When San asked you if you wanted to have a few drinks at his apartment, you had no idea what you were in for. You two had been friends for a while, or friends with benefits actually. It was a situation that suited you both just fine. You didn't need the complications of a relationship, not now, not ever. But tonight felt different.
He was sloppily kissing your neck. The both of you had far too many drinks and the room spun like a carnival ride. Whenever you guys would drink together before, it was usually just a casual hook-up, but tonight there was something more urgent about it. It felt more…passionate.
"San," you moan, fingers tangled in his hair as you grind your hips back and forth. His hands grip your waist tightly, guiding you in a delirious dance of pleasure. The alcohol had unleashed something within him, something fierce and primal that you've never quite seen before. His eyes, usually so playful, now burn with a serious intensity that sends a thrill down your spine.
You stopped the movement of your hips, his cock nestled deep inside of you. You both froze for a moment, lost in the intensity of your shared gaze. San's grip tightened, and you felt his breath hot against your skin as he whispered into your ear, "Is this what you want?" The question was loaded, and you knew it wasn't just about the sex.
"You're already inside of me…" You mumble. "Doesn't that answer your question?" San chuckles, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he sucks it into his mouth. The sensation sends a jolt through your body, making your toes curl. You're both drunk on desire and the scent of alcohol lingering on each other's breath.
"Y'know that's not what I meant," San says, his voice thick with emotion, pulling back to look at you again. His eyes are searching, looking for something in yours. You realize he's not just asking for consent; he's asking for something deeper. Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a sudden soberness wash over you.
"San-" You sniffle and pull him into a hug, burying your face into his neck. "I don't…I don't know."
"Baby, please," He mumbles, grabbing your hips and beginning to move them again, his dick sliding in and out of you with a desperation that makes your stomach flip. You can feel his heart racing, his pulse pounding in your ears as he holds you tightly. It's like he's trying to tell you something without words, his movements speaking for him.
"I'm scared," you whimper, the words slipping out of your mouth before you can even think to hold them back.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered, moving your hips with a gentle urgency that seemed to melt your fears away. His kisses grew softer, more tender, as if he was trying to reassure you with every caress of his lips. You felt his breath warm against your neck as he kissed you, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin, making you shiver.
"I would never hurt you." You swore you could see hearts in his eyes. "I just want you to be mine. Please." His words were a gentle plea that hit you like a wrecking ball. You felt the walls around your heart cracking, threatening to crumble under the weight of his sincerity.
Pairing: dom!San x sub!reader
Genre: smut, fluff, fake texts
Requested: Yes
Warnings: BDSM dynamics, talk of punishments, threats, breeding kink, dirty talk
A/N: Hello lovelies. Not sure how I feel about these tbh haha. Yunho and San were requested but to ease the work/test the waters I will do one at a time. I apologize. If you all like them maybe I'll do a series?
Requests: Open (link below)
Summary : Wooyoung and San corner Seonghwa, forcing the frustration out of him and making him surrender to pleasure.
Word count : 2.5k
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Seonghwa has been an asshole for the past 2 weeks, exploding into fits of range over nothing and complaining to everyone for the smallest things. The thing is that Seonghwa is pent up, the lack of sex getting to him and his last nerve.
The group is affected by the negative energy Seonghwa is creating, they are all under pressure and none of them have had any time for anything outside of Ateez, especially hooking up with other people.
It's been the third time since they woke up that Seonghwa lashed out on one of them, either for letting their personal belongings all over the dorm, dirtied surfaces like the kitchen counter or the coffee table. He even went as far as blaming them for almost falling over onto his face, when he actually got caught into his own foot.
Wooyoung and San have had enough and after a long conversation, plotting some kind of vengeance but also considering that their older friend is exhausted out of his mind. They settle in how and when to gang up on him and take care of the problem, which is about to go down right this moment.
They ensure that every other members are either locked inside their room or at the company working, before launching their secret attack. Wooyoung is the one who lures him into his room, by asking for help on animal crossing. Seonghwa brightens up for the first time in days, happy to teach about his favorite game. "Thank you Hyung, I was lost for a moment there."
San waits for the perfect instant to strike and he catches him off guard, shoving him and throwing him onto the bed. Seonghwa screeches, his brain short circuiting there for a second. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Seonghwa glares at him and attempts to get up but it's no use, San barely nudges him, manhandling him onto his back. Wooyoung cackles, finding the scene funny and captivating, becoming aroused rather quickly. "Eh? I definitely wasn't expecting that."
San holds Seonghwa down, smirking smugly at Wooyoung. He lifts Seonghwa's hips with one hand, turning him on his side temporarily to slap his ass hard, which earns him a gasp and punches full of outrage. "You little-"
"You're in so much trouble!" Wooyoung bites his lips sensually, getting more turned on by watching Seonghwa struggle under San's hold. They both ignore his empty threats, rather focusing on his body. Wooyoung finally gets his hands on him, swiftly untying his joggings and pulling them down while San shoves Seonghwa's arms away when he attempts to grab at his clothes.
"Settle down Hyung, we're not gonna hurt you." San joins in on pulling his pants off and he's the one who throws them somewhere in the room before going for his shirt. Seonghwa is babbling nonsense and tries to get them to slow down and let him understand their intentions but they don't care, having had too much of his bullshit and given him many chances.
"You've been bad, you need to be punished." Wooyoung follows by ripping Seonghwa's shirt off, already growing impatient. His friend trashes too much, making it hard for San to pull down his boxers, but he manages to do it with a bit of roughness. Once off, San and Wooyoung admire Seonghwa's pretty cock while drooling. "Holy fuck."
His dick is half hard, their touches have made his body react despite not expecting the sudden turn of events. Seonghwa is shyly trying to hide his lower part, but Wooyoung acts offended and hurries to slap at his wrists to get him to unhide. "Wooyoung-ah?"
Wooyoung drags a finger from Seonghwa's collarbone, caressing him all over and teasing the skin of his lower stomach so that it trembles. Once satisfied with the sight in front of him, San eagerly joins in.
While Wooyoung rubs and grops Seonghwa's waist and thighs, feeling him up, San circles his nipples teasingly. They touch him barely, leaving him wanting more, until his cock hardens fully, precum leaking from the tip. San salivates, gulping and almost choking on his own air when Seonghwa reaches to grip his wrist.
He guides San's hand to his lower stomach, trying to make him touch his dick and huffing when the other doesn't give him what he needs. "Please?"
Wooyoung takes advantage of their distraction to take out the bottle of oil from the bedside table and squeezes some out, pouring the cold liquid all over seonghwa's body generously. They chuckle at the sound of Seonghwa soft panting and tiny whimpers. "So sensitive~"
Some of the oil drips onto Seonghwa's cock, making it jump a few times. The drops are enough to stimulate him since he is deeply aroused and he has to bite back a moan, not wanting to embarrass himself. He clears his throat, thinking he is being subtle, but Wooyoung sees right through him. "You're not gonna cum already are you, that would be embarrassing."
