Minjae & Sumin x Dumb fem reader | Explicit sexual content / NSFW | Dom/sub dynamics | Name-calling (e.g., “dumb slut”) | Degradation kink | Spitting | Squirting | Multiple partners / Threesome | Rough sex | Use of terms like “fucktoy” and “cumrag” | Choking / breath control (implied) | Public / exhibitionism elements (mention of being heard)
You sit on the couch, legs swinging, fingers tapping mindlessly against your lap. You’re kinda bored, but more than that—
Minjae and Sumin are staring at you.
Maybe you forgot something?
Their arms are crossed, their gazes heavy, and Minjae’s jaw is all clenched, which makes you nervous because usually when he does that, it means he’s either thinking really hard or trying not to laugh at you.
Sumin, on the other hand, just looks amused.
You tilt your head, blinking up at them.
“…Are we playing a game?”
Sumin chuckles. “You could say that.”
Your eyes brighten. “Oh! What game? Is it fun? Do I win something? Wait, do I have to think? Because I don’t really like thinking games—”
Minjae sighs, running a hand down his face. “Baby.”
That’s his serious voice.
You scramble forward, dropping to your knees in front of them, and grab Minjae’s wrist. “Wait! Did I do something? Are you mad? Oh no, I don’t like that. Can we fix it? Can I fix it?”
Minjae and Sumin exchange a glance.
Minjae chuckles, low and slow. “Look at you. Already begging and you don’t even know why.”
Sumin hums, fingers threading through your hair before he tugs, making your head tip back. “So cute. And so, so dumb.”
You whimper, your brain feeling fuzzy, but you lean into the touch anyway. “I’m not dumb.”
Minjae grabs your chin, tilting your wide, innocent eyes up to his. “No? Then tell me why you’re down here on your knees, baby.”
Your bottom lip wobbles. “But—but that’s not fair, you didn’t give me time to think!”
Minjae snorts. “Baby, you couldn’t think your way out of a paper bag.”
“That’s not true! I—I totally could—”
“Really?” Sumin’s head tilts, his fingers trailing down the side of your neck. “Then what’s two plus two?”
You blink again, your mind going completely blank.
Why is it so hard to think right now?
You fidget, avoiding their gazes. “Uhm. Okay, wait, hold on, I know this.”
Sumin raises a brow. “Do you?”
Minjae grins. “Go on, baby. Tell us.”
You stare down at your fingers, trying really, really hard.
But all you can think about is how warm and strong they are, how they’re looking at you like you’re theirs and how—
Minjae leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Clock’s ticking, sweetheart.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Minjae and Sumin burst out laughing.
You whine, your face burning. “Wait—no, I—I got nervous! I knew the answer, I promise!”
Minjae cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. “You’re cute when you try to lie.”
Sumin tugs your hair again, making you whimper. “And even cuter when you realize you can’t.”
You pout, but the warmth of their hands, the way they’re looking at you, makes you feel all floaty and small.
“…So,” you mumble, shifting on your knees. “Are you still mad at me?”
Minjae and Sumin exchange a glance.
Then Minjae grabs your jaw, tilting your face up again.
Sumin leans in, smirking. “No, baby. We’re not mad.”
Minjae chuckles. “But you’re still ours.”
“…Wait. Does that mean we’re dating?”
Minjae groans, while Sumin just laughs.
“You’re so dumb, baby,” Sumin murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Minjae sighs, his arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you into his lap. “But yeah. You’re ours.”
You blink again, brain going blank.
Minjae sighs, but he’s smiling.
Sumin just shakes his head, amused. “God, what are we gonna do with you?”
You giggle, nuzzling into Minjae’s chest. “Feed me?”
Minjae smirks, tightening his grip. “That, baby girl, we can do.”
Sumin grins. “And so much more.”
Minjae runs a hand through your hair, his voice teasing. “So, what do you wanna eat, baby?”
You perk up, already excited. “Oh! Uhm—”
You fidget, thinking really, really hard. “Uhm…”
Sumin chuckles, flicking your forehead gently. “Really? You just had to answer a math problem, and now this is stumping you too?”
