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"Why can't you just skip today?" Seungmin's sulking and isn't even ashamed of it. He's in a mood, and had come to dorm Boiled Chicken Breasts ( Hyunjin) specifically to visit Changbin. Who is haphazardly shoving things in his gym bag. Because he's going to the gym. Instead of hanging out Seungmin.
"You could always join us. I know Chan hyung wouldn't mind."
Seungmin doesn't dignify that with a response past a deadpan expression. It makes Changbin snort, followed by a fond smile and hair ruffle. Seungmin catches his wrist to blink up at him, puppy eyes on full blast. All he gets is a soft kiss before Changbin is out the door.
Wow.
So Seungmin is sitting on the living room couch, listlessly watching Jeongin and Jisung play an intense match of Mario Kart. Jisung is on the other side of the couch, Jeongin taking up the floor, both of them ignoring his sulking form to yell at each other as they fight for first place. Seungmin sighs for the nth time, curling into himself and thinking bitterly that at least Jeongin is having a good time.
"Stop pouting. You do this every time. He goes to the gym, you sulk, he comes back all energetic and you two fuck and you're happy again. Just wait."
Seungmin gawks at the back of Jeongin's head, in disbelief over not just his words, but also the fact that the disrespectful brat didn't even turn or stop playing during the entire spiel. Jisung is cackling next to him, cheeks puffy with popcorn. Seungmin hates them both so much.
"Maybe you should've gone, Innie." Seungmin sniffs then, crossing his arms petulantly. "Your arms are starting to shrink."
"I hope Chan hyung sucks his dick in the showers so there's none left for you."
Jisung starts hacking, laughter turning to coughs as he chokes on his snack. Jeongin snickering when it has Jisung falling to second.
Seungmin hands Jisung his water bottle, waits patiently for him to get it together and return to being neck-to-neck with Jeongin, and when they're halfway through the last lap, promptly shoves Jeongin's back with his foot – Jisung lets out a triumphant whoop as he wins.
"No!" Jeongin protests, turning around with more anguish than Seungmin thinks is necessary. "He– you didn't win fair!"
"Stop being a sore loser, Innie."
"Yeah, Innie." Jisung immediately tag-teams with Seungmin, plopping back down from his victory dance to wrap an arm around Seungmin's shoulder and tug him close. Seungmin allows it, just because of the way it's making Jeongin even more irritated. "No one told you to get distracted."
"He literally shoved me."
"No, I didn't."
"Yeah, I didn't see anything."
Jeongin stares at them both, eyes narrowing and nose flaring. Seungmin keeps up his perfectly innocent face, doesn't have to even look to know Jisung is doing the same.
Jeongin relaxes then.
"I want another match."
"I'm beat. Let's do something else."
"How about with a bet involved?"
"I'm listening." Seungmin snorts at Jisung's abrupt change in answer, shrugging his arm off and standing up with a stretch.
"Well, you two have fun. I'm gonna go."
Seungmin blinks when Jeongin stops him, fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging him back, all while he continues to look at Jisung.
"Another match." He murmurs silkily, tone one that never bodes well. "Winner gets to fuck Seungmin hyung."
"Excuse me?"
"And loser has to watch. Only watch."
"Hey!"
"Deal."
Seungmin turns his indignant stare from Jeongin to Jisung.
"Hey!"
"What?" Jisung has the nerve to look innocently confused. "That's why you came here anyways."
"That's- I-"
Seungmin shivers when Jeongin turns to smile at him, thumb gently stroking the inside of Seungmin's wrist.
"Come on, hyung. We're already here." He lifts Seungmin's wrist then, kissing it softly while keeping eye contact. Seungmin swallows, feels heat flare in his stomach.
"…fine. Fine. Whatever."
Jeongin's lips twitch, expression smug when he lets go of Seungmin and flops back down on the floor, grabbing the controller he had dropped in anger earlier. Jisung wiggles his brows at Seungmin before the two start up another round. Seungmin sighs, sitting back on the couch and tucking his feet under him.
Might as well.
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All three of their jaws are on the floor as the screen flashes – showing Jisung as the winner.
"What the fuck?" Jeongin whispers, turning to stare up at Jisung. "You wanted to fuck hyung that bad?"
"I- well- I- you came up with the bet!" Jisung splutters, face offended at the way Jeongin eyes him. Seungmin swallows, tries to keep from squirming, already feeling himself getting flushed as he looks between both of them and the screen.
"You don't want to fuck me, Hannie?"
"Of course I do." Jisung says immediately, sincerely, almost comically so. Jeongin snorts, Jisung placing his controller on his head as retaliation. He and Seungmin both ignore Jeongin's yelp as they look at each other.
"Then go ahead." Seungmin murmurs, eyes flicking down to Jisung's lips. Jisung doesn't waste time, surging forward to eagerly kiss him.
