
“You mean the part where she wants both of us… to cross the line with her?” Minho asked bluntly.
Seungmin’s ears flushed red. “Yeah. That.”
Minho looked back at you. You were standing now, saying something to someone as you walked down the hallway toward your room. Your hand brushed your hair behind your ear, hips swaying just a little more than usual.
“She hasn’t looked at anyone else like that tonight,” Minho said under his breath.
Seungmin glanced at him. “You noticed too?”
“Hard not to.”
The music had gone quiet.
The party was dying out.
But whatever this was between them, it was only just starting.
“You wanna do something stupid?” Minho asked suddenly, setting his drink down.
Seungmin’s brow arched. “Depends. How stupid?”
“Like... ask her what she actually meant.”
Seungmin stared at him for a second. Then, slowly, nodded.
“Yeah. Okay. Let’s be stupid.”
And together, side by side, they pushed off the counter and headed down the hallway, toward the room you had just disappeared into, toward the truth they weren’t ready for, and maybe, just maybe, toward each other.
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The door clicked shut behind you with a soft snick, muffling the sounds of the fading party.
You leaned back against it, heart still pounding, not from dancing, or laughing, or the wine buzzing in your veins. But from them.
You had felt their eyes on you all night. Two sets. Warm and sharp. Hungry and hesitant.
You hadn’t said another word to them after that moment. After you told them you wanted both or none. You had left them in that quiet, knowing it would eat at them, chew through their pride, make them question everything they thought they knew about you, about each other.
Good. Let them wonder.
You slipped off your shoes, the floor cold beneath your toes as you padded toward your bed. The soft fabric of your dress clung to your skin, the weight of your own words still thick in your chest.
“I want both of you.”
It hadn’t been a threat. Or a fantasy. It was the truth.
You meant every word.
Because how could you not want them both?
Minho, who watched you like he saw straight through your walls. Who moved quiet and precise, like everything he did was deliberate, even the way he teased, even the way he touched your wrist in passing, like he was memorizing the feel of you.
And Seungmin, who knew how to speak in silences. Who didn’t waste words, but always said just enough to make you ache. Who made you feel seen and teased and challenged, like he was never going to let you keep your secrets if he could help it.
They were so different. But underneath, so alike. Smart. Sharp. Careful. Dangerous, in the exact same way.
You had always known it couldn’t last forever, the hiding. The pretending.
So now… they knew.
The question was: what would they do about it?
You sat at the edge of your bed, legs crossed, fingers playing with the hem of your dress. The noise from the rest of the apartment had faded completely now, people gone or asleep, doors closed, music silenced.
You heard them before you saw them.
Footsteps. Two pairs. Heavy, slow, unsure.
Your door creaked open, no knock, just bold curiosity, and there they were.
Seungmin stepped in first. His gaze was sharp, serious, but uncertain. Minho followed a second later, his eyes darting between you and Seungmin, then back to you. His expression unreadable.
You didn’t move. You just looked at them from your spot on the bed, legs crossed, one brow arched like you were expecting them.
“Party’s over,” you said softly, voice smooth as honey.
Minho’s jaw flexed. “We know.”
They didn’t sit. Didn’t come closer. Just stood there, the two of them, staring at you like you were some kind of puzzle neither of them could crack.
“So?” you asked, head tilted. “Figure it out yet?”
Seungmin’s voice was quiet. Careful. “Did you mean it?”
You smiled. Slow. Wicked. “Which part?”
Minho took a step forward. “You said you wanted both of us.”
Your silence was louder than any answer.
“Did you mean… like that?” Seungmin added, a flush rising to his cheeks.
You didn’t break eye contact. Not with either of them.
“Why else would I say it?” you said, voice low, just a breath above a whisper.
That hit them like lightning.
Minho’s eyes darkened. Seungmin blinked, lips parting, but no words came.
Still, they didn’t move.
So you stood.
Walked toward them slowly, stopping just inches away, close enough to feel the heat radiating off both of them.
“I want you both.” you murmured. “I’m not choosing. I won’t. If that’s a problem, you can walk out right now.”
Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.
Neither of them moved. Not forward. Not back.
