so like. i had started on this yesterday and have been having some pc issues here and there and well. when i open the file it now looks like
I GOT NO CLUE HOW OR WHY u_u this was a drawing from a music video i used to watch when i was young and always wanted to doodle it but oculdn't AND WELL NOW I AM NOT GOING TO
I started trying to draw this Niffler on my bullet journal with Posca markers but I got busy before I finished so now he’s just a permanent wip and he’s sooo silly looking ( ＾∀＾)
overview (or, what it was meant to be): unikon woosansang. san gets fucked within an inch of his life by two hot bfs bc it’s his bday and he deserves it <3
cw: polyamory, sub bottom san, switch top wooyoung, dom top yeosang, traffic light system, some face slapping, inspired by real events.
description: After watching a recent fancam, Wooyoung and Yeosang feel that San's obsession with altering their choreography is getting a little out of hand. They collectively decide to remind him that, while he always acts like a freak on stage, once they get him in the sheets, it’s a whole different story.
wc: ~3500
author’s note: this was meant to be for san’s bday. that’s how long it’s been sitting in the drafts and was not proofread or edited much. what i’ve written stops before they actually fuck and i do not have any intention of finishing this unless any readers ask for it tbh. still, pls enjoy the lead-up and foreplay <3
Wooyoung was a perfectionist when it came to performing and was always seeking out feedback and new ways to improve his craft, whether it be comments from his members, filming his private practices, or lessons from their choreographer. He also sometimes liked to watch his own fancams and was, at present, monitoring his performance from Uni-Kon a few days ago. Yeosang, his boyfriend, was sitting across the couch from him with their legs tangled together. Wooyoung's foot was absently rubbing against Yeosang's hip, toes slipping under his sweatshirt against his warm skin.
Normally rather critical of himself, Wooyoung’s eyes were suddenly drawn to the San on his phone screen in this Fireworks performance. San, his and Yeosang’s other boyfriend, had taken it upon himself to alter the choreography – or as Yeosang had once put it, had chosen to do things in his own way. Wooyoung eyes widened at the sight when San’s right hand flew across his body while he thrusted his hips against the air. Wooyoung’s cheeks started burning, blood rushing to his face as he double tapped on the left side of the video to repeat the clip. He squeaked the second time it played and this noise rose Yeosang’s suspicious.
“What are you watching?” Yeosang asked.
Wooyoung couldn’t find the words to respond. He exited the video and opened Twitter, immediately searching for more clips of their performance and scrolling for all of two seconds before he landed on a San fancam of Fireworks.
Yeosang had put his own phone down and was looking curiously at Wooyoung across the couch. He shoved at his side with his foot. “Young-ah.”
“This fuckin’ guy,” Wooyoung mumbled, finally acknowledging his boyfriend and twisting so they could both see his phone. “Look what he did this time.”
Wooyoung couldn’t lie - from the moment they’d first met, San had always been incredibly attractive to him, and although most of the others found his stage persona rather cringeworthy to witness or talk about, Wooyoung wholeheartedly disagreed, and the blush in his cheeks now was evidence of that. Yeosang had mixed feelings on the matter, arguing that it depended on how much of a try-hard he was being. Given Yeosang’s single raised eyebrow as they watched the twitter video together, Wooyoung was assuming the cringe-o-meter was high for this move.
Eyes back on his phone, he watched San dance.
He recalled their choreographer explaining the interesting visual effect of the subtle group bouncing behind San’s point move during his line. They were meant to hardly be moving, almost swaying, giving San’s gentle, honey vocals their time to shine.
And also his abs. His abs needed their time to shine, as well.
During promotions, it was a highly praised part of the routine, but as with many artists, they grew tired of repeating the same moves in exactly the same way during each performance, and San had taken it upon himself to play around with that point move, trying out various hard hitting moves to replace the clap and elbows.
