"You're one of the things we're grateful for
on Thanksgiving for keeping us rich."
SYNOPSIS
When you know you've found the one, it doesn't take forever to tie the knot. That being said, nobody has ever told you or your other half Seungmin that it was possible to find "the two".
*Commissioned work
Content Warning & Disclaimer
Death is inevitable, and nothing can quite prepare you for it even when you know it’s coming.
This was the fine line of a mortician’s job description and you had come to terms with it long ago.
At the end of the day, funerals were notorious for being bleak events surrounded by hushed murmurs as people paid their last respects to the deceased. It was your job to arrange these somber gatherings and provide the bereaved with the necessary guidance and services.
Most people would not understand it maybe, but it gave you a strange sense of wholesomeness to know that everybody was one here no matter what walk of life they belonged to. Everybody was welcome regardless of their faith or the lack thereof, no matter how swollen or shrunken their bank accounts may have been once upon a time, what they looked like, where they lived, who they loved… Everybody bled the same color in the end, and that was why nothing could be fairer than death. We were all the same once our hearts stopped beating.
And you had seen so many things by then that you were convinced nothing could surprise you anymore.
Until he walked into your office one day for his appointment at a godforsaken hour due to your crazy schedule.
“How may I help you today?”
A crisp suit. Broad shoulders. Earnest-looking. Levelheaded. But he had this somewhat of a tense aura to him because he wasn’t smiling.
Maybe it was because there was death involved.
“I uh– I don’t know how to do this,” he averted his eyes from you after sitting down, “I never had to arrange something like this before.”
“That’s why I’m here,” you reassured him, “I’ll be with you every step of the planning. I can also connect you with several grief counselors if you’d like.”
He finally held your gaze, studying your face as if he was mentally bracing himself for impact.
“You’re sure you’re not gonna judge me for what I’m about to ask you?”
“I don’t think honoring someone has rules set in stone, Mr. Kim,” you shrugged with an aloof expression.
“Please,” he creased his brows, “Mr. Kim is a fucking stressed-out lawyer. I’d like to be Seungmin here if that’s okay.”
“Duly noted, Seungmin,” you emphatically uttered his name with a warm smile.
His tense shoulders drooped with relief when you smiled at him like that. He smiled back. He looked ten times more charming when he smiled.
Then off he went with telling you about the party he wanted to throw in honor of his late friend Jiwon who was a jazz pianist. He wanted everything in the shades of midnight blue, Jiwon’s favorite color. All of Jiwon’s favorite food and drinks to be served at the reception. Jiwon’s music playing in the background at all times. And instead of a eulogy, a roast was supposed to take place because Jiwon enjoyed the crap out of insult comedy. You burst into heartfelt laughter even though you were fully aware you were in the middle of a very serious conversation, but your client didn’t seem to take any offense to that.
“Please forgive me,” you did your utmost best to kill your remaining giggles, “It’s just that I’ve never received such requests throughout my entire career!”
“Well, nobody ever thinks about a funeral as a celebration of life,” Seungmin flashed a broken smile, “And they really should.”
What a refreshing perspective that was, indeed. A funeral as a happy occasion. Would that really be the worst thing when life was already loaded with so many ugly things?
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I’ve been going on and on, haven’t I?” Seungmin apologetically uttered while looking at his watch, “I didn’t mean to hold you back. My apologies to your boyfriend in advance.”
“That’s cute of you to assume, but the insane hours I work don’t really allow that for the time being,” you sheepishly laughed, which seemed to confound Seungmin for some reason.
“You really have no one to go home to?” he asked with gigantic puppy eyes.
“Why is that so hard to believe?”
“I… I apologize,” he full-on panicked, afraid he was coming across as rude, “I was– I was just thinking to myself there was no way you were single is all.”
