SAN gets off the thought of his pretty and sweet girlfriend being fucked and ruined by his best friend, WOOYOUNG.
hiding from you in the bathroom, when it's the middle of the night, while you are sleeping under his covers. you don't know that he jerks off more often now, because fuck, he can't stop imagining it. diamond-like tears in your eyes, spilling down on your soft cheeks, as his best friend takes control over your body.
san knows exactly how wooyoung'd tease you, how he’d push your buttons, and pull reactions out of you that your boyfriend himself can't... gosh, the idea of you coming apart under someone else’s hands makes something twist in his chest.
images clear as day flash of you being fucked dumb, and crying out two names, when you are being devilishly stretched out for the very first time by another man's cock. while san's going to be fisting his, watching, helpless and aroused all at once, torn between wanting to stop it and wanting to join.
thinking about you being stuffed full of his best friend's cum, and before he knows it, your boyfriend cums in his hand, white drops falling on the floor. heart racing like it's going to run away on its own, breathing heavily, and it’s not even the act itself that gets him — it’s you.
because when he crawls back into bed beside you, all clean, slipping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into your hair, he looks like the kind of man anyone would trust without question. but beneath that softness is a mind that doesn’t rest, having fantasies he locks away behind sweet smiles and soft touches.
kissing your shoulder as if he isn’t hiding a thousand twisted thoughts behind closed eyes, as if perfection hasn’t learned how to wear love like a mask. san wonders how long he can resist sending wooyoung a risky text to come over tonight.
➯a/n: i think my meditation needs to be adjusted 🥴 this started as a drabble but i just want the teezers to be mean to me so bad...
(>ᴗ•)genre: literal filth like so bad
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read, poly relationship, hard doms woosan / sub reader, such intense bdsm it almost borders cnc, orgasm control: edging / INTENSE clit overstimulation / asking permission, use of a vibrator, HARD degradation, regular slapping and thigh + pussy slapping, spit, choking, manhandling, dacryphilia, mxm: kissing and jerking, neck and ear kisses and bites, dvp, squirting, talk of anal, use of a safe word / tapping out and then super sweet praise and reassurance, name calling(including but not limited to): stupid, slut, cock sleeve, fucker, bitch, pet names: pretty girl, baby, angel, sweetheart. aftercare <33
In your relationship, things are usually the same from day to day in how you treat each other.
That is not the case in the bedroom.
Your dynamics shift everytime you have sex, and sometimes even during the middle of it. It's always a surprise.
Today, both of your boyfriends happen to be dominant; and their treatment of you from the very moment they walked in the door made you fall head first into sub-space.
When San is dominant, he likes to tease — but not to the degree with which Wooyoung does.
San is soft about it. Slow thrusts and gentle touches.
Wooyoung is a jerk about it. Works you up fast and pulls away just before you can cum — but sometimes he doesn't pull away and he practically slaps you in the face with an orgasm.
Both of them, though, not only do they work in a perfect harmony to make you drip so much arousal that you ruin whoever's sheets you happen to be on — they decide when you cum.
You must ask for permission. And if you don't, you will regret it in the most beautiful and torturous ways.
San told you not to cum again after you failed to ask for permission the first time today.
But Wooyoung persisted in being a menace. He wants you to slip up again and cum, whispering all kinds of filth in your ear as he lays behind you. One hand over your chest, holding your back against his chest as he slides the vibrator up and down on your sensitive clit.
He wants to punish you. He's had a shitty week, they both have. And he wants to be mean. But you have to give them a reason first.
You only get one mistake. You can only slip up once before punishment is deemed 'fair'.
And you try. You try so hard to keep being a good girl. But Wooyoung tilts your head and kisses you, shoves his tongue in your mouth just as he starts moving the toy in slow circles against you. You can't ask for permission if you can't talk at all.
You cum. And it feels like heaven, but you know the hell that will follow when San — who had been grinding deep and slow in your gushing pussy; stops.
He laughs, head dropping to rest on your shoulder as Wooyoung pulls back with a smirk. "Did you just do what I think you did, pretty girl?"
"I'm sorry!" The waterworks are immediate, but they don't care. You're so cute when you try to get out of trouble — but it makes them want to ruin you even more when they're like this.
"Are you stupid?" Wooyoung asks with a wild grin, eyes dark. "Huh?" He grips your chin tightly when you don't answer fast enough; even though he only gives you a split second. "Say something, dumbass. Or did you forget how to speak, and that's why you just came all over Sannies cock without permission... again?"
"I'm sorry, baby-" You yelp as he suddenly moves out from behind you and pushes you flat against the mattress, dropping the vibrator to wrap both his hands around your neck.
San has just as evil a smile as he sits up and watches, grinding into you as he does so and making you squeal. When your eyes slam shut, he reaches up and slaps you. "Keep your fucking eyes open."
"M'sor-"
"Sorry doesn't quite cut it," Wooyoung turns and faces him, his voice laced with mischief, "does it, San?"
"No, I don't think it does," he pouts, mockingly, meeting your teary gaze, "I think if our girl acts like a slut, that's exactly the way we should treat her."
"San, wait, Sannie, San-ahhh!" You scream as he picks up the toy and presses it against your clit; not caring about the fact that it makes tears slip down your cheeks. In fact — he likes it. They both do. "Mercy! Mercy, ple-"
Wooyoung chokes the words right out of your neck, spitting into your open mouth as you grab his wrists. "Shut the fuck up before I shove my dick in your throat. Won't be able to beg then, will you?"
You bite your lip with a broken groan, swallowing his spit without hardly even registering he spat in your mouth in the first place because San is now moving again — and he's not being gentle about it.
He slams his hips so hard into you that it makes your body slide up the mattress. You nearly bump your head against the wall before Wooyoung puts his hand on the top of your head quickly and cushions it. All of your noises are coming out no matter how hard you press your lips together.
Sniffling, moaning, whining, and being fucked so hard it's literally shaking your body.
San groans deeply, pulling out all too quickly and making you hiss. "Running from it, angel? Hm? Get your pretty ass over here." He yanks you to the middle of the bed before you can even think about moving on your own. "You want to cum like a slut, I'm going to fuck you like a slut. Wooyoung, get over here and hold this bitch down."
"Oh, with pleasure~"
You groan as Wooyoung sits on your stomach, facing away from you and taking control of the vibrator once again as San grips both of your thighs and slams into you. You scream out a curse, grabbing the waistband of Wooyoung's boxers tightly as they start bombarding you with pleasure that's all too intense.
"What's wrong, baby?" San's voice drips with mock empathy, "I thought you wanted to cum so bad? We're just giving you what you wanted." he slaps your thigh, rough. "Say thank you."
"Thank you, Sannie! Please! Please, slow down!" You stutter and slur as you writhe uselessly below them.
Wooyoung tuts his tongue, upping the speed of the vibrator and causing you to kick your legs in Sans grasp to no avail. "I'm the one who made you cum, you dumb cock sleeve. Should be thanking me."
They share a smirk as you immediately start thanking the both of them while simultaneously begging for mercy. Because in all of your jumbled and sniffled words, they don't hear your safe word.
They will make you use it before they quit. Pushing stupid sluts like you to their limit is the only way they learn, Wooyoung likes to say as though he isn't a million times brattier when he's subbing. But then, maybe that's how he knows.
"She's so fucking cute like this," San chuckles as you clench and flutter around his pistoning cock, "good job, Young." He leans and catches his lips in a kiss, soft in comparison to the way he beats up your cunt.
And they don't stop when you cum once again, squealing and trying to arch under Wooyoung's weight while your eyes roll back. "Ffffuck!" Is all you can say as you slump, not given a single moment to rest before they're building you up all over again.
"Three times?" Wooyoung giggles against San's lips, "our girlfriend really is a cum junkie~" He yanks at his boxers, impatiently pulling them under his cock. He's just as much as you are, is evident.
"You're s-so meaaan," you say through your heavy breaths, hands sliding around the bed to find something to grab onto. You pull the pillow you grab to your chest and bury your face in it; soaking it with your tears.
"Shut up," they say together, sharing another grin.
San let's go of one of your legs and it drops to the side, useless and trembling. He wraps his hand around Wooyoung's length, spitting on it before he starts jerking him off quickly.
"Fuck, Sannie~" He tilts his head back, pressing the toy against your clit harsher to feel you shiver below him. "You might make me cum before I even have a chance to fuck her..."
He looks down slowly and meets San's gaze, a silent idea spoken between them.
Wooyoung rolls off of you quickly, all but flopping onto his back. He fists his cock roughly; watching as San pulls out of you roughly and starts spanking your ruined cunt.
"San!" The way your body jolts with each quick, precise hit makes their cocks twitch.
He spits right onto your swollen clit, slapping it even harder than before as he moans, "look at that sloppy pussy. So wet... I bet both of us could fuck you right now."
They both laugh as you peek your eyes over the edge of the pillow that you clutch to your chest, wide and blurry with tears.