This time - and blood rushed south from Wooyoung’s cheeks in record time as he watched the clip over and over and over again – San had thought it would be a good idea to physically enact some of the moves that he, Wooyoung and Yeosang partook in regularly at night when they were in each others’ rooms.
“Oh,” Yeosang said. “Well that’s kind of ironic.”
Wooyoung snickered, knowing exactly what Yeosang was thinking; about how the last time the three of them had the time and energy to all spend the night together, San had been the one on all fours with his face shoved into Yeosang’s pillows, begging someone to spank him. Yet, here he was, pretending he was so fucking dominating because he knew the fans would eat it up. Without even reading the comments, Wooyoung knew he’d hit the mark. He wondered what their fans would think if they knew how San had been begging for his boyfriends to fuck him stupid, on his knees on the floor with his hands planted obediently on top of his thighs, looking up at Yeosang through wet lashes while he choked on Wooyoung’s cock. Wooyoung shifted in his seat on the couch and turned to face Yeosang.
“Atiny would never believe the shit this guy asks for in bed,” he murmered, eyes darting down to Yeosang’s parted lips. His boyfriend’s eyes were still glued to the phone screen. Wooyoung licked his own lips, switching off the phone and ducking his head to get Yeosang’s attention back on him. “Can you imagine if anyone heard how pretty Sannie sounds when he begs?”
A quick rush of breath flew out of Yeosang’s mouth and he swallowed, eyes flickering between Wooyoung’s and down to his lips. Yeosang leaned in, scooting closer on the couch so their sides were pressed together with a slight smirk forming on his own lips.
“Ohhh~ Wooyoungie, fuck my throat, please, please,” Yeosang mocked, mouth twitching into a wider grin.
Wooyoung let out a soft groan, squirming and subtly adjusting himself where his arousal had started to grow since those flashbacks of the other night had come to mind, and Yeosang, although he’d pitched up his voice to imitate San’s sex-dumb whining, was still certainly not helping the matter. Hongjoong would be calling them all to dinner soon and Wooyoung did not want to go out there sporting a tent in his sweatpants.
But Yeosang continued, “Please, you fuck me so good, Young-ah.”
“Shut up,” Wooyoung squeaked, slapping a hand over Yeosang’s mouth, “Or I’m going to have to punish you as well as San.”
Yeosang quirked an eyebrow and licked Wooyoung’s hand so he’d remove it. “Oh, we’re punishing San for this, are we?”
Wooyoung’s tongue darted out to wet his lips again. Yeosang’s eyes followed the moment.
“I think he needs to be put back in his place.”
-
The group discussed what their schedules looked like for the rest of the week over the dinner table, much to Wooyoung’s dismay. He rolled his eyes and shovelled another bite of pizza into his mouth every time someone brought up work talk when he was trying to enjoy some nice, greasy food and not worry about the consequences past tomorrow. San and Seonghwa were sharing some garlic bread and a ridiculously overpriced vegetable bake that the pizza joint had been promoting – Wooyoung had turned his nose up at that when he’d been asked.
As much as he complained about it, the members’ perfectionism, work ethic and need to discuss work over the dinner table was going to pan out in Wooyoung’s favour tonight. Yeosang was usually more subtle when it came to talking about more unusual lines of conversation, so Wooyoung had left it up to him to somehow tell San they had seen what he’d done on stage and they were not happy about it, but without letting on exactly what they had planned for him that night. After not finding a way to bring up the topic naturally for a good half hour, however, it ended up being Mingi who started chatting about Uni-Kon, saying how he’d been talking to fans on PM earlier in the day. They only had good things to say, of course, and Yeosang took his opportunity to strike.
“I saw some losing their minds over San-ah in the Fireworks performance,” he said though a mouthful of cheese and chicken.
Jongho spluttered. “I saw that, too.”
“Fans on Twitter?”
“No, what Sannie-hyung did.”
Wooyoung sipped his diet cola.
San’s eyes widened before his face split into a grin, eyes forming little cresents and dimples proudly on display. “I knew they’d love it.”