So you asked, voice barely a whisper now, “Is it a problem?”
And that, that, was the moment everything changed.
They still didn’t speak.
But this time, you didn’t need them to.
Because something had changed in the silence. Something electric passed between them, not hesitation anymore, not confusion. Just… understanding.
So you went back to the bed as they looked at each other. And it was like they already knew.
Minho’s eyes met Seungmin’s, a single breath passing between them. No challenge. No question. Just a quiet agreement.
Minho would go first. Of course he would.
He was already moving, slow, controlled, the way he always was. Like nothing could shake him, like he was the calm eye of a storm that hadn’t hit you yet. He stopped in front of you, fingers brushing lightly along your jaw, tilting your chin up.
And then, he kissed you.
It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a warning. It was a claim.
Slow, deep, with a kind of restrained hunger that made your fingers dig into the sheets at your sides. He kissed like he had been waiting for this, for years, maybe. Like he knew your mouth already and wanted to remind you it belonged to him.
When he finally pulled back, your lips tingled.
And behind you, you felt Seungmin’s fingers on your back.
Slow.
Steady.
They found the zipper of your dress without a word, and as Minho stepped aside, Seungmin leaned in close to your ear.
“Keep looking at him,” he whispered, voice smooth and dark as velvet. “I want to see your face when I open you up.”
Your breath caught.
The zipper slid down, lazy and soft, the fabric falling away from your shoulders like it had been waiting for him too. You could feel Seungmin’s gaze on your skin, like he wasn’t just undressing you, but studying you. Worshiping the reveal in silence.
And Minho…
He watched.
His tongue dragged slowly across his bottom lip as the dress slid lower, exposing more of you, shoulders, the curve of your spine, the softness of your thighs. His fingers twitched at his sides like he wanted to touch but knew it wasn’t his turn. Not yet.
Seungmin’s mouth brushed your shoulder. Just once. Barely a kiss.
Then, your name.
Soft. Low. From both of them.
Minho’s hand reached for your thigh, fingers tracing upward with a slowness that made your entire body ache. Seungmin’s hand moved up your back, steadying you as he leaned in, close enough for his breath to warm your neck.
They hadn’t rehearsed this.
But somehow, they moved like they had.
Your dress slipped the rest of the way down, puddling around your hips. You should’ve felt exposed, half-naked, breathless, kneeling on the bed between two boys who’d only been strangers hours ago. But instead, all you felt was fire.
Minho reached for your throat, not tight, not choking, just there, his fingers curling lightly around your neck as he tilted your head up to face him again. His thumb pressed beneath your chin.
“Look at you,” he said, voice low and dark with something between admiration and cruelty. “Practically begging without saying a word.”
Seungmin chuckled behind you, fingers now sliding down your spine with a touch that felt like ice after flame. “I don’t think she can beg,” he murmured, “Not yet. She’s too busy trying to be a good girl for both of us”
You shivered.
Minho leaned in, lips brushing yours, barely. “You hear that? He thinks you’re good. You going to prove him wrong for me?”
But you didn’t answer.
So he grabbed your jaw. Gentle, but sharp enough to make your breath catch and your thighs squeeze together.
“Answer me, sweetheart.”
“Yes,” you gasped, throat dry. “Yes, I’ll prove it. Please…”
“Mm,” Seungmin hummed behind you, finally tugging the dress from your hips, leaving you bare. “She does beg. Look at that.”
Minho dropped to his knees on the bed, pulling you down with him so you were spread open between them. He grabbed your thigh, pushed it wide, exposing all of you to Seungmin without hesitation.
“You’re soaked,” Minho muttered, almost to himself. “She wants this. She wanted us mean.”
Seungmin knelt behind you, chest pressed to your back as he slid a hand between your legs. Fingers teasing, slow, just enough to make you twitch.
“Did you think we’d be gentle with you?” he whispered against your ear, voice cruelly sweet. “You walk around all night teasing us like that, and expect us to be kind?”
“I-I wanted-”
“You wanted to be used,” Minho cut in, mouth now trailing down your stomach, his lips ghosting just above your core. “Tell us.”
“I wanted to be used,” you whispered, breathless, broken already, and they hadn’t even really touched you yet.