He closed his eyes and heaved a deep sigh as if to say Way to blow it, clearly annoyed with himself. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t even think twice before politely showing him the door, but he had this oddly charming quality to him, a certain je ne sais quoi that made you want to jump the gun. Maybe it was the inner compass you had built for yourself after dealing with massive numbers of people for years. Maybe it was the conversation you shared for the past hour or so. Maybe it was how his eyes turned into crescent moons when he laughed that was so trust-inducing.
“I was about to grab a bite. You wanna come with?” you asked without thinking, which seemed to confound Seungmin for some reason. Again.
“Reall–? I mean… Is it oka–? I wouldn’t want t—”
“It’s fine,” your smile signaled him to relax, “I could use some friendly company. Today was a long day.”
“Oh,” he lowered his gaze to the floor, “That busy, huh?”
“Yeah, some dude went on and on about a roast night he wanted to throw for his friend,” you winked at him as his face visibly flushed, “There is a 24-hour diner on the corner. That okay with you?”
“Of course!”
Once you walked into the diner, you were greeted with a surprised but knowing smile from Rose, the diner’s owner, as she’d never seen you bring someone here before, much less at that hour. After taking your orders, she brought a large pitcher of beer to your table, saying it was ‘on the house’, and you picked up your conversation with Seungmin where you left off while scarfing down your burgers.
“This is utterly fascinating,” Seungmin tilted his head with lips parted, “I mean you’re basically working in the industry of death, if there is one.”
“Didn’t you say you were an entertainment lawyer?” you pointed your fry at him, “I bet you’re seeing career suicides quite often.”
“Touché,” he chuckled and took a large gulp from his beer.
You talked each other’s ears off the entire night, about Jiwon, Seungmin’s cases, your clients, and the strangest things that happened to you both. It was around 4 AM when you left the place.
You had your first date two weeks after your first encounter since Seungmin insisted a night at a greasy spoon could not possibly count as a date, no matter how involuntary. You shared your first kiss that very night. You invited him into your bed on your third date. You decided to move in together after six months. Seven months. Eight months. Ten months. You got to know every unnecessary detail about one another.
Fifteen months later you were reciting your wedding vows to each other with absolute adoration beaming out of your eyes and you thought that was your fair share of happy endings.
You were spectacularly mistaken.
The loud sound of the door being slammed alerted you that Seungmin was home, causing you to violently flinch in the meantime.
“Baby?” you called out towards the entrance of your apartment, “Everything okay?”
“No.”
You paused the show you were watching to go check on him, but he had already made his way into the living room, plopping down next to you with an exasperated sigh.
“Hey, what’s going on?” you threw your arm around his shoulder, “Talk to me.”
Seungmin closed his eyes and shifted to rest his head on your lap, quite clearly not in the mood to do any kind of talking.
“Could you like… just stroke my hair for a bit?”
Why, of course you would. There were days when Seungmin came home stressed as fuck, but never to this extent. He would usually just vent for about half an hour and then calm down. You had an inkling that this may have had something to do with his recent promotion that forced him to make a bunch of tough decisions at work.
“I’m here,” you tangled your fingers in his locks, “I’m always here, baby.”
His breathing relaxed unbeknownst to him. His eyes were still closed.
But he was feeling… something else.
“Just… Just keep doing it.”
He would love to be taken care of as if he was helpless for a change. He would love to not fucking think about anything else besides the attention he was receiving. From the only person that mattered in this world.
You.
The satisfaction he got from your innocent ministrations reached such an extreme level that he couldn’t control his urges anymore.
“Fuck me.”
“Huh?”
“Fuck me,” he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, “Right here right now.”
This was the first time you were seeing Seungmin like this in all your time together. He attacked your lips with so much need that one would think you hadn’t fucked each other in quite a while.
“I need you bad,” he whispered against your lips, “Take care of me. Please.”
He had never been one to hand you the ropes that easily, or ask to be flat-out gratified like a pillow prince. You had known Seungmin as a man who knew exactly what he wanted. On the rougher side. Absolutely loving the way he crumbled you. But that day…
Something was different.