Seungmin feels his previous arousal – the one that had him waltzing in here in the first place – make a strong return when Jisung picks him up, lips still locked and carries him to his bedroom. He's splayed out on the bed, fingers clutching Jisung's shoulders as Jisung kisses and sucks at his neck. His head is tilted towards Jeongin, who's sitting across the room on the floor, watching them sulkily. When they make eye contact, Jeongin's eyes darken even more – Seungmin shivers, hand sliding up to cup Jisung's face and tug him into another heated kiss. A show just for their maknae.
Seungmin moans when Jisung's thigh grinds down on his erection, Jisung taking advantage of his open mouth to slip his tongue in, turning the kiss even hotter and filthier. They separate with a wet noise, Jisung looking down at him flushed and pleased.
"Should have just offered when hyung left."
"Less talking, more doing." Seungmin complains, impatiently tugging at Jisung's shirt – Jisung laughs but obediently takes his shirt off, eyes fluttering when Seungmin reaches for his pecs, thumbing at his nipples.
"Fuck, Seungminnie."
"If you would–"
Seungmin yelps when Jisung swoops down to kiss him again, hands pulling Seungmin's pants off while he practically tries to devour Seungmin's mouth. His hand wraps around Seungmin's cock, eliciting a whine that Jisung swallows immediately – he sets a rough pace as he jerks Seungmin off, all while his tongue is making Seungmin's toes curl.
"Hannie– Hannie come on–"
"So needy." Jisung teases, playful and fond, reaching for the lube.
"I'm already prepped." Seungmin breathes – that wipes the smile off Jisung's face, throat bobbing to swallow as he stares.
"You–?"
"I prepped before I came here so just fuck me, come on."
"Is that what took you so long to get ready?" Jeongin pipes up then, startling Seungmin who had almost forgotten he was there.
"God." Jisung whispers, pained – pushes his shorts down enough to free his cock, slicking it up with a shaky moan before grabbing Seungmin's legs and tossing them over his shoulder.
Seungmin moans as Jisung pushes inside nice and slow, turning to look at Jeongin again – he's flushed now, sitting on his own hands while his eyes stay fixated down, where Jisung and Seungmin are connected. Jisung starts a gentle pace, has Seungmin feeling every inch drag as he pulls out before pushing back in.
"Harder."
"So bossy. Isn't this supposed to be my prize?" Despite his complaints, Jisung's next thrust is a lot harder.
Seungmin jolts with a whine, looking up to see the satisfaction bloom on Jisung's face at the reaction. Jisung really starts to fuck him then, his grip on Seungmin's leg tightening as he punches moans out of him with every snap of his hips.
"Ha– ah– nnie– fuck–"
Jisung huffs out a laugh, hair falling over his eyes as he works up a sweat, leans down to press their mouths together, always hungry for kisses. The change in angle has his cock hitting right on Seungmin's spot – Seungmin moans, and sucks Jisung's tongue into his mouth.
"Seungminnie…" Jisung breaks the kiss and buries his face in Seungmin's neck, mouthing at his skin as he fucks in just right. "You feel so good, fuck– just wanna keep you here and stay like this…"
Seungmin shudders at that, fingers digging into Jisung's back as he moves his hips, fucking back on his cock. They both moan at a particularly good thrust – for all of his usual loudness, Jisung's always so soft and breathy in bed, quiet moans right in Seungmin's ears that are driving him crazy.
"You close?"
"Yeah yeah– fuck–"
"You gonna come on my cock, Seungminnie? Yeah?"
Seungmin blinks up at Jisung – his flushed face, red and swollen lips, hair moving in time with his thrusts.
"Make me come, hyung."
Jisung's pupils dilate, choking on a moan – he pulls on Seungmin's cock, thrusts getting faster. Seungmin whines, squirming, staring up at him helplessly as he feels heat pool in his stomach.
"Come on, Seungminnie. Give Innie a show."
Fuck… Jeongin.
Jisung laughs as Seungmin's eyes widen – Seungmin turns to look at Jeongin, hot arousal shooting up his spine at the way Jeongin is watching him. His lips are bitten red and raw, clearly hard from watching Jisung fuck Seungmin into the mattress, and helpless to do anything about it.
"Innie…" He whimpers, toes curling when Jeongin's throat bobs with a hard swallow.
"Let him see me make you come, Seungmin-ah."
Seungmin squeezes his eyes shut at Jisung's words, feeling himself near the edge. Jisung's thumb presses into his cockhead just as he thrusts back in – and Seungmin comes, mouth dropping open with a loud moan as pleasure rolls through him in waves, edged on with every fuck of Jisung's hips.
Jisung follows him soon after, cursing against Seungmin's neck as he pushes in deep and stills. Seungmin whines at that, cock dribbling weakly at the feeling of being filled up, desperately clinging onto Jisung.