He says it with a shit-eating grin, as if he wouldn't react the same if he was in his situation. San ignores Wooyoung's taunting and doesn't waste another second. He slides his fingers over Seonghwa's left arm and massages the muscles deeply, enjoying the feeling of his friend's soft skin under his touch.
Wooyoung follows shortly, starting with his other arm and copying San movements. Seonghwa is confused, having thought that they were gonna touch his pulsing cock, but he stays silent and curiously watches them work out the knots from his body.
He flushes in embarrassment, he is getting way too turned on from such non sexual touches. Shame fills him as he watches them work on his exhausted body with more innocence than originally planned. Should he feel bad, how could he be so dirty minded?
He tries to relax against the mattress and enjoy their surprisingly good massage, he closes his eyes and exhales deeply. That's when San and Wooyoung make eye contact, smirking in triomphe as they finish up with seonghwa's arms to do his legs next.
Fingers dig into seonghwa's soft skin and said boy moans softly, completely forgetting his hard cock standing proudly and throbbing in response to his friends' touch. But the two friends on either side of him are checking him out openly, especially his beautiful appendage that they can't wait to get their hands on.
Once their hands reach his thighs, fingertips grazing the inner part and groping the flesh expertly, Seonghwa tenses up once more, eyes blinking open. The first thing he sees is his weeping dick and both of his friends looking right at him, which makes him gulp before apologizing shyly. He tries to explain that he doesn't usually react so effortlessly, but they shut him up quickly by bringing their touch closer to his center.
"We know, trust me." Wooyoung giggles and tells him not to worry, that him and San understand and it doesn't matter as long as he's enjoying it. Seonghwa feels a little better, until San switches to massaging his torso and a high pitched moan escapes from deep within his throat. He is as red as a tomato, hiding his face into his elbow.
Both boys groan in unison, Seonghwa's attractiveness is making it hard to take things slow. If he keeps making all of those sounds, they definitely won't be able to hold back. "That's so hot."
San exhales shakily, his fingers press along Seonghwa's lower stomach making it quiver. He pretends like seonghwa's cock is inexistant and pushes his hands under the length, rubbing the skin in a circular motion. "Ugh~ mmh.."
Seonghwa's thighs tremble as his cock keeps brushing the soft skin of San's hands, his cock getting stimulated from the frottage and the knuckles almost feeling like a mini massager. He bites his lip to muffle his noises, but it barely works.
Wooyoung kindly offers his help to San by gently wrapping his fingers around the base of seonghwa's cock, pulling the member away from his stomach so San can massage him without any inconvenience. "Better?"
"Much." San answers flirtily, not braking eye contact with Wooyoung as his fingers join the ones already wrapped around Seonghwa's cock.
Seonghwa has to grip the blanket under him not to cum untouched, he whines loudly and his hips jerks up uncontrollably trying to fuck their fists. "Fuuc-uhh!"
San chuckles deeply, leaning over to leave kisses along seonghwa's lower stomach, making sure to get him worked up by purposely grazing his cock that is now resting against his tummy again. "Mmh tastes sweet. I knew you would."
Wooyoung licks his lips and sighs while squeezing his own cock once to take some of the strain off, he has never felt so fucking turned on. San winks at him, secretly hoping to pleasure him too. "Maybe I can help with that later?"
Wooyoung looks taken aback for a moment, before he scoffs playfully and turns his attention back to Seonghwa. He follows after San and suckles at seonghwa's skin, their mouths leaving marks all over his lower stomach and thighs, some around his nipples too.
Wooyoung gets too excited and he grabs the hair at the base of San's neck to pull him in for a hot makeout session, they kiss and suck at each other's tongue right above Seonghwa's cock. "Oh. My god~"
It twitches and drips all over his stomach as Seonghwa is moaning softly from the almost stimulation, he feels their warmth and breaths over the underside of his purplish dick. Watching them with a newfound interest, begging them silently to use their mouths on him.
San gives a particular sexy lick to Wooyoung's bottom lip and he sucks onto it until Wooyoung whines against his mouth. Seonghwa hearing this, arches up and whimpers. His hips rise from the movement and the tip of his cock hits San's chin, said boy putting a stop to his and Wooyoung's hot kiss. "H-hey-wait woo."
Both of them watch as Seonghwa is panting hard and whines almost inhaudibly, tears brimming his eyes and flushed all over. They wrecked him and they didn't even touch his cock. "Aww Hyung, is this too much?"
Wooyoung leans further down while maintaining eye contact with Seonghwa, he smirks before licking a stripe from the bottom of the lenght to the very tip and Seonghwa sobs, hips canting up uncontrollably almost knocking Wooyoung off. "Aaahh~"
San reacts before Wooyoung does, knowing exactly what the other needs to continue his assault on Seonghwa's cock. He straddles Seonghwa's legs and holds down his hips in a bruising grip, giving Wooyoung full control over their friend's pleasure.
Seonghwa moans, loving the way San manhandles and restrains him while they have their way with him. Wooyoung thanks San with a playful bite to the shoulder which rewards him with a yelp from San, before his attention goes back to his older friend. "I'll make you cum if you don't move."
Seonghwa watches him intently, eager to feel Wooyoung's tongue on his most sensitive part again. He stays completely still and Wooyoung rewards him with a kitten lick to the tip, which is enough to have Seonghwa gasp and tense up. Despite wanting to chase the pleasure so badly, he forces his own hips down and its exactly the reaction Wooyoung wanted.
He immediately starts to lap at seonghwa's cock, both San and Wooyoung humming in satisfaction at how well their Hyung responds to their sexual touches. Seonghwa is a moaning mess, shaking like a leaf and unable to form a thought as he is completely lost in pleasure.
He starts crying, literally, when San joins in on licking his cock. He hiccups and whimpers like a baby as San and Wooyoung lap at his veiny, throbbing dick. Both men lick over the whole lenght with vigor, not forgetting to spoil the tip by swirling their tongue around it and slurping up the pre-cum like they're eating a popsicle.
Seonghwa's voice his shaky and it brakes from time to time, he tries to speak but it comes out as incoherent mumbling. "I-ugh. Mhh pl-aahh~"
San watches for Seonghwa's reaction before he wraps his lips around the head of his cock and he suckles with a decent amount of force, smiling against his hyung when he responds with a guttural moan.
Seonghwa melts into the mattress, body going slack right before tensing up again, tingles traveling through his entire body and especially his cock. His balls contract with his stomach, twitching in waves. His orgasm builds up quickly and he feels how hard it will hit him, only for the pleasure to come to an abrupt stop.
Seonghwa chokes on his gasp and starts genuinely crying at the loss of his anticipated orgasm, he feels betrayed and so disappointed that it hurts. Wooyoung laughs at his pain and tears while holding onto San's nape, he took him off of seonghwa's cock just in time. "That was close."
They wait and make sure Seonghwa doesn't touch himself, slapping his hands away everytime. After what feels like hours, but only has been around five minutes in reality, they go back to pleasuring their friend.