He was beaming, so fucking proud of himself. Wooyoung wanted to slap that smile right off his face. No one other than him and Yeosang should be allowed to see that side of San. Not the members, and definitely not the fans.
“You don’t think it was a bit much?” Yeosang asked.
San’s smile faltered and he glanced at his boyfriend. “No? Atiny liked it, and that was the whole point. You saw me practicing it, anyway, so why are you acting surprised?” His brows were furrowed, head tilted, like he truly did not understand what he’d done wrong. Yeosang lifted a single brow and raised his chin ever so slightly, eyes boring into San’s. Wooyoung bit his lip and glanced between the two.
“Ah, it’s alright San-ah,” Hongjoong was quick to dispel the tension. “Yeosang-ah didn’t mean anything harsh by that. Right, Yeosang?”
Yeosang’s eyes did not leave San’s. “Of course not, hyung,” he said. “What Sannie did was perfectly fine.”
Wooyoung heard San swallow.
-
Jongho and San had switched rooms about a month after the trio came out as a throuple to their members, after Jongho had awoken one too many times to the sounds of his friends having sex in the bed next to him and finally lost it with them.
(Yeosang had wanted the switch from the moment they officially became boyfriends and had made it his mission to pull the loudest, sluttiest sounds out of Wooyoung and San for weeks until Jongho finally conceded.)
Occasionally, they swapped beds with other members when they needed space or during the rare fight that couldn’t be resolved in a day, but it meant that, for the most part, the trio could spend as much time snuggling, fucking or simply annoying the shit out of Yeosang as they pleased.
And tonight, San would get what he deserved for his actions on stage earlier in the week.
After a quick talk and with a slapped together plan, Yeosang was to entice San back into their room where Wooyoung was waiting. San, who was currently gaming in the lounge room with Yunho, would probably think Yeosang wanted to talk about what transpired at the dinner table – if so, he wouldn’t be that far from the truth, except for the fact that San wouldn’t be able to do much talking soon enough.
Wooyoung stripped himself out of his pants and socks and lay on the bed in just a tshirt and boxers, waiting for his lovers. He heard their muffled voices outside the bedroom door after a few minutes, ears pricking up and stomach doing somersaults in anticipation of what was coming next.
Not San, not for a while at least, that was for sure.
The door opened as Wooyoung leaned back and brought one hand up to rest behind his head, the other absently tapping away at a mindless game on his phone.
“... already sorted it out with Hong…joongie…hyung,” San’s voice trailed off as he took in Wooyoung’s half-dressed state. “What is this?”
Wooyoung did not even make eye contact with San, pretending to be completely engrossed in his phone.
“This is what happens when you behave like a slut on stage, Sannie,” Yeosang’s deep voice cut through Wooyoung’s thoughts and his eyes betrayed him, glancing up at his boyfriends to watch San’s reaction to being scolded.
The reward was instant; San’s eyes widened, brows pinched on his forehead in innocent confusion, though whether he knew what Yeosang was referring to was unclear. “W-What?”
“You heard me,” Yeosang continued, taking a slow step towards him. San stepped back, the pair crowding closer against the wall. Wooyoung shifted in his position on the bed. “You go around acting like you’re such an aggressive top when, in reality, half the time you just want someone to fuck you stupid until you cry.”
“And god, you cry so pretty, Sannie,” Wooyoung added, finally putting down his phone. He could not feign disinterest any longer, not with the way San’s wide eyes darted between his boyfriends and his large frame shrunk in on itself. Yeosang was by no means small, but San was both broader and taller, so to see him appearing so tiny next to Yeosang was strangely arousing.
Wooyoung wanted to ruin him.
“Did you do it on purpose?” he asked, wanting San’s attention on him. “Did you dance like that because you knew it would get a reaction out of us? Why didn’t you just tell us what you wanted, Sannie?”
