Warnings: Fwb!dom!Yeosang x Reader x dom!Wooyoung. Wooyoung walks in on you and Yeo, Female anatomy/pronouns. Spanking, spitting, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), kissing (mxf and mxm) reader caught feelings. Non-idol yeo and woo!
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This one sucks lol, I hope you enjoy still! Let me know if there is any warnings I missed!
Cross posted to ao3
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It had been the worst week of your life. Shitty coworkers, shitty job, shitty boss, and your usual booty call had been out of town for his work. All you wanted right now was to see him and goof around before getting laid. His job consisted of traveling the world, taking pictures and writing on his blog.
âFriends with benefitsâ he calls it, you think heâs afraid of commitment. Being friends since childhood, Yeosang has always been there for you. Through ups and downs to breakups with your shitty exes, life had really put you through the wringer. Yet, there he was. Always there to listen with a warm smile and a shoulder to cry on. Both of you vaguely remembering how this arrangement came about, you confided in him once again. Telling you sweet words like âyouâre so beautifulâ, or âyouâre too good for them, just need to find a guy like me!â He always joked.
He didnât know. Sometime in secondary school, you gained feelings for him. He grew into his features, gained muscle from sports. And now after university, heâs gotten even more handsome over the years. Another one of those nights he gave you that spiel of âyouâre so pretty, any guy would be lucky to land youâ and âmaybe you need someone like me!â He teased like usual.
Yet one night after too many drinks, you kissed him. He reciprocated, one thing led to another, and from there the rest was history. You guys addressed it the next morning, decided to make this a regular thing with no strings attached and that was it.
Snapping back to reality, you didnât even realize you made it home. Checking the time, you realized heâd arrived home today. Sending him a quick text, something along the lines of âmiss you, wanna see you.â Locking your phone and hopping in the shower, washing the stress of the day away. Noticing the soap he left here just made you miss him more. Stupid feelings. Stupid Yeosang. Heâs probably getting all kinds of ass all over the world.
Drying off and checking your phone, you see he messaged back. âI miss you too, on my wayâ. Fear set in your stomach as panic flooded your veins. Shit, that quick?! Getting ready, throwing a cute little dress on to make him drool, not worried about being shaved cause you do it regularly. (Not that heâd care, but for your own comfort.)
He texts you that heâs here. Opening the door, your heart jumps to your throat.
There he stands, your favorite flowers in hand and newly blond. When did that happen?! Did he tell you?? Shaking your head, ridding the thoughts, you take the flowers and step aside. âCome on in, Sangie.â
He steps inside, bringing you into a bear hug. âI missed you so much pretty girl.â You swallow a sob, uttering back a weak âI missed you too..â
âA lace blindfold?â You question. Why would he? Oh.
Chuckling, he cups your face. âYes. Saw that and immediately thought of you. Figured we have a couple uses for it.â He winked, leaning in to whisper against your ear, âYou know what I missed the most though?â
âMe?â You teased.
âWell duh,â he playfully rolled his eyes. âI missed kissing you, touching you, and fucking you until you scream my name.â He growled, starting to crawl over your body. You begin to lay back, breath picking up.
âOh yeah? Prove it.â You challenged him as he crashed his lips onto yours. Tongues and lips immediately fighting for dominance, even knowing heâll always win. âY-YeosangâŠâ you gasp, head thrown back as he begins to kiss on your neck and inch his hands up your thighs. Biting your lip to contain your moans, he inches his fingers inside the band of your panties. He dips his finger tips into the fabric, ripping a whine from your throat.
Suddenly, your door opens. âHey angel, whatâs going on? Iâve been knocking forever! You okay?â Itâs your friend Wooyoung, whom you forgot you invited over tonight to hang out before knowing Yeosang was back in town. He walks in, eyes widen at the sight of you two on the couch. âFuck, sorry!!â
Gasping, you push Yeosang off and sit up. âShit, sorry Woo!â You spoke, cheeks burning. âI completely forgot about inviting you over tonight! Can you forgive me? How can I make it up to you?â
He swallows, you watch his adams apple bob before he speaks. âHmm, I donât know dollface. Iâm pretty hurt you forgot.â He flicks his eyes over to Yeosang, smile widening. âThis who youâve been fucking? Hmm, I can see why.â Your cheeks burn hot.
âWooyoung this is so embarrassing, letâs pretend this didnât happen please?â You groan, hands covering your face. âSure, cutie. Letâs forget it. So whatcha wanna do?â He walks and sits on the other side of you. Your heart rate picks up, Yeosang to your left and Wooyoung to your right. How did I get so lucky to have them as friends? Attempting to change the subject, you fumble with your phone âUmâŠletâs watch a movie! We can order in!â you nervously spoke.
After finishing your meals, you run to the bathroom for a quick break. You walk back into your living room and see the two men whispering. Lifting an eyebrow curiously, you open your mouth to speak but they catch you and shush each other. Uh okay? Shaking your head you plop back in-between them.
The movie playing on the screen once more, all of you engrossed. At least you were. You feel Yeosangâs touch on your thigh. Nothing new, but it shocked you since Wooyoung was there. Then suddenly, you felt another hand on your right thigh. âWooyoung?â You leaned towards him, whispering. âShhh, donât worry about it jagi.â Both their hands suddenly move closer to your core causing you to swallow the spit in your throat. Both the mouths reach your throat, lazily leaving kisses and nips wherever they could. All you could think about is when they could have possibly planned this or if this was even coordinated.
âUm, guys? Whatâs going on?â You panted, throwing your head back.
âKnow you want this, babyâ Yeosang whispered against your ear once more. âCan tell you want Woo too, saw the way your thighâs clinched when he walked in on us.â He chuckled, causing you to shiver. He pulled the lace blindfold out, placing it over your head and covering your eyes.
âMmm, Sangie is right. Planned this when you were in the bathroom. Be a good girl for us, yeah?â He whispered against you to ear before turning your head towards him, smashing his lips against yours. Kissing him back, you barely notice Yeosang moving his hands to your breasts and massaging them over your dress, continuing his kissing on your neck, leaving marks on your throat.
Yeosang pulls away, âfuck, Wooyoungie. Look at our slut. Already so desperate for us. Think she can handle two of us at once?â
Woo chuckles, pulling away to mutter against your lips, âwell, weâll be finding out one way or another tonight.â His words made you shutter in anticipation. This is not how you were expecting your night to go, but fuck are you glad it is.
âPleaseâŠâ you pull away, whining and throwing your head back against Yeosangâs shoulder. âNeed you to do somethingâŠâ
Yeosang grips your throat, pulling you against him and kisses you roughly and Wooyoung asks âthis okay, doll?â Nodding in response, he inches your panties off. He trails his fingers up, cupping your pussy and teasing your thighs. Yeosang pulls away, growling âhow bad do you want his fingers baby?â
âSo badly!!â You whimper, causing both men to grin wickedly. âBeg our guest nicely, baby. Itâs up to him, not me.â Yeosang chuckles darkly, making eye contact with Woo.