You pout. “It’s different! There’s so many choices! How am I supposed to pick?”
Minjae sighs. “Baby, you make things so complicated.”
Sumin hums. “Guess we’ll have to pick for you, huh?”
You nod eagerly. “Yes! Pick for me! But make sure it’s—”
“Your favorite?” Minjae smirks.
Sumin leans back, stretching. “Already ordered.”
You gasp. “Wait—what?! What is it?”
You think for a moment. Then, realization dawns.
Your mouth drops open. “No way.”
Minjae just chuckles. “Told you we know you better than you know yourself, baby.”
Your excitement bubbles over, and before you can stop yourself, you throw your arms around them, hugging them tight. “You guys are the best! I love you so much!”
Then slowly pull back, cheeks heating up. “Uh.”
Your face burns. “I—I mean, like, in a totally normal, casual way—”
Minjae leans in, kissing your cheek. “We love you too, dumbass.”
Sumin flicks your forehead again, smirking. “Now eat, baby. You’re gonna need the energy.”
“Why aren’t you eating your food,” Minjae says. “Just sitting there giggling like a dumb little slut.”
Your hands scramble against his chest, whimpering. “I—I was excited—”
Sumin laughs, mean and sweet all at once. “Excited to get ruined? You’re fuckin’ drooling already.”
You are—tears clinging to your lashes, mouth parted, eyes glassy. Minjae forces you to look up at him, his grip unrelenting in your hair.
“Look at you. Our dumb baby. Can’t even count to four but knows how to beg for cock.”
Your thighs squeeze together, heat pooling so fast it’s dizzying. Sumin’s behind you, already tugging your shirt over your head, mouth dragging down your spine like he owns it.
“You want this, don’t you?” Sumin breathes, tongue licking up your back. “Wanna get used. Wanna get filled ‘til it leaks out of you.”
You gasp, shocked—but don’t move away. You let it drip over your tongue, your lips, moaning softly as it rolls down your chin.
“Good girl,” he growls. “Fucking knew you’d take it like that.”
Sumin’s hands are rough, yanking down your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. “On the floor. Now.”
Sumin shoves your face to the carpet, your ass high in the air, and Minjae wastes no time grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “You get three orgasms. That’s it.”
Minjae grins. “Yeah. And you’re gonna fucking scream for everyone to hear.”
His cock slaps your cheek, heavy and thick, dragging the spit across your face. “Open.”
Sumin’s already between your thighs, two fingers spreading your pussy open with no warning. “She’s dripping. Fuckin’ soaked. You hear that, Minjae?”
Minjae groans, shoving into your mouth. “Yeah. This dumb whore’s got a mouth just as wet.”
You choke—but you take it, tears falling, tongue working around him while Sumin starts fingering you brutally from behind.
“No warm-up,” Sumin snaps, pumping hard. “Sluts like you don’t need it.”
You’re already moaning around Minjae’s cock, body jerking, overwhelmed—but you fucking love it.
“Greedy little fucktoy,” Minjae pants, thrusting deep into your throat. “Gag on it. Take it.”
Sumin curls his fingers just right and—
It splashes onto his hand, down your thighs, onto the floor, and Sumin laughs, evil and satisfied. “There’s one.”
Minjae pulls out of your mouth. “Already? We haven’t even fucked her yet.”
You’re sobbing, hips twitching, clit throbbing—but they don’t let up.
Sumin grabs your hips, slamming into you raw. No condom. No warning. Just flesh on flesh, skin slapping, as you scream around Minjae.
“Fucking tight.” he growls. “You hear that? You’re milking my cock already. Desperate.”
Minjae fucks your mouth, watching your fucked-out expression like he’s starving. “She’s gonna squirt again. Bet she does it just from getting used like a cumrag.”
It’s messier this time—your whole body shakes, walls fluttering, juices pouring down Sumin’s thighs.
“Two,” he grits, thrusting harder.
Minjae grabs your hair, forcing you up. “You’ve got one more. Think you can take it?”
Then he’s behind you—switching with Sumin, who pulls out with a filthy pop.
You’re loving every bit of this.