"Yeah, you heard me," San says lowly, swiping his fingers against your clit so fast that it makes sloshing noises, "this wet little cock sleeve is going to take two at once. Gonna let us slip right in~"
"Give me this," Wooyoung growls as he yanks the pillow away from you, throwing it, "you don't get to hide from us."
San lifts you up before you can even pout and drops you on top of Wooyoung, who immediately fucks right into you; knocking the air from your burning lungs. "Fuuuck, I dunno, San... This bitch is still tight even when you've been fucking her." He puts his legs over yours and spreads them wide, pinning them to the bed. His hands find your breasts, squeezing and pinching and kneading and making you wail.
"We'll just make it fit."
When San lines his tip up with your stretched hole, you shake your head quickly, "please, please, I swear I won't cum again! Be gent- ah, fuck!" And he pounds right into you, stilling balls deep with Wooyoung. You convulse between them, another orgasm breaking over you and making you sob breathlessly.
"Shhh," you hardly hear Wooyoung as he coos into your ear, kissing at it softly, "there you go~" He slides his hand down your torso before landing on your lower stomach and pressing down, making you all moan. "Mmh~ This is how a cock sleeve should be treated, yeah? All stretched out- fuck-" He curses as you clench around them, causing San to grip your waist tightly. "Fuck, fuck," he whines a bit, thrusting into you with a merciless and hurried pace, "fuck her with me, Sannie. I want to feel her cum around us, she gets so tight~"
San complies, immediately; fucking you in tandem with him, moaning and groaning as he buries his face in your neck. Every time he nips at your heated flesh, he earns himself a whimper from you. And Wooyoung biting at your ear lobe gets just the same.
"One more," he whispers into your neck, kissing up slowly, "one more, let us feel it. Be a good girl. Give our Wooyoungie what he wants~" He tilts his head as he observes your tear streaked face before leaning forward and licking a fat strip up your cheek; making you slap at his shoulders.
"God, yes!" He yells, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as San holds it. "Better cum for me, you fucker," he bites your neck, harder than San ever does. He licks the angry skin before he says again, "you'll cream on our cocks if you know what's good for you, slut. I'll stick it in your ass if you don't give me what I want, you know I will, angel."
"I c-can't!" You whimper, holding Sans shoulders tightly.
Everytime Wooyoung fucks up into you, San fucks you right back down. You can hardly breathe. Just when you're about to use your safe word, catching your breath to do so, Wooyoung slips a hand down your stomach softly and grazes his finger tips over your clit.
"Like hell you can't," you can't hear a word he's saying as he pinches your clit — and even though he does it semi-gently, because he knows how ruined you are, it makes you scream. "You're going to cum like the slut you are or I really am going to fuck your pretty little ass."
He almost hopes you don't; but of course you do. How can you not? Both of them stretching and prodding every inch of your insides, Wooyoung pinching your clit, San kissing and licking up your tears.
Your legs tremble under his, your hips jolting in between them, your jaw dropped in a silent scream that's more of a shattered gasp than anything else as you squirt all over them.
San cums first, and the warmth of it flooding your abused walls makes Wooyoung follow.
San holds himself up on slightly shaky arms, eyes closed as he presses his forehead against yours. Wooyoung moves to keep going when they both catch you whimpering out quickly, "tap out."
San opens his eyes quickly, meeting your gaze with a smile, "good girl~" And he kisses you gently, pecks your lips repeatedly. "You're so amazing, angel, you can take so much~"
Wooyoung wraps his arms back around your waist, hugging you gently as he slowly moves his legs off of yours. "Take your punishments so well- doesn't she, Sannie?" He hums contentedly as he nuzzles your shoulder from behind.
"So well~" He agrees, very slowly pulling out and shushing you softly as you whine. "Shhh, it's okay, I know... We were so rough with our pretty girl," he sits back, lifting your hips softly to help Wooyoung slide out of you. "But we're done now, promise."
You hardly have the wits about you to stutter out a softly spoken 'thank you'.
Their cum drips out of you slowly and puddles on Wooyoung's pelvis, making you shiver and melt further into his hold.
"You got her, Young?" San asks as he places a kiss to your quivering thigh.
"Mhm," he hums softly, tracing on your ribs softly, "I've got our perfect girl, but don't be too long. You want to cuddle, don't you, baby?"
It takes you a second to realize he's talking to you, and you nod at San quickly, "yeah, hurry, please."
"I'll be quick," he smiles, leaning over and placing another kiss on your lips before he slides off the bed and hurries to the bathroom.
Wooyoung holds you close to his chest, still rubbing his head against your shoulder softly like a pleased house cat. "You're such a good girl for us, you know that? Our perfect girl~"
You moan softly, lifting your shaky arms to rest over his. "You aren't mad?" You know they aren't, but you still want to make extra sure. You feel so light headed and vulnerable; and he eases all of your worries before they can fester.
"Why would we be mad? Of course not, angel. We like it when we make you tap out~"
"Hm," you giggle, whispering, "freaks."
"What's that, baby? You dooo want me to put it in your ass?" He teases you right back, kissing your shoulder as you laugh breathlessly.
San comes back, climbing back between your legs with a soft grin, "feeling good, sweetheart?" He gently cleans up your sore cunt as you nod with a dopey smile.
trophy | underground fighter!san x reader x manager!wooyoung
tags: established throuple, van sex :3, rough sex!!, spit kink?, finger sucking :D, manhandling?, praise, wooyoung watching you and san,,, creampie!, implied aftercare
the second the van door slams behind the three of you, it's like the whole world disappears.
san is still half-buzzing, knuckles split and chest rising too fast, eyes blown wide like he's still in the ring. wooyoung's leaning against the wall of the van with a shit-eating grin, counting bills like he didn't just tell san to take a few hits so he could rig the odds.
san wipes a streak of blood from his lip with his thumb, glancing between you and wooyoung. "you almost fucked me over," he growls.
wooyoung laughs. "please. you were never going to lose. you're too wrapped up in showing off for our girl."
san's hands hit your hips hard enough to make you gasp, dragging you onto his lap with ease. "c'mere," he mutters, voice low. "been dying to touch you."
you can feel the body heat seeping through his clothes. his fingers squeeze your ass, and you barely settle on his thighs before he's grinding you down against the bulge in his sweats, breath shaking against your throat.
"sannie-" you whisper, but he interrupts you with a kiss, tasting like copper and mint and sweat. wooyoung whistles. "look at my little trophy. knew you'd calm him down better than any medic."
san snarls, teeth scraping your neck. "don't call her that."
"why not?" wooyoung pushes off the wall, sauntering closer to lean down beside san's ear. "she climbs into your lap after every fight. sits on your cock like a prize, screaming your name like you won the heavyweight title. sounds like a trophy to me."
your face burns, thighs clenching around san's hips. san's grip tightens around you, "she's not-"
"sannie," wooyoung interrupts softly, smug smirk plastered on his face, "i meant it as a compliment."
"yeah?" san murmurs. "then watch how i handle what's mine."
his hand slides between your legs, palming you over your underwear, pushing the damp fabric in so he can feel everything. "fuck-! sannie-" you whine, hips jerking helplessly against the pressure.
"quiet," san warns, voice shaking with how much he wants you. "been wanting to do this since the second round."
wooyoung's watching intently, arms crossed, eyes glittering. "don't tease too long. if you fuck her dumb, i'm gonna have to carry you both home."
san ignores him, tugging your panties to the side, fingertips sliding through your slick folds. "always so wet after a fight," he murmurs, kissing you again. "makes me think you like watching me bleed."
wooyoung hums. "she does. saw the way she was squeezing her thighs when you almost got knocked down."
san groans, bucking up into you. "fuck, baby. that true?"
you nod, prompting san to grab your jaw, making you look at him. "say it."
"i.. i like watching you fight. it gets me.." you swallow, "gets me worked up."
"knew it," wooyoung laughs, delighted.
san drags you forward, lining you up with his thigh, the thick muscle pressing perectly between your legs. he grinds you down on it, one hand locked on your waist, forcing your movement.
you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. "s-san- ah-!"
"ride it," he orders, voice velvetly. "show us what you look like when you can't think straight."
wooyoung sits next to you, fingers brushing your cheek before trailing lower. "look at you," he murmurs. "such a pretty prize. bouncing on his thigh like you were made for it.."
san groans like the words go straight to his cock. "fuck- keep talking like that-"
"only truth, sannie." wooyoung smirks. "our baby looks good getting used wherever you put her."
san's hand jerks, his thigh flexing beneath you to give you more friction. you shudder, grinding helplessly, your cunt dragging across the fabric of his pants.
"you close?" san breathes against your ear. "already? just from this?"
"s-sorry-"
"don't apologize," wooyoung cuts in, fingers slipping into your hair. "cum for him. that's your job."
your hips stutter, thighs trembling around san's. he holds you tighter, forehead pressed to your shoulder as you tip over the edge, soaking his sweats.