San shook his head, hands held up in defence. “I didn’t, I promise. I would never do that to you on purpose. I had no idea you—”
San’s words were cut off as Yeosang’s hand flew out and he crowded into his space, backing San completely against the wall with a thud, his palm pressed hard against San’s clavicle.
“You really didnt’t think that pretending to slap an invisible ass on stage would cause any reaction from us?” Yeosang growled, and then tutted when San shook his head, pretty lips parted in shock. “You should think things through before you act, because even though Wooyoung found it hot, neither of us were happy.”
“I’m sorry,” San blurted. “I’m sorry, Wooyoungie, Yeosangie, I won’t do it again.”
Wooyoung scoffed. “Yes you will. You’ll do it again. And again, and again, and you know how I know that?”
San was staring wide eyed at him with Yeosang’s eyes boring into the side of his face as Wooyoung slid off the bed and sauntered across the room to the pair. With the way San was crouched, he was the same height as Wooyoung, who placed one hand on the wall next to San’s head and brought the other up to San’s face, trailing his finger down his cheek. He leaned in to whisper in his boyfriend’s ear, just loud enough so Yeosang could also hear.
“It’s because you like it when we take charge,” Wooyoung smirked. “You like it when we give you orders to follow, when we punish you, when we bend you over the bed, the dresser, anywhere, and slap you just like you pretended on stage. You don’t even care where it happens.” He grabbed San’s chin and yanked his face around to stare him in the eyes. “You’re so desperate to have one of us inside you that you’ll fucking taunt us in front of all our fans because you know this is exactly how we’ll react.”
He dropped his hand and leaned back to drag his eyes down San’s body, noting his lust-blown eyes, heaving chest, and the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Yeosang’s gaze was also trained on San, still, eyelids now heavy with desire.
Wooyoung tilted his head. “Colour, Sannie?”
“Green.” The word was out of his mouth before Wooyoung had finished saying his name. “Green, green. Please.”
Yeosang chuckled, finally turning to Wooyoung. “See, I told you. He’s always begging for you.”
“Mhm.” Wooyoung stepped impossibly closer and pressed the length of his body along San’s, pleased to hear the soft whimper that escaped his mouth when their thighs slotted together. He could now feel San’s arousal against his leg and barely held himself back from grinding down against it. “Maybe I should make you beg for me, huh, Sannie? God knows you have a filthy mouth on you.”
“No,” Yeosang said, also crowding into their space. He leaned in and nipped at San’s ear, smirking when San’s breath hitched. “I can think of plenty of better ways for him to use his mouth.”
Yeosang captured San’s lips then, swallowing the moan their boyfriend let out and using the opportunity to slide his tongue into his mouth immediately. Wooyoung groaned low in his throat at the sight, dropping his face into San’s neck and licking a stripe up the side.
“Fuck, please,” San whined into Yeosang’s mouth. His head fell back against the wall, giving Wooyoung better access to bite and suck, careful not to leave any marks lest he endure Hongjoong’s rath tomorrow. He allowed himself to grind his half hard cock against San’s hipbone, hands wandering up and down his chest and brushing across his nipples under his thin tshirt. San whimpered louder as Yeosang moved his mouth across and down San’s neck and collarbone, meeting Wooyoung in the middle.
Wooyoung cupped the side of Yeosang’s face with one hand and pulled him in to kiss him. He could hear San panting as he tilted his head and licked his way into Yeosang’s mouth, finally pulling a noise out of his other boyfriend. San whined, clearly wanting their attention back on him, but neither of them paid him any mind, content to indulge in each other for a few minutes before getting back to the main act.
Yeosang’s dominant side was well and truly making itself known tonight, with the way his hands gripped the back of Wooyoung’s neck, fingers tangled harshly in his hair, tugging and taking control of the kiss, and Wooyoung was more happy to let him. Heat pooled low in his abdomen at the thought of having Yeosang inside him while he was busy punishing San and he groaned into Yeosang’s mouth.