Wooyoung proceeds first, taking his tip into his mouth before sliding the lenght down further until it reaches the back of his throat. His hands entrelaces with San's as they both hold down onto seonghwa's hips so he can't fuck up into his mouth.
Wooyoung deepthroats him, swallowing around his dick without gagging and seonghwa is on cloud nine. He is smiling and moaning softly, Wooyoung's throat feels like a massage, squeezing him just right.
San gets a bit jealous and he locks his fingers through Wooyoung's hair before pulling him off of Seonghwa's cock harshly. Wooyoung moans loudly once his mouth let's go of the dick with a pop, loving the pain and manhandling.
San shoves him away before wrapping his hand around Seonghwa and aligning the cock to his mouth, he slaps seonghwa's dick against his tongue a few times before shoving him down his own throat.
He bobs his head slowly and deeply, leaving Seonghwa a whimpering mess. Wooyoung watches for some time before he nudges San, pinching his side to get him to let go. "Enough!"
San lets go of the lenght, pecking just under the head and then kissing wooyoung deeply before they both go back to licking his cock like hungry dogs.
San sucks along the skin of the length and bites the flesh softly, teasingly grazing his teeth and making Seonghwa grunt from the mixed sensation. Wooyoung kisses the tip and pokes his tongue through the slit, moaning at the taste of seonghwa's salty pre-cum.
They keep lapping, sucking and biting softly until Seonghwa is on the edge again. Wooyoung guides San and they both kiss each other, Seonghwa's cock trapped between their lips and tongues. It tips him over the edge, his orgasm hits him with force and cum shoots out onto both of his younger friends' faces. "Yeeahh! Aahh fuck-"
They lap it all up until there is nothing left and Seonghwa is whimpering from overstimulation, he has to physically pull them away from his cock before he ends up peeing. Both boys lick into each other's mouth while Seonghwa is breathing heavily between them, trying to slow down his heartbeat while watching the sexy exchange.
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After their concerts, San is always filled with adrenaline. He lives on a high while he's on the stage, soaring in the clouds. After, it's hard to bring him back down.
As the members often laugh about, he ends up hard on stage from his adrenaline quite often, and the stylists arent the greatest at hiding it when he is. Just like how they fail to hide Yunho and Yeosang as well.
Regardless, the easiest way to bring his adrenaline level back down and rid himself of his erection at the same time is by having sex.
So after their most recent concert, San grabs the hand of his prettiest hyung, Seonghwa, into one of their dressing closets, eager to get all of his remaining energy out somehow.
As he pins Seonghwa against the wall, he wraps his fingers around his throat. With the other he frantically begins unbuttoning their shirts, their coats abandoned before they even made it into the closet, yanking them off at a rapid pace. Beyond eager to have Seonghwa screaming under his touch.
Seonghwa hisses beneath his breath, in between his gasps for air, that it's probably not smart for them to fuck in here, but they both know that Seonghwa's just as eager as he is.
So, Sannie ignores him with ease, tugging off the remaining pieces of their clothes and fucking Seonghwa open on his fingers, listening to his pretty gasps with every moment as he covers Seonghwa's mouth with his hand.
He gets the job done quickly, getting three fingers in Seonghwa in record time, and after a while, Seonghwa lacks the energy to try and keep quiet.
Each little quirk of his fingers, pressing onto Seonghwa's prostate, has little whines being pushed out of Seonghwa's mouth, until his cock is hard and dripping onto the floor.
As Seonghwa keeps gasping, whimpering endlessly into his hand he tried to keep quiet with, it begins to fail, and he gets louder.
Seonghwa's post concert high has always faded before San's does.
When he finally pushes in, San groans open-mouthed into Seonghwa's neck, and Seonghwa himself mewls, his back arching against the wall.
By the time he bottoms out, Seonghwa is moaning into his hand, his chest heaving, and when he starts thrusting, Seonghwa's moans only get louder with each one.
Every press hits Seonghwa's prostate with ease, a skill that San's perfected after they've fucked so many times, and he uses it to his advantage.
San removes his hand, the only thing muffling Seonghwa's whiny moans, to grip onto Seonghwa's waist instead, leaving Seonghwa to either grip the wall to keep standing or have his legs give out and cover his mouth.
He ends up grabbing the wall, and pleasure slowly overcomes each one of his senses as San fucks him like a wild animal. The sound of their sweaty skin slapping together is vulgar, almost as much as Seonghwa's moans are, and he knows that there's no way anyone doesn't know what they're doing here.
His voice is sore from performing at the concert, yet that doesn't stop him from moaning like a pornstar as San ramps up his thrusts to an impossible speed, his legs shaking beneath him as his eyes start to close, his moans pitching higher and higher.
When Seonghwa finally orgasms, he almost screams, his eyes rolling back, and San groans against his skin as he cums inside.
Their post concert fuck in the closet brings San's energy level back down to his baseline, yet it depleted Seonghwa's energy into the negatives, and the moment that San lets him go his legs buckle in and he collapses on the floor.
His limbs refuse to cooperate with him as he lays there, and San has to help him get his clothes back on. The closet reeks of sex when they finally leave the closet, and the rest of the members, who took their makeup off in the amount of time it took them to fuck, glare at them annoyedly.
A single glance towards their crotches is a clear explanation, the obscene sounds of them fucking leaving them hard.
And San knows that he doesn't look that bad, or at least not any moreso than he did once he stepped off stage, but Seonghwa is a different story.
It's a testament to just how worked up he is after a concert that he can leave their hyung like this; his voice absolutely shot, hair sticking up madly in every direction, flushed cheeks, wobbly legs and a limp.
His complexion gives away, without a single doubt, what they were doing...that is, if it wasn't obvious by the squeals that Seonghwa made as he was railed into the next dimension...
Warnings: Camboy Au, Camboy!San, Dom!San, Sub!Reader, use of petnames (Baby, bunny), slight noona kink, unprotected sex, mirror sex, use of a collar, slight degradation, praise, let me know if i missed anything!
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“Mhmm..Look at the camera noona..let them know who’s fucking you so good~”
“She’s my pretty bunny, and no one else’s. Sorry~ This pussy belongs to me.”
You moaned at his words, glancing up at the camera with a smile on your face. San and you had been in a relationship for around 3 years, one of those years you’ve been making appearances on his streams. Making some of his followers happy because they got new content, and some upset because they thought they had a chance with the male.
Your boyfriend was a popular cam boy, something he told you when you first started dating. You didn’t mind and when you were away from each other, you watched his streams. Always giggling as he gets excited when you enter. He would always gasp and be like “Guys my bunny is here! Everyone say hi to her~.” It was a boost to your little ego. You knew he was yours and he was proud to flaunt it. Sometimes when you left marks or hickeys on him he would proudly show it off on stream, and you loved it.