"good," san groans, rutting up against you. "fuck, that's so good- do it again."
you whine at the praise as san kisses you hard, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. "gonna fuck you in the back of this van," san whispers, already pushing his pants down. "wooyoung, keep her mouth busy."
wooyoung grins wickedly, sliding his thumb across your lips. "with pleasure."
san drags you down onto him, fucking up into you as each thrust knocks a sound out of you, wooyoung catching your mouth with his before anyone outside can hear.
"quiet," wooyoung murmurs against your lips, kissing you deeply. "be good for us."
you barely get a breath before his tongue is in your mouth, your hands gripping san's shoulders as he splits you open from below.
"look at me," wooyoung commands softly. "let him use you.. but you look at me while he does."
san growls at that, hips snapping up harder, the sound of skin hitting skin mixing with his sharp breathes and your muffled whimpers.
wooyoung watches your lips part, swollen from kissing, "open your mouth, baby."
you obey, letting him slide two fingers in, pressing down on your tongue. "get them nice and wet for me."
san's thrusts get rougher the second he sees your lips stretched around wooyoung's fingers, spit dripping down your chin. he holds your hips still so he can pound up into you, using your body like a toy.
"fuck-" san grits out, head falling back. "she's so tight- fuck, wooyoung, look-"
"oh, i'm looking," wooyoung murmurs, eyes darkening as you suck on his fingers. "good girl, that's enough."
he pulls his fingers out, strings of saliva connecting them to your lips, and brings them straight down between your legs. san's cock is already working your soaked pussy open as wooyoung finds your clit, rubbing tight circles, slicking you up with your own spit.
your whole body jerks, pulling a moan from san's throat. "do that again- fuck, do that again-"
wooyoung smirks, leaning back in, kissing you while his fingers work your clit faster. "don't worry, fighter. i've got her."
san thrusts harder, your back hitting the wall with every snap of his hips. he grabs your ass with both hands, forcing you down onto him. "mine," he growls into your neck, biting hard enough to make you whimper. "my trophy. look how pretty she is for me-"
wooyoung hums approvingly. "yeah, she is. she always looks good getting fucked stupid in your lap."
wooyoung doesn't stop touching you, rubbing your clit faster, making your vision go white. "wish you could see yourself," he whispers against your cheek. "the way your pussy's dripping down his cock.. fuck, no wonder he can't think straight."
wooyoung's free hand slides into his own pants, his jaw tight as his eyes stay glued to where san is driving into you. he catches your eye, smirking as he continues the movements under his waistband.
"what?" he murmurs. "you thought i wasn't gonna touch myself watching you take his cock like that?"
"i wasn't planning to," wooyoung breathes, stroking himself harder while rubbing your faster. "not until she cums all over you."
san thrusts up so hard, pulling you into a kiss to swallow your cries. "cum," san gasps, forehead pressing to yours. "please, baby- cum for me- need it.. need to feel you-"
"yeah, sweetheart," wooyoung adds, voice ragged as his thumb flicks your clit. "give it to him. make him lose his fucking mind."
you break, your orgasm overwhelming you as it tears through you. your thighs clamp around san's hips, your voice swallowed by wooyoung as he pulls you into another kiss.
san slams up into you a few times before his head falls into your shoulder, spilling into you in hot pulses. wooyoung's breath catches, hips bucking into his fist as he watches san fill you.
"fuck-" wooyoung groans, stroking faster, "that's it- stay just like that- let me see it-"
he finishes against his own stomach with a shudder, eyes locked on the sight of you shaking in san's lap, stuffed full and panting.
san rests his forehead against your chest as wooyoung wipes a bit of sweat from your cheek, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "mm," he hums, satisfied. "told you."
you blink at him, dazed. "told me what?"
he leans in, kissing you slow. "san fights better," he whispers, "when he knows what he gets to come home to."
summary: in which your boyfriend and his best friend wreck you
warning: bratty dom wooyoung, soft dom san, sub reader, threesome, double penetration, anal, unprotected sex, biting, choking, dirty talk, semi public
genre: smut
pairing: woosan x afab reader
word count: 2.3k
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The clock flashed 12:47 AM, but your phone screen stayed dark.
No texts. No calls. No Wooyoung.
You’d waited. Worried. Even tried to convince yourself he was probably just busy with comeback season around the corner. But Wooyoung always let you know. Always. And you had been waiting in his room for hours, Jongho had already comeback home, Hongjoong was still gone but, he was barely ever home.
So when the anxiety curdled into irritation, you grabbed your hoodie and keys and headed for KQ.
The hallways of the company building were mostly dark, the faint buzz of the exit signs guiding you to the one studio still lit. Hongjoong’s. You figured you’d ask him if he saw Wooyoung.
You didn’t knock. Just pushed open the door and stormed in but you didn’t find Hongjoong, instead, your boyfriend spun around in the desk chair, startled at first, then smirking.
“Baby,” Wooyoung said, voice low and way too smug. “You miss me?”
“You didn’t come home,” you snapped, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. “No text, no call. I’ve been trying to reach you for hours.”
His brow arched lazily, head tilting. “I told you yesterday I was going to do a live tonight.”
“Two hours ago. You finished and just… stayed here?”
He spread his hands innocently. “Working on something with San, Hongjoong let us use his studio. Time got away from me.”
You crossed your arms. “You couldn’t text?”
He stood up slowly, hips rolling like a stretch. His oversized white Stussy shirt hung off one shoulder, bleached hair covered by a backwards hat. “Awww, you were worried.”
You glared.
He grinned wider. “You’re hot when you’re mad.”
“You’re a brat.”
Wooyoung closed the distance, fingers brushing your cheek, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip. “Yeah, but you love this brat.”
You hated that he wasn’t wrong. The moment his lips brushed yours, all that pent up tension twisted into something darker, hotter.
“You gonna yell at me all night,” he murmured, “or are you gonna let me make it up to you?”
“You’re lucky I…”
He kissed you hard, cutting off your words. His mouth was urgent, teasing, and unapologetic, tongue slipping past your lips before you could think. He crowded you backward until your back hit the wall, and his hands found the waistband of your sweats.
“Wooyoung…”
“No talking,” he whispered, already sinking to his knees. “Let me taste how pissed off you are.”
You gasped as he pulled your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, mouth already on your inner thigh, biting just hard enough to sting.
He looked up, lips inches from your center. “I’ve been thinking about this all day…”
And then he dove in.
His tongue was wicked, like always, licking deep and slow before flicking your clit in teasing circles. He moaned against you like he meant it, like the taste of you was something he needed to live.
You nearly buckled, hand flying to his head, tossing his hat off and gripping his hair as he sucked harder. He hummed in approval, fingers sliding inside you, curling just right.
“Fuck… Wooyoung…”
“You gonna come already?” he murmured, pulling back just to taunt. “Didn’t even stretch you out yet.”
You whimpered, and he chuckled, licking up everything he’d made a mess of. “Such a good girl. So fucking wet for me.”
He didn’t let up, pushing you fast toward the edge. When you came, it was loud and desperate, thighs trembling, back arching off the wall. He held you through it, tongue and fingers coaxing every last wave until you sagged against him, shaking.
But he wasn’t done.
He stood, mouth shiny with you, and kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself. Then, without a word, he spun you around, pressed you into the studio desk, and pulled his own sweats down.
“Can’t waste a good orgasm,” he muttered, lining up behind you. “Gotta fuck it in.”
He slid in with one thrust, groaning low in your ear. “Shit…. always so fucking tight.”
Your moan was ragged, hands bracing against the desk as he started to move, rough, deep, wild, and unforgiving. His hand wrapped around your throat, tugging your head back so his lips could graze your ear.
“This what you wanted, huh?” he growled. “Come find me just to get fucked in Hongjoong’s studio?”
You couldn’t even speak, just whimpered, clenching around him.
“Look at you…. taking it so well. Maybe I should stay late more often.”
He was a menace.
His hips snapped harder, dragging broken cries from your throat. He brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing tight circles until your second orgasm ripped through you like lightning. Your legs nearly gave out, but he held you up, chasing his own release.
“Gonna come inside you,” he hissed. “So full of me you won’t even remember why you were mad.”
You barely registered his last thrust before he cursed and spilled inside you, hips stuttering, breath hot against your shoulder. He stayed there, breathing heavy, hands wrapped tight around your waist.
The silence afterward was heavy, broken only by the soft hum of equipment still running in the studio and the sound of your breath finally slowing. Wooyoung didn’t move for a while, just pressed his forehead against your shoulder, lips brushing lazily over your skin in the afterglow.
“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, still grinning like he’d just won something.
You didn’t have time to respond before the door opened.
“Hey, Woo…” San stopped dead in his tracks, wide eyes locking onto the scene in front of him.
You, thoroughly wrecked.
Wooyoung, very much still inside you.
San blinked once. “Seriously? You could have warned me!”
Wooyoung just smirked at his best friend, hips grinding down a little, making you whimper involuntarily, which clearly did not help the situation.