They both pant, catching their breaths – Seungmin tips his head to look at their audience of one again, Jisung doing the same, smushing their cheeks together as they watch the way Jeongin is trembling with arousal.
"What was the loser's job again? Do what the winner says?" Jisung asks, breathless. Blatantly lying.
"...yeah." Jeongin responds in a whisper, licking his lips. Going with it.
"Make Seungminnie come again, Iyen-ah."
Seungmin shivers at that, Jisung turning to look at him, their noses brushing. He hears Jeongin shift, but he's distracted as Jisung captures his mouth in a kiss so hungry it has his stomach stirring again.
When they part, Jeongin has made his way over, standing beside Jisung, looking down at Seungmin with his dark eyes. As Seungmin watches, Jeongin tips Jisung to face him, pressing their lips together.
"You want me to make him come again?"
"Yeah…" Jisung breathes against his mouth.
"Then pull out, hyung. So I can fuck your come back in him." Both Jisung and Seungmin moan at that, Jisung surging closer for a deeper kiss. Seungmin's dick twitches at the sight of it, the kiss filthy, a blatant show for him as their tongues twine.
They break apart, Jisung's tongue swiping at the string of spit between their lips.
Jisung pulls out then, Seungmin unable to stop the breathy little noise at the emptiness. Jisung coos at him, pecking his lips before scooting back to give Jeongin space. Jeongin's already stripped, climbing onto the bed and situating himself between Seungmin's legs in all his naked glory. Seungmin's face heats as he realizes he still has his shirt on, so desperate he had completely forgotten about it.
"Don't. Leave it on." Jeongin says amusedly, stopping Seungmin when he starts to pull the shirt off. "We just need this anyways, right?" Seungmin whines as Jeongin teasingly presses his thumb against his dripping rim.
Jeongin slicks himself up, even though it's unnecessary with how wet Seungmin is, wasting no time and pushing inside with a quiet groan. Seungmin trembles, clenching to feel the pressure of it – Jeongin's grip on his legs tighten at that, and he bends Seungmin even more before starting a languid pace.
Seungmin whimpers as he feels hands wrap around his ankles, Jisung pressing behind Jeongin to hold up Seungmin's legs. It leaves Jeongin's hands free, which is terrible, as he stretches Seungmin's arms above his head, pinning his wrists to the mattress with one hand while the other slides down to stroke his cock.
Every roll of his hips is calculated, slow but so fucking deep, making Seungmin feel every inch, every drag, and Jeongin manages to fuck right against his spot almost every time. He matches his hand to that infuriating pace, a slow up and down, up and down, all while keeping Seungmin's squirming body pinned by his wrists. All Seungmin can do is lay there and take it, blurrily staring up at Jeongin's pretty and flushed face.
The creeping, molten arousal reduces him to tears, moaning and whining both of their names in a plea to show mercy but don't stop please please please–
Jeongin kisses him quiet, tongue pushing in to thoroughly map out every inch of his mouth.
He feels Jisung place his legs on Jeongin's shoulders – Jeongin breaks the kiss as Jisung presses behind him, mouthing at his neck, finds that one spot that has Jeongin melting. Jeongin whines, tipping his head back to rest against Jisung and give him access, his eyes staying on Seungmin's face. Jisung's too, both of them watching, pressed together, as Jeongin's cock has Seungmin falling apart.
When he comes, it's slow too – builds up until the orgasm rocks through him so hard his toes are curling, mouth refusing to close as he writhes from the pleasure. Jeongin dilligently fucks him through it, works his cock until Seungmin's melting into the mattress with an exhausted sigh.
Jeongin comes not too long after, Jisung murmuring praises into his skin, fingers fondling his pecs as Jeongin fills Seungmin up too – Seungmin flushes at the way he can feel it spilling out of him, overflowing.
Jeongin slumps back against Jisung with a deep breath, trembling a little. Jisung holds him, mouthing at his shoulder, his free hand soothingly rubbing Seungmin's thigh.
When he pulls out, Seungmin whimpers again, hole clenching to keep the come inside. Both Jisung and Jeongin tease him, cooing and touching, Seungmin kicks in their direction, sated and weak.
They both get up eventually, discussing clean up while Seungmin stays starfished on the bed, eyes closed – their gentle murmurs has him feeling really sleepy…
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jisung: me & innie left u a present
changbin: ?
jisung: on ur bed
jisung: for when u get back ❤️
changbin: what is it?
changbin: hannie?
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Seungmin wakes up slow and warm, blinking as his eyes try to focus – his face is half smushed into a pillow, body awkwardly lying on his side, leg draped over something solid as–
The cock fucking him pushes back inside, Seungmin jerking with a whine at the sudden, hot pleasure jumping up his spine.
"You finally awake, puppy?"