But when he had a special follower milestone stream planned he wanted to do something new, so he asked you to be in his stream. And of course, you couldn’t tell your boyfriend and so here you are now. A set of (f/c) bunny ears and a fluffy tail plug in your ass as, a matching collar and leash around your neck to go with the rest. San tugged hard on the leash forcing you to look up at the camera. “O-oh fuck..Sannie feels so fucking good..” You whine out and San smirks. “Yea? You love it when I fuck you like this? On all fours like the good little slutty bunny you are~” He teases and you nod. “Mhm...f-feels good.” You moan out, pressing your head into the plush bed.
San chuckles as he lands a harsh smack to your ass making you cry out. “My sweet innocent noona turned into such a little slut for my dick.” San moans out as you clenched around his cock. “Even my words make you clench around me, You see how naughty she is guys?” You could hear the notification sound going nuts on San’s computer. Probably people sending money or leaving comments but you couldn't focus on it from San picking up his speed suddenly. He hit that certain spot in you that had your eyes rolling back and your tongue sticking out as pathetic moans left your body. “Oh~? Is my baby about to cum already?” San asked and you nodded helplessly as his assault on your cunt failed to let up.
San chuckles behind you and suddenly stills his hips, making you whine loudly but he shushed you. “Alright, guys~ Thank you for watching~ But I don’t think you guys deserve to see my beautiful noona cum just yet~. “ He says and you look back at him with slight confusion. “I’ll be back online two nights from now! Now I'm going to celebrate my milestone with my baby! Bye-bye!”
He leans forward and turns off the camera, ending the stream. He lets out a dark chuckle before tugging on the leash again, forcing you up. San took in your fucked out expression from the nearby mirror and smirks. He starts back up his ruthless thrusts forcing you to look at yourself.
“Look at how slutty you look...I couldn’t let all those people see this~, It’s only for me.” He growls, dropping the playful act he had. He began practically fucking you into the mattress and all you could do was let out soft whines and cries of his name as you felt your orgasm fast approaching.
“Sannie I-”
“Go ahead.”
You screamed out your boyfriend's name (knowing that you’ll probably get a noise complaint from your neighbors.) as your orgasm rocked your body. You started whining loudly at San’s thrusts only speeding up with your orgasm making you sensitive. San let out a dark laugh as he leaned down, giving the leash a tug so his eyes meet yours in the mirror.
“Oh? Just because I said you could cum, doesn’t mean I’m stopping Bunny.”
Your eyes widened as you saw the devious smirk on his face.
“Now, why don’t you be a good bunny and give me another one huh?
pairing: san x reader, wooyoung x reader (both san & wooyoung are doms, reader is sub)
genres: comfort, angst-ish, smut, completely self indulgence | rating: mature ! do not interact if a minor
word count: 3812
plot: you're feeling down, and your boyfriends try to make you feel better
warnings: depression, self hatred, skin picking disorder, body weight insecurity, polyamourous relationship, nipple/ breast play, fingering, sex toy usage, oral, bdsm themes, doms/sub relationships, orgasm denial & control, squirting, spanking, choking, biting/marking/slight scratching, a bit of hair pulling, slight teasing, use of pet names (princess, good girl), bulge kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), doggystyle, praise kink, multiple orgasm, pain kink(?), threesome, use of the color light system (just check-ins, no safe word use), subspace, and sweet sweet aftercare - as usual, let me know if I missed anything!
a/n: this is a very very self indulgent fic. a very special thanks to @sugasbabiie for beta reading this for me and pointing out some things that I needed to change 💜💜💜
You felt disgusting, broken, and just downright depressed. You were supposed to hang out with San for the night, but he was running late. So you went ahead and ordered takeout, getting his favorite. Ever since you started dating him and Wooyoung, you would take time to have a date night with them separately and together. That way, you wouldn't always be the victim of their teasing.
You hear San unlocking the door, so you do your best to act fine as you go over to greet him.
"I'm glad you're finally here!" You say, pulling him into a hug.
"Hi baby," he says, his dimples appearing as he hugs you back. "It smells delightful," San adds, pulling back and looking at you. His eyebrow twitches, and you're afraid he is going to ask what was wrong, but instead, he takes off his shoes.
"I'm glad! I bought your favorite barbecue, and I think it might still be warm," you tell him, clapping your hands once as you go to check, San trailing behind.
"Did you already eat?" He checks, looking at you sternly as he breaks the wooden chopsticks.
"Yes, and if you want proof, it's in the trash can," you say, looking down and away.
"Alright," he says, his voice softening immediately. "Go turn something you like on, okay? I'll eat and then clean up."
You nod and kiss his cheek, going back and turning on the show you've been marathoning. San comes and sits next to you, eating and half-heartedly paying attention.
You lean against his shoulder and curl up into your blanket, trying to relax. Your insecurities were getting the better of you.
When San finishes his food, he kisses your cheek. "I'll be back in a few," he says, and you know he is going to shower.
"Make sure to brush your teeth!"
"I will," San responds with a chuckle.
When San returns from cleaning up, you hadn't realized you zoned out from the show and started crying. He turns off the TV and pulls you into his lap slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away.
You don't, so you end up letting out a soft sob against his chest. San soothingly plays with your hair and rubs your back, letting you cry while saying soothing words in your ear.
"It's okay baby, let it out. I'm here for you, don't worry. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"
When you’ve calmed down enough, and you blow your nose, San finally asks, "What has you so worked up, Y/N?"
You sigh, looking away and shaking your head.
"I just want to help," he assures you, "So please, tell me."
He wipes your tears away with his thumb, his own eyes full of concern.
"I've just been… feeling really insecure and hating my body," you murmur, looking away. "I hate that I have a stupid skin picking disorder. I hate how fat I am. I hate my stretch marks and my stupid eyes. I hate that I have two incredibly attractive boyfriends, and I'm just a potato," you rant, getting overly worked up to the point you start crying again.
"No, no, no, no, precious no," San says, his heart breaking as he sends a quick text to Wooyoung (get your ass over here asap).
"You're so beautiful, okay? We are all humans with flaws. Woo and I are idols, so that's why you think that. Remember my high school and middle school photos? I'd probably look worse than that now if I weren't an idol and could spend lots of money on skincare," he says with a slight giggle, handing you tissues again.
You take it and blow your nose again, groaning slightly. He just had to be logical.
"And I love all of you. I love your sexy body. I love your personality. I love the way you think and talk; how you see the world. I love your pretty eyes. They can see, you know? So you can see me," he giggles at that a little, gently kissing each of your eyelids.
"I love your pretty lips," he says, running a thumb over them. "I love your body. There's so much to cuddle, and you're soft and even better to cuddle than shiber, but don't tell them." At this, San gently starts caressing your body.
"And you know, your sweet tummy isn't going to be flat like mine. It's hard work to keep abs, and I generally don't eat before we perform to keep them there. Because when I eat, bye bye abs," he tells you, pulling his shirt up to show you how his stomach was just smooth and soft.