“Why so shy, Sannie?” He purred. “You’ve seen worse.”
San’s jaw flexed. “That was an accident.” He snapped, referring to the time he walked in on the two of you back when all the members shared the same dorm.
“Could be a threesome,” Wooyoung said innocently, dragging his fingers down your thigh before giving your ass a light slap. “You’re not gonna leave her like this, are you? Look at her…”
You wanted to melt into the couch cushions and never return. But then you looked at San, how he hadn’t moved, how the bulge in his sweats betrayed exactly how not disgusted he was. How Wooyoung has teased on more than one occasion of wanting to fuck you with his best friend.
“Don’t.” San said lowly, like to himself.
Wooyoung stood up just slightly, still buried deep inside you as he looked at his best friend with that dangerous, bratty smile. “Come on, Sannie,” he teased, voice sugar sweet. “I know you’ve got a little crush on her.”
San’s breath caught, his glare faltering.
Wooyoung leaned in to press a slow, deliberate kiss to your shoulder again, then turned his head to San and murmured, “You wanna know how she tastes?” Before San could answer, Wooyoung pulled your head back, licking into your mouth, messy and indulgent, and when he pulled away, he grabbed San by his shirt and kissed him full on the lips, dragging him into it with all the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
You watched, breath hitching, as San groaned against Wooyoung’s mouth, and then climbed onto the small couch Hongjoong had put in there in case he didn’t make it home some nights.
“Fuck it,” San muttered, grabbing you, pulling you away from Wooyoung who slid out of you with a hiss, and kissing you before you could say anything. Rough, a little desperate.
“Fuck, look at you,” San groaned, pulling back just enough to take in the sight, your skin flushed, lips kiss swollen, cum dripping between your thighs.
“Pretty, right?” Wooyoung murmured behind you, already pushing your legs open wider. “She’s so good, Sannie. You don’t even know.”
You shivered as Wooyoung’s hands guided you, maneuvering you onto your knees with your front against San’s chest, his hands helping you balance.
“She’s already so wet,” Wooyoung continued, two fingers sliding through the mess he left behind. “Bet she’d let you do anything.”
“Please…” you whispered, overwhelmed and breathless.
San’s jaw clenched. “Yeah?”
You nodded, and he gripped your face to kiss you again, slower now, more controlled, but still burning with something dark and dangerous under the surface.
Behind you, Wooyoung’s fingers spread you open, letting San watch as he dipped his head and licked into you from behind. You cried out, the sensation raw and overwhelming, and San caught your moan in his mouth.
“W… Woo…”
“Shh,” Your boyfriend hummed, tongue flicking fast, obscene. “Be good for us.”
You felt the smirk against your skin before he sucked on your clit, dragging it between his lips until your legs shook. San’s hand slid down your front, thumb pressing into the base of your throat while he watched you fall apart.
“Shit, she’s perfect,” San muttered, pupils blown wide.
Wooyoung pulled back just enough to spit, rubbing it into you with two fingers before slipping them inside. “She came on my dick already,” he said sweetly. “Think she’s got another in her?”
San growled low in his throat, helping lift you up so you were on his lap, chest to chest. His dick strained against his pants, and you reached between you to tug them down.
“Take what you want,” Your boyfriend’s best friend said, voice dark.
You sank down on him slowly, still slick and sensitive, and the stretch made you moan into his mouth. San’s hands held your waist like he couldn’t believe this was real, like you’d disappear if he let go.
Behind you, Wooyoung kissed the nape of your neck. “Still so full of me,” he murmured. “Bet I could slip right back in.”
You clenched at the idea.
“Oh?” he grinned. “You like that? Stuffed by both of us?”
You couldn’t answer, San thrusted up hard, stealing the breath from your lungs. His eyes stayed on your face, hungry, needy, watching every reaction like he wanted to memorize it.
Wooyoung stroked himself behind you, voice low. “Want me in your ass, baby?”
The way you moaned told him everything.
“You’re filthy,” San rasped, dragging your hips down again. “Fucking perfect.”
Wooyoung slicked himself up by using your own arousal that dripped down your thighs, kissed the curve of your spine, and pressed slow and steady until he breached you, careful but deliberate.
You nearly sobbed from the feeling, San deep inside you, Wooyoung stretching you open around him, both of them moaning at the same time.
“Jesus Christ,” San gasped, throwing his head back.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Wooyoung gritted out, thrusting once to bottom out. “You’re taking us so well.”
They moved together as perfectly as they performed onstage, San’s rhythm deep and steady, Wooyoung’s hips stuttering behind you. Their hands were all over you, San’s at your throat and waist, Wooyoung’s gripping your hips, sliding up to grope your breasts still hidden under your shirt.
“Look at you,” Wooyoung panted. “Letting my best friend fuck you while I ruin your ass.”
You whimpered, overwhelmed, wrecked, undone.
“You gonna come like this?” San whispered, licking into your mouth. “All filled up?”
You nodded, frantic.
“Good,” Wooyoung growled. “Come for us.”
The orgasm tore through you, sudden and violent, and your whole body trembled as they fucked you through it. You clenched so hard around them that it dragged San over the edge, swearing as he spilled inside you, mixing with Wooyoung’s own cum that still filled you, and Wooyoung wasn’t far behind himself, finishing with a sharp cry.
For a few moments, all you could hear was breathing, heavy, tangled, stunned.
Your body went limp between them, San cradling your back, Wooyoung stroking lazy patterns down your spine, all of you tangled in sweat, cum, and satisfaction on Hongjoong’s studio couch like a scene out of a fever dream.
The silence was warm, worn in, a little bit sinful.
Then the door opened.
And in stepped Hongjoong.
Armed with an iced Americano and pure judgment.
He stopped. Froze. Blinked once. Twice. His mouth opened, then closed.
His gaze trailed over the scene. Wooyoung smug, San breathing heavy, your bare legs draped over both of them, a clear and very damning trail of cum drying on your inner thigh and his couch.
Hongjoong let out the loudest, most traumatized noise you’d ever heard.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
San immediately tried to sit up, panicked, failing.
Wooyoung didn’t move. He just gave Hongjoong a lazy, post orgasmic grin, and said, “Hi, Hyung.”
Hongjoong’s soul visibly left his body. “You…. This is my studio! This is where I work! Where I mix vocals! Where I sit!”
You covered your face in pure shame. San looked like he was ready to jump out the window. Wooyoung, on the other hand, was basking in the chaos like it was sunlight.
“We’ll clean up!” he chirped.
“You came on my couch, Woo!”
“One cushion,” he corrected. “And the floor. Maybe the desk.”
“OUT,” Hongjoong snapped, pointing furiously at the door. “ALL OF YOU. I WANT THIS ROOM EXORCISED.”
“You can’t kick me out,” Wooyoung said cheerfully, pulling his hat back on his head. “I work here too.”
“Not anymore, you don’t. You work in hell now. I hope you enjoy it.”
San grabbed your hand, muttering apologies as he scrambled for his pants. You were halfway out the door after pulling your own pants back on before Hongjoong shouted one final time, “And if I ever sit in a suspicious wet spot again, I’m suing all three of you!”
Wooyoung threw a peace sign over his shoulder. “No promises!”
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tags: smut, boyfriends!woosan, implied criminal activities, standalone sequel to heists and celebrations.
rating: mature
Weeks passed and the stolen necklace—your only tie to the museum—had long since been pawned away. And yet buzzed, pink hair continued to haunt your fantasies. Until you remembered: Wooyoung was incapable of denying your requests, no matter how sticky they were.
warnings: semi-public sex, van sex, really fucking filthy sex, voyeurism & exhibitionism, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, fingering (f & m receiving), handjobs, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, dom!wooyoung, switch!san, switch!reader, ??!mingi, he's just happy to be there tbh, lots of mxm between all three of them, so much kissing holy fuck, jealous!san, some begging, restraints, everyone gets a little overstimulated, nicknames, san's a cutie when riled up, and he's got a potty mouth, I think that's it ^^
A/N: this one was a wild ride. I'd recommend grabbing a bucket and a mop, just in case. happy reading~
nsfw under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞
“I’m surprised, (y/n). It’s been how long since that day? You’re usually quick to move on,” Wooyoung said with a smile on his lips, pouring hot water into his mug.
“Woo,” you whined, leaning your upper body over the kitchen island, inhaling the fresh scent of instant coffee wafting from Wooyoung’s direction. “You should’ve seen him. I mean, how many men have you seen rock pink hair, let alone a buzzcut?”
“Have you seen Park Seonghwa?”
“Who?”
“Shame. You know Hongjoong? Anyang Group’s boss?”
“Ah, Seonghwa as in that Hongjoong’s sidepiece?” Wooyoung nodded as he sipped his coffee. “Mm,” you mirrored the movement in agreement, lips curling, “wouldn’t mind seeing more of him.”
“Damn right,” he laughed.
He brushed away the image of a slender frame and plush lips to redirect back to your conversation. “You seriously want this?”