Seungmin can feel Changbin's smile against his neck, hand warm from where he has it pressed to Seungmin's stomach. Seungmin looks down blearily, breath leaving him in a rush as he sees the way his stomach bulges from Changbin's cock.
"Hyung." Seungmin whimpers, straining to look back at Changbin's face. Changbin grabs his cheek and leans closer, Seungmin's mouth dropping with a moan as it has Changbin going even deeper. Changbin kisses him, swallowing his noises, hand gripping Seungmin's thigh and grinding in.
"Looks like Jisung and Jeongin had fun, huh?" Seungmin's face burns as Changbin's cock fucks back in with a filthy squelch, his hole still wet from two loads of come. "Was it your idea, baby? Did you come crawling into hyung's bed?"
"N-no–" Seungmin slurs, panting against the pillow, drool dribbling down the side of his mouth with every roll of Changbin's hips. He doesn't how long Changbin was fucking him before he finally woke up, but he already feels painfully close to another orgasm. "They m– uh–"
"They what?"
"Game– nhnn– prize–"
Changbin laughs, lifting Seungmin's leg further up to slide in impossibly deeper.
"Were you the prize?" At Seungmin's weak nod, he laughs again. "Oh, I don't blame them. Look at you, pretty puppy. Taking me so well."
Seungmin moans, grinding back to meet Changbin's cock, clutching at the sheets. Changbin leans down, kisses Seungmin's neck before sucking on a spot that has heat churning in his stomach.
"You gonna come again, Seungminnie? Gonna come for hyung?"
Seungmin desperately pushes back harder, chasing his orgasm with a pathetic whine – Changbin finally grabs his hip, yanking him back with every thrust until Seungmin comes, untouched and all over the sheets, gasping for breath. Changbin's hand slides up to hug him close, face pressing against Seungmin's chest as he fucks his pliant body in short, sharp thrusts, moaning breathily before he comes too, filling Seungmin up for the third time, warm and so fucking wet.
Seungmin's legs are still trembling when Changbin pulls out, eliciting a needy little noise. Changbin shushes him softly, pressing a kiss to his temple before getting up.
"Just getting a towel, Seungmin-ah, hold on."
Seungmin breathes slowly, body coming down from the high – he feels cold, wet and empty. He blinks when he hears Changbin open the door and let out a noise of surprise. He's too out of it to hear what he's saying, just the soft mumured conversation between him and someone else.
"Change of plans, Seungminnie. Hyung's gonna take care of you."
Seungmin lifts his head and turns blearily at Changbin's words, blinking as he sees Chan pad in.
"Hyung…" Seungmin whines, just from the look on his face. Chan's all pink and flushed, smiling gently as he walks up to the bed and combs his fingers through Seungmin's hair.
"Can hyung clean you up? Hm?"
Seungmin swallows – he's tired, he's so tired. But his body is traitorously heating up, and his mind unhelpfully whispering how long it's been since the two of them fooled around.
"… okay." Seungmin acquiesces. Chan beams like he won the damn lottery.
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Seungmin's on his stomach, what seems to be almost every pillow Changbin possesses under his hips, clutching the sheets and moaning as Chan eats him out sloppily. It can't taste good, come and lube dripping from his hole – but Chan licks and sucks like it's a five star meal, hands keeping Seungmin's cheeks spread.
"H– ah– please–"
Chan keeps one hand on Seungmin's ass, the other sliding up to grab Seungmin's waist – Seungmin whimpers as Chan tugs him to meet his enthusiastic mouth, helplessly grinding back on his tongue – can feel Chan's spit dripping down his skin. It's filthy, the wet noises along with Chan's muffled moans making Seungmin's face burn.
He didn't think he had another orgasm left, but his cock is starting to fill out again slowly, dragging against the pillows. Seungmin's squirming between the soft feel of them on his sensitive, leaking head and Chan's hungry mouth licking and sucking his red, puffy rim – overstimulated and in tears.
Chan is thorough, painfully so. And Seungmin knows he won't let up till he makes him come. So all he can do is lay there and take it, crying out when Chan presses two fingers inside to open him up, tongue pushing in even deeper.
Through the fog of desperate arousal, Seungmin hears the sounds of Danceracha coming home, no doubt thrumming with energy, the way they always get after a good practice between the three of them. And Changbin's door is wide open for them to walk by and get a free show of the way Chan is reducing Seungmin to tears and unintelligible moaning… or to get an idea for an outlet to excess energy.
It's just his luck, really. The timing and the location, though Seungmin wouldn't put it past Jisung to have told them to come to this dorm instead of the other one.
Seungmin clutches at the sheets, pressing his face back into the pillow damp with tears and drool as he feels heat pooling in his stomach – succumbs to the pleasure and the knowledge that he's not going to be getting sleep or a shower any time soon.