At first, you thought he was just getting turned on to the notion of being catered to, but the more you worked him, the more you paid attention to him, the more he was slipping into a different headspace.
And he noticed he loved it for some reason.
He loved the way you were handling him with such care. He loved how you were reacting to his little kisses, his warm touches, his slippery marks all over your body. He loved satisfying you as you were satisfying him.
“Am I– Am I doing a good job?”
“You’re doing fucking perfect.”
“But I deserve a reward for it,” he grabbed your face in between his large hands, “Don’t you think so, too, miss?”
Good god, stop before I eat you alive.
You had never seen him act like this before, but a part of you was so so weak for it. Your other half desperately wanting to please you, asking for your validation and the praises that would spill from your lips. This perfection of a man under you hyperfixating on the one word you would utter. With those gigantic eyes. With excruciating anticipation.
“Of course. Of course, you do,” you threw your hands around his neck, “If you make me cum, I’ll make it feel so good.”
“Like you always do.”
“Like I always do.”
You felt his slick fingers pressed against your clit rubbing you fervently, resolute to make you drip all around him. You didn’t even need to tell him how to touch you right—he knew exactly how to go about it to make you moan that loudly with his cock buried deep in you. He knew exactly how to finish you without even fucking a pump inside you. All you needed to do was look into his eyes, give in to his kisses, and let your soul be ripped apart for the umpteenth time.
“Faster. Faster!”
You let yourself cum hard, arching against his chest, pushing his head into your neck, and absolutely relishing the feeling. You melted in his arms and lips as you rode out your high and came back to your senses.
“Spread your legs for me.”
You instructed him and he simply obliged, waiting for the commands you had in store for him.
“You like the attention, don’t you?” you chuckled against his skin, “Do you like it when I shower you with love like this?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to drown you in it?” you obscenely kissed his thighs.
“Oh, god, YES!”
His wish was your command, of course. Little did you know this very first encounter was going to open the door to new realms for you.
You loved Seungmin to death, but his work functions were nothing but a bore. Just all the lawyers lawyering all over the place, talking about subpoenas, due diligences, depositions and whatnot while you just stood there downing drinks after drinks just to be able to stand them. This time around, he promised a bit of fun as the reception was hosted by an entertainment company his firm was representing, and the artists of the agency were also supposed to attend the event.
“So you can play TMZ all you want. They stop watching their mouths once they start drinking,” he threw his blazer on as a finishing touch and turned to you, “How do I look?”
You lifted your head up to check out his completed look and you almost lost it. Seungmin was legitimately wearing a collar, but to an outsider, it would just look like a bold choice of a necklace. You inadvertently bit your lips.
“Is that for me?”
He mischievously nodded with sparks flying out of his eyes. You got up and slowly clasped your hands behind his nape.
“Why do I feel like you’re up to no good?”
“Maybe I am.”
“A bit early for mischief, don’t you think?”
He didn’t say anything, just grinned at you and smudged a little bit of your lipgloss while kissing you a bit too hungrily.
Needless to say, he had it coming. He deserved to be relentlessly teased in the car all the way to the venue for making you put on a fresh coat at the last second.
Turns out, when an entertainment company held an event like this, it was indeed much more colorful. Rather than the fancy-law-school jerks playing polo on their high horses, it was a much lighter atmosphere with chatter and laughter filling up the space.
“Wow, it’s really crowded in here,” you widened your eyes as you scanned the people with bold fashion choices all around. You and Seungmin each grabbed two glasses of vodka to chug so that this event was a little more endurable.
“I promise I’ll take you back home as soon as we can,” Seungmin subtly smacked your ass and spoke softly in a voice only audible to you, “Then we can play all night.”
“Oh, is that so?” you wrapped your hand around his waist and pulled him a little closer, “Up for a little challenge?”
“I’m listening?”
“If you can slip five ‘meong’s into your sentences while talking to these people, there will be a big treat for you when we get home.”