âPlease, Wooyoung. Can I have your fingers?â He smiled deceitfully sweet, cooing out âaww, of course sweetie.â He plunges two fingers in, stretching you deliciously. Thrusting them in and out roughly as you moan his name, biting your lip to muffle it. Donât need noise complaints from your neighbors. But they wonât have that, no. Of course not.
âAh ah, baby. Let us hear those pretty sounds.â Yeosang says, tapping your cheek lightly and grabbing your jaw to force it open. If only you could see their faces, see how hard they are just seeing you in this state.
Yeosang grabs the hem of your dress, ripping it over your head and unhooking your bra to play with your tits again. âSuch pretty tits.â He groans, fingers ghosting around your chest.
Wooyoung hums in response, adding a third finger, the dual sensation causing your head to spin. Yeosang grips your jaw again, gasp ripping from your throat as he spits in your mouth watching it land on your tongue.
âSwallow.â He growls, and you follow orders. Even stick your tongue out to prove it to him. Yeosang could be pretty dom but fuck, this was making you wetter than ever. Wooyoungâs thumb connects to your clit and you scream, closing your mouth to muffle the sounds.
âWhat donât you understand about letting us hear, hm?â Wooyoung taunts, slapping your thigh lightly. âDo you want us to stop? Leave you here all wet and horny while we leave? Or not touch you at all, tie you up and watch us fuck each other instead?â
You moan at the thought. As hot as watching them would be, you cry at the idea of being left out tonight. âN-no! Please! Iâm sorry! Iâll be good!â Smiling, they share a look once more. One you still canât see, but one that causes them to pick up their paces. Yeosang laying you on your back, lips attaching to your nipple, hand flicking the opposite one and Wooyoung kneeled down and connecting his tongue to your pussy.
âAhh!! Fuck! Please! Feels so good!â Wooyoungâs fingers switch from thrusting into you and flicking your clit as he makes out with your pussy. You feel that band winding tighter and tighter, gasping and panting as your nerves feel like theyâre on fire.
âNeed t-to cum, can I please?â You moan, legs closing around Wooyoungâs head.
âYou may cum, my little slut. Cum for us like the good girl you areâ Yeosang groans in your ear. Letting the band snap, you cum all over Wooyoungâs face. You scream out his name, hands yanking his hair and pulling his face closer to you. Wooyoung slurps down your orgasm like itâs the sweetest nectar heâll ever taste. He pulls away with a pop, licking his lips.
Coming down from your first high of the night, already feeling exhausted. âWeâre gonna move you to your bed now, okay baby?â Yeosang coos at you softly. You nod, jolting when he picks you up, walking to your room and gently lays you down on your mattress. Still temporarily blind, you just hear rustling of clothes and belts hitting the floor.
Yeosang lifts the blind fold to meet your eyes, âstill with us jagiya?â You blink, adjusting to the room light. âYes, sir. I amâ he smiles, pulling it back over your eyes. âGood girl. Iâm gonna fuck you now, okay? You wanna suck Wooyoungâs cock while I do it?â
You nod aggressively, so turned on at just the thought of it. âYes, please! I would love to!â He chuckles, flipping you to your stomach. He cracks his hand across your ass, causing you to cry out and moan. âAgain, pleaseâ you beg, and he does so. âAww, my little slut loves being used, yeah?â You whimper and nod, already fucked out without even having a cock inside you yet.
âIâm gonna stick it in your pussy now, okay? Open wide for Woo baby.â You move to all fours, sticking your tongue out for Wooyoung. You hear him suck in a sharp breath as he bites his lip. âFuck, sweetheart. You look so sexy like this.â He squeezes your cheeks, puffing your lips out as Yeosang inches inside you, bottoming out in seconds thanks to Wooyoung stretching you out. You moan loudly, opening your mouth wide allowing Wooyoung to lean down and spit in your mouth before shoving his length down your throat.
Yeosang groans, âfuuuuck, baby. Best pussy, wonât fuck anyone ever again, havenât since we started hooking up.â
Your heart clenches at that, tears prick your eyes. Hearing his words make you so happy you could cry. Or maybe thatâs from the brutal pace both men set, using you as their personal fleshlight. Yeosang immediately hits your cervix, sending you forward causing Wooyoung to groan and throw his head back. âFuuuck, best throat Iâve ever had. Mouth feels so good around me, all Iâll think about every time I need to fuck my fist.â
Both men are making you feel so desired, making you feel so sexy. How could you ever be insecure after that?
Your blindfold slips off, you see the men kissing. Cupping each others faces, tongues fighting for dominance. Your pussy clenches around Yeosangâs cock, he pulls away groaning, thrusting into your pussy harder. They laugh, taunting you. Pecking each other again and pulling away.
âFilthy fucking whore getting off to us kissing. Such a slut for us, arenât you?â He yanks your hair, causing you to choke around Wooyoungâs dick.
âThink Iâm gonna cumâŠâ Wooyoung groans, thrusting faster. He slaps your cheek, gripping both between his fingers again. âFucking take my load, whore. Swallow it all down.â He watches as Yeosang continues rutting into you, eyes glued to where you meet. âLook so sexy being fucked by Sangie baby.â A few more trusts and he moans, yelling your name as he pulls your hair to drag you closer, thrusting and giving you every last drop.
You swallow all of it. When he pulls out, you stick out your tongue to show him the proof. âGood girl.â He smiles, petting your hair and collapses on the bed.
Yeosang yanks you up so your back is against his chest, choking you with his biceps and pressing down on your abdomen. âOnly I can have you like this, only me. Say it.â He grunts, thrusting harder to emphasize each word âfucking. Say. It. You. Slut.â He punctuates.
âAhh! Yeosang!! Iâm yours! Only yours! Only YOU can have me like this!â you cry out, thoroughly gone. Your body feels like jelly, nerves on fire once more as he pins you down again and gripping your hair. âMy slut. Only mine. No one elseâsâ he repeats. You can tell heâs close and brain getting mushy too, just as fucked out.
âCum for me, slut. Show me how good we make you feel.â
With that permission, you let go. Crying out Yeosangâs name. Body trembling and you gush on him, causing him to groan and hit his release. Rope after rope of his seed paints your insideâs white before he collapses against you, rolling you over to lay on his chest.
âFuckâŠâ you pant
âThat wasâŠâ he pipes in
âFucking amazing.â Wooyoung finishes, grinning ear to ear. âHottest shit ever. Great idea, Yeosangieâ he teases, making kissy faces at him. He shoos him away, making Wooyoung run to your bathroom to get something to clean you up with.
âYeosang, IâŠ.â You start but he shushes you, finger in your lips. âShh, jagi. We can talk about this in the morning. But I meant what I said. I want you and only you. Youâre the only one Iâve been with since we started this arrangement.â You nod, understanding.