“Can you do it?” Tilting your head sideways, you peered at the man before you with wide, hopeful eyes.
Wooyoung’s eyebrows shot upwards, and he walked around the island to where you were sat on a stool, placing his mug down to cup your nape, his voice raspy as he spoke, “you know better than to ask me that, darling.”
You smiled, snaking your arms underneath Wooyoung’s baggy shirt and around his waist, pulling him closer to press tender kisses over the line of his jaw, moving up to his lips while he leaned down until you were at eye-level and giving him a firm kiss.
Pearly whites peeked at Wooyoung, “then I really want this.”
“And you’ll get it,” he moved your head towards his with the hand at your nape, his nose pressing into your cheek as he kissed you until you ran out of breath, pulling away with a kitten lick to your upper lip.
Fingers scratched lightly at the back of your head, Wooyoung leaning closer once again, this time nuzzling your temples, taking in the scent of your shampoo before exhaling contently. “But,” he started, moving back until he could meet your eyes, “what about San?”
“What about him?” You feigned ignorance.
The corner of Wooyoung’s lips tugged upwards at your darting gaze. “You know how he gets. I can’t imagine he’d be thrilled watching you devour another man.”
You pouted, arms retreating from Wooyoung’s waist to cross at your chest. “He can deal with it.”
Wooyoung chuckled, moving to kiss you again, frowning when you stopped him with a hand to his chest. You spoke before he could question the movement,
“What about you? Or do you not get jealous”
His frown melted away, expression softening as you avoided his gaze, hands immediately seeking yours to guide them over his shoulders. “My love,” he peppered kisses over your cheek. “You know well how I treat bastards who dare touch what’s mine,” he craned his neck to follow your gaze, until his dark irises met yours. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?”
You nodded, flashes of gore and spattered red rushed through your mind and your heart warmed at the memory of his dedication, but you weren’t convinced. “Then why—”
Wooyoung interrupted, “but, my darling, since when have you known me to turn down any of your requests?” Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed your foreheads together. “While our precious Sannie might want to keep you all for himself, I certainly wouldn’t mind watching you use another man to satisfy a craving,” he moved to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, “especially if he’s as hot as you described.”
You heard San’s ringtone go off, followed by a short exchange of words before his voice echoed through the suite, “jagi, Youngie’s on his way.”
San’s socked feet padded over the carpet when you didn’t reply, stopping at the bathroom doorway to admire your form, leaning over the sink while blinking into your mascara wand. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you move back to examine the drying coat of black for a second before using the tip of the wand to brush over the outer corners of your lashes.
You dropped the tube into your makeup bag and zipped it shut. Meeting San’s gaze through the mirror, you smiled—almost shyly—while smoothing down your dress, its hem resting just below your behind.
“Who are you all dressed up for?” San teased, eyes flitting down to the burgundy colouring your lips.
You turned to face him, smile still stretching your lips as you leaned back against the counter behind you. “Woo said he had a surprise for me before your match tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow, taking a few steps closer, “a surprise? He didn’t mention anything to me.”
You simply shrugged, hoping he’d let it go before the excitement in your eyes betrayed you.
“Ah, I forgot to wash this for you last night,” you shifted the subject, hooking a finger under the hem of San’s singlet, the drops of dried blood staining the collar a memoir of his victory a couple nights ago.
The suspicion in San’s gaze faded, replaced with fondness. His hands reached for yours, balling them in his palms and bringing them to his lips. He pressed a kiss on each of your knuckles, “my perfect girl.”
You frowned; eyes fixed on the flaking blood smirching the white.
San breathed out a laugh, craning his neck to meet your eyes. “I’m serious, my love. It’s okay. It’s gonna get dirty again anyway.”
Seemingly unconvinced, San took your chin between his thumb and pointer and tilted your head upwards. He muttered a breathy “jagi” before his lips crashed over yours—desperate, hungry, wanting. Hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing at your waist and ass and pulling you impossibly closer to his body. You felt dizzy, arms wrapped around San’s waist and palms splayed over the toned muscle of his back. His breath was hot as it blew over your skin, tongue moving with yours and spit melting the burgundy off your lips.
San’s ringtone sounded in the other room just as strong arms lifted you onto the counter, a disgruntled groan vibrating over your lips before he pulled away to answer, planting a quick peck on your mouth before scurrying out the bathroom.
Giggling to yourself, you slid off the marble to fix the makeup San kissed off you, wiping the product that bled past your lip-line before sliding the applicator over the slightly stained skin.
San showed up at the door once again, hopping on one foot while squeezing the other into his sneakers. “C’mon baby, Youngie’s waiting for us down the street.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you packed your makeup. “Why not pick us up from here?”
“Fuck if I know,” San sighed, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and grabbing his keycard.
The elevator ride was tense, the other passengers averting their gaze upon noticing San’s unabashed groping, a blank expression on both your faces while his hand disappeared under the back of your dress. You elbowed him when the landing doors opened at ground level, finally letting out an airy laugh as the other guests scurried out with hung heads, a cocky smirk forming on San’s lips.
‘Down the street’ was a much longer walk than originally anticipated, San’s grumbling indictive of his irritation, and yet his hold on your hand remained gentle, fingers tangled with yours and squeezing softly with every few steps he took.
After what felt like hours, you took a sharp left into a dark alleyway—tall buildings on either side blocking the sunlight—vivid graffiti overlapping on the damp walls, mould forming where they met the cracked pavement. The familiar white van appeared as you turned the corner, newly painted to refresh the previously peeling lettering, though the various dents in the metal remained.
Wooyoung stood leaning back against the van with a lit cigarette hanging off his bottom lip. The lit edge burned bright orange as he sucked in a breath, pushing off the cold metal to face the two of you.
“Why’d you fucking make us walk so far?” San spat, swinging his arms outwards for emphasis.
Lidded eyes met yours from a few feet away, and you attempted to maintain the faux irritation furrowing your eyebrows.
“Relax, I didn’t want anyone seeing our special guest,” he smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Even if he came here voluntarily."
San looked as heated as he was confused, “the fuck are you talking about?”
Sensing another series of string of curses coming his way, Wooyoung put his hand up to stop him. “Calm down, kitten. Here, see for yourself.”
He exhaled a final cloud of smoke, dropping the expended tobacco onto the pavement and crushing it with the toe of his boot. He stepped towards the van again, pulling the back handles until the double doors swung open. Faded pink hair peeked at you from the back corner of the small space, longer and less vibrant than you remembered, though his defined features were just as captivating; though, you’d argue the full lips looked far more alluring spread apart by the rag Wooyoung had gagged him with.
Your gaze lowered, checking him out while he sat there, staring back with his wrists tied behind his back. You wondered whether Wooyoung had surprised him while getting ready, eying the top three undone buttons of his white shirt, and those missing from his open vest.
A snicker sounded behind you, “sorry, darling, I couldn’t help but inspect the goods while waiting.”
Your shared laughter snapped San out of his trance, turning to face Wooyoung. “Isn’t this the security guard from the last museum? Wooyoung, what the fuck is this?”
Wooyoung’s calm demeanour only seemed to irritate San further, as did the dry chuckle he gave towards his alarm. “Seems like distracting the dog wasn’t enough for our pretty (y/n), she wanted to take him on a walk.”
San’s eyes widened, his head snapping to your direction only to find the space you’d occupied beside him empty.
Your knees dug into the mattress laid on the floor of the van, the used, stained fabric holding the round indent you’d left behind for a few seconds before returning to its original shape. Crawling towards your target, you realised just how much the pink had faded since you last saw him, roots retouched but his grown-out locks closer to being blonde now. He didn’t seem afraid or confused—and you’d thought Wooyoung was only trying to enrage San by hinting Mingi wanted this encounter to occur. The doe eyes that checked you out in the museum were instead replaced by a sharp gaze drowned in an unknown emotion, something sultry, dangerous. But despite the thoughts churning in Mingi’s mind, the fact remained that he was helpless in his current predicament, tied up and unable to touch the woman he so desperately wanted, the threatening presence of her two partners lingering only a few feet away.
Wooyoung watched you closely, both his and San’s eyes shifting to the exposed, pretty black lace of your panties as you crawled towards the bound man. He could sense San’s jealousy simmering beside him, his eyebrows in a deep furrow and fists clenched at his side.
“Want me to untie him?” Wooyoung poked his tongue out between his teeth as a failed attempt to hide his growing grin, awaiting San’s beratement.
Though, your voice stopped the unkind words at the tip of his tongue.
“Uh-uh,” you turned down his offer, settling on your knees, “no need.”
Turning to face the two men still outside the van, you extended a hand towards San, smiling as the crease between his eyebrows softened and he scurried towards you. Grabbing your reaching hand, he led the open palm up to his mouth and pressed five kisses onto the soft skin, inhaling deeply with each one. You smiled, waiting until he’s had his fill before leading him closer. San’s arms wrapped around your waist, his body attaching to yours like it was second nature: front flush with your back, his face buried into the side of your neck until he could smell nothing but your scent, and a faint hint of your shampoo.