Minho’s mouth latched onto your inner thigh, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Seungmin shoved two fingers inside you without warning.
Your back arched, Minho held you down.
“God,” Seungmin breathed, watching the way you clenched around his fingers. “She’s tight. Minho, you think she can take both of us?”
Minho looked up from between your thighs, eyes wicked. “She’ll have to. She said she wanted both. That wasn’t just for attention, was it, baby?”
You shook your head frantically. “No-fuck-I want it, I want everything.”
Seungmin curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made your moan cut off in your throat.
“I think we should make her say who’s better,” he said casually. “See which one she falls apart first.”
“No,” Minho said, grinning as he finally leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly through your cunt. “Let her try to compare. Let’s break her in first.”
Seungmin kissed the back of your neck, soft, almost tender, and then bit down, just enough to leave you gasping.
“You want us to ruin you?” he murmured. “Together?”
“Yes-yes, please-”
Minho sucked your clit, slow and mean, while Seungmin finger-fucked you deeper, faster, his free hand gripping your throat now, light pressure, just enough to make the world tilt. Your moans turned to gasps, your hips rocking between their mouths, their hands, their voices.
“Look at her,” Minho groaned. “Taking both our hands like she was made for it.”
“You were made for us,” Seungmin added, voice low and sure. “Two mouths, four hands, two cocks. You wanted to be split open, didn’t you, baby?”
You nodded frantically, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming need curling deep in your gut.
“You can stop pretending you can handle it,” Minho growled. “Cry for us. We’ll fuck you through it.”
And in that moment, held between them, taken apart by them, worshipped and wrecked, you knew you had never not want them. You had never not crave the way they gave you everything and still held back, just to hear you beg again.
Your body was trembling, thighs spread wide, legs threatening to give out, but Minho’s grip was unforgiving. His hands pressed into your hips, holding you down like he owned you, mouth dragging through your soaked pussy with maddening precision. Tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth just grazing.
You were already gone.
But he wasn’t letting you go.
“Stay still,” Minho growled against you, his voice muffled by your skin, breath hot and damp. “You’re not done yet.”
You whimpered, hands clutching the sheets, toes curling.
And then Seungmin leaned in from behind you.
One hand cupped your jaw, fingers sliding into your hair, tilting your head back until your neck arched. His other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you tight against him, grounding you through the chaos. And his eyes, sharp, dark, locked onto yours like he could feel the way you were unraveling.
Then he kissed you.
And everything else disappeared.
Seungmin didn’t kiss like someone sharing. He kissed like someone claiming. His tongue slid into your mouth with practiced ease, like he knew exactly how to make you melt. His lips moved rough, demanding, his teeth nipping your bottom lip, pulling a gasp from your throat that Minho devoured from below.
You moaned into Seungmin’s mouth, the sound raw, desperate, and he groaned into yours in return, like the taste of your whimpers was the best thing he have ever had.
“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips. “You’re so fucking loud with his mouth on you.”
You tried to reply, but all that came out was a broken cry, Minho had flattened his tongue against your clit, relentless now, his pace no longer teasing but ruthless. Wet and messy and precise.
“Shh,” Seungmin whispered, his fingers tightening in your hair. “Let him finish what you begged for.”
You could barely think, barely breathe. One hand reached down, fisting in Minho’s hair, trying to ground yourself, but that only made him groan against your cunt, the vibration sending shockwaves through you.
“You gonna come for him?” Seungmin taunted, lips brushing your ear now, his voice soft and mean.
Your hips jolted.
Minho looked up at you, lips slick, chin shining. He smirked like he knew you were seconds from breaking.
“Do it,” he said, breathless, eyes dark. “Let us watch you fall apart.”
And with Seungmin kissing your mouth raw and Minho’s tongue dragging you straight into oblivion.
You shattered. Loud and messy and shaking, your moan caught between Seungmin’s lips and Minho’s mouth still on you, licking you through it like he was starving.
“God damn,” Seungmin whispered, pulling back just to watch your face. “That’s what I wanted.”
Minho didn’t stop.
He didn’t even slow down.