"And for your tummy," San begins, laying you down on the couch and pulling your shirt up to kiss it. "Your pretty tummy holds your uterus and the most precious parts of the entire female reproductive system, your ovaries and eggs. And right here," he kisses under your belly button, getting closer to over your pubic bone, a very sensitive spot for you, "right here is where all the magic happens."
You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain as you feel your cheeks heating up.
"It's where a baby will grow, if we decide to have one, and it's where your body let's you know it's reproductively healthy," he starts, kissing lower and lower each time, until you're biting your tongue to hold back a moan. San picks up the change in your state, swallowing the need to smirk.
"And your legs, your beautiful legs," he murmurs, massaging your feet and up your calves. "They carry you around all day and are so pretty." San kisses your shins, then slowly up your inner thighs, making you squirm.
His strong hands hold you in place as he continues worshiping your body. "You're beautiful thighs," he murmurs, nipping them. "They hide something beautiful between them, but even on their own…" San tries not to groan, as he can tell he is growing hard by your soft gasps. "They're soft and lovely to rest my head on, like your breasts, and I could spend all day marking them up. I love the way they jiggle like your ass does when spanked," he adds, looking you in your eye as he rubs your thigh, what he normally would do before spanking you.
When you nod, he gives them a resounding smack. This time, you don't hold back your moan.
He takes your hands in his, kissing your palms. "Your beautiful hands are perfect to hold, and your arms giving the best hugs, but don't tell Wooyoung or really anyone I said that," San giggles a little again, kissing up your arms, nipping here and there on the soft flesh.
"I know you hate how you pick at your arms, and I know how hard it is for you to control that impulse. But I want to help you, and I assure you Wooyoung feels the same way, okay?" he assures you.
You look away, more embarrassed than aroused now. "Precious, I asked you a question," he says, turning your chin to make you look at him, his dominance coming out.
"Yes sir," you say, biting your lip.
"You don't have to call me sir right now. This is about you. Now, can I make you feel good?" He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your lip as his knee ruts into your core.
"Please," you sigh, wondering if he would ask first or if he would make you beg.
Your word pleased him, as he immediately picks you up and kisses you deeply, carrying you to your bed.
“I love you so much; you know that, right?” San asks as he sets you down on the bed, helping you out of your shirt.
“I do,” you say softly, looking down as your face heats up.
San plants another sweet kiss on your lips, then slowly down your neck.
“Your soft skin is so kissable,” he says with a little giggle, nipping and sucking lightly, just enough to leave slight marks for the day. He undoes your bra, laying you back on the bed as his mouth travels down your decolletage, his hands caressing your breasts.
“You’re so precious to me, and I love all of you,” San assures you. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ll say yellow if you’re uncomfortable? Red if you want to stop?” he adds.
“I love you too,” you whisper, looking down at him lovingly. “And I always will,” you assure him.
He immediately takes one of your breasts in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.
He smiles against your skin, giving the same attention to the other breast. San begins to kiss down your stomach, humming while he does.
“I love your soft tummy,” he murmurs, looking up at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. “It makes you extra cuddly,” he giggles.
You blush, not sure how to respond until he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.
“May I?” San asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes please,” you say, raising your hips to help him. He ends up taking your underwear off as well, a somewhat sheepish smirk on his face.
“Sorry,” he says, his tone rather unconvincing.
You roll your eyes as he spreads your legs, his eyes going face to face with your heat.
“Can I eat you out?” he bluntly asks, his warm fingers opening your folds.
“Please,” you say, letting him position your legs better as he immediately licks your folds, kissing your clit.
You let out a soft whine of pleasure, falling back onto your bed and allowing yourself to relax. San continues to suck on your clit, feeling your arousal start to drip onto his chin as you clench around nothing. Before you could beg for more, San’s tongue enters you, lapping up your arousal and easily hitting the spots that make your orgasm begin to quickly grow. San’s nose rubs against your clit, and he smirks as you grind against his face.
“San~ Sannie~ ah~” you moan, causing him to chuckle softly. The vibrations make your toes curl, and you gasp and grab the sheets.
San reaches up and takes one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it in reassurance as he continues his ministrations.
As you start feeling closer to your orgasm, San stops. He stands up, causing you to whine.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says with a gentle laugh. San opens the drawer where you kept your sex toys and lube, and he takes something out you can’t quite see.
“What color are you?” he asks.
“Still green,” you assure him, trying to smile for him.
San kisses your forehead before going back down on you, this time putting his fingers inside of you. He turns on the bullet vibrator he took on a low setting and presses it against your clit, smirking when you groan his name and buck your hips.
“God, you’re so sexy like this,” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.
You whimper in response, boosting his ego. San turns up the setting on the vibrator, relishing in the power he had over you. He was glad he could help you feel better, even if it was only temporary. Which he hoped it wouldn’t. He wanted his words to have comforted you.
“I’m close-” you begin, your toes curling and thighs shaking.
San immediately pulls his fingers out of you and turns off the vibrator.
“San, what the fuck?” you whine. You weren’t being bratty; you were just confused.
“I promise I am still doing this to make you feel good,” he assures you, setting down the vibrator. “What color are you?” San asks.
“Green,” you admit, causing him to smirk and go back down on you.
After being denied twice, the coil built into a strong pressure, causing you to furrow your brows and whine out his name, being more vocal than usual. You almost feel overstimulated, but he holds your hips in place with firm hands so you can’t escape.
“San, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” you nearly sob, suddenly orgasming harder than you have in the past.
He lets you ride his tongue through your orgasm before he pulls up, a confident smirk on his now rather wet face. “I made you squirt,” he says proudly.
“I-?”
“Squirted, yeah,” San smugly confirms, standing up and sauntering to the bathroom. You’re not sure what he is doing in there, but he soon comes back with a dried face and a damp washcloth.
“I want to keep going,” you sheepishly admit.
He nods and cleans off some of the mess, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. “Let's take off the blankets then, yeah?” San says, helping you stand as he strips off the blanket.
You sit back down and look up at him, pulling him in for a kiss when he comes back. “I want you inside me,” you say softly, tugging at his pants.
“Be patient, you will,” he assures you, pulling away to undress himself.
His self-control never failed to surprise you because as soon as he got rid of his clothes, his hard length stood erect.
He hovers back over you, laying you down and kissing you sweetly. San grinds against you to test how sensitive you were. When you shivered, he stopped, continuing to gently kiss you.
San pulls away after a moment in order to align himself with your entrance. “I love you so much,” he tells you, sliding his tip in.
“I love you too, San,” you assure him, gasping as he continues to enter you, stilling only when he was fully seated inside.
“See, your tummy is even bigger now,” San giggles, rubbing your tummy.
“Are you trying to get me to say you have a big cock?” you giggle.
“No, but I wouldn’t be offended if you did say that,” he responds with a giggle of his own.
“San, please move your big cock,” you tease a little, laughing softly.
“As you wish, princess,” San teases right back, beginning to move at a comfortable, intimate pace.
You move your hips in tandem to his thrusts, gasping softly as he brushes your g spot.
