Three's a Crowd - JH + JW x Reader
Warnings: threesome (ish), unprotected sex (wrap it up, guys), reader is shared, fingering, oral (f receiving). Reader is tipsy but everything is consensual.
The afterparty is smoky and loud, all neon and bass. It isn’t what you’d expected at all. Everyone is a little too close, a little too tipsy, and a little too eager to get lost in the moment.
Wooyoung walks beside you with his hand warm on your back, guiding you through the crowd. He looks breathtaking in his suit, tie loosened, hair messy from performing. He leans down ever so often to murmur something in your ear… but then he gets pulled into a conversation with a producer, and you’re left nursing your drink.
That’s when you see him across the room staring at you. Yunho.
Tall. Sharp jaw. Smirking like he’s up to something.
You look away quickly, trying to focus on anything but those eyes. Yunho has always been a point of contention between you and Wooyoung. He’s never been subtle about finding you attractive, and he flirts blatantly. If we’re being completely honest, you don’t mind, but you really don’t need the drama of coming between two bandmates.
It doesn’t take long before Yunho walks over to you, swirling his whiskey in his hand.
“Did he ditch you already?” he asks, eyes dragging over your dress.
You laugh, focusing on your martini. “He’s busy. I can handle myself.”
“Mm,” he hums, stepping closer, lowering his voice. “Shame. If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
The boldness of his statement steals your breath. He notices, and his smile widens.
“Why don’t we go and talk somewhere quieter,” he says, fingers brushing the small of your back. It’s a soft, light touch. “Just for a minute. He won’t even notice.”
“What do you want to talk about?” you ask, looking up at him.
He chuckles. “I dunno. The weather.” He starts walking away.
You shouldn’t follow him. But you do. You don’t even know why you’re following him, but the drinks have gone to your head and Wooyoung is off somewhere... and what’s the worst that could happen?
He leads you down a hallway toward a quieter lounge room, dimly lit, empty for the moment. The music is muffled here, the air warmer, the closeness suddenly very intimate.
“You look incredible tonight,” he says, stepping in close. “I’ve been trying not to stare all evening.”
Your pulse jumps. “Don’t lie,” you laugh. “You’ve been staring shamelessly.”
“Fine, I’ve been staring,” Yunho laughs and sips his drink.
You shake your head and look down to the floor, face reddening. “You’re trouble.”
“Only if you want me to be.”
He runs a single finger down your arm, slow, tracing heat into your skin. Then he leans in, close enough for his breath to warm your lips.
And that’s when you hear a voice behind you.
He shuts the door behind him and stares directly at his bandmate, jaw tight. It’s not anger… what is it? Jealousy? Or something else. He looks at you.
“So this is what happens when I leave you alone for five minutes?”
He steps up behind you, body pressing to your back, his hand sliding around your waist like he’s reclaiming you.
“Did he ask you to come with him?” Wooyoung asks against your ear.
You don’t answer. You don’t have to.
Yunho smirks, closing in the last inches of space. “I was just keeping her company,” he says, eyes dropping to your lips.
Wooyoung’s hand tightens on your waist.
“Is that right?” his voice is barely above a whisper. “Because it looked like you were doing a lot more than that.”
The tension is palpable. You’re caught between them, one against your back, one in front of you, two heat sources, two sets of eyes devouring you.
Yunho lifts a hand to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, slow and bold. “She didn’t seem to mind,” he says softly. “Do you mind, baby?”
Wooyoung’s breath hits your neck. “Baby? You’re letting him flirt with you like that right in front of me?”
“Let her flirt.” Yunho’s voice is low and gravelly. “She clearly wants to.”
Wooyoung turns you to face him. “Is that what you want? Tell me what it is that you want. Me or him?”
Your chest is rising and falling rapidly and you look between them. “I… I want…”
Wooyoung swallows, and something shifts behind his eyes, melting into hunger. “Tell me. Do you want Yunho?”
Wooyoung narrows his eyes. “Do you want me?”
Wooyoung breaks into a small smile and looks up at his friend. “Fine.”
He sits on the couch first, spreading his legs slightly and patting the space between them.
“Come here,” he says, voice low and warm.
Your heart thunders as you sit between his thighs, your back to his chest. His hands slide up and down your arms; they travel to your waist and pull your thighs up and open.
Yunho stands in front of you, arms crossed, dark eyes roaming your body with open hunger.
“She’s even prettier up close,” he mutters.
Wooyoung hums behind you. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
His hands slip under your dress, fingertips brushing the inside of your thighs. Your breath hitches when he slides them higher until his palm presses over your panties.
When he feels how wet you are, he leans in against your ear. “Is that for me… or him?”