His lips slightly parted, knowing exactly what you were referring to.
“You mean… You mean, you’ll—”
“Mhm,” you pretended to fix his shirt and uttered nonchalantly, “I’ll suck you dry and will keep on sucking you even when you have nothing left to give me.”
Causing his brain to short-circuit like that was one of your favorite things to do, but before you could drag it on any further, someone appeared right behind Seungmin.
“Look who it is,” the man with high cheekbones and wavy bangs falling in front of his eyes threw his arm around Seungmin’s shoulder, “We don’t need a narc here tonight, man. I’ll call you when I’m being sued.”
“So like, tomorrow,” Seungmin deadpanned and the two guys broke into a laughter fit that lasted a hot minute. Then the nameless man’s gaze darted to you.
“Weren’t you married?” he asked Seungmin with his eyes still on you, “If I was your wife, I wouldn’t be that ecstatic about my husband partying with hot girls. Just saying.”
“Fine, we get it, you got game. She is my wife, dumbass,” he landed a smack on his friend’s head, “Baby, this is Minho.”
“No shit! The notorious player in the flesh,” you shook the hand of this diabolically good-looking man, “I’ve heard so much about you. Nice to finally put a face to the name.”
“So you are talking about me,” Minho seamlessly turned the handshake into a hand kiss, “May I know the context?”
“Oh, all good stuff. You’re one of the things we’re grateful for on Thanksgiving for keeping us rich.”
Minho burst into a high-pitched cackle, way too much entertained by you. Once his laughter died down, he noticed the particular accessory adorning Seungmin’s neck.
“Interesting necklace. Very tasteful,” he pointed at the collar with a knowing smile, “How come I’ve never seen you wear this to work before?”
“So? You also don’t see me coming to work in my boxers.”
A brief silence followed as Minho kept alternating between looking at you and Seungmin, and his grin grew even wider when he finally managed to connect the dots.
“Kim… fucking… Seungmin. Who knew?” Minho checked him out from head to toe, and he turned to address you directly in a lower voice, “Be honest with me. On a scale of one to ten, how much of a good boy is he being for you?”
Seungmin was quite familiar with Minho’s lack of social filters, but even then he was stunned at how straightforward he was being about this. He was nothing but composed on the outside, yet his cheeks reddening rapidly was giving him away. You, on the other hand, were just surprised Minho was able to pick up on the subtle hints this quickly.
“Eleven,” you spoke while facing Seungmin, and caressed his cheek, “He’s just the best boy. Aren’t you, baby?”
A kiss on the neck had always been Seungmin’s weakness, and you knew how his brain shut down immediately. He couldn’t even control the way he melted into your lips, more so because you were showering him with affection publicly for the first time when his head was… someplace else.
And Minho loved what he was seeing.
“I don’t mean to be bold,” he fished for something in the pocket of his leather jacket, “But if you ever want another playmate, hit me up. Seungmin knows how discreet I am.”
As he handed you a card that contained his personal number, he leaned into the small space between you and Seungmin and spoke in a hushed tone.
“And I really like to watch.”
You didn’t know how to respond to that for a second. Obviously, you two weren’t the only people in this world who were into this play, but for a long while, you actually believed you were. It never came up even during the raunchiest conversations with your friends, so you really thought this was maybe a Kim-household-exclusive thing. It should have felt invasive. Crass even. You weren’t exactly sure whether it was because you were already tipsy, or because it was Minho being this forward that tickled you inside.
“And why should we hit you up if we wanted a playmate?” you tried your utmost best to keep your composure.
“Because I’m very experienced with obedience training,” he winked and turned around, “I’ll be waiting for your call.”
After Minho left, you and Seungmin stood there for a second, looking at each other with blank stares.
“Well, that was… interesting to say the least,” you raised your brows in mild surprise. Meanwhile, Seungmin examined your face through and through and popped the question without an ounce of hesitance.
“Would that be something you wanna try?”