“I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” San says, praising you sweetly. “You’re an amazing person, and I can’t believe you love me back.”
You feel yourself blushing, unable to say anything besides soft moans and whines.
“You’re so beautiful. Like this and any other time. You’re always beautiful,” he assures you, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.
You grab onto his bicep that was holding him up, whimpering his name.
“Good girl,” San groans, reaching down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Go ahead and cum when you need to, don’t hold back,” he adds, picking up his pace ever so slightly, knowing you were growing close.
“I- oh, fuck,” you whine, your nails digging into his bicep as you orgasm.
He continues to thrust through yours, and San soon releases inside of you.
“You couldn’t wait for me to get here?” You hear Wooyoung cry indignantly.
“How long have you been there?” San asks, pulling out of you and cupping your cheek before rolling onto the bed next to you, giving you a view of a very irritated and flustered Wooyoung.
“Long enough to start getting hard,” Wooyoung complains. You glance down to his crotch, and there was a definite tent in his pants.
“Well, this wasn’t the original plan,” San begins, and you are quick to look at the floor, taking great interest in the carpet suddenly. “Y/N was feeling depressed and very insecure about her body, and it just happened to lead to this,” San explains, leaning back and crossing his arms.
“You did?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes snapping to you.
You don’t look up at him or say anything, but you nod a little.
Wooyoung doesn’t say anything, but you know he walks over in front of you. His fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up. “I asked you a question,” he says, his eyes hard.
“I… yes…” you say, sounding uncertain of yourself.
Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.
“I… don’t like myself?” you tell him, your words coming out as more of a question than a statement.
“Y/N,” Wooyoung says, trying his best not to sound disappointed. “You’re an amazing person. The best partner we could ask for. I don’t know what exactly is wrong, and I would love to talk about that later if you want. But I love you so fucking much, okay?” Wooyoung’s eyes were a little glossy, and you could tell how much he meant his words. He wanted you to feel better.
“I know… I love you both too…” You say, holding onto his arm before leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.
Wooyoung holds you close, deepening the kiss. “Is it okay if I have a turn?” he asks you, his hand resting on your hip.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.
“I love you so much,” Wooyoung says, mostly to himself. He then asks, “Can I be rough?”
“Yes, I’ll say if it’s too much,” you assure him, Wooyoung and San both nodding.
Wooyoung is quick to undress and is soon guiding you onto all fours. He spreads open your legs and cheeks, watching San’s cum drip out of you. “You didn’t use a condom with San?” he leans forward and whispers into your ear.
San shrugs, knowing it didn’t matter since you were all clean and you were not likely to get pregnant.
Wooyoung pulls back and smacks your ass. “I love the sight,” he groans to himself, teasing your entrance as he smacks your other cheek. “I love how your body reacts to me,” Wooyoung says, grinning as you arch your back up, trying to get him inside of you.
“You had San, and you need more?” Wooyoung teases, slowly entering you.
“Yes, I need you too,” you gasp out, getting fistfuls of the sheets as you hold them to keep yourself up.
“Good,” Wooyoung grunts, beginning to harshly thrust into you.
“You’re making such a mess with your pretty cunt,” Wooyoung laughs a bit sadistically.
“Just for you, just for you both,” you manage to get out, angling your hips so he would hit your g spot.
“You’re such a good girl for us both, and you’re so fucking perfect,” Wooyoung groans.
San scoots up closer to your face, tilting up your chin to look at you. “You okay?” he whispers. “Color?” He knows Wooyoung could get a bit carried away at times, so he wanted to check.
“Green,” you choke out, your arms giving in on a particularly strong thrust.
Wooyoung slows his thrusts and grabs your hair, pulling you up and moving his hand to your throat. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. We are so lucky to have you,” he whispers, rolling his hips into yours.
You nod a little, your orgasm building again.
Wooyoung hums softly and starts thrusting faster, grunting softly in your ear before he decides to suck colorful marks onto your neck and shoulder.
“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to rub your clit as he squeezes your neck.
You gasp, your thoughts going blank from the slight lack of oxygen to your brain.
“Go on and cum on my cock, princess,” Wooyoung urges you, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezes your neck a little more, searching for his release.
At the slight increase in pressure, your body explodes, and you cum, your fluttering walls encouraging Wooyoung’s orgasm.
He lets up on your throat and clit, thrusting a few more times to ride out your highs. Wooyoung pulls out of you and helps you lay down, cupping your cheeks.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Wooyoung asks, cupping your cheeks.
You’re zoned out, blissed expression was a dead giveaway of your state, as you felt high and floaty.
“Damn, if I had known you were going to come and fuck her like that, I wouldn’t have made her squirt,” San says with a sigh, getting up.
“You did? Without me here to watch?” Wooyoung groans.
San shrugs, heading into the bathroom and drawing a bath.
You watched the two, not quite able to make out their conversation.
When Wooyoung picks you up, you gladly lean against his chest and gently hold him. He leads you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub, which San had filled with a bubble bath. Wooyoung kisses your forehead, and San squeezes your hand, saying something.
San stands up and sighs, looking at Wooyoung. “Don’t leave her alone like this. I’ll wash the sheets,” he tells him.”
Wooyoung lets you play with the bubbles and soon gently washes your hair. “You’re doing so good,” he says, rinsing out your shampoo. “Our pretty girl,” Wooyoung adds, smiling. “Turn a little to face me, and I will wash off your makeup~” he says, putting the cleanser oil on his hands.
“Okay!” you giggle, turning and closing your eyes.
Wooyoung is gentle as he massages the oil into your skin, singing to you softly. You hum along with the tune, letting him rinse off the oil and use your regular cleanser.
“Are you ready to cuddle?” San asks, coming back into the bathroom and now fully dressed.
“Cuddles~!” you say, nodding immediately.
Wooyoung giggles and unplugs the drain, readying a towel.
“I have your favorite pajamas ready for you,” San says, smiling.
You let out an excited squeak, reaching out to Wooyoung to help you up. He gently grabs your arms, helping you find your footing before beginning to dry you off.
“Will you finish her up?” Wooyoung softly asks San, wrapping you in the towel before picking you up.
“Yeah, go clean yourself up,” San says.
Wooyoung kisses your temple and goes to the bathroom, and San helps you into your pajamas.
“You pretty princess,” he says, pulling on your pink pajamas.
“Mhm, your princess!!” you confirm, nodding.
San smiles, plugging in your hairdryer.
“You are the prettiest princess I have ever seen,” he assures you, brushing your hair before adding essence to it.
“Then you’re my… prince?” you ask, glancing up at San as he picks up the hairdryer.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” San assures you, turning on the hairdryer and drying your hair.
Before San finishes drying your hair, Wooyoung returns and lays on the bed next to you, rubbing your back.
