hi! Think this is the third ask i’ve had here? I’m the anon who requested two 2min fics a while ago lol.
Would it be a bother if i could be “2min anon”? If u need an emoji, then “🫂” or “👬”?
Could i request a 2minbin (2min and changbin) text fic or oneshot? Just 2minbin and reader teasing each other, with an underlying dom!reader vibe? M!reader if that’s relevant!
text | 2minbin bf texts
pairing: 2minbin x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive
warnings: n/a
ss count: 8
a/n: i'll remember you as 🫂 but if you say 2min anon whne you sign, i'll knowits you. (-3-)
this wasnt in the poll but i would be interested in seeing 2min bot
i totally forgot to put 2min on that poll! I went with poly 2min so I hope that's ok! thank you for requesting 🩵
Minho and Seungmin had just returned from the last episode of their radio show, Kiss the Radio, which they hosted with Young K from Day 6. When they returned home to your shared apartment and saw you relaxing on the sofa, Seungmin was first to cuddle up beside you.
"Yah Kim Seungmin... move up," Minho loomed above the two of you, not wanting his puppy like boyfriend to hog you with his paws.
"Aish... this hyung..." Seungmin complained, but with a smile nonetheless as he hauled you along with him so that Minho could join the two of you.
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Minho kicks his feet from where he’s sprawled across your lap, head resting against your thigh like a smug cat. “You’re spending way too much time with the others lately,” he mumbles, voice laced with faux indifference. “I’m clearly the favorite. Don’t need your attention constantly to prove that.”
Seungmin scoffs from the other end of the couch, curled up in a hoodie you definitely haven’t seen since last week. “That’s rich coming from someone who practically cried when you didn’t get his hair the exact right shade of brown last time.”
Minho lifts his head to glare, but doesn’t move from your lap. “At least I don’t steal his clothes like some desperate little-”
“Boys,” you warn, and both immediately freeze.
Seungmin shifts guiltily, hoodie sleeves falling over his hands. “…He started it.”
“Did not.”
You raise an eyebrow and both fall silent again.
But of course, Seungmin can’t help himself.
“I mean, if you’re gonna punish someone, it should be him,” he says sweetly. “He’s the one being mouthy.”
Minho lifts his chin, eyes gleaming. “I dare you to say that again while you’re gagged and trying not to rut against his thigh like a needy puppy.”
You hum low in your throat, one hand sliding into Minho’s hair, the other reaching out to pat Seungmin’s covered thigh. “Cute. You’re both so loud when you’re scared the other’s gonna win.”
Their bickering dissolves into sulky glances. But their knees are touching now. Minho nuzzles your leg again. Seungmin leans in, his voice barely a whisper.
“…Who’s your best boy tonight?”
You don’t answer. You just smile, and reach for the drawer that holds their matching collars.
The click of the drawer has them both stilling. Seungmin’s breath catches audibly. Minho turns his head to nuzzle your thigh again like it’ll earn him forgiveness early.
It won’t. You hold up the two collars, black leather with soft silver rings at the front. “Since you two are so eager to prove who's better, I figured we’d do this properly tonight.”
Seungmin's eyes darken. “Yes, sir.”
Minho’s tongue flicks over his lips. “I’m gonna ruin him.”
“You can’t ruin me,” Seungmin shoots back.
You tug Minho’s hair, just enough to make him gasp. “You’re not here to ruin anyone, baby. You’re here to behave. Both of you.”
You gesture for them to strip. Shirts are tossed to the floor. Pants undone in record time, Seungmin already half-hard and flushed, Minho taking his time, like you won’t see how wrecked he already is.
Minho always acts like he’s in control. Until he isn’t.
Once they’re naked, you put the collars on, tight enough to feel, loose enough to breathe. Then you grab the small bottle of lube and the plug bag. “Hands and knees,” you say, and they scramble.
Minho hisses when you slide the slick plug in slow. “You’re so mean,” he mutters, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back a moan.
“I haven’t even turned it on yet,” you say with a smirk, flicking the remote. He arches beautifully when it buzzes to life.
Seungmin whines as you prep him next. “Please,” he pants, “make mine stronger, I can take it, I’m better..”
“Oh, that’s what we’re doing now?” You click both remotes on. Seungmin's plug buzzes hard; Minho’s pulses slow and deep. You palm their asses, watching them tremble side by side, struggling not to rock their hips.
You lean close, voice low. “Whoever makes the mess first gets punished next time. The other gets to fuck my thigh until they finish.”