You felt the van dip slightly as Wooyoung climbed into the driver’s seat, the engine sputtering before coming alive. You craned your neck to the side to meet San’s eyes, smile dripping with mischief as you spoke, “just want him to watch for now.”
—
San almost couldn’t keep up, his knees digging into the mattress to keep himself steady, arms around your waist keeping you both upright as you threw yourself onto him, lips hungry and desperate as though you’d been craving his taste for days. Teeth clashed against each other, content hums and breathy moans vibrating in the air between you, your hands squeezing at the exposed muscle of his biceps, moving over his chest and down his abdomen.
Moving a few inches back, you dragged the white tank over San’s head and threw it to the side. “C’mon, Sannie,” you pressed a kiss to his lips, hooking your fingers into his waist belt to tug him closer, “don’t you wanna show our guest how good you can be for me?”
Fingers tangled in the hair at your nape, pulling roughly until your neck craned backwards. San’s voice had a rasp to it, dripping with lust he desperately tried to conceal, “don’t push it.”
The corner of your mouth curled, “that’s not being good,” a choked scoff blowing against San’s face, “maybe Mingi here can do better?”
You twisted your head sideways despite the resistance, meeting Mingi’s wide eyes for merely a second before your gaze was forced forwards once again.
“(Y/n),” his tone dripped with warning.
You swiped a finger over San’s bottom lip, protruding yours slightly to egg him on further. “Sannie,” you purred, smiling at the faint flutter of his lashes upon hearing the pleasant sound. “C’mon, baby, show Mingi how good you make me feel.”
Your eyes locked on Wooyoung’s through the rearview mirror while San manhandled you onto his lap, perhaps a little too calm as his gaze travelled over your bare skin and the thin sheet of sweat reflecting the sunlight peeking through the windshield. Your dress tossed somewhere behind you, back stuck to San’s chest and your legs hooked over his thighs, you could feel a flush creeping up your chest upon noticing your position—sat in San’s lap, spread open and bare while Mingi’s eyes roamed over the expanse of smooth skin.
Two fingers circled your clit, and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden touch, exhaling a content sigh when he didn’t waste time sliding them past your pulsing hole. San leaned closer, nuzzling his nose into the junction of your neck as he pumped his fingers slowly.
Sensing the unusual warmth of your skin, a smile stretched his lips. “Oh darling, isn’t it a bit too late to be feeling shy?”
“Shut up,” you moaned, tilting your head to the side to make room for San’s peppered kisses.
Your cunt squelched with every thrust, and you kept your eyes trained on Mingi while it spat slick around San’s fingers. He curled them into your sweet spot, soft ‘ah’s leaving your parted lips as pleasure soared through your body, eyes lidded and head lolling to the side, San’s fingers fucking you open and simultaneously dragging you towards the edge of your release.
“San, Sannie, right there, baby—hnngh, yeah,” his name dripping like honey off your lips.
You grabbed onto his wrist, tight yet not restraining his ministrations, your back arching off his abdomen when his free hand slapped your clit.
“So close already?” San teased into your ear, though his eyes were sharp and contemptuous upon meeting Mingi’s over your shoulder. “I see the audience has got you all worked up.”
His palm landed onto your clit again, and again, content watching your hips jump then fall back onto his lap with each slap.
“Sannie, please,” you panted, hips rolling towards his hands as he played with your cunt, nearly crying out when he pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer, vision blurring when you finally came.
San’s fingers continued pressing your g-spot, languidly to extend your orgasm, his other hand cupping your inner thigh and taking in the tremors shaking your form. His lips found their way back to your neck—blossoming bruises of red and blue scattered over the delicate skin—while his eyes remained on Mingi, as though an unspoken challenge was being communicated between the two men.
Slipping his fingers out from between your clenching walls, San readjusted your position on his lap, moving you sideways so your legs dangled off one of his thighs, an arm around your back holding you upright with your head resting on his shoulder. Mingi watched silently as San leaned down to press a delicate kiss to your lips, checking up on you through whispered questions while massaging the tired muscles of your thighs. It was like he was non-existent, merely a prop in the small bubble enveloping the two of you.
It wasn’t until your tired eyes met his that the bubble popped, and Mingi snapped out of his thoughts. You sat up, your gaze suddenly alert and glimmering with hints of mischief, beginning to crawl towards the man merely a few feet away after San had begrudgingly let you go.
With just a few inches separating your faces, you pulled the wet rag between his lips down to hang around his neck, “did you enjoy that?”
Mingi began nodding before you could finish the question, “yes,” he cleared his throat, the rasp in his voice sending a wave of heat down to your core, and San could see your pussy clench from where he was sat behind you.
“Mm,” you hummed, “I could tell.”
You smiled, tilting your head down to drag your attention to Mingi’s crotch, his cock hard and straining against the constraints of his dress pants. You brushed your fingertips over his zipper, smiling wider at the displeased groan sounding behind you, looking back up at Mingi when a chocked moan left his full lips, a thick gulp following it.
He rested his head against the back of the driver’s seat, taking you in wordlessly through hooded eyes, watching as you reached between your legs to swipe your fingers through your sopping cunt only to bring them back to hover in front of Mingi’s face.
“Be a good boy,” you whispered, and pushed your fingers past his plush lips.
Mingi didn’t need to be told twice, taking them like a starved man and moaning unabashedly as your slick met his tastebuds, rolling his tongue around the digits and sucking them deeper into his mouth. You felt yourself getting wetter, squeezing your thighs together while running your fingers down Mingi’s tongue until he gagged. His whine when you slid them out nearly made you cum, his head moving to chase your retreating fingers, your lingering taste alone driving him halfway to madness.
So, you brought them back, this time hovering around and over his lips despite his attempts to take them inside his mouth. Brushing your thumb through the spit soaking his lips, you shoved it past them to hook behind his bottom teeth, tugging his head forward and removing your hand just before your lips crashed. It was sloppy, way too much teeth and saliva and tongue, and yet your pussy ached, skin buzzing and your need growing the longer your mouth moved against Mingi’s. Lust guided you, your fingers squeezing around Mingi’s cock through his pants while your tongue ran across his teeth, the raspy moans reverberating against your skin fanning the fire burning within your core.
Warmth spread against your back, San’s body covering yours and his hand closing around your chin to pull you off Mingi, pausing to take in the gloss covering both your lips before his irritation grew once again, “don’t slobber on another man’s face when I’m the one fucking you.”
You visibly shuddered at his words, arching back against his torso and leaning forward to catch his lips, barely brushing against then when Mingi’s voice startled you away,
“You’re cruel, miss,” he mumbled, as though talking to himself, yet his eyes fixed on your flushed face. Noting your confusion—and San’s glare—he continued, “I called that number so many times,” he breathed deeply between each of the last three words, his voice dropping at octave as he mumbled the rest of his sentence “’kept wondering whether you tasted as sweet as you smelled.”
San felt the shiver shaking your body, and your pussy getting wetter against his cock where it lay slotted between your legs. He was so occupied with this sultry exchange he didn’t notice the engine’s silence until the doors behind him swung open. A quick peak over his shoulder calmed his reflexes, arms relaxing around your waist as Wooyoung crawled towards him.
Just as he turned his attention back to the pink-haired man admiring you with heart eyes and a tongue heavy with honey-laced words, the string of curses nearly leaving San’s mouth got interrupted,
“Oh come on, Sannie, loosen up a little,” Wooyoung ribbed, dragging his fingertips up San’s spine. “Our friend Mingi here was so excited when he heard (y/n) wanted to see him.”
“Youngie, stay out of this,” San growled, feline eyes narrowing in warning.
Scoffing, Wooyoung left San’s side with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder and a whispered “suit yourself,” moving towards your guest. You both sat back and watched as Wooyoung grabbed Mingi’s defined jaw and smashed their lips together. It was almost like watching your prior kiss from a new perspective—Wooyoung was clearly leading, sucking the plush of Mingi’s lips into his own, digging his tongue into his mouth to seek out more of him, and sneaking his hand lower to palm over his cock. His touch was rough, rendering Mingi unable to do anything but groan against Wooyoung’s mouth, the gravelly sound travelling right to your core.
“More,” he recited, tugging against the restraints at the small of his back while simultaneously fucking up into Wooyoung’s palm. All the while, Wooyoung’s kisses remained relentless, teeth digging into Mingi’s bottom lip and tongue roaming within his mouth, wanting nothing but to manhandle the taller man and take him however he wanted. He held back, though, your excitement in the back of his mind while he enjoyed what he could have.
San was starstruck, his irritation with Mingi long since fizzled away, wholly incapable of moving his eyes off the scene before him, so turned on he imagined a fire would burn less than the heat spreading under his skin.
He hissed as your fingers wrapped around his length, bringing him back to the present and aligning him with your entrance, a nonvocal appeal in the lookback you’d given him. So he slid inside you with a muttered curse, throwing his head back as your heat engulfed him, pleasure soaring through his body at the tight squeeze of his throbbing cock between your walls.