Wooyoung returns with a warm rag, wiping you up as you hiss in pain. âSorry, baby. we did quite a number on you, huh?â He chuckles.
âYeah, Iâll be sore for days. I donât even know if I can walkâ you giggle. Snuggling closer to Yeosang as Wooyoung climbs into bed with you two, covering up with the duvet.
âGoodnight guysâ he yawns. Yeosang responds, he pulls you in closer. Both men hearing your light snores.
A night that went differently than expected.
A night youâll never forget.
A night you finally get to fall asleep with a genuine smile on your face.
Warnings : Dry humping, sex challenge, car sex, sub!yeosang, dom!wooyoung, dom!san, voyeurism, slight threesome, public sex, handjob.
Summary : While waiting for their members in the car and watching videos, they scroll down to find two guys filming a sexual challenge. Both deciding to try it out, they end up losing pathetically.
Word count : 2.5k
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The group has decided to go shopping for the day, but a few hours in and Yeosang has been starting to feel annoyed by the overwhelming amount of people surrounding him. He isn't usually affected by crowds, today is different and somehow he feels suffocated.
Wooyoung is the one that notices his pale skin and uncomfortable expression and he brings it to his friend's attention. "You ok there Yeosanh-ah?"
Yeosang lets out a shaky sigh and it's all Wooyoung needs to warn the others of their departure, affirming that they both will wait for them in the car. "Take your time, we'll find a way to entertain ourselves."
"Alright, call us if you need anything." Seonghwa's caring nature surfaces, concern showing on his handsome features and Wooyoung is quick to press his lips to his older friend's cheek, a loud smacking sound resonating through the clothing store. "Aww~ Don't worry about us mommy we'll be fine."
The pair escape their hyung's grasp, Wooyoung being the one to drag Yeosang away from all the chaos. While Seonghwa is left to stifle a groan and glare at the rest of his cackling children, as they find the scene to have been unbelievably funny.
The best friends exit the mall and make their way to the van unhurriedly. Wooyoung is telling a story, trying to settle Yeosang's nerves by occupying his mind. It does help the ladder, busy listening to the other's voice and attempting to understand his words.
They enter the car in silence, the anecdote over before the doors even open. It is a comfortable, relaxing quietness that fills the space between them and Yeosang finds his heartbeat slowing, his head unfogging rather fast.
He has always felt at peace with Wooyoung, finding comfort in him no matter the situation. But especially in moments like this, when he needs someone to regulate his mind and body.
"Wanna doomscroll until they're back?" It's his way to keep Yeosang occupied, focused on anything else rather than getting lost in his own mind. By his reaction, Wooyoung understands the other's decision. Yeosang nods almost unnoticeably and hums while staring blankly at the dashboard, before blinking himself back to reality and answering verbally. "Let's do it."
They watch videos on TikTok for a little over twenty minutes, the atmosphere is a lot more relaxed than it was previously and Wooyoung takes that as a win. That is until his friend scrolls down once more and instead of a funny or cute video, they stumble upon something far more explicit.
If it wasn't for the shy side eye look Yeosang gives him , Wooyoung would've spit all of the water he just gulped in his mouth. He restrains from it, swallowing the cold liquid down his throat so that the other boy doesn't get more startled.
To his surprise, the TikTok is still ongoing and Woo notices the curiosity behind Yeosang's embarrassed exterior. The car is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and moans, which gives Wooyoung butterflies. He feels the coil in his stomach forming and his arousal quickly awakening from the sight on the screen.
They watch side by side, a knowing silence between them as two best friends are dry humping each other. They're doing a challenge apparently, from what Wooyoung is able to read in the description. They have to hump each other for ten whole minutes without getting hard and if they lose, the challenge is expended to trying not to cum for ten more minutes.
It is beyond Wooyoung's comprehension as to why the video hasn't been taken down and the user banned, it's literally porn. Although he can't complain if it's the miracle he's been waiting for, a solution to his endless pinning for the boy sitting next to him.
"Wooyoung-ah." Yeosang is the first to break ice, much to Wooyoung's surprise. Said boy makes eye contact with the other, chest burning with anxiety and cock swelling embarrassingly fast. "Yeah?"
"You up for a challenge?" Wooyoung actually chokes this time, the sharp intake of air getting stuck in his throat. Yeosang finds his coughing fit amusing, watching as the other's ears and neck become almost concerningly too red. Woo isn't the only one who likes to tease after all. After receiving a few gentle pats on his back from Yeo, Wooyoung straightens up and regains his thoughts.
"You're messing with me, right?" Wooyoung is preparing to laugh in order to hide his upcoming disappointment, waiting for Yeosang to confirm his suspicions, but it never comes. Instead the other shrugs and looks at him dead in the eye, as serious as ever and says. "Of course not. We're best friends after all, we'll win the challenge easily."
Nuh-uh. They already lost, Wooyoung's erection is enough to prove it, but what Yeosang doesn't know won't hurt him. Right? "Yeah, no. For sure!"
As soon as those words leave Wooyoung's lips, Yeosang is climbing over the console to straddle his laps. Wooyoung can barely muffle a groan as the other settles on top of him with his full weight, the pressure on his cock is subtle but still enough to be pleasurable.
He watches as his friend sets up the phone against the passenger door, pressing the record button and getting in position once more.
While Wooyoung loses his mind, trying not to show any type of reaction, Yeosang seems to be having the time of his life. He looks so innocent above him, an excited grin spread over his lower face and eyes filled with a competitive spark. It's just a game to him, at least that's the vibe Wooyoung is getting from him.
"Can I start?" Wooyoung gulps in anticipation, Yeosang's forwardness shocks him but it turns him on more than anything else. He nods to give his friend the green light and immediately after, the other begins to grind his hips down against his dick.
"Mmhff-oh. Fuck!" Wooyoung throws his head back, the sudden wave of pleasure too much to handle, there's no way he can act like this isn't affecting him. Yeosang pauses right away, wondering if it's possible that Wooyoung is hard already. "Wooyoungie, are you-"
"No! Ff-fuc- It's just my zipper." Wooyoung clumsily reaches to tug at Yeosang's shirt, pulling him closer and switching his hand placement to the boy's hips. He guides his movements and sets a moderate pace, forcing Yeosang to rub his clothed cock to his own.
Yeosang breathes heavily while Wooyoung is already panting, his friend's aroused state being pretty obvious at this point. He pretends he doesn't notice the other's boner, choosing to believe the lie he was fed because he doesn't want this to stop. "Wait! Slow down, there's no need to rush."
Wooyoung listens to the request, but instead of slowing down, he stops all together. Holding Yeosang's hips in place and instead of continuing to guide the other's moves, he changes things up. They both feel more heated as Wooyoung begins to trust his cock up against Yeosang.