Seungmin moans, immediately squeezing his thighs together. “Fuck.”
Minho pants into the couch cushion, back arching like a drawn bow. “So fucked up- I love you.”
You sit on the couch and spread your legs. “Come here. One on each side.”
They crawl over, desperate. Seungmin clings to your leg like a lifeline, rutting gently, whimpering every time the plug pulses. Minho takes his time, his bratty pride won’t let him look desperate, until you grip his jaw and make him look you in the eyes.
"Beg, Minho."
His lashes flutter. "Please. Let me be your good boy. I’ll win. I swear I will."
Seungmin growls at that. "I’m your good boy. I always listen better. I never talk back-"
"You literally started this whole thing," Minho snaps.
You shove your thigh between Seungmin’s legs and pull Minho down against your fingers. “Quiet. Show me who deserves to come.”
They grind.
Desperate, needy, losing rhythm every time the plugs buzz deep. Seungmin whines into your shoulder. Minho buries his face in your neck and cries out, trembling hard.
You know the signs, his cock’s twitching against your abs. You grab his collar. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m trying- fuck I’m-”
You click his plug to max.
Minho screams, biting your neck as he comes untouched, body jolting against yours. Hot ropes spill onto your chest, his knees nearly giving out.
“Minho,” you coo, guiding him down to the floor. “Couldn’t even last. That’s disappointing.”
Seungmin moans in triumph, still humping your thigh.
“Can I finish now, sir? Please feels so good- I was so good,”
You cup his chin and kiss him. “You win this round. Come for me, baby.”
He wails and grinds down harder, cock twitching, painting your thigh with warm release. They slump into each other’s arms on the carpet, breathless, sweaty, leaking and shaking. You pat both heads.
“Good boys,” you say softly. “But next time, we see who can stay edged the longest.”
Minho whimpers. Seungmin giggles breathlessly, "Told you I could take it best,"
Hihihi! Congrats on 1k followers!! Could i see minho, jisung and seungmin (poly) x reader, if that’s okay?
If i could add dom reader to it, that would be wonderful🫣🤭
1k Followers Event | a secret third thing
pairing: cat!Minho x quokka!Han x puppy!Seungmin x reader | part 1
genre: smut
warnings: dom!reader, pegging, cum swallowing, oral, voyeurism (Han), dacryphilia, bratty!minho
event masterlist: #1kShootingStars
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A.N: technically reading part 1 is not necessary.
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The bed was wrecked. Sheets tangled and dark with wet patches, pillows shoved to the floor, the headboard still faintly rattling from how hard Seungmin had fucked you into it.
Han was draped across your chest on the living room couch now, limbs completely boneless, one thigh twitching every time you brushed his skin. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth swollen from earlier. His ears fluttered at the sound of Seungmin shifting beside you, possessively curling a hand around your waist as if he hadn’t spent the last hour thoroughly claiming you.
Minho was pacing. Well, not just pacing, he was stalking the perimeter of the room like a restless animal. First he knocked over a half-empty water bottle. Then the remote hit the floor. Then a glass coaster clattered with a sharp, pointed noise. It wasn’t even subtle anymore.
You sighed, gently running your fingers through Han’s hair. “Minho,” you said flatly. “Do we have to start childproofing the furniture?”
He stopped beside the TV, back arched, tail twitching with poorly restrained irritation. His gaze slid toward you, cold and flat. “I’m fine.”
“Really?”
“Mhmm.”
He leaned against the wall with that same dramatic, feline flair he always used when trying to pretend he wasn’t two seconds from starting a fight… “Nothing wrong with watching you peg Jisung like he’s your little toy and let Minnie mark you up like a bone. Just another Tuesday.”
Han snorted into your chest, still breathless. “I liked Tuesday.”
Minho’s tail twitched. His arms crossed. He didn’t look away. You sat up, gently nudging Han off your lap, ignoring his tired whine. “You could’ve joined us. You didn’t say anything.”
Minho’s mouth twisted into a half-smile. “Didn’t know I had to beg for attention in this house. Next time I want to get railed, I’ll knock over a vase.”
Seungmin looked up from where his head had been resting against your shoulder, eyes narrowed and amused. “You’re one knocked-over cup away from a leash, hyung.”
Han giggled. “Do it! I wanna watch him beg.”
You stretched, voice cool. “You want attention that bad, Min?”
He looked smug. “You offering?”
You stood, slowly. Deliberately. “Get your ass on your bed.”