You felt so full, satiated with San finally inside you. Lowering yourself onto your elbows, you allowed your head to hang limp while San thrusted experimentally, jolting you forward with an airy ‘ah’ leaving your lips.
Wooyoung finally parted from Mingi’s now-swollen mouth, glancing behind him at the sound and missing how the other man had leaned in for more. Pretending as though he hadn’t shaken Mingi’s world and possibly given him a sexuality crisis, Wooyoung moved his attention to you and San. He watched shamelessly as San’s hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing and pulling until you sat upright on your knees, tits jumping and lips parting as ecstasy blurred your vision. He was so deep, so heavy where he sat within you, sheathing his full length inside your cunt before pulling out once again.
Following the minute shifts in your expression—brows furrowing then relaxing, lips parted and spit pooling at the reddened corners, your lashes fluttering each time San drove his cock into you—Wooyoung couldn’t stand still any longer. His lips were on yours before you could even register him moving, fingers tangling with the hair at the back of your head to push your faces impossibly closer. He inhaled deeply where his nose dug into your cheek, pulling away slightly only to press wet kisses onto your mouth, allowing you to breathe while he continued satisfying his hunger.
Mingi gulped, also sat up on his knees now and staring directly at San. And as much as San attempted to look away, to focus on his partners making out in front of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off the other man’s lips—somehow fuller than ever, red and slightly chapped from Wooyoung’s relentless nips. Walking a step forward on his knees, Mingi now sat a few inches away from San’s face, and he took the opportunity to lean even closer, frowning when San flinched backwards on instinct.
Noticing the exchange in his peripheral, Wooyoung untangled a hand from your hair to wrap around San’s head and push him forward, successfully ending his resistance when his lips touched Mingi’s.
San could taste you both on Mingi’s lips, nearly shying away them as the other man towered over him, acting as though he’d wanted to put San in this position ever since he’d gotten in this van. Spit-soaked teeth closed around his bottom lip, dragging it with them as Mingi pulled away, only to move back in for more.
You could feel San throbbing inside you, his thrusts sloppy and desperate, losing his rhythm while Mingi was on him. They sounded downright sinful, and one look over your shoulder clamped your pussy down around San, a throaty moan vibrating over Mingi’s lips.
Wooyoung left you with a tender kiss, sneaking around the tangled bodies to reach San’s posterior and bending forward to graze his lips against the shell of his ear, jolting him away from Mingi.
“Seems like our dear Sannie is finally enjoying himself,” he sneered, running his pointer over San’s pert hole and smiling wider at his startled gasp.
Drowning out the conversation behind you, your eyes fell on the tent in Mingi’s pants. You peeled San’s limp fingers from your throat and bent at your waist, placing your palms on his thick thighs to push him into a seated position. It didn’t take long to free his cock from its constraints, Mingi’s eyes wide and wanting, leaning his body back on his elbows, wrists violently tugging against the cloth around them until Wooyoung’s dark glare over San’s shoulder ceased his attempts.
You pumped his length once, taking in Mingi’s rough groan while in awe at the sheer amount of precum coating his reddened skin. You paused before taking him in your mouth, squeezing your fist around the tip and forcing Mingi’s eyes to roll back momentarily, though your head hung low and an elongated moan dragged off your tongue as San adjusted his angle, fucking up into your g-spot until splotches of white spread across your vision.
“Fuck, Sannie— So good,” you tilted your head back, lips parted as another moan slipped past them.
Mingi’s cock jumped in your hold, and you didn’t waste time lurching forward to suck the tip into your mouth. The tang overwhelming your tastebuds goaded you to take him further, flattening your tongue against the underside of his length and lowering yourself until his cockhead nudged your uvula.
“Fuuuck,” Mingi moaned on an exhale, his hips moving upwards in light thrusts to meet your mouth halfway, eyes fluttering shut each time he bottomed out within your tight channel.
You felt lightheaded, Mingi’s taste on your tongue and the deep baritone of his voice driving you to take him further inside. You could barely breathe, the backs of your thighs on fire, San’s slamming against your skin as he fucked into you like a crazed man, pushing you forward until Mingi’s cock bumped the back of your throat. Tears blurred your vision, gagging around his length before pulling off to rest your head over his quivering thigh, but San remained relentless, pumping his cock inside you until your moans went quiet, your mouth open helplessly while burning pleasure overtook your senses.
It took you a few seconds to regain your breath, and you were sucking Mingi’s cock back into your mouth before he could even check up on you. He fought against his restrains, wanting nothing but to tangle his ringed fingers through your hair, to guide your head over the length of his cock until your spit ran down the sides.
“You can do better,” Wooyoung’s voice startled San away from his thoughts, noticing his hand going limp around Wooyoung’s cock. “Look at our pretty girl taking the both of you so well,” he compared teasingly, curling his fingers inside San while he spoke.
“Youngie, ah—fuck, ‘want a turn?” San asked, ignoring the provocation in Wooyoung’s tone and squeezing around his leaking tip.
“Mm,” he hummed into his ear, leaning some of his weight on San’s side and planting a kiss over his shoulder, “fill ‘er up for me,” another kiss on the back of his neck, “I’ll have my fun with you later.”
The purposely harsh thrust Wooyoung gave prodded right at San’s prostate, his cock jumping inside you at the stimulation and his mind going hazy.
“Fuck me, ‘m gonna cum,” San panted, squeezing around the other man while he jerked him off before letting go, instead reaching back to grab his wrist to stop his fingers from driving him off the edge.
“Ah, Sannie, feels so good,” you mumbled while kissing over Mingi’s cockhead, digging the tip of your tongue into the slit to watch his eyes roll back.
You clamped down around San when Mingi spoke suddenly, “please, please, please, miss, oh god—I’m so close,” his head hung sideways to rest over his shoulder as he watched you swallow his cock through lidded eyes.
Your pussy squelched loudly around San, slick running down the inside of your thighs, and jealousy panged painfully within his chest as he watched you deepthroat the man sat in front of him. He let go of Wooyoung, bowing forward to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull your body towards him, Mingi’s cock slipping out of your mouth with a whine and falling heavily against his lower belly.
“San, what—”
“Don’t you even think about coming in her mouth,” San interrupted to address Mingi, balancing on one hand with the other tucking you closely against his chest. “You haven’t earned that yet.”
Yet.
The word alone made precum drip down Mingi’s cock, his voice a higher pitch as he whined disgracefully, “please, ‘wanna cum so bad,” he thrust his hips in the air involuntarily.
San paused inside you, as though contemplating for a few seconds before his hips stuttered and regained their previous pace, your hand flying to wrap around San’s hand where it dug into the mattress. And just when you’d thought the pleasure had completely dumbed you out, San slowly withdrew the arm around you and waited until you settled onto your elbows, pressing his lips to your crown before shifting his attention back to Mingi.
Wordlessly, he reached towards him and wrapped his fingers around his cock, Mingi’s sharp hiss sounding in the stuffy van as San began getting him off.
“Go on then, cum.”
Despite the animosity in his tone, you could feel San grow thicker inside you, stretching your cunt out even further. Squeezing San’s free hand, you laid your top half on the mattress and waited until Mingi absentmindedly scooted closer, resting your head on his thigh to watch San’s fist pumping his girth. San’s pace slowed while he focused on the cock in his hand, and you couldn’t complain, Mingi’s rasp in your ear and his thighs shaking underneath you, thick ropes of cum spurting from his angry tip and splattering onto the side of your face.
San waited until he’d drained Mingi completely before letting him go, his eyebrows raising when your hand took his place, squeezing around his base to hear him hiss in sensitivity. But you kept going, lifting your head and squeezing his wet cock until he began spasming, the overstimulation stretching his vocal cords until he sounded thoroughly pathetic. He panted like a dog even after you’d let him go, and you couldn’t help but wonder how he’d act when pussydrunk—your hole dripping with his load, his airy begging echoing in your ear while you slid down on him yet again, fucking yourself full of his softening cock.
An abrupt change in position paused your forming fantasy, eyes fixing on the van’s roof before San slipped into your field of vision, dimpled cheeks and warm smile lighting a gentle fire in your chest.
“Where were we?” He whispered, your familiar bubble forming around you once again as he leaned down to kiss you.
His lips were soft, moving leisurely over yours as though you were a hallowed treasure, an invaluable jewel he’d set out to heist. His cupped your jaw, burning palm against your heated skin tilting your head so he could move impossibly closer, deepening the kiss until you feared he’d devour you. Reaching between your bodies, San aligned himself and pushed inside you once again, his groan and yours mingling in the negligible air between you.
He started off slow, letting out a shuddered moan as the tight heat of your pussy sucked him in, so deep he considered never pulling out. San fit inside you like he was born to fuck you dumb, his cockhead pressing your sweet spot every time he buried himself within your cunt, pushing more of your slick out and down past where he stretched you out.