Yeosang moans softly as he sits there, being held up by his best friend as he fucks up into him. One of his hands is pressed against the headrest of his friend's seat and with his other, he's gripping onto Wooyoung's wrist so hard that his nails dig into the skin and leaving marks. "Ohh, god~"
Yeosang's whiny moans are music to Wooyoung's ears and he grinds harder to get even more reaction out of him, letting explicit sounds of his own. He feels his friend's dick becomes harder with each trust while his own twitches and is leaking precum generously.
"I think it's sa-ahh! S-safe to say.. That we-mmhh lost the challenge." Wooyoung announces, out of breath. Yeosang nods from where his head rests against the other's shoulder, unable to keep his head straight.
None of them put a stop to it, knowing that they reached the second part of the challenge. Now all they have to do is, to not cum for ten minutes. "You ok to keep going?"
Woo asks for Yeosang's consent and all he gets in return is frustrated whimpers, because he had stopped his movements. The lack of pleasure makes Yeo feel like a sex deprived junkie, he subconsciously humps his friend until the other chuckles playfully and picks up the rhythm.
The boy under him tightens his hold on his pelvis and he him fuck himself onto his covered dick. Yeosang whines loudly, his whole length rubs against Wooyoung's and it feels heavenly. He can feel the warm precum soaking through both their pants and how hard they are, which makes him blush further.
Wooyoung pushes Yeosang back and doesn't explain his intentions, taking his friend by complete surprise when he reaches under his seat and rolls backwards. His next move is to pull the lever up and adjust the back of the seat until it's almost fully lying down and then he manhandles Yeosang onto his back, switching their positions unexpectedly. "W-oo?"
Wooyoung doesn't give him an answer and instead spreads the boy's legs, settling his lower body until he's pressed against him. Yeosang throws his head back, their lengths are pressed to one another and he can feel every twitch and reaction Wooyoung makes.
While holding both legs behind his back, Wooyoung starts trusting against Yeosang. If anyone were to see them from outside the car, it would look like they are actually fucking.
"Woo-mmh~ Wooyoung-ahh! Mmffuch yeahh! H-ah-harder plEAse!" Wooyoung's stomach tightens, his cock weeping as he hears his best friend, that he is in love with, begging him to make him feel good. He obeys and rolls his hips expertly against Yeosang, rubbing their clothes cocks together and watching his friend's eyes roll back.
Wooyoung cums, hips stuttering for a few seconds but quickly he regains control of them so Yeosang can reach his own orgasm. He rides out his high and stimulates his friend's cock at the same time and just when he feels Yeosang's body tense, the door is ripped open sending both of them jumping away from each other.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Hongjoong's voice is filled with both anger and confusion, mostly because this is the most unexpected situation but also because if the members were able to see them, maybe other people did too. Wooyoung is a bit ashamed, but he doesn't regret a thing.
Yeosang on the other hand looks like he is about to cry, still very painfully hard and mortified to have been caught, by none other than his closest friends.
San pushes through the group and analyses the scene for a moment, before he reaches for Yeosang'e pants. His fingers grasp the zipper and he makes a swift move of opening the overwhelmed boy's jeans.
Everyone watches in both amazement and carefulness, wondering what their friend has in mind. While they're focused on the trio, Seonghwa who notices the cellphone filming the whole thing, circles the car to open the passenger door and becomes the designated cameraman.
Wooyoung holds his breath as he lets it play out in front of him, watching San pull out Yeosang's leaking cock out of his boxers. Yeosang hides his face in the crook of his arm, letting San have his way with him.
The audience is satisfied when the shy boy who is getting his cock stimulated, cries out in deep pleasure, but also relief. San smirks, proud that he is the reason Yeosang looks so fucked out right now, but Wooyoung isn't too happy about it.
Another hand wraps around the length and Yeosang despite being in the midst of losing his mind, steals a quick glance down. He is glad to see that Wooyoung has joined San in giving him a handjob and becomes incoherent the moment they both build his upcoming orgasm. "Feels good baby?"
Wooyoung glares at San when the nickname escapes his lips, working on pleasing Yeosang better than him. He jerks his cock with precise strokes and a tight grip that makes the slit leak every time he squeezes the tip.
San on the other hand, he's focusing on fucking his closed fist closer to the base and creates a kind of pulsing beat with the tension of his hold. He knows about Wooyoung's love for Yeosang and he is definitely jealous, thus explaining why he stepped up to jerk off one of his crushes.
Yeosang is in so much pleasure, the two hands working on his cock are bringing him closer to his peak and it won't be long before he releases. Two more hands adding themselves to the equation is what tips him over, both of his friends having the same idea at the same time.
They engulf his cock completely, covering every part, from base to tip and they stroke him so fucking good. In a way, it's like they're giving a massage to the whole length, even the tip receiving an overwhelming amount of friction. "Oh~ AahHH!"
Yeosang ejaculates hard while they all watch, cum spurting out thickly from the tip, landing on every surface and both San and Wooyoung. He arches against the seat and lays back while they work him through the intense orgasm, jerking his dick until he is spasming from too much pleasure.
Wooyoung licks the sperm off of his fingers, watching with green envy as San beats him to feeding Yeosang his own cum. He scoffs and grimaces, almost looking away when Yeosang sucks the boy's fingers with vigor.
What he doesn't expect, is for Yeosang to pull him by his shirt and wrap his legs around his waist, gently tugging the hair at the base of his nape and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Wooyoung melts, getting worked immediately and poking the other's mouth with his tongue.
Once Yeosang parts his lips in surrender, it's over. Wooyoung shoves his tongue in and tastes every inch of his mouth, he even goes as far as fucking his throat with the wet muscle and he feels the vibration of the moans that Yeosang can't hold back.
The six members are watching in awe until San forcefully tugs Wooyoung away from devouring Yeosang. He has to pull at his hair harshly so the other lets go and a string of saliva connects both of their parted lips.
They're both panting and eye fucking each other, communicating through their intense stare off and San ignores the tension. With his index and middle finger he rubs the tips over Wooyoung's lower lip, collecting the saliva and rolls the clear string of liquid until it detaches itself from Yeosang's tongue too.
Caught off guard, Wooyoung almost curses at San, but cuts himself off quickly when the boy wraps his lips around his own fingers, humming as he suckles and tastes both of their fluid. It awakens his softening cock, eyes shining with something deeper than friendship for the first time. "Sannie.."
Now he has feelings for two of his best friends and he just realises the rest of the group just watched the whole ordeal and maybe a couple of bypassing strangers too. Oops.
Toc/cw: MDNI!! MATURE CONTENT!!! lots of cursing oops. Threesome. Wooyoung steals panties. Use of sl-t (used 2-3 x). Fingering. Dirty talking. Spitting. Saliva. Grinding. Masterbating. Spitting. Unprotected sex(Dw. There's birth control for men.) Cumplay. Plugging(?). Lots of orgasms. Somewhat wooyoung centered cause he's loud. Knotting. Bratty mean dom woo. Service dom yeo. Bulge mention. Slapping(once). Squirting. Begging. Biting. Pinching. Overstimulation. Use of 'I love you' during sex. Aftercare. Praising. Lots of kissing and fluff. More 'I love you's. Kinda ooc jongho. DONT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE!! JUST BLOCK OR SKIP â thank yew. Also, completely fiction.
