A/N: More kinky smut and aftercare because aftercare is awesome! Please review :)

"Up," Seven's voice cut through her haze and she sat up on her knees to look at him. He kneeled in front if her and placed a gentle hand under her chin, "Are you alright?" he asked and she nodded in response. "Can you talk?" he asked, it would've sounded patronizing if his tone wasn't so sweet.

"Yes, Sir," she said quietly, thankful for his genuine concern. He smiled and pulled her against him. Jumin threw a condom at him which he impressively caught without looking and quickly rolled on. He kept his hands on MC's waist, her chest pressed against his, and slowly pushed into her. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her coming undone as he entered her, her eyelids fluttering closed and her mouth open in a silent moan.

"So… fucking… good," he hissed, biting down on her shoulder as he felt the last inch slip into her. He pulled back a bit before thrusting up again and let her slowly rock her hips against him as soft moans of pleasure fell from her mouth. "You're so gorgeous," he muttered as her grabbed hair so pull her mouth up to his. Seven lost himself in her for moment, completely entranced by the way her body moved against his. Her hands tangled in his hair and his name fell in from her lips in soft whispers. He almost forgot what he planned on doing to her, but as the thought re-entered his mind he grinned, knowing those sweet whispers wouldn't last much longer.

He made eye contact with Jumin and gave a small nod, smiling sadistically. Jumin moved behind her, his hands wrapping around her waste and he covered her back in gentle kisses before he began to enter her, his cock sliding into her along with Seven's.

Seven watched carefully as MC's expression turned adorably confused before her eyes widened in shock and understanding. "T-too much," she whined, as Jumin slid about halfway inside of her. He moved slowly, careful not too hurt her unnecessarily.

"Shhh, you can take it," Seven whispered as she leaned her head against his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders. She tried to shake her head and Seven chuckled, "Having Jumin's cock in you too just makes you even tighter around me," he said in a low voice, "How's it feel, MC? Being filled up by both of us at the same time?" As he spoke Jumin pushed into her the rest of the way. His head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tight as he struggled not to move. Seven was right, she was just so tight.

"Too much, too big," she whimpered, letting out a shaky breathe. She felt like she was being torn apart and they weren't even moving yet. She felt Jumin hands slide down her arm and take her hands in his, moving them behind her back and holding them tightly in place. Seven pressed something against her clit and she tried to shift away from it. The pressure from them filling her was already overwhelming. "Please," she begged, realizing she had no where to go to escape from the object.

"Begging already?" Seven teased as he clicked on the small vibrator, holding it firmly against her already sensitive clit. MC screamed and tried move away but she was trapped between their bodies, Seven's free hand on her hip and Jumin's hands restraining her own. She let out a frustrated cry and tried to lift herself higher onto her knees but Seven was relentless and the feeling of their cocks sliding out of her only made the sensation worse.

"No, no, no," she repeated as she struggled. "Please" she cried brokenly, her entire body shaking and tears forming her eyes, "Please stop, it's too much, I can't take it!" She felt them start to move inside of her and she screamed again, shaking her head in desperation.

"Yes you can, princess" Jumin whispered in her ear as he began to thrust into her slowly. He and Seven had started a rhythm where one would push into her as the other began to pull back. Her toes curled and she could feel her orgasm building inside of her. She dropped her head and continued to let out desperate whimpers and pleas which they ignored.

"Isn't this what you wanted darling? To be used by both of us" Seven taunting voice made her shake even more, "I know your clit is already feeling sensitive, but I hope you don't think we'll stop just because you cum. But you can cum whenever you want, my dear. You'll only make it worse for yourself." As he spoke he turned up the intensity of vibrator and she struggled to fight off the orgasm.

"I-I can't…" she cried helplessly, "I'm gonna…" The vibration that teased her clit were too strong and the feeling of both men thrusting inside of her at a rapidly increasing place was becoming unbearable. Seven's words pushed her even closer to the edge. She tried to move away again but ended up only grinding her clit harder against the vibrator and she let out a desperate scream as her orgasm washed over her.

She could feel the tears flowing freely down her cheeks and she begged for them to stop. Her head was spinning and she body was exhausted. Her clit was so sensitive the vibrations were becoming painful and their thrusts were harder and rougher than before. "No more, no more, no more," she repeated helplessly, "Please, Master, please." She could hear Jumin's breathe become ragged behind her and leaned her head back so it was resting against his shoulder and tried to look at him. She widened her eyes and pushed her lips out into a pout, knowing it would push Jumin over the edge. As soon as they made eye contact he lost it, finishing immediately. He groaned loudly and moved his hips chaotically as he gave his final thrusts before pulling out. He breathed heavily as he moved away, letting Seven take control of her.

Seven quickly pushed her down onto the bed, removing the vibrator from her clit and holding her hands above her head. "Manipulative little slut, aren't we?" he chuckled and MC let out a gasp of relief as the over stimulation was removed. "Too bad I'm not as easy as he is." He leaned down to take one of her nipples between her teeth and pulled.