You were sort of taken aback by how direct he was, but then again, this was your husband in question. Of course he was able to read you like an open book. You threw caution to the wind and asked him in return.
“I mean… Would you like to try?”
“I’m comfortable with it if you are, baby.”
His expression wasn’t stern at all, which came as a relief to you. It wasn’t that you needed to include someone else in your relationship—you and Seungmin were on the healthiest terms possible as you loved and respected each other very much, but you would be lying if you said the idea wasn’t even slightly intriguing. Not solely for you, but for both of you. Trusting someone to bring a bit of a different flavor into your life. The more you kept your silence, the more the temptation clawed its way into your soul.
You caved.
“One night only,” you held your husband’s hand and squeezed as if you wanted to reaffirm something to him, “If any of us are uncomfortable with anything we stop, and don’t ever bring this up again.”
Your expectations at the beginning were simple, almost non-existent. One oddinary night where you would invite a semi-stranger into your bedroom, test the waters, and probably never see him again.
Maybe you should have gotten off your high horse sooner because one night with Minho erased everything you and Seungmin thought you knew, and he landed in your lives like a meteor.
First, he only started frequenting your bedroom.
Then, he started frequenting your dinner table.
And finally, he started becoming a part of your life. He seeped through it before you knew it.
You thought it would just be an unusual fling, but neither you nor Seungmin could calculate you would form this oddly wholesome bond among you three. The more time passed by, the more it felt like Minho and his antics were the piece you didn’t know was missing. And it felt okay.
It felt right.
You were in the middle of your usual Sunday grooming session with Seungmin that morning. You had just finished blow-drying his hair in the living room and were about to start trimming his nails when you noticed a bandaid on his finger.
“Baby, did you hurt yourself?”
“It’s– it’s nothing,” he slightly flinched in his place, “I wasn’t being careful with the knives the other day.”
You looked into his big doe eyes with a smile and placed a kiss on his finger. Right when you were about to get to work, Minho’s roar echoed all the way from the bathroom.
“THE FUCK, Seungmin?!!”
You almost flatlined whereas Seungmin just let out a snort. You recognized that impish smirk instantly.
“What did you do this time?”
“I put a snail in his bathrobe,” he leisurely shrugged.
“Baby!!!”
“He had it coming! I told him to hang his towels after getting out of the shower a billion times.”
You couldn’t help the involuntary laugh yourself, either. Their cat and dog shenanigans were a routine of your household now, and you knew for a fact they would kiss and make up before noon. Seungmin couldn’t stand it when Minho dragged out the pouting.
After dinner, you all sprawled on the couch to continue binging the show Minho picked in your usual formation: Seungmin on your lap with his chest leaned against yours and his legs on Minho. It was always during these lazy evenings that you felt like you could burst with happiness.
“Stop tickling me!” Seungmin growled at Minho who had somewhat of a knowing smile on his face.
“Did you tell her yet?”
“Tell me what?” you turned your attention to them.
“What we’ve been doing behind your back,” Minho slapped an annoyingly secretive expression on his face while munching on his popcorn.
“We said we weren’t going to say anything until tonight,” Seungmin muttered between his teeth while turning into an absolute tomato.
“What’s going on?” you sat up straight, demanding an explanation from them.
Seungmin let out a resigned exhale and removed the band-aid on his ring finger. There was an abstract figure of three delicately intertwined triangles engraved on it in black ink.
“You… got a tattoo,” you stated matter-of-factly, not knowing how to properly react to this.
“It’s… It’s not just that,” he averted his eyes to his finger, “It stands for me, you, and Minho.”
You wanted to say something, but it felt like you forgot everything in your vocabulary. The only thing you could process was how overwhelmed you were with your emotions. You just smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss, to which Minho immediately protested.
“Hey, where’s my kiss?!”
“Sorry, I don’t see any tattoos on you.”