Minho’s room was cold, clean, and smelled like expensive soap and pride. Everything was in its place, too in its place, like he cleaned before company arrived and pretended it was effortless.
He leaned against the doorway, arms folded, lips twitching. “You sure you can handle me right now?”
You raised a brow. “Clothes. Off.”
“Bossy,” he purred, slowly peeling off his shirt. “I was gonna wear this again, but I guess it’s not like you care.”
“Minho.”
“I’m stripping, I’m stripping.” He wiggled out of his sweats, naked underneath and stretched on the bed, rolling onto his stomach like he didn’t know how dangerous that was.
Han bounded in behind you, eyes shining. “Do I get to help?”
“You already had your fun,” you said, lips twitching. “You get to watch.”
Han didn’t look remotely disappointed. Minho did.
“I have to share again?” he grumbled. “Thought this was about me.”
“It is,” you said, stepping behind him and smacking his ass, hard enough to make him yelp and arch. “Stop acting like you don’t want this.” He whined so loud and shamelessly.
“Fuck- do that again.”
A second slap echoed, skin reddening deliciously. Minho was already breathing heavier, claws digging into the sheets, tail curled and twitching like he was trying to stay still. You parted his cheeks and licked one long stripe down to his hole. He bucked into your mouth when you pulled back.
“You’re fucking-” he hissed through his teeth, hips stuttering. “You- God~”
You took your time, tonguing him open slowly, until he was moaning into the mattress and trying to rut against nothing. He was loud and shameless and dripping pre-cum onto the sheets.
“Hyung,” Seungmin said from beside the bed, already stroking himself. “You sound desperate.”
Minho tried to snarl, but all that came out was a garbled moan. You added a finger, then another, working him open until he was fucked out and trembling, and still whining for more.
Seungmin appears, your strap on in hand, clean now, he drops it next to you and steps closer, grabbing Minho’s chin, and tapping his cock against his lips. “Open.”
Minho didn’t hesitate. You watched him choke prettily as Seungmin pushed in deep, his mouth stretched wide, eyes watering, moaning around the cock stuffed down his throat. You fucked him slowly with your fingers, still licking every now and then, until his thighs shook.
Han was beside you, pumping himself lazily, fully hard and utterly transfixed. “He’s so pretty like this,” Han whispered. “You’re gonna fuck him now, right? He needs it.”
You smiled, reaching for the strap. "Sounds like you need it right now, Hannie… Be patient"
Han crawled closer and licked it first, wetting it with his tongue, slow and teasing, like he was prepping a gift for a friend. You kissed the crown of his head in reward and turned your attention back to the mess that was Minho.
He groaned around Seungmin’s cock when you pushed in slow, steady, merciless.
“Still mad you weren’t included?” you asked in his ear. “Because you’re drooling all over yourself.”
He whined, bucking back into every thrust, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. His cock bounced untouched beneath him, leaking messily onto the sheets.
“Shh,” Seungmin said, holding his jaw. “You wanted attention. Take it.”
You set a brutal pace, slapping skin and filth echoing off the walls. Han moaned beside you, one hand stroking himself, the other ghosting over Minho’s waist like he couldn’t resist.
“Fuck, you’re all so hot,” he whimpered.
Seungmin’s rhythm stuttered. He cursed, groaned, and came deep in Minho’s mouth. Minho stares at him, glares back on his face like the brat he is. Seungmin pinched his nose, Minho held out barely a second before swallowing, gagging slightly, spit and cum dripping down his chin.
You kept fucking him, even as his legs shook and his cock twitched wildly. Han came first, white strips of cum landing hot across Minho’s trembling stomach.
Minho’s voice cracked. “Please- please, kiss me-”
You leaned over him, grinding deeper, and kissed him filthy, all open-mouthed and messy. He sobbed into it, body clenching hard, and came untouched with a raw, shuddering cry. Han bent down and licked his own cum off Minho’s stomach like he was starving.
Seungmin just laughed. “You’re such a slut. You like your own taste?”
Han moaned. “It’s better when it’s mixed with him.”
After, you pulled out carefully, slowly, watching Minho twitch and whimper at the sensitivity.
You undid the harness with steady fingers while Seungmin wiped him down gently with a towel. Han curled up beside Minho like it was instinct, nuzzling his shoulder.
You slid into the pile, exhausted and satisfied, one hand petting Seungmin’s hair and the other resting on Minho’s stomach.
Minho was silent for a long moment until he slurred sleepily, “Next time… I’m first.”
You kissed the tip of his nose, “Only if you stop knocking shit over.”