And Seungmin smiled as he wiped a tear from your cheek, voice dangerously sweet:
“Oh, baby. You don't think we were done, do you?”
Your body hadn’t stopped shaking.
You were still trembling when Minho finally pulled away from between your legs, chin glistening, lips parted, eyes heavy with hunger. He looked wrecked just from tasting you, like the act had undone him as much as it had ruined you.
And Seungmin?
He was already moving.
You didn’t even notice when he started stripping, too lost in the aftershocks, in the way Minho kissed his way up your body now, along your inner thigh, your stomach, your chest. Slow only because he knew what was coming next.
By the time you opened your eyes again, Seungmin was kneeling behind you, completely bare, his cock pressed against your lower back. You felt his hands spreading your legs wider again, his mouth brushing your shoulder like a warning.
“Still want both of us?” he asked, tone mocking, but careful, still giving you the out you never wanted.
“Yes,” you breathed. “Please. I want you both.”
Both of them. At once.
Minho met your eyes, crouched over you like a predator, hair tousled, gaze dark and possessive. He cupped your cheek, leaned in, and kissed you, slow and deep and filthy, like he was shoving every filthy thought into your mouth.
Then he whispered, “On your hands and knees.”
You obeyed.
The sheets were soft beneath your palms, your back arched naturally, your thighs already spread wide from the way they had handled you. And when you felt Seungmin line himself up behind you, the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance, you whimpered.
“Deep breath,” he murmured, right before he pushed in.
He didn’t ease in gently. He sank into you, one slow, steady thrust, bottoming out all at once like he wanted to split you in half.
You choked on a moan.
“Fuck-she takes it,” Seungmin groaned, hands gripping your hips hard. “She’s so fucking tight like this.”
Minho watched, biting his lip, then shifted closer until his cock was brushing against your lips.
“Open up, baby.”
You didn’t hesitate. You couldn’t.
You wrapped your mouth around him, moaning as Seungmin started thrusting from behind, deep and punishing. The way you rocked forward with every snap of his hips only made Minho fuck your mouth deeper, both of them falling into rhythm like this was a dance they were born to do.
Minho’s hands tangled in your hair, guiding you, fucking your mouth with low groans spilling from his lips.
“God, she looks good like this,” he muttered. “Drooling around my cock while you wreck her.”
Seungmin slammed into you harder.
“She wants it like this. You hear the sounds she makes? She needs to be ruined.”
You moaned around Minho’s cock, eyes watering, jaw aching, but none of it mattered. The stretch of Seungmin inside you, the heat of Minho on your tongue, the way they talked about you like you weren’t even there, all of it was too much. Too good.
“Mess her up,” Minho growled, thrusting harder. “I want her sore tomorrow. I want everyone at that party to know what we did to her.”
“She’s ours now,” Seungmin hissed, leaning over your back, fucking into you harder, deeper. “You hear that, baby? You gave yourself to us. Don’t think we’ll give you back.”
You tried to speak, but your mouth was full, your body burning, your mind empty.
And they didn’t stop.
They used you, fucking you, owning you. Minho fucked your mouth like it was his, Seungmin split you open like he was carving his name inside. Their voices blurred into one, taunting, praising, claiming.
You didn’t stand a chance.
And you never wanted to.
Your knees were burning against the mattress. Your arms shook from the strain of holding yourself up. But you didn’t dare stop. Couldn’t. Not with the way Seungmin was pounding into you from behind, not with Minho’s cock still deep in your throat.
They had found a rhythm, slow enough to drag it out, brutal enough to make you cry. Your eyes were red, your face a mess of spit and tears, but the only thing you could focus on was the way they kept talking.
“Fuck, her mouth gets tighter when you fuck her harder,” Minho hissed, holding your head still, his hips rolling slowly, burying himself deep with every thrust. “She likes hearing us talk about her.”
“She wants to be degraded,” Seungmin growled behind you, snapping his hips forward so hard your body jolted. “Isn’t that right, baby? Want to be nothing but a fucktoy for us?”
You moaned, tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken gag around Minho’s cock. He pulled out, letting you breathe, watching your drool spill down your chin as you gasped for air.