“Oh, so that’s the entrance fee,” he put the bowl in his lap on the coffee table and wiped his hands with a tissue, “Wanna show her?”
Seungmin dragged down Minho’s bottoms just enough to expose his v-line, and you saw the identical pattern peeking right under his waistband.
“Oh, you fucking did not!”
“I want my kiss,” he pointed at his tattoo, “Right here.”
After a brief pause, you leaned over to kiss Minho’s crotch, and got your ass gently bitten by Seungmin in the meantime.
“Someone’s in heat,” Minho softly chuckled, “Why don’t you accompany her to our bedroom and I’ll be right there.”
“You heard the master,” Seungmin extended his hand to you, “Come.”
The second you walked into the bedroom, he started kissing your face off right away. You knew how he was going to start moaning when you moved to his neck, so you didn’t waste any time hearing one of your favorite sounds in the world.
“Do you even know how cute you sound like that?” you chortled against his skin.
“I don’t remember telling you you can go ahead without me without permission,” Minho appeared behind you shortly after, and you felt his breathing down your nape, “Can’t wait to have your fun for two seconds?”
He placed Seungmin’s hands on the hem of your t-shirt to signal him to take it off while he rid you of your bottoms. As Seungmin inhaled your lips and fondled your breasts, you felt how hard Minho already was behind you on your bare hips.
“Come sit on my lap,” Minho pulled you towards the bed, “Let me spoil you a little.”
You watched both men get undressed for you, and once Minho made himself comfortable against the headboard, you climbed over him.
“Slick already. Love that,” he licked his lips while caressing your pussy, “Ride it. I wanna watch you make a mess on me.”
You straddled his deliciously thick thighs and started riding him. Meanwhile, Seungmin slithered his way up to steal wet kisses from Minho. Once they broke the kiss, you felt Minho’s large hand wrapped around your throat and his grip started tightening.
“Ride it properly. No cumming for the rest of the night for you if you can’t finish yourself on my thighs,” he ordered with a firm voice and turned his attention to Seungmin again, “Let’s help her out, shall we? Be a good boy and go down for me. Show us what that mouth can do.”
You watched the way Seungmin made his way between Minho’s legs and ghosted his lips on his cock, intently watching him twitch with anticipation. Then he took his entire length into his mouth and started blowing him in earnest.
“Ah, fuck, just like that,” Minho threw his head back, one hand on your waist to support you and the other hand in Seungmin’s hair, “Fucking sloppy. Just the way I like it.”
Watching the way Seungmin was going at it stirred something inside you and you started riding Minho faster. When you picked up your pace, he channeled his attention to you again.
“You know how much he loves your taste, don’t you? We’ve recently figured out something he likes more.”
“W-what… what did y– Fuck!”
“Your taste on me,” he flashed an absolutely sinister smile, “Lay down for me, gorgeous. Give me a kiss.”
As you laid down next to Minho, Seungmin began lapping at the trail you left on his thighs like there was no tomorrow. You were allowed to watch for a little bit, but the show got cut short when Minho wanted your lips on his again. His moans in your mouth became louder when Seungmin took him down his throat, and it wasn’t long before he came hard with his breath taken away by you.
“There you go, you beautiful thing,” Minho petted Seungmin’s disheveled hair and reached for his phone on the nightstand, “You know you’ve earned yourself a huge reward now, don’t you? You know where to go.”
As Seungmin crawled between your legs, he turned on his camera and started instructing him.
“Look at her all spread out and soaking wet. Begs to be pleasured, don’t you think?” Minho placed a little kiss on his temple, “I know you’re thirsty. Lap at that pretty cunt. Show me how you lick her good.”
Going down on you himself was one thing, but Minho loved keeping a personal archive of your pussy getting eaten. He frequently filmed closeups of it, especially for when he was going to be out of town.
“Oh, fuck, that’s– That feels so good,” you pressed Seungmin’s head closer to you.
“Good boy,” Minho contently grinned, “Suck on her clit now. Get it all swollen for me.”