Once finished, San unplugs the hairdryer and turns off the light. Wooyoung pulls you under the covers, holding you in his arms. San joins you, kissing your cheek.
word count: 840
warnings: 18+, smut, soft dom!san, sub!reader, mirror sex, double (?) fingering, orgasm denial, slight choking, sir kink (please lmk if I've missed any!)
a/n: surprise san smut yeehaw🤠 I wasn't planning on writing this until I watched today's ep of kingdom hmm. this is also my first time writing smut so please feel free to leave feedback!
writing is under the cut!
Your new panties had been tossed on the floor somewhere but that was the last thing on your mind when you were sat between San’s legs on the edge of the bed. Facing the large mirror against the wall, San ran his hands down your thighs to part your legs while muttering into your ear from behind, “Show me how you touched yourself when I was away, angel.”
The mere utterance already had you clenching, desperate for the pleasure to start. San watched your hand begin to rub slow circles around your clit, never taking his eyes off the mirror. He groaned as he followed the wet slick form at your core drip onto the sheets.
“I know you can do better than that, baby, I want to see you cum.” He whispered into your neck.
“Y-yes, sir.” Spurred on by his words, you slipped two of your fingers into your core, eliciting a moan from your lips as you found at least a little purchase through your fingers.
San continued to pepper wet kisses onto your neck and rub at your thighs as you continued to treat your boyfriend to a show. You could feel his member harden, pressing into your lower back and your need only grew, having to get off on your fingers when what you really wanted was so close behind you. You let out a whine at how unsatisfying this was, to which San caught on.
“Is my baby needy? You need something more?”
“Yes- please-” You gasped, breathe already hitching at the thought.
“Please what?”
“Please, sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He smiled but instead of taking off his trousers like you expected, he cupped your hand working at your core and slipped his fingers in alongside yours, your hand now moving with the motion of his.
The stretch had you keening over in pleasure as his fingers curled up with yours, teasing at your sweet spot. You closed your legs in reflex, but San was quick to open them back up with his other hand and placed a leg over yours to keep you open. His hand then travelled up from your thigh to slide up to your throat, grabbing your jaw to keep your head upright.
“Eyes on me, baby.” He muttered smiling at how you were losing your mind over a few fingers. His grip around your jaw forced you to look into his eyes through the mirror as his fingers picked up speed, dragging in and out of your heat with your fingers still under his.
“Do you see how beautiful you look, angel? Look at how wet you are.” He said, positioning your head to look at both your fingers in your core through the mirror.
Not only was the physical pleasure doing so much to draw you to your orgasm, but it was also the sheer visual of having both your hands working at your hole in unison that had you so close to tipping over the edge.
“S-sir, I’m gonna cum. Please-”
“You’re not cumming yet, baby. Take your fingers out for me.”
Knowing that you would be denied of your orgasm completely if you disobeyed, you removed your fingers from underneath his hand and placed them in your mouth to suck them clean of your slick. The sight had San groaning as his hand around your jaw slipped down to your throat.
“Good girl… Now fuck yourself on my fingers.”
You ground down onto his fingers, whining at the pleasure from your clit rubbing into the palm of his hand.
San watched your blissed out facial expressions as you continued to suck on your fingers, letting out moans with his tightening grip around your neck, and his fingers curling up into your heat.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He groaned into your neck, keeping his eyes locked on yours. The praise had you wanting to cum, but you wouldn’t dare without San’s permission.
“Pl-please, sir. Please may I -ah cum. Please.” You whined, so close to reaching your orgasm.
Seeing your eyes roll back, and how you couldn’t keep your head up without his support around your throat, he fucked his fingers into you hard, making sure to brush up against your sweet spot every single time. He had you exactly where he wanted - completely at his mercy.
“Then cum for me, baby. Cum on my fingers.”
As soon as you were granted permission, you let out the sweetest moan while San continued to work his fingers in you as you rode out your high.
You leaned back into your boyfriend in exhaustion once you finally came back down from the orgasm. He picked you up to place you on the bed properly. Completely spent, your mind was at a standstill until San was back, kneeled between your legs, stroking your hips.
Opening up your legs again, he placed kisses up your thighs as he said smirking, “I’m not done with you yet, angel. Sit tight for me now.”
summary: in which mommy and daddy come home to find their baby boy doing something naughty.
pairing: daddy!san x mommy!poc!reader x babyboy!wooyoung
genre: smutty smut
warning: daddy kink, mommy kink, hard dom!san, soft switch!reader, sub!wooyoung, food play, rimming, fingering, spanking, degrading, oral receiving [f. & m.], anal, sex toy, spit kink, choking, boyxboy, edging, face slapping, hair pulling, breast feeding kink, crying, aftercare.
word count: 1.8k
author’s note: heyy! i hope you enjoy this little segment! please support and give me some feedback cuz idk if i did this right for my first time 🥺 but i love you regardless 🤍
“honey! we’re home!”
you and san just got back from your first dinner without your babyboy, wooyoung. he had announced that he didn’t feel too well and decided not to go out; ushering you two to have fun without him.
so, you indeed that. san introduced you to a new korean restaurant where you could see the pretty, bright lights upon the city. you ate some tasty pork, siding it with white rice, and drank soju while chatting up with your first lover.
though, it felt weird without the baby of the trio.
before leaving the traditional establishment; you and san determined to be good partners, ordered wooyoung some vanilla ice-cream for dessert. “baby! we brought you something!” you yelled trying to get your second boyfriend’s attention.
“wooyoung?” san questioned.
you turned to san trying to figure out the situation, but he seemed confused as you. “let’s go check up on him. he still might not be feeling okay.”
when he agreed, you two proceeded to go up to your wooden stairs and near the main bedroom. though the closer you two got, the more vibrations became detected. the sounds of wooyoung’s pathetic and beautiful moans spread throughout the hallway.
“ugh, the nerve of this boy..” you croaked listening to the calls of both you and san’s names.
san looked you from the corner of his eye and replied, “you know we gotta punish him right?”
you sighed understanding he was right. the last time wooyoung pulled a stunt like this, you let him off like the soft dom you were. but this time, san was here to witness his doing; and you definitely didn’t want to defy him.
“let me go grab the ice-cream..”
opening the bedroom door, you spot wooyoung on the king-sized bed rubbing his cock and thrusting a small, pink buzzing toy in his hole. “o–oh fuck! mommy! oh, daddy! faster!”
you bit your bottom lip and felt your lace underwear become damp noticing that the sex toy was from your drawer. then, your eyes drew down to view wooyoung’s tight rectum clenching with every push. “yes! that feels so good! i–i think i’m gonna come!”
“oh honey, that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do.”
wooyoung immediately stops hearing your stern tone. he jumps up from his initial position and hides the vibrator behind his back. “h–hi, mommy.” he mummers.
you sighed exploring different emotions due to his actions; “now babyboy. what were you just doing, and don’t lie to mommy.”