“She’d say yes if she could,” Minho muttered, thumb brushing over your spit-slick lips. “Look at her. She loves this.”
Seungmin grabbed your hair, yanking you up so your back arched, your body pressed flush against his chest now, cock still buried inside you.
“You want us to come inside you?” he growled into your ear, his voice sharp and mean. “You want both of us to fill you up?”
You nodded frantically, your breath catching.
Minho stroked himself in front of you now, watching your face. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” you gasped, voice broken. “Please-fill me up, both of you-I want it-”
Minho grabbed your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks.
“Beg for it.”
“Please,” you cried. “P-please come inside me-I want to feel it, I want to be full-used, ruined-please—”
That broke something in them.
Seungmin shoved you forward, and slammed into you again, fucking you harder than before. His hands gripped your waist so tightly you’d have bruises. But you didn’t care, you wanted them.
Minho straddled the bed in front of you, sliding his cock back into your mouth, fucking it faster now, rougher.
“Take it, baby” he snapped. “Take it like a good little slut.”
You could feel it building again, your body coiling, the overstimulation making your head spin.
Seungmin groaned behind you, voice wrecked. “Gonna come-fuck—gonna fill you up so good—”
“Don’t pull out,” you choked, your voice barely a whisper around Minho’s cock. “Please—please, come inside me—”
But then, Minho pulled out.
“Fuck, tongue out”
You obeyed. Instantly.
He gave himself one last slow stroke, and in one second, his cum was slipping down your tongue, then pulling his cock inside your mouth one last time. You swallowed everything, gagging and moaning and so far gone you didn’t even know your name anymore.
Seconds later, Seungmin cursed and slammed in deep, cock pulsing as he came inside you, hot, thick, too much. You felt it all. You loved it.
They didn’t move right away. Just stayed there, panting, holding you down, like they couldn’t believe what just happened.
Then Seungmin pulled out slowly, your body clenching around the emptiness, his cum already dripping down your thighs. Minho leaned over you, thumb wiping your lips, still parted and red from how hard he had used you.
“You wanted to be ruined?” he whispered, almost sweet. “Consider it done.”
You collapsed into the sheets, body spent, heart racing.
And even though they had taken everything, your voice, your control, your sanity, you… you wanted more.
You were shaking.
Your arms had given out. Your thighs were soaked, your voice wrecked, your mind barely clinging to reality, but somehow, through the blur, through the sweat and tears and spit, you whispered:
“More… please.”
The room went silent.
You felt it immediately: the shift in energy. Their hands paused. Their breathing stilled. Minho’s eyes flicked to Seungmin’s. A silent exchange. A spark. An understanding.
“Oh,” Minho murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. “She’s insatiable.”
Seungmin laughed behind you, but it wasn’t soft. It was dark. Mean.
“You hear that?” he said, sliding two fingers between your legs and dragging them through the mess they’d left inside you. “She’s begging for more, even while she’s dripping our cum.”
He brought his fingers to your lips.
“Suck.”
You obeyed.
You wrapped your lips around his fingers like you had been waiting all night just for this, moaning as you tasted yourself mixed with him. Filthy. Shameful. Perfect.
Minho sat beside you on the bed, his palm gliding over your back, down to your ass. He spread you open again and groaned at the sight.
“Still so fucking wet,” he muttered. “Look at this mess, Seungmin.”
“She did this to herself,” Seungmin replied. “Wanted both of us. Asked for this.”
“And now,” Minho said, hand sliding between your legs, fingers teasing your overstimulated clit, “she’s going to take it again.”
Your whole body jerked. It was too much, but you didn’t say stop.
You said more.
Seungmin moved first.
He flipped you onto your back, not caring how wrecked you looked, because to him, you were beautiful like this. Ruined. Marked. Owned.
He leaned over you, eyes locked on yours.
“You still want both of us?” he whispered, his tone mocking but his gaze soft. “Even now?”
You nodded. Desperate. Breathless. “Yes. Please.”
Minho was already between your legs again, tongue swiping through your folds, tasting the mess he and Seungmin left inside you. He moaned.
“God,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak, “you taste like all of us. You like that, don’t you? Being filled, used, claimed.”