The kitchen is quiet besides the occasional bubbling of questions that one or the other might add on about preparing for dinner. When mingi pokes his head out every so often to check on the living room.
You've moved spots, no doubt overheated and beginning to feel the symptoms of your heat coming to front. And last he checked you were lying against wooyoung's chest as he stroked your back, sandwiched between yeosang as you all watched wooyoung's phone.
There's the distant sound of a movie playing on his phone. Even though the TV is right there to use, you're all too lost in each other's embrace. You wiggle ever so often, and since you began doing that, Yeosang has had to pull himself back a bit so you aren't accidently bumping and grinding.
Wooyoung's hand wanders, he couldn't help it. He strokes his finger over the gap in your shirt and pants. The skin there is almost as hot as your forehead, no doubt starting to feel too heated for your own liking. You've already stripped your socks off due to the heat. He and Yeosang are already too distracted to watch the movie on his phone.
âhow're you feeling, pretty star?â The nickname wooyoung uses catches your attention as a cramp passes through you, you groan. Pained. Yeosangâs hand comes to wrap around your midsection, attempting to ease the hurt with the messaging of his fingertips.
It doesn't help much, but you lean into his touch anyway as the last of the cramp seizes you. Sighing heavily afterward. Your forehead scrunches as you pout heavily at the alpha you're leaning on.
âsânot good.â your words make both of the alphas frown. âYou need help with it?â Yeosang offers gently. You don't feel completely compelled by the heat, but it's creeping. And you donât want to worry woo and yeo about it. You whine into your words as you speak again.
âNot yet, I can hold offâ cause you don't want them to feel obligated to give you what you really want. You're content with them just being here. It feels like they've done so much for you already. Wooyoung shifts, and you're slipping between the spot and in the space between them. Wooyoung's phone lands with a thud by your head. Completely disregarded by the alpha who lays his hand on your hip, facing you towards him.
âare you sure? You're sweatingâ wooyoung lays a cold hand on your head. It's a relief to how hot you were before. you shake your head, whimpering softly, there's the urge to rub your legs together, drawn by the way you shifted. It's so sudden you're not realizing how close the next wave of your heat is already here.
Yeosang is shifting to the back of you, pulling your hair into his hand and using the scrunched up hair tie that was loosely hanging from the edge of your hair to tie your dyed hair away from your neck. It's a relief, too, not so hot on your sweaty neck. Making you realize just how sweet they're being.
âm- iâ you can hardly get out, eyes squeezing shut tightly. Your hands reach for him, screw your pride. You need a filling. Now. You pull wooyoung down onto you, capturing his thigh between your legs. His hand falls next to your head to hold himself, a soft thump of his other knee hitting by your own. His other knee bumps against your butt and you audibly gasp into his ear when his thigh pushes against where you need him most.
âNeed it, now, please, pleaseâ you whimper into his ear. He takes a harsh breath into his lungs, looking up at yeosang. Yeosang is equally as surprised, it's the first time they're both with an omega in heat, not something they're used to. And you being forward is adding onto the shock. It's a huge turn on.
Wooyoung ruts up on your thigh once when it skims his cock through his sweats, a covered sigh falling past his lips. He's so hard, it's really ridiculous how fast you have him going.
âfuck, you need to come first don't you?â wooyoung asks, more like himself, he's genuinely sure he's going to cum in his pants if he gets to put his fingers inside you. But he wants to hold off, it's hard being so infatuated with his member who he completely would cum to at night unbeknownst to her, his own dirty secret that really shows with how eagerly he's pulling your pants off.
Or- seonghwas pants. Yeosang has fully pressed himself against your back, in it for the long run as his other member slowly loses himself to the pleasure of it all. It's amusing, watching his bratty and teasing friend give in just because you said please.
Yeosang takes the hem of seonghwas sweater and strips it off your hot skin, the exposure of your scent has him already attaching his lips to your neck. The salty taste of your sweat lingers on his tongue even as you throw your head back against his shoulder.
Wooyoung rearranges your legs. When he pushes them together, he doesn't miss the way your pretty panties stick to you and leave a dark stain from the wetness. He'll have to thank seonghwa for picking that pair later.
âlook at you, so fucking prettyâ he moans when he talks, eyebrows pulling at how strained he's finding himself in his sweats. He's expertly pulling them off your legs and shoving them into his pocket.
Despite the stench of his other members cum lingering on it, your smell is most prominent, the slick still sticks to the side your pussy sits. You can call him a perv for taking your panties and he'll definitely say âonly for youâ. The cold air does nothing to relieve anything other than the sweat prickling against your thighs.
Yeosangs hand trails down from where they were on your hips, finding your clit easily, his fingers circle, only two calloused tips applying pressure. Wooyoung is catching his eyes, theres a silent message that pases between them, yeosang pulls back and it has you whining at the lost.
But the sound of wooyoungs lips smacking has you staring when a wet glob of his saliva falls on your clit. Yeosang angles his fingers back down to gather your slick and brings it back up to circle your clit again, mixing wooâs saliva with your own juices. âYou okay jagiya?â Yeosang asked, his sweet lips pressing to your shoulder. âi- âm good, please don't stopâ You mewl, head falling back against his shoulder once again, his name a silent sinatra off your tongue.
Wooyoung is freeing himself from his briefs, tugging his hard dick into his palm before he lets it angle against his stomach. As if yeosang knows what he's doing, he uses his free hand to grab your jaw. âOpen jagi, woo needs your droolâ he mentions with a hard tone as his fingers continue their heavy back and forth over your cunt.
You easily comply, lulling out your tongue and bubbles of spit forming when you stick your tongue out to let the drool seep off. Wooyoung easily catches it, his fingers rubbing around his palm. He stares so hard that you feel your cheeks heat up worse than they already are.
âsuch a slut, wide open for me huh?â he bites his lip back as his fingers slip into your open mouth, why have it so wide open if he can't use it. He's got his two digits rubbing against your tongue to get that feeling memorized, he can't wait to have his dick in your mouth at some point or another.
You close your mouth around them and suck, eyes scrunching as yeosangs first finger slips inside you. It's an easy fit cause you're wet, unbelievable so. Wooyoung's choked moan has you moaning with him. Yeosang breathily groaning by your head as he ruts his cock in his tight pants against your back.
Wooyoung can't take it anymore, he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a dirty pop. His hand grabbing his dick and tugging, and fuck, he already feels so close when he looks down and sees yeosangs fingers prod into you and pump slow.