"Oh shit, Seven please!" she gasped. She was surprised she didn't feel more empty after being filled so completely, but Seven's thrusts still brought her dangerously close to the edge of pleasure and she wasn't sure she could handle orgasming again. She still felt completely undone and over sensitive and she was closer than she'd ever been to her breaking point. "Please don't make me cum again," she begged.

Seven removed his hands from hers, one resting next to her head to keep his weight up and the other grabbed her chin, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. He leaned down till they were inches away and whispered in a threateningly sweet voice, "Why don't you touch your pretty little clit for me?"

MC almost let out a sob of frustration and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please," she begged. His constant thrusts never slowed and he looked so in control, she felt absolutely helpless under him. "Please, don't make me."

He gave her a look that told her she didn't have a choice if she wanted this to end anytime soon and she tentatively pressed a finger against her swollen clit. "Play with yourself for me," he whispered against her skin as he kissed down her neck, "Show me what an obedient little whore you are." She whimpered and began rubbing small circles against herself. She vaguely remembered asking him to focus on her clit at the beginning of the night and shivered at the thought.

"Please," she tried again, knowing it was useless. She could feel her orgasm approaching much too quickly.

"Faster," he commanded and she complied despite the desperate whine and shake of her head. "I want you to make yourself cum for me." She noticed he kept repeating those words, "for me." He owned her, her body, her pleasure, her orgasms, and he wanted her to know it. To know that he was completely in control and she was helpless, powerless under him.

"Come on, MC," he grinned as her fingers moved faster, "Be a good little girl and make yourself cum while you scream my name." As soon as the words left her mouth she was writhing in pleasure, feeling her overpowering orgasm take over and make her shake so hard she couldn't control her fingers. She screamed his name at the top of her lungs and she came, her eyes closed tightly and she could feel a sob rack through her chest at the unbearable pleasure.

Seven finished at the same time, thrusting into her hard and moaning her name as he filled the condom. He fucked her through her orgasm before moving away, leaving her shaking with tears in her eyes. He lay back against the mattress and tried to catch his breathe, waiting a minute to transition back before making sure she was okay.

Jumin, however, had her in his arms in seconds. He pulled her onto his lap and pushed her hair out of her face as he whispered comforting words in her ear. "You're okay, my love," he said quietly as MC pressed herself against his chest, "You're safe, princess, I'm here."

She smiled shyly and wiped a tear away from her cheek. She was a bit more shaken up than usual and Jumin's words, although they's usually make her feel better immediately, didn't help as much as she would have hoped. MC knew it was partially because he wasn't the one to push her, being with Seven already felt vulnerable because it forced her to submit to someone other than her husband. Mentally and emotionally giving up her will to him left her feeling a bit lost and desperate to cling onto him, but it felt strange searching for comfort from anyone other than Jumin.

She turned her head to see Seven laying diagonally across the bed. He was watching her with a gentle smile and she looked down in embarrassment. "Come here," he chuckled and MC looked at Jumin for permission. Jumin kissed her cheek and let her go so she could crawl out of his lap and kneel next to Seven. He sat up and looked at her with a questioning gaze, tilting his head a bit. MC cheeks flushed pink and she looked away, she felt needy but wasn't willing to express that, even though Seven could see it clearly in her eyes.

He sighed and pulled her against him and she wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. "You're such a good girl, I'm so proud of you," Seven whispered and MC felt a wave of relief wash over her upon hearing the praise. "You did so well," he continued, rubbing her back. He took her face between his hands and wiped the stray tears away from her cheeks. "You know Jumin and I both love you?" he asked as if talking to a child and she nodded, "Good. Does it hurt?"

"A little bit," she mumbled shyly, "More sensitive."

He nodded in understanding and looked at her intently. "Sweetheart, it's really important right now that you tell us what you need. We need you to use your words and not be shy or embarrassed. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, I mean it."

She felt tears fill her eyes as the full range of emotions washed over her. She felt tired and helpless and ashamed and she really needed them both right now. She moved her arms so they were wrapped around Seven's neck and finally broke down. She held onto him tightly and started to cry. "I'm sorry," she whispered through ragged breaths, pressing her face against his chest so he couldn't see her.

He kept both his arms wrapped around her and moved so he was sitting next to Jumin, pulling MC with him. "Shhh, you're fine darling, you're perfect," he whispered as she clung onto him. He shifted so they were laying on their side and Jumin was behind her, his arm wrapping around both their waist.

She felt a blanket being pulled over them and relaxed at the feeling of their warm bodies on either side of her. Tears were still coming steadily and her breathe was shaky but she felt protected. They both held her as the exhaustion took over and she drifted into sleep.

"She's so cute," Seven chuckled once her breathing had evened out and her grip had loosened, confirming she was asleep. He looked up at Jumin who was staring at her lovingly, his fingertips tracing patterns along her side. It made Seven smile to see how much he loved her. "You doing alright, my disciple?" Seven asked teasingly, running his fingers through the older mans hair.

Jumin sent him a glare in response and ducked his head out of his reach. "Don't touch me," he growled, making Seven laugh. "And I'm fine, just worried about her."