San’s hips stuttered just as he’d built up his pace, the feeling of sneaky fingers prodding at his hole again dragging his attention off your face, his features contorting when Wooyoung easily slipped two fingers into his ass. A guttural moan left his lips, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut as he got stretched open, his hands squeezing around your waist while he adjusted.
“Is it too much, Sannie?” Wooyoung provoked him, and you knew it was his own wicked way of getting back at San for leaving him out. You could tell by the violent throbbing between your walls that San was close, and Wooyoung loved playing with San when he was desperate to cum. “’You gonna cum before our girl?”
San snapped his head towards him, glaring despite his predicament—two fingers pumping inside him and your pussy squeezing around his cock. He was in no position to glower at anyone, and yet your small giggle set him off further. He turned his attention to you, moving back to meet Wooyoung’s fingers and forward to piston his cock into your sopping hole. You sensed your orgasm building back up, arching an extra inch off the stained mattress each time San drove into you, lowering himself even more to wrap his lips around your nipple, biting and sucking it raw before licking a strip up your cleavage to the dip between your collarbones.
“Need you to come, baby, let go for me,” he wrapped both arms around you, whining between desperate groans, the stimulation from both sides almost too much for him.
You nodded wildly, a repetition of his name falling off your lips like honey-laced poison; San’s heart nearly arrested.
He untangled one of arms from your quivering form to reach for your clit, frantically flicking and rubbing until you began spasming in his arms, the whites of your eyes showing before you’d squeezed your lids together, jerking away from San’s touch yet rolling your hips towards it. Fiery pleasure blinded your senses, oxytocin rushing through your veins while your orgasm crashed into you like a cyclone wave, twitching uncontrollably within San’s hold.
It didn’t take long for San to follow, deep, breathy ‘ah’s leaving him while your pussy clenched around his cock, barely able to move as you held onto him while you came. Behind him, Wooyoung remained mostly impassive, humping San’s hip while his fingers massaged his prostate, opting to hurriedly jerk himself off instead when San’s thighs began shaking.
San could feel his sanity slipping away, Wooyoung’s fingers milking him of all he had. His cum spurted out of him in hot ropes while he hysterically grinded into you, stuffing your womb full of his seed. His moans lowered an octave, dropping himself over you while still coming, a stream of liquid squeezing past his cock and down to seep into the mattress below you.
At the first uncomfortable whine from the overstimulated man, Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, fucking his slick-covered fist until white ribbons painted San’s back, a few drops landing over his pulsing hole. He could help but reach forward to run a rough thumb over it, pushing his cum inside until San reached back to swat him away with a curse.
Wooyoung took you in from where he towered over you— sweat covered your entire body, skin sticking to San’s as he laid on top of you, head resting on your shoulder; your tits were bitten and bruised from his rough mouth, a bitemark circling your nipple, and cum dripping out of your cunt which San’s softening cock still resided within. Moving his eyes back to your face, they softened at your relaxed features, hooded eyes peering back at him and a warm, grateful smile on your lips. His cock twitched in interest upon noticing Mingi’s drying cum splattered over your face, his tongue poking the side of his mouth, aching for a taste.
Wooyoung grabbed San’s discarded singlet to wipe off the slick wetting his fingers, figuring the man wouldn’t mind another fluid staining the fabric. It was only then that he noticed your guest’s presence, fucked-out with flushed skin and blown-out pupils slowly lifting off your stretched hole to meet Wooyoung’s. Mingi’s own cum coated his toned abdomen, the muscle shaking as he took a shuddering breath in.
Wooyoung’s lips curled with something dangerous, and Mingi nearly flinched. His words, however, lit a treacherous wildfire within him and spread to his core.
“Be good, Mangi,” the nickname coming naturally, “and who knows? Maybe you’ll get the chance to taste her someday.”
【Summary】: You couldn't handle not having known if your boyfriends were okay. Where they were, or how they were. So of course you do what every worried girlfriend does... Use a summoning spell to forcibly bring them back.
『Word count』: 1.19k
-> Genre: Smut. Fantasy Au. Supernatural
[Warnings]: Demons. Mentions of ritualistic summonings. Incubus (Sex Demons) Warlocks Yeosang. Old Ruins/Symbols for Spell Casting. Threesome. Making out, Marking, Hints of Double penetration. Unprotected sex (Don't do that). Anal (don't do that without prep) Demon Wooyoung and San. Dirty Talk.
You had written the symbols on the floorboards with a small piece of chalk. Just like your friend said. Desperation had consumed your being. Worry filling your soul. It had been days since you'd seen your lovers. You became scared they were lost in the under realms. So you went to someone who knew a summoning spell. Yeosang, a powerful warlock, and also a close friend of your boyfriends. He had gifted it to you. So you sat on the floor, rings and ruins around you. You started the chant, slowly, and clearly. The floor started to rumble, while the chalk lines start to light up.
Once the last word is said, the glowing and the energy ebbs away. Did it work? You look around and see nothing different. Frustration grows in your chest as you look over the runes again on the ground. Then a soft hand catches you off guard, caressing your face. Lifting it up to have a look at you, a sigh of relief washes over you.
An incubus stands in front of you, his eyes, purple and skin that shimmers like a pearl. His hair, dark that falls over his face but you can see the grin wide across it. A light chuckles comes from across the room and you whip your head to see another, laying around on your bed rubbing his neck like he just experienced whiplash. His taller and more human figure made your heart jump. But his eyes still glisten that demon purple that made you fall in love all over again each time you see them.
"I was getting worried." You finally spoke, choking slightly as tears began to overwhelm you. Wooyoung's hand what still held under your chin, rubs over your cheek slightly, making you feel a familiar calmness. You missed them so much, more than you thought you did.
"We were okay. We had to stay down there longer than we thought." San's voice whispered behind you, his hot breath pooling against your ear making you jump slightly. Wooyoung then dropped his fingers from your chin, walking over aimlessly to the table with the old witchy books and candles on it.
"Besides it's not really like there is phone reception in hell." He was cheeky so you knew he meant nothing by the sly comment. San turned your body slowly, his hands raking over your hips. He didn't waste time, kissing you passionately. Something you had been missing since they left. Wooyoung just watched silently, enjoying the view of his two lovers making out feverishly.
"A little desperate are we?" San mumbles into the kiss, feeling you bite his bottom lip while chasing him as he tries to pull away. You huff out a breath through your nose in response continuing your assault on him. It's been far too long without them and you weren't about to waste any time. Wooyoung moved quickly pulling you by your hips to spin you around away from San. You let out a groan from his actions but quickly swallowed any whiny remarks when his lips latched onto your neck, sucking a harsh mark onto the skin. San towers over your body, pushing himself flush against you so you could feel his bulge against your ass. His teeth pull against the lobe of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. All the while Wooyoung litters your neck in bright hickeys.
"And here I thought Woo and I were supposed to be the sex demons." San's low voice growled in your ear. Wooyoung made quick with his hands as he stripped the lower half of your pants and underwear.
"Maybe you two have just rubbed off on me." You choke suddenly feeling Wooyoung's cold fingers slide up your wet folds. Strange how, for a demon, he always seems to have cold hands. San pushed you slightly into Wooyoung's grasp, your head now leaning against the redhead's shoulder. He used his free hand to wrap around your waist holding you steady while he pumped his fingers deep inside you.
"W-Woo..." You became so focused on Wooyoung that you hadn't noticed San stripping behind you. Giving Wooyoung a little show first, He spat on his hand so he could lube his cock up, pumping it a few times. Wooyoung groans watching this unfold in front of him.
"Here. Give them to me." San gripped both your shoulders, pulling your body fully away from Wooyoung, making his fingers fall out of your greedy hole. You cried at the loss of contact but San was quick to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his hips so his cock could sink into you in one go.
"Fuck I missed your pussy so much, baby. You know how hard it is being away from our little sex toy?" San groans in your ear, walking over to the wall so he could start fucking you against it. "Our kind needs sex like oxygen. We need it every day. And going a day without you is like being left for dead under the ocean." His thrusts were erratic making you moan loudly. Your fingers find the ends of his pitch hair, tugging harshly on the strands making him groan in response.
"Woo, and I can only fuck so much before we are left craving you." Hearing your lover confess about fucking one another while being away from you sparks fantasies in your mind. San on top of Woo, gifting him all the pleasure he could desire. But yet it wouldn't be the same without you in the middle of it.
"Let's Just say we also missed you a lot." Wooyoung's voice made you open your eyes that you didn't realize were shut. His large hands grip your ass, turning you so instead of San pounding into you while using the wall as a stabilizer, it was now Wooyoung body keeping you in place. "Take a deep breath." his words made you gulp, shakily taking the breath he ordered while he sinks his cock in your tight ass. You felt so full, pain and pleasure mixing together. You couldn't help but question if you liked the pain or the pleasure more, but at this point, you couldn't care less. You were just happy to have your boys back. And also very happy to have them deep inside you.