You choked out a sound, somewhere between a sob and a whimper.
Seungmin kissed you hard, no tenderness, just heat. His cock pressed against your inner thigh, already hard again. Already.
“She’s ready for it,” Minho said, rising, hand wrapping around his cock. “Let her ride me.”
Seungmin didn’t hesitate. He helped you onto Minho’s lap, let you straddle him while your legs trembled. You reached down, lined him up, and sank onto him with a cry that echoed through the room.
Minho’s head dropped back.
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned. “So tight. So fucking desperate.”
And then, Seungmin stood behind you again.
You froze.
“W-wait—” you gasped.
He kissed your neck.
“You said more.”
Minho gripped your hips tight. “You want both of us at once, baby?”
Your whole body lit up.
“Y-yes,” you whispered. “Fuck yes, I want it.”
Minho was already buried deep inside you, and now Seungmin was behind you, teasing your other entrance with slick fingers, stretching you slowly.
You cried out, overwhelmed, burning, needing.
“Relax,” Seungmin whispered. “You’re doing so good. Taking us both like you were made for it.”
Then, he pushed in.
You screamed.
Too full. Too much. Too... good.
Minho wrapped his arms around you, holding you steady, whispering filth into your ear while Seungmin slowly thrust behind you. The pressure was intense. Blinding.
And then, they moved together.
In sync. Like your body was built for them.
One filled you. The other stretched you. Their hands held you in place, their voices tangled around you, and the stretch, the fullness, their cocks rubbing inside you at once.
You were gone.
“Fuck, look at her,” Seungmin moaned. “She’s fucking crying. You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?”
“She’s shaking,” Minho growled, nails digging into your thighs. “Let’s ruin her.”
And they did.
They fucked you. Not just hard, but deep. Slow. Precise. Every thrust made you cry out, made your body quake. Every sound you made, they used it, taunted you, praised you, punished you.
You couldn’t think.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t stop shaking.
You belonged to them now. And they knew it.
Minho was beneath you, thick and deep inside your cunt, and Seungmin was behind you, slowly working his cock into your ass, his fingers having barely prepped you before he decided you were ready. Because of course you were. You asked for this.
Your body had never felt this full.
You were spread wide across both of them, legs trembling, arms too weak to hold yourself up. And yet, you held on. You let it happen. Because you wanted to feel them both, deep inside you at the same damn time.
And when Seungmin finally pressed all the way in, your mouth fell open in a silent scream.
“Holy fuck,” Minho groaned, arms tightening around your waist. “You feel that, Seungmin?”
“She’s squeezing me so fucking tight,” Seungmin hissed, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. “She’s soaked.”
It wasn’t an exaggeration.
Every thrust, every tiny movement, made the most obscene, wet, filthy sounds. The slick mess between your thighs had become a pool on Minho’s abs. The evidence of everything they had done to you dripped down his stomach, smeared between your thighs, dripping down your legs.
And they loved it.
“Shit, I can hear it,” Minho breathed, voice wrecked. “Listen to how wet she is. She’s fucking dripping down.”
Seungmin leaned forward, one hand wrapping around your throat, the other gripping your hip tight.
“You hear that, baby?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “That sound? That’s what it’s like when you get double stuffed.”
You whimpered, eyes rolling back, fingers clawing at Minho’s chest for something to hold onto.
They were moving.
It wasn’t rushed. They didn’t need to be fast. They needed to feel.
Seungmin pulled out just a little while Minho pushed up into you. Then Minho stilled while Seungmin rocked forward again. A perfect rhythm, one pushing while the other retreated. Over and over. Like they were sharing you.
And each thrust… Slap. Squish.
Your pussy was so drenched, so overfucked, that every movement echoed through the room.
“She’s fucking loud,” Minho groaned. “Listen to how she squelches every time I push in. She’s leaking down my cock.”
“Messy girl,” Seungmin murmured against your neck. “You love this, don’t you?”
You tried to nod, but Seungmin’s hand around your throat tightened slightly, holding you still.
“Say it.”
“Y-Yes,” you gasped. “I love it. I love you inside me, both of you, please don’t stop.”