“Wooyoungie,” San then whined, grinding his hips up to meet Wooyoung’s. The two stopped kissing, Wooyoung turning to San while Yeosang’s lips trailed down his jaw to his neck.
“What? You want something, Sannie?”
San nodded and tugged on Wooyoung’s tshirt. “Kiss me, please. Touch me.”
San sounded so pretty when he begged and Wooyoung couldn’t deny him anything.
But he could make him work for it.
“On your knees,” he instructed, and San’s eyes widened for a split second before he dropped to the floor with a thud.
Wooyoung sucked in through his teeth at the sight of his boyfriend peering up at him through long lashes, eyes round with faux-innocence and lips slightly parted. He reached out to swipe his finger across San’s bottom lip, groaned when Yeosang bit down to suck a bite into his collarbone.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sannie,” Wooyoung murmered, almost too quiet to be heard, but San’s eyes beamed at the praise and he shifted on his knees, hands sitting patiently on the tops of his thighs, awaiting further instruction. Wooyoung slipped his thumb into San’s mouth. “Suck,” he commanded.
As San did what he was told, Yeosang sunk to the floor to join him and ran his hands over his chest. “Look at you,” he whispered into San’s ear. “So eager to please. So desperate to have something in your mouth, something to fill you.”
A loud whine escaped San where his lips were still wrapped around Wooyoung’s finger. Wooyoung pressed down against his tongue, feeling the muscle push back as San gave his best efforts to sucking on Wooyoung’s finger as if it were a cock.
“You love this, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, not the way Wooyoung said it, but when San didn’t respond, he quickly withdrew his hand and gave San’s cheek a harsh tap. “Answer me.”
San’s whole body seized up and he whimpered, eyes rolling back in his head.
“Oh?” Yeosang said. “You like that, do you, San?”
San merely whined again, unable to say anything else.
“You want us to smack you around that badly? Your ass, sure. But your face?” Yeosang tutted. “That’s so dirty, baby.”
Both San and Wooyoung moaned at Yeosang’s words and Wooyoung couldn’t take the teasing chatter any longer.
He raised his hand again, just slightly to the side of San’s cheek. “Colour, Sannie.”
“Please,” was all San could say.
“Colour.”
San sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a sharp whine. “G-Green.”
Yeosang ran his fingers through San’s hair. “Good boy,” he said, and then Wooyoung brought his hand down with a quick slap against San’s cheek, making his face turn abruptly to face Yeosang, who then dove in for another rough kiss.
Wooyoung was straining against his boxers, watching his boyfriends making out while tears spilled over San's reddened cheek. He pushed the restricting material down his legs and kicked them across the room, then grabbed a handful of San's hair and tugged hard to get his attention again.
San's wide, glossy eyes landed on Wooyoung's cock, hard and red right in front of his face, and he whined.
"Suck," Wooyoung commanded again. "Show us what you can do with that mouth."
San scrambled to obey, immediately dropping his jaw to wrap his pretty lips around the head of Wooyoung’s cock, his hand settling at the base to hold it steady. Wooyoung groaned, hips stuttering into the wet heat of San's mouth as he ran his fingers through San's hair again and Yeosang crawled behind San. San whined around Wooyoung's cock when Yeosang bit down on the back of his neck, body pressed right up against the length of his back.
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what was meant to happen after this, as discord messages:
san gets spitroasted, obviously
they would both want to fuck him
they'd probably bicker about it
and yeosang would win bc wooyoungs the bigger sub
but wooyoung also wanted to get fucked
perhaps yeo fucks san while woo makes san choke on his cock
and then they switch bc wooyo gets bratty
san needs to be ruined
hes sobbing and whining. he needs cum on his face too. maybe in his hair. running down his thighs
san cums for the first time while yeo is fucking him
wooyoung gets to cum in san while yeo goes to the front and yanks on his hair and jerks off on his face
san is sensitive now and cums a second time just after woo does when yeo smacks his cock on his face, perhaps untouched bc thats hot