Seungmin followed every single instruction he received to a T, rapidly tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach with his perfect ministrations. You wanted him to snap it already, so fucking bad that you started riding his face in the exact same rhythm as he was making out with your clit.
“My perfect little lap dog. I so wanna show you off, YES!”
He didn’t stop until he extracted the last drop of cum out of you, but by the time you came down, he was in a pretty bad shape himself.
“It’s time you pay some attention to the poor thing,” Minho tutted in disapproval, “Look how much he’s leaking.”
You gestured Seungmin to come up so you could give him a much-deserved loving kiss, and shifted him under you in the meantime.
“Since you’re such a good boy tonight, I’ll let you pick your own toys this time,” you kissed his crotch, “Which one do you want me to fuck you with, baby?”
Minho opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bunch of options for him, and Seungmin eventually landed on his tail plug.
“Good choice,” you grinned at him as Minho handed you the toy, “Relax for me now, okay?”
He was painfully flushed already with his precum pooling around his slit, so when you dragged your tongue on his skin, it automatically elicited a loud whine out of him. You carefully worked him from his tip to his base with wet kisses all over. Nevertheless, Seungmin had been so turned on for quite a while that he came all over himself when you barely started rimming him.
“Tsk, but that’s not very nice, is it?” Minho let out a disappointed sigh, “Do we need to go over your training again?”
“I’m– I’m sorry,” Seungmin struggled with his words in between his panting, “I’m– I didn’t mean to…”
“But why did you cum knowing full well I was just getting started, baby?” you feigned displeasure and placed a little kiss on his balls, “I think someone needs to be taught a lesson.”
You continued getting him wet all around his entrance as planned, not caring how much he was writhing under you.
“God, please, too– too sens– FUCK!!!”
“Yeah, well, you should have thought of that in the first place,” Minho started filming a new video, “Now you’re gonna sit there and let her pleasure you as much as she wants.”
“Shh, I’m here,” you intertwined your fingers with Seungmin’s as he kept whimpering, “I’m right here. Just enjoy it.”
He was absolutely relishing it, but he was dying at the same time. Seungmin’s moans climbed gradually louder when you started fucking him and they turned concerningly high-pitched when you finally took him in the wet warmth of your mouth. The sight was a little too hot for Minho to handle, so he couldn’t resist stroking himself, seeking relief a little too desperately.
“Damn, gorgeous, I gotta have you do this to me, too, sometime.”
You arched your ass while blowing Seungmin to make yourself a little more comfortable, but that went straight to Minho’s head. After a while, he simply couldn’t contain himself any longer. Touching himself wasn’t enough; he needed to fuck you. He was dying to fill you to the brim. He threw his phone back on the nightstand and found himself crawling behind you.
“You’re asking for it,” he firmly groped your ass, “You’re begging me to fuck you. Look how wet your cunt is just knowing I’m right behind you.”
You felt him rub his tip on your soaked folds and even that much was enough to make you clench.
“FUCK, why you gotta be so fucking perfect?!!”
He rammed himself inside you with one sharp thrust, and you started moaning against Seungmin’s cock. You started fucking him faster to force him to cum in your mouth again, and the sudden vibrations on his skin worked as the perfect catalyst. The way Seungmin thrashed under you while violently cumming and the way you were desperately moaning with your mouth and cunt stuffed hit Minho like a brain freeze. He slithered his hand between your legs to rub your clit, and once you started contracting around him hard, he pushed both of you off the ledge and creampied you just the way you loved. Having the two men you loved this much spilling into you like that was the utmost form of bliss for you.
You collapsed on top of each other to catch your breaths for a while. You were snuggling under Seungmin’s arm while Minho hugged your waist as you caressed his damp hair.
“Do you think we should get a cat?” he asked out of nowhere after some time. You were still in no position to stitch words together, so the response came from Seungmin instead.
“Why the fuck would we do that when we already have you?”
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