“Oh, we’re not stopping,” Minho growled. “Not until this bed is ruined.”
They began to pick up the pace.
Minho slammed into you from below while Seungmin pounded in from behind, harder now. Rough. Unrelenting. And still, the wet, filthy sounds grew louder. Every thrust was a symphony of slick skin and raw want. The bed shook. The air was thick with heat and sweat and sex.
You were gone.
Completely.
Your eyes were unfocused, your mouth hung open, drool spilling down your chin. You couldn’t even speak. Couldn’t do anything but take it. Their cocks filled you so deeply your body twitched with every stroke.
Seungmin slapped your ass hard.
“You're taking us so good.”
Minho gripped your hips tighter.
“Fucking look at her. Dripping like a goddamn whore.”
Their cocks dragged inside you with perfect, devastating rhythm, pushing into you until there was nothing left untouched. The overstimulation made your clit throb, your body quiver, and then-
“Fuck,” Seungmin gasped. “She’s clenching. You gonna come again, baby?”
You couldn’t answer.
Your body did it for you.
It hit like lightning.
Your orgasm tore through you, violent, shattering, unstoppable. You screamed, loud, broken, feral, as both men held you down and kept thrusting. Your pussy clenched so hard around Minho that he cursed and spilled inside you, groaning as he emptied himself.
Seungmin wasn’t far behind. He slammed in once, twice, then shoved himself in as deep as possible and came, hot and thick, his cum joining the mess already leaking out of you.
They stayed inside for a moment. Breathing. Shaking.
You collapsed between them, nothing left.
But the drip didn’t stop.
It ran down your thighs. Coated Minho’s cock. Seeped from both holes. You were soaked, ruined, completely claimed.
And you never felt more desired.
They collapsed with you, sweaty, spent, panting.
Minho first, sliding out of you with a deep groan, his body falling back into the pillows. Seungmin followed seconds later, slowly easing himself free with a shaky exhale, then laying on his side behind you, one arm thrown across your waist like he had always belonged there.
You were still trembling.
Your thighs sticky with their cum, your chest rising and falling in rapid bursts, skin flushed and raw and marked up by every place their hands and mouths had touched.
You laughed, quiet, disbelieving, completely wrecked.
Then you said it, voice scratchy but sure:
“Fuck,” you whispered. “You’ve ruined me.”
Minho turned his head toward you, brows raised, mouth twitching in a half-smile.
You looked at them both, eyelids heavy, lips swollen, heart thudding under your ribs, and confessed, "That was all I’ve ever fucking wanted.”
And for a second, neither of them spoke.
Then Seungmin let out a soft, breathy laugh behind you.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, brushing your hair from your shoulder, then trailing a slow kiss over the curve of your neck. “You wanted to be ruined. You wanted us.”
Minho reached for you too, dragging his fingers gently over your thigh where his cum still dripped from between your legs. He watched it, quiet for a moment, then leaned forward to kiss your knee, your hip, your waist.
“You’re ours now,” he said.
A statement. Not a question.
You nodded slowly.
“I am,” you whispered.
Seungmin pulled you tighter against his chest, his lips pressing into the back of your shoulder, possessive and warm. His voice dropped, low and dangerous.
“No one else gets to see you like this. Ever.”
“No one else gets to hear the way you scream when you come,” Minho added, crawling back up toward your chest, nuzzling into your skin. “Or feel the way your pussy clenches when you’re getting filled by both of us.”
“Pretty little thing,” Seungmin murmured. “Couldn’t pick one of us, so you took both.”
Minho chuckled. “And we gave it to you.”
You flushed, but smiled, too blissed out to feel shame, too full of them to care.
“Not sorry,” you whispered.
“Don’t be,” Minho said, brushing a soft kiss across your collarbone. “We’re not either.”
They stayed close. Seungmin’s fingers drew lazy circles over your stomach. Minho’s mouth pressed light kisses across your skin, as if he hadn’t just been the one to call you a whore and fuck your throat raw.
And that was them.
Sweet and mean.
Both.
At the same damn time.
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+++ authors note: so... hm, fuck, this might be my filthiest dream of all times. and now you know.
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