“i–i don’t know what you're talking about mommy.”
a sadistic smile creeps upon your face knowing san was literally gonna fuck his shit up. “babyboy, you don’t know what you just started,” you say as san walks into the door with the cold, creamy dessert.
wooyoung’s bunny-like orbs bounce to san’s shivering frame and waters with tears. “no! no! i’m sorry mommy! i won’t do it again! i promise!”
you walk toward your naked boyfriend and grasp his smooth chin shaking it. “no can do baby, i gave you a chance to explain yourself and now you have to suffer the consequences.” wooyoung’s lip quivers at your statement and looks at san again with fear.
straightening up your posture, you turn to the dominant male and vocalize, “do you wanna start or shall i?”
“i think you should. he’s not getting babied this time.”
sitting down on the bed; you pull wooyoung toward you, signaling for him to come across your lap. “how many should i give you babyboy? fifteen? maybe ten? i think ten is a good number–”
you sensed his cock twitch in excitement on your leg cutting your sentence off. “–and you better count or we’re starting over.”
slap
“one.”
slap
“two.”
slap
“t-three.”
san’s presence appeared behind you as wooyoung cutely whimpered the numbers. “look at that pretty ass turning red.”
slap
“what did i say babyboy, keep counting.”
“i–i’m sorry! four.”
slap
slap
slap
“eight, nine..”
your hand tingles with anticipation at the last spank. “come on, one more.”
“ah! ten!”
you flipped him over caressing his flushed bottom and kissing his wet cheeks. “aww, you did so good baby! but it isn’t over yet.” wooyoung’s blurry eyes look up to notice san licking his lips sadistically.
he roughly grabs his chin, bringing him towards his face. “listen to me, you little brat. y/n may be all nice and sweet to you, but this is the last time you act out. especially when we were so worried about your health; and you lied.”
“i-i’m sorry daddy!”
“yeah, you’ll be sorry alright.” he releases wooyoung and unbuttons his black, formal pants. “come suck on my cock.”
wooyoung quickly grips his monster cock, licking him from the base to his pre-cum covered tip. san’s nostrils flared up at wooyoung’s bratty actions, pulled the strands from his head, and slapped his face. “do. not. play. with me. either you suck my cock or you don’t get to come tonight.”
and with that, san begins to get sucked on. wooyoung deep-throats the cock; saliva dripping. “look at you taking down that big cock. you look so pretty babyboy.” you moan looking at your boyfriends play in front of you.
wanting in on that play, you rub on wooyoung’s ass as an idea pops into your head. “arch your back and spread your legs for me, honey,” you say picking up the melted ice-cream.
and he does just that still engulfing on san. you drop a pint of spit along with some of the dessert on your baby’s puckered star, rubbing your thighs for pleasure. then you lower yourself, licking inside of wooyoung’s ass.
“oh my god! mommy!” he suddenly shouts in pleasure. you began to french kiss his anus tasting the sweetness; trying to find that special spot inside of him. “keep sucking daddy’s cock baby.”
san groans deeply at your seductive voice and wooyoung’s moaning around his cock. “that’s it babyboy. should i let you come tonight? maybe we’ll make you apologize with come in your mouth first. then maybe your dumb self would get it after that.”
wooyoung rubs himself on the bed with every insult san makes and every thrust your tongue moves. “oh, i think he likes that daddy. don’t you baby?”
“mmm!”
switching it up, you stop rimming him, making sure to lick up all the cream, and stick three fingers up his ass making him whine. “shhh, baby. i’m just prepping you for daddy’s cock, okay? how about this; if you come up with a good apology for daddy and me, i’ll let you fuck me while he fucks you. how about it?”
he moans in agreement as san fills his mouth up with come. “good fucking boy making me come. come on, give us that apology.”
taking his cum-filled entrance off, he gibbers with, “i’m sorry! i swear i’ll never do it again! i swear this time, mommy, daddy! i’ll do whatever you want, please fuck me!”
you looked up at your other boyfriend once again trying to view his expression. if you were in charge at this moment, you would have accepted his apology; however, it was san that was in control and he was always unpredictable.
“what do you think san? was it a good enough apology?” you asked.
“mhmm... i think it was. turn over so i can stick my cock deep inside you while you eat mommy’s pussy out. then you can fuck her; i like that plan more, don’t you?”
“yes daddy, thank you so much!”
wooyoung turns over so you can sit on his face while san can fuck him. “let me taste your pussy, mommy.” listening to his command, you sit on his warm organ feeling him suck on your clit. “ohhh, baby..”
meanwhile, the dominant male pounds wooyoung’s ass hitting his prostate and making him gasp into your channel. “ah! yes, baby! suck my fucking clit! such a good boy for mommy..” with all your moaning, you didn’t even notice your eyes closing.
but when you opened them, they spot the small, pink sex toy at the corner of the bed. you grabbed it, turned it on, and placed it on the nerve tingling with pleasure. “yessss! stick your tongue me, baby! you’re about to make come! ah!”
creaming, your thighs shake from the sudden desire. you get off of wooyoung’s face, licking and kissing his wet face covered with your essence. “oh, you did mommy so good babyboy. are you ready for me to ride you?”
he whines in agreement as san pulls out of him; setting him up over by the headboard while being under him. “okay baby, i’m gonna ride your cock now.”
both you and san begin to push on him, giving him double the pleasure. “oh my god! i love you guys! i love you so fucking much!” he cries tears dripping down his sweaty face. you drop on him while the other boyfriend thrusts into him hitting his prostate again.
“please! please!”
the feeling of your clenched pussy around him and san’s large cock pushing into him began to make him go crazy. “i–i think i about to come! i’m about to come!”
you bring your small hand up to choke wooyoung’s slender tanned neck, demanding, “uh-uh, you don’t get to come before mommy and daddy honey. ah! come on baby, make us come.”
“oh, mommy! daddy! please come!”
grabbing more of the leftover melting ice-cream, you pour it along your chocolate breasts. “be quiet and suck mommy’s nipples, babyboy. it’ll keep your bratty ass close.” san huffed out still pounding wooyoung’s prostate.
so, that’s what he did. like a baby, the submissive male licked and sucked the sweet cream that was on your nipples. “ooo! you like mama’s milk, don’t you baby.” he moaned nevertheless fuzzing with overall pleasure.
“fuck, i’m about to come in your ass.”
hearing that, made you climb over the edge and come around wooyoung’s twitching cock. “oh! fuck! you’re making me come, baby!”
“shit me too, come with us babyboy. you have five seconds. one–”
not even a second later, wooyoung explodes inside of your cunt, painting your insides white. “ugh! thank you so much! i’ll never do it again!”
after coming down from all the sensory overload, you and san take the time to clean up and do some aftercare with wooyoung. “you did so good baby. i’m so proud of you. but why didn’t you tell us you were sexually frustrated?” you sweetly asked.
“i didn’t want to be a bother. i learned my lesson, i’m sorry.”
san kisses his cheek; replying with, “we don’t ever want you to feel like that. you’re also apart of this relationship, wooyoung. next time, just talk to us.”
“m’kay. i love you” he coos.
you giggled, also kissing his sweaty cheek. “we love you more, babyboy.”