You open your mouth and nothing comes out but a broken whine.
Wooyoung hooks his finger into your panties and pulls them aside, exposing you completely to Yunho’s gaze.
Yunho inhales sharply. “Fuck. Let me see.”
Wooyoung spreads your thighs wider, and slides one finger between your folds, dragging slowly from entrance to clit.
You gasp, gripping his knees.
“Good, right?” Wooyoung asks softly as he circles your clit, teasing, barely touching. “Tell me if it feels good.”
“Good, you found your voice,” he chuckles, and pushes two fingers into you at once. “Let me hear you some more.”
Your back arches, head falling against his shoulder as he curls them deep inside you, finding your sweetest spot immediately. His pace is slow but heavy, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you open while Yunho watches every twitch of your body.
Yunho’s jaw is tight, breathing uneven. “She’s perfect,” he mutters.
“Come closer,” Wooyoung says lazily. “Get a better view.”
Yunho kneels between your legs on the floor, face inches from where Wooyoung’s fingers disappear into you. His eyes flick up to yours, dark and hungry.
“You like when I look at you like this?” he asks.
You nod, breath coming in gasps.
Wooyoung speeds up slightly, pushing his fingers deep, knuckles pressing against you with every thrust. You moan, loud and unrestrained, thighs trembling.
Yunho groans under his breath. “Fuck… she’s gonna make me lose it.”
Your orgasm builds fast with Wooyoung’s fingers stroking you deep and Yunho watching every second.
But Wooyoung slows suddenly, pulling his fingers out with a dirty wet sound that makes Yunho curse.
“Not yet,” Wooyoung whispers against your neck. “Yunho hasn’t had his turn.”
He guides you forward gently, and Yunho kneels in front of you, hands sliding up your calves until he grips behind your knees and pushes your legs wide.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Now let me taste.”
When his mouth meets you, you gasp loud.
Yunho eats you like he’s starved. He’s wet, messy, and greedy,
tongue deep inside you, lips sucking your clit, fingers digging into your thighs to hold you open exactly how he wants.
You writhe, grabbing Wooyoung’s wrist where it rests by your head.
“Fuck, she’s shaking,” Wooyoung mutters, voice low. “You can touch me, baby,” he adds softly.
Your hand reaches blindly for his crotch and he’s hard already, straining against his pants. He groans as your fingers brush the outline of him.
Yunho moans into you at the same time, sucking harder, licking deeper. The room fills with wet sounds, his mouth devouring you like you’re something sweet.
You come undone fast, your body trembling, your hips jerking toward Yunho’s mouth. Your thighs tense, back arching off Wooyoung’s lap as your orgasm crashes through you, your moans breaking into gasps as Yunho keeps licking, keeps sucking until you’re shaking uncontrollably.
When you collapse back against Wooyoung, Yunho wipes his mouth and looks up at you with hungry eyes.
But Wooyoung can. “She’s ready,” he says, voice rough. “Put her on me.”
Yunho helps lift you, guiding you on top of Wooyoung, who is already pulling himself out, thick, heavy, flushed. Wooyoung sits back, chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation.
“Come ride me,” he says softly. “Let me feel you.”
Yunho helps lower you, aligning you carefully before you sink down onto Wooyoung’s length in a slow, deep stretch that rips a moan from your throat and a growl from his chest.
Wooyoung’s head falls back.
“Fuck, baby… you feel amazing…”
Yunho moves behind you, holding your hips, guiding your movements as you start to ride Wooyoung, slow at first, then harder, deeper.
Wooyoung’s eyes flutter shut, jaw clenched as he grips your thighs.
“Don’t stop… fuck, don’t stop…”
Yunho leans close from behind you, whispering in your ear.
He reaches down to free himself, stroking himself slowly as he watches you bounce on his friend. “Let me watch you both fall apart.”
Your body tightens, pleasure building again as Yunho strokes himself to the sight of you and Wooyoung moving together, your moans all mixing together and filling the room.
Wooyoung is close. You can feel it in the way he thrusts up into you, hands dragging you down harder, faster.
“Cum with me,” he moans. “Cum on me… right now… fuck!”
Yunho strokes himself faster, watching your faces, your bodies, your sounds.
You break first, crying out as your orgasm hits violently, tightening around Wooyoung, pulling his climax from him in a deep, guttural moan as he spills inside you, hips jerking uncontrollably.
Yunho comes seconds later with a shudder, hot ropes spilling over his hand as he groans your name.
You collapse forward into Wooyoung’s chest, breathless but satisfied.
Yunho leans in behind you and kisses your shoulder softly.
“Next time,” he promises, “you'll be riding me.”
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