He's pumping his fingers around the length of his cock with yeosangs strokes. You're watching wooyoung get off through heavy eyelids. His mouth already lulled open as he whimpered incoherently to himself. Mumbles of praises that you can't distinguish but still squeeze Yeosangs fingers at.
You reach back for the quiet alpha, palming against his pants the best you can, you're telling him you want to pleasure him too, you hold eye contact as you spit on your hand. A quiet curse slipping his lips, he's still got his fingers buried inside you when he uses his free hand to unbuttons his pants.
Your hand replaces his as you slide it down, squeezing his member in your own smaller and wet hand. It's already dripping, throbbing against your fingertips as you stroke from the angle. Attempting to recreate the way yeo works his in continous pounding fingertips. Every time he presses your g-spot, you squeeze him a bit too hard by accident. He doesn't mind the way his breath hiccups in his throat. There's the squelch of you getting wetter and wetter. Clenching around his fingers.
âShe's close.â He warns wooyoung whose fist is equally working as hard to bring his own climax. Woo nods, tongue sticking out to lick his dry lips. His eyes dont disconnect from the space yeosang keeps covering, giving him the perfect angle. "Come on jagiya, Make a mess on my fingers, be a good girlâ yeosang edges you on, kissing against your sweaty shoulder. You whimper, finally forming a sentence.
âYou're going to âcum- with me right?- Please come with me- please please alphas,â you choke on a whimper. There's a string again, pulling thin. Wooyoungs hand splays across your thighs to keep you parted and open for yeosang. Your own hand working against his throbbing cock.
âfuckâ wooyoung whimpers as he cock throbs one last time and he's spilling his load over your pussy and yeosangs fingers. Gasps and sobs slipping past his lip as he flicks his wrists a couple of more times around his sensitive tip to squirt out the last bit onto you, ropes of cum landing on your stomach and everywhere else down. Thighs, cunt, ass, you name it.
Wooyoung has built himself so much he's cumming and bucking still when you start cumming too, a strangled whine crawling out of your throat when yeosang keeps pumping his fingers, your head thrashes against him, mouth lulling open.
You try to shut your thighs, but wooyoung and yeosangs grip keeps you spread wide open for them as your orgasm hits you hard, coating yeosangs fingers with clear slick. That leaves you gasping for air and squeezing yeosangs cock too tightly, he ruts his hips into your palm a couple of times when you stop, creaming against your fingers as you hook them around his cockhead.
Choked sighs and gasps fall off his tongue, his hips bucking a few more times. He's lapping at your neck with kisses and tiny nips as you all come down from your highs âstill okay?â He asks, a perfect kissed place to your jaw. You nod, dazed. Wooyoung is slinking forward, his head falling in the free part of your neck that isn't being used by yeosang.
Heavy pants coming from both of you, all the while yeosang covers his as he works hickeys into your untainted skin under your jaw. Wooyoung nips the otherside, sloppy kisses along your collarbone. âsuch a pretty omega, so good for her alphasâ wooyoung sweetly says, pecking up to catch your lips in a lazy dance against his own.
He's swallowing your needy moans with his own overwhelming breaths, his hands gripping your thighs. He's pulling away from your mouth to look down at the mess yeosang keeps plugged up. His fingers are still buried to the hilt inside you.
âTell me if it's too much,â Wooyoung says as he pulls his member's fingers. Yeosang huffs at the slow descent out, letting his member drag him until only the tip of his finger prods. You whimper at the sensation. Wooyoung's hand reaches back behind you and you realize when yeosang groans that he's tugging the member's cock to get the cum off his tip. Gathering the mess on his stomach and clothes.
Wooyoung scoops it up with his own cum on your stomach. Pulling out yeosangs hand so his fingers squelch. Wooyoungs fingers slide in easily, pumping you with the cum from both of them.
He's already circling your clit with his thumb, shoving his fingers as far as he can reach into you. You gasp and shrug away into yeosang who holds you there for wooyoung.
âNeed to fill this pussy up so badâ wooyoung hums, leaning forward to plant a kiss to your lips. âYou'll let me yeah? Please say you'll let me omega, wanna feel you so badâ he whimpers, digging his palm into your clit instead, a slap of his fingers makes you shudder.
âAlpha please yes- ack!â You cry out when he's ripping his fingers out, replacing it with his already hard cock, the tip is bulbous and pretty, already soaked with precum as he strokes the base a few times. He positions it in front of your hole, sending a sweet kiss down on your lips. He eats you as he pushes his hips in. Stuttering at the squeeze. A moan falling into your mouth at the tight fit.
Wooyoung is on cloud nine. You're perfect. This is everything he's been hoping for, he might actually cum on the spot and when you take his knot he's gonna bite you so fucking hard that you'll ask for him whenever you think about it. Fuck. The thought already has him throbbing against your walls.
âFuck, fuck. So fucking tightâ he moans, gripping your waist, the dig of his fingers so hard against your waist. âYeoâ wooyoung tugs on your bra. âTake this offâ he huffs. He knows it must be uncomfortable to have on so yeosang does anyway without correcting the member about manners. Easily guiding the straps off and unbuckling the back. It's gone as soon as it's mentioned. And when it is wooyoung is staring, mouth lulled open as he pumps his hips in a slow start, fuck he might actually drool. Your tits are perfect too. You're a goddess in his eyes. Wooyoung's hot tongue pressing over your hardening nipple. You yelp when he tugs with his teeth as he thrusts in.
Wooyoung's pace is sloppy, his hips slapping against yours and pushing you further into yeosang. Moans that reverb against your chest has you squeezing him so tightly he's starting to see stars. He's heavy as he leans over you, knowing you can take the full weight of him. Yeosangs hand slips down over your stomach grazing his finger against your clit.
You buck, shaking your head. âToo much! Please!â You cry and beg, yeosang shushes you softly. He knows you can take it. Wooyoung unlatches himself to take your other nipple on his tongue, he's drooling on you, bucking whenever he hears you babble. âWoo!â you cry when his tip hits that gummy spot in you. And with yeosangs added fingers playing with your clit. You find yourself crying and whimpering as you come to that ledge.
âLet me cum inside pleaseâ he asks so sweetly, choking on a gasp. âFuck m gonna give you my knot and we'll be togetherâ he hiccups as another overstimulated throb pulses through him. His thighs slapping against yours as you bend over his lap. His hand placed right next to yeosang on the floor whilst his other angles your thigh up to meet him.
It's heaven, truly, you in your nest. Letting wooyoung have his way with you, letting yeosang bring you close again with his fingers. Tears streaming down your face. He's not even thrusting hard, just enough that there's an audible squelch and slap. It's ridiculous how hot wooyoungs find this. His face scrunches up when his knot grows, he can't slow his pace or stop it from growing cause it's so good and so hard to control. He just can't.