You’re barely breathing, your whole body burning, every nerve ending on fire. Minjae’s cock feels too good, too much—stretching you, filling you, splitting you in two.
Sumin grabs your face. “Eyes on me, baby.”
But you’re already cumming—again.
You squirt so violently, Minjae nearly slips out from how wet you are.
Keeps going until your body’s twitching, boneless, and your cunt’s clenching around nothing.
“Three,” he growls, pulling out with a groan—then jerks himself until cum splashes across your ass.
Sumin follows, pumping his cock in front of your face.
He cums across your tongue, your cheeks, your chest—marking you. Owning you.
When it’s done, they collapse beside you, sweaty and wrecked.
You’re a mess—spit and cum everywhere, legs trembling, brain melted.
Minjae kisses your temple. “Did so good, baby.”
Sumin grins, petting your head. “Next time? No limit.”
Sumin and Minjae exchange a glance.
Your legs are jelly, thighs slick with arousal and cum, and your mind is so fogged up that you barely register Minjae dragging you into his lap again.
“You thought we were done with you?” he growls, wrapping a hand tight around your throat, tugging you back against his chest. “You think three orgasms means you’ve earned a break?”
You whimper, your voice barely a whisper. “I—please—’m so full, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. Can’t you baby?” Sumin’s voice is rough, low, right against your ear. You didn’t even hear him coming up behind you, but now he’s there, cock heavy, pressed between your legs from behind. “I think so.”
Minjae’s breath ghosts over your ear, his grip on your throat possessive, loving, cruel. “Open those pretty thighs for him, baby.”
You do. Because you always do what they say.
And Sumin doesn’t wait—he slides back inside your pussy like it’s his, like you were made for this, and you scream, your entire body jerking as your fourth orgasm hits you like a truck.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses, hips snapping. “You’re still squirting. Messy little toy.”
Minjae turns your face to him, his thumb sliding into your mouth. “Shh, baby. You don’t need words anymore. Just let us use you.”
Sumin’s thrusts get meaner, sharper, his hand slipping around to rub your clit while he pounds you from behind.
Minjae keeps you grounded—choking you just enough to keep you fuzzy, kissing your cheek, whispering filth in your ear.
“Feel that? Feel how deep he is? Stretching this pussy like he owns it?”
You nod frantically, tears streaming. You’re babbling, whimpering, begging—though for what, even you don’t know.
Sumin slaps your ass. “That’s right. Cry on it, baby. Let everyone hear how fucking good we wreck you.”
Minjae’s cock is hot against your stomach, twitching, and when you look up at him with wet eyes, he just smirks.
“You want this too?” he asks, dragging it up your chest, tapping it against your lips. “Want to choke while you get fucked?”
You nod, a pathetic noise bubbling in your throat.
He spits in your mouth again.
Then—without warning—Minjae shifts forward, angles your jaw up, and thrusts into your mouth the same time Sumin drives deep into your cunt.
Your body shakes, your eyes roll back, and your throat works around Minjae’s cock while your pussy spasms around Sumin’s.
Every thrust pushes you between them—Minjae using your mouth, Sumin using your cunt, both of them grunting, groaning, cursing at how tight and warm and perfect you are.
Sumin growls behind you, voice wrecked. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill her up.”
Minjae hisses, his grip in your hair tightening. “Do it. Let it drip out while she sucks me off.”
Sumin slams into you one last time and spills—hot, thick, deep inside, your body milking him for every drop.
It splashes down your thighs, puddling on the floor, soaking Sumin’s skin. You go limp—completely gone, your mind empty except for them.
Minjae groans, pulling out of your mouth and stroking himself fast—your tongue still out, lips parted, eyes glassy.
“Stick that tongue out. Just like that. Good fucking girl—”
He cums all over your face.
You moan as it hits you—your cheeks, your lips, your tongue.
They breathe heavy on either side of you, hands roaming your body, rubbing you down, grounding you.
Minjae kisses your forehead.
Sumin presses his lips to your shoulder.
“That’s our girl,” Minjae murmurs.
“Took it like our perfect little baby,” Sumin adds, smirking.
You don’t even speak. You just smile as they clean you up.
Authors note~ this took a long time, still not the best😬