Seven hummed in understanding shifted so he could push Jumin's hair back again despite his protest. "You're a good Dom," he commented and Jumin mumbled a begrudging "thank you" and allowed the red head to play with his hair though his annoyance was still clear. "Go to sleep, she'll still be here when you wake up," he teased and Jumin made a disgruntled noise but lay his head down next to her and closed his eyes.

Seven lay down as well, his face was only inches away from MC and he ran his fingertips over her soft features. He splayed them across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose, along her cheekbones, and hesitated on her lips. He traced them with his finger and noticed them begin to curve up into a small smile. He grinned and kissed her forehead gently, "Beautiful girl," he whispered softly as he closed his eyes, "how did I get so lucky to have you in my life?"

MC woke up after a few hours and attempted to stretch her body the best she could manage trapped between the two men's sleeping forms. Seven was laying on his she stomach with his arms folded underneath his pillow, his head facing away from her. Jumin lay on his side with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. His hair fell into his eyes and his lips were parted slightly in a peaceful expression. She turned so she was facing him and kissed his nose, smiling as he stirred a bit before pulling her closer.

She giggled and rolled onto her back, which proved to be a struggle since Jumin had no intention of loosening his grip. He was always a bit clingy, even when he was asleep, and MC had grown used to it and found it endearing. She tilted her head to look at Seven messy red hair and ran her nails up and down his back soothingly. After a few minutes he made an incoherent noise and turned his head to look at her, a sleepy smile playing across his lips.

"You shouldn't sleep with your glasses on," she chastised lightly and he mumbled something she couldn't understand in response. He propped his head up on one of arms and her hand slid from his back to his chest which had become exposed and the blanket fell to his hip. She took the thin chain he wore around his neck in between her fingers and followed it till she retrieved the small silver cross. "I didn't even notice you still had it on," she said quietly and he chuckled.

"I rarely take it off," he admitted, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "How are you feeling?" he asked, pressing a kiss against her wrist which made her smile. She thought for a moment before answering.

"Okay," she said slowly, very aware of how carefully Seven was watching her. "I… I think I still need… umm…." she trailed off, not even sure how to say the words. Luckily Seven found her embarrassment just as adorable Jumin usually did and didn't make her struggle through the rest of the sentence, he understood immediately. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him and away from Jumin. Jumin grumbled from behind her but let go of her rolled over, making MC giggle. Seven grabbed her waist on either side and pulled her on top of him while moving so he was on his back. Her bare stomach and chest were pressed against him and her legs fell between his. He took her face between his hands and waited for her to look at him before talking.

"You are so beautiful", he started and MC felt her cheeks start to turn pink, "And you are in no way a whore, or a slut, or a sex toy to be used carelessly. You are our precious RFA princess and I hope Jumin never lets you forget that for a minute." She flushed at hearing the pet name Jumin gave her fall from his lips and Seven grinned at her response. "You're also," he continued in the same sweet voice, "a really amazing submissive and I'm thoroughly impressed with and proud of you."

"Really?" she asked in a shy voice, and Seven couldn't help but laugh. She was used to Jumin showering her in praise and affection, maybe even become a bit spoiled by it. Even when his word were harsh during sex they never affected her for long, she never doubted how much he loved her and that he was pleased with her. But he didn't have the same history of reassurance with Seven, and as embarrassed as she was to admit it, she wanted his approval and reassurance.

Seven grinned and moved his arms around her waist, pulling her further up his body so she could rest her forehead against his. "Of course," he said and MC smiled shyly. "Your ability to control your orgasm was seriously impressive, you managed to swallow even though you were on the verge of choking, and you didn't break a single order. I know it takes a lot of strength and courage to be that vulnerable and submissive, and I'm honestly honored that you trust me and feel comfortable enough to be in that state with me. But you were amazing and I'm so proud of you. You were so well behaved," his purred the last sentence in a low voice that made MC blush.

"For you," Jumin mumbled, surprising both of them because they didn't know he was awake, "With me she's a little brat." Seven laughed and lightly tapped MC's hip, signaling to her to go to Jumin.

"But I love you," she cooed, covering her husbands face in kisses.

"I love you too princess," he chuckled, pulling her closer. "And you did do very well. Seven's right, you were surprisingly well behaved." She smiled at the compliment but before she could become too proud she heard Seven ask a question about how she acted like a brat. She looked down, looking guilty as Jumin answered. "She likes to tease," he said quietly and Seven laughed again.

"Just don't let her orgasm," Seven said nonchalantly and MC looked at him with wide, panicked eyes. Jumin turned his attention to the red head as well and MC silently begged him to stop talking but he only grinned and continued. "If she teases, I mean. Not just orgasm delay, complete denial. I'm sure she'd stop as soon as she realizes your serious."

"That's not a bad idea," Jumin hummed under his breath, ignoring MC's panicked expression. "I rather like it actually. Don't you, princess?" he teased, playing with her hair.

"No," she muttered, sending a glare to Seven who winked in return.

"Or if you really misbehave," Jumin whispered in her ear, "I could send you over to Seven for a while and let him correct your behavior for me." MC bit her lip and away from him, crossing her legs tightly. She was surprised Jumin would even suggest something like that, but she wasn't going to complain. As much as she hated to admit it, Jumin was right.

His princess was definitely a masochist.