âyou gonna let me knot you? Fill this pretty pussy full of my- my cum?â He says between moans, choked sounds and gasps falling off his filthy tongue, his eyes shift from your pussy and then too your fucked out face. Your eyes are just about clenched close. When wooyoung's hips snap one more time, he gets as deep as he can.
âm cumming- come with me omega please- fuckâ He hiccups âI- love you, love you so so much oh-â He sobs, knot popping and tying you both down. Yeosangs fingers work against your bundle faster, You bite your tongue as you moan, shaking as your orgasms come to front. There's the heat of something passing between you, thighs clenching around wooyoung's waist. Something wet, warm, and hot splashing from you and soaking the both of you entirely. It's entirely draining. Stealing all the energy you had left.
You're hardly breathing when you finish and wooyoung's member pulses in you, white flashes across your vision. Your throat burns as you suck breaths into your lungs. His face holds shock when he stares down at your interlaced section. You tremble against yeosang who's breathing heavily and hard into your ear. Fingers grazing away from your oversensitive bud.
âthat was so hotâ he mumbles, hands raised up and off of you. He scans his clothing, he's soaked. You're both soaked, the floor under you is soaked. Yeosang presses sweet kisses along your face as you pant, nuzzling into him. âDo it again, pleaseâ wooyoung begs. Yeosang slaps his hand away before it can reach your clit.
âShe's sensitiveâ he strictly says with a draw of his lips. âYou made her squirt. She needs a breakâ Yeo huffs. âWe made her squirtâ wooyoung corrects, his fuzzy eyebrows pulling down when he stares over your cunt. Flutter of drops cascading down your lips and cheeks. Messy all over, and yet he's still inside you. With his knot deflating. He really shouldn't pop a boner, but you're already there and he's already hard again. His pride is thoroughly stroked.
He pistons in slowly, tugging his knot with him when he pulls only halfway out. You squeeze your thighs, whimpering. Yeosang sends wooyoung a look. The other member smirks to himself. He can't help it. Really. âThink you could take one more?â Wooyoung hums, cut off halfway with a moan when your walls squeeze.
His eyes scan your own, you turn into yeosangs shoulder, pouting. âYou had-ah -your turnâ you mumble, jutting away from his palm against your stomach. Wooyoung stops his slow thrusts, a cocky laugh falling out of his mouth.
âIs it Sangie's turn now then?â He asks, leaning down to kiss along your sweaty neck. Locking eyes with his friend. Yeosang sucks a breath in as he goes to tilt your head, catching your eyes in his own dark ones. âThink you could take it, jagi?â He presses a soft kiss to the hand he collects, his eyes softening. âWe don't have to-â
âNo!â You wiggle, pouting. âNeed both. please?â You beg so politely. Who is yeosang to deny you? âmoveâ Yeosang sighs when he catches the smirk on his friend's face. Yeosang turns to lay you against the pillow, slipping himself from under you, careful with the section you and wooyoung share. Wooyoung shakes his head. âCan't, still deflatingâ his joke makes yeosang shake his head with a breathy huff. âYou're annoyingâ
Your back hits the soft ground. From the angle of your hips bent over wooyoung's thighs there's a definite curve to your back. A noticeable bulge poking from your stomach. Your finger trails down over it, the tips pressing around the length of it. Wooyoung shudders, confidence falling. âDont- dont- I'll get hard againâ he pleads. When you smile, cheekily, he snickers. Woo leans down to kiss your mouth into his, sucking on your bottom lip softly. Your eyes are dazed, blinking back up to watch the alpha. You're so fucking pretty, covered in his cum and with his knot buried to the hilt in you.
âGod, I love youâ he hums when he pulls away. Who gives a damn if he's saying it too early. He loves you. He's loved you for so damn long. He's loved you for years. This is his cloud nine. âLove youâ you whisper back, dazed eyes looking up at him. He whimpers into his hum, eyes locking down as the rest of his knot deflates. He's pulling out slowly. Agonizingly slow, just to gawk at the way his cum starts pooling out.
Yeosang's hand comes to cover your hole, scooping the glob of woos cum and plugging his fingers in, you twitch. âKeep it inâ he demands softly, glancing up at wooyoung who's tucking his dick back into his sweats. âpick her upâ He commands. It's not like yeosang has to ask twice, it wasn't a command, command. Just something he tells him in mutual understanding.
Wooyoung pulls you to sit up, helping you lean on your knees, you fall into his shoulder. Digging your chin there in his sweat and slick covered hoodie. He peppers kisses to you easier now, body trapping you against him. âCome on gorgeous, open your legsâ He encourages, yeosangs fingers keep a tight hold the entire time, like he's your personal plug.
You bite against wooyoung's hoodie covered shoulder. âCome on omega, presentâ yeosang commands with a coo of his tongue. And something in you clicks. Spreading your knees and arching your back towards him. Head falling over wooyoung's shoulder to show off your neck. Yeosang lets out a satisfied hum. Free hand pulling at his pants again to whip himself out. He doesn't touch you for a solid two seconds. You're already wiggling your hips. Anticipating what's to come.
Yeosangs hand comes down against the bottom of your spine, stopping you. âDon't move so muchâ he warns, the tip of him prodding against where he keeps his fingers. He takes them out quickly and replaces where they were with the tip of his cock, covering the tight ring of your entrance so as to make sure nothing leaks.
You whimper, watching him work behind you best you can, wooyoungs hand strokes over your sides every so often. Watching yeosang work himself in as well. You clench when he digs in, dipping his thumb under to softly circle your clit. âRelaxâ he reminds you.
You sigh, wiggling back against him again. Wooyoung slaps your hip, clicking his tongue. âDon't. Move.â wooyoung hums into his words. Yeosangs hand softly rubs over the reddening spot. You whimper when he lays a kiss at the base of your spine. âlisten to woo darlingâ His voice pitches. As if saying âtold you not tooâ.
He edges himself in with more rocks of his hips, breathy groans and praise falling off his tongue when he draws tight circles around your sensitive clit. You try so hard not to move, not to make a sound when he sheaths fully inside you. His cock has an upturn angle to it, already scraping against you in the best way. You moan into wooyoung's shoulder, the man just stares down at where yeosang has you. Ass parted for him as he pressed in from the back.
Yeosang's cock pulses. Throbbing against your cunt, the way you suck him in so good has him airily groaning. By the time he's fully settled into you, he's pulling all the way back until only his tip stays in, gauging your reactions, then he's ramming into you. Setting a brutal pace you whimper at. A heavy, thumping pace compared to wooyoung's sloppy thrusts. He keeps pushing you into other male, brutal. You're completely stripped down and complying to the alphas' whims while they still have their shirts, pants and hoodies on.
You whine and moan against wooyoung's shoulder, holding him tightly in your grasp. His mouth is open, piercing eyes watching yeosang disappear into you. The soft prod against you is no doubt wooyoung's cock erect again. Getting off on his other member fucking you. Yeosangs fingers dig so good into your waist, pulling you back to meet every single snap of his hips. Groans and low pitched moans ringing in your ear when his head falls on your shoulder blade.
Wooyoungs hand cups your breast first, breaking you out of the trance that yeosang is sending you too. Moans getting cut off by his hips snapping every second into yours, he's so deep and being so rough, it's hard enough to make you feel like you need to sob. Wooyoung twists your nipple and you yelp, trying to tug away from him. He's so mean, he laughs. âPoor âmega, needs two cocks to get offâ wooyoung says with a fake tone. âisn't that right yeo? She's such a slutâ he looks up to the other member. A sight built to be put in a museum. His muscular arms poke out from under his shirt, holding you tightly, his pants are pulled just over the curve of his ass, enough to have his dick out. He's got an eye on the way he slips in and out.
âright- Mmâ he groans, snapping up again, you whimper falls into a moan. Wooyoung's hand splays down and moves closer to your clit, pinching it between his fingers. You choke and pull away, shaking your head. He laughs, loud and mean. Cooing at the tears falling from your eyes. âDo you even deserve to have yeo's knot?â wooyoung asks between heavy pants, hand shoved down his pants when he finally decides it's time to pay attention to the throb. Words falling short from your tongue. Wooyoung's free fingers dig into your clit, ruthless and brutal as he tries to push you to the edge. With the added pressure of yeosang pounding into you, you think you're going to break.
âPlease please! I'm good I promiseâ i- ah a-ill be good!â You hiccup, âplease cum, in me- cum in meâ you whimper as you're forced over the edge again today, hot spurts of wet sticky fluid splashing across the floor, yeosang, wooyoung and you, as you squirt for the second time. Yeosang is grunting through closed lips, eyebrows pull taunt. Wooyoung is managing, stroking himself so hard you can hear the stickiness of his dick. Whines and moans falling off his tongue as he brings himself over way too fast to not overstimulate himself. Watching as tears stain your cheeks.
Yeosang is spilling next, clenching your hips and rutting up into you, his teeth mark down hard against your shoulder blade, too overtaken by his orgasm to care where he plants his teeth, you cry out when wooyoung follows him next. Even harsher when he bites against the free and prominent spot on your shoulder, next time he'll have your primary glands, and he'll be the perfect alpha. He cums with a strangled moan against your stomach and his, trembling as he leans against you. Yeosangs soft breaths pant hard against your sweaty back. âso proud of youâ yeosang says, gulping into his breaths. Knot pulsing.
âYou took it all so wellâ yeosang kisses against your spine. âOur pretty omegaâ he adds on sucking against the bite he created. You whimper, sliding down onto your shaky shins. âWhoa, hey, stay with usâ wooyoung coos softly, caressing against your back.
Your eyes are sleepy, slinking close. âI didn't mark youâ your lip trembles, emotions high. Wooyoungs eyes shoot open. âYou can still mark us pretty star, come onâ he beckons you on, pulling part of his hoodie to the side so you have a view of his neck. âGo on gorgeous, mark your alphasâ he encourages.
You're kissing the spot before your teeth sink in, a pained groan coming from wooyoung's throat as it bobbles when he swallows. When you pull back, you're satisfied, licking the spot with kitten licks and holding his jaw in your hands so you can kiss him. He leans down to kiss you, helping you out the best he can since you both are jelly.
You turn back to yeosang to pull him into a kiss, his hands pressing into your hips as he eagerly waits for the moment quietly. Soft, dainty pecks lay across your cheek and the corner of your lip, yeosang tilts his head down so you can reach a part of him to mark, it's a little awkward but you get the top swell of his shoulder between your teeth where his shirt had fallen. Deep enough to leave a mark. You're satisfied when you pull away and hum. Finally letting all of your muscles relax. Yeosang catches you in his strong grasp against him, wooyoung holds your shoulders.
âLove youâ you mumble to yeosang this time. Yeosang kisses the crown of your head. Nuzzling into you gently. Although he isn't one to say he loves easily. It isn't hard to say it to you. âLove you too, Jagiâ he quietly adds, caging you against him. Your head leans to the side, and wooyoung catches your face in his palm before it's uncomfortable.
âI think we overdid it,â Wooyoung says, in a bit of a panic. Yeosang scans your completely lax face, he's got an edge to his voice when he talks. âShe can take it, she'll need a lot more than thisâ yeosang gestures to the two of them with his eyes. Your eyes are completely shut, sleeping against yeosang as his knot slowly retracts.
âWhat do you mean?â Woos eyebrows furrow. âNothing. Nevermind.â yeosang nods into his words. Wooyoungs got some clue of what his member was trying to say, but it still left him wondering.
There's no awkward tension, no weird feelings. Just the three of you, who love each other. At some point yeosang would have been disgusted in the face of anyone saying he'd do things to you with his best friend. There really is no weird will or intentions now though, he's seen wooyoung naked before and he has seen him, they're comfortable. You on the other hand, he's never laid a lustful eye on you except for that one time. Maybe he had that wet dream about you, but it really wasn't on purpose.
The moment feels feverish. He rubs your side gently, still unsure of how to move when his knot is tucked into you. Wooyoung laughs lightly, enjoying the way his friend struggles. âJust wait, I'll get us something to clean up withâ yeosang hums to confirm he heard him.
âDon't forget a pair of clothesâ he calls after wooyoung. Wooyoung throws his hand back, he hears him.
And even as he looks over your sleeping face gently, and your comfortably naked body, he can't help but think this is something he wants to see every day. When he thinks wooyoung would be there too, or any other member for that matter. He doesn't feel uneasy, it feels right. Like it was always meant to happen.
There's been that distant memory of you in the back of his head. When he first met you, Wooyoung introduced him to you. Your face was shiny from the rain as you stepped into the practice room door. Peeling your jacket off. You smiled so brightly at him, giving him attention when wooyoung said his name. Your eyes always peeled back that layer yeosang would quietly hide behind.
You had turned to him as you finished up, handing him a snack. It was so simple. So random too. You spoke in your native tongue when you tried to word out what you were saying next. Face contorting as you searched for the right word in Korean. Lips pulling together unsure. You were trying so hard, and he was being so patient. Hand fiddling over the snack.
âMateâ you had simply said in his language, confusing him, the word was weird coming out of your mouth, confusing it for something else. You obviously don't know what that word means in his language. It means life partner, and he truly wonders if that is what you meant to say. He could tell you felt embarrassed the second after, biting your lip and looking away. You bid your goodbye to wooyoung quickly, waving at yeosang over your shoulder, still smiling.
Wooyoung is back quickly and when he is he's leaning you back on him and passing the towel to yeosang. His knot has retracted, once he slips out he's gathering the gloop of cum that's spilling. Wiping as gently as he can although you're sighing as you sleep, still sensitive. He's comforting you with a caress of his lips on your shoulder, even if you're asleep it seems to ease you back into wooyoung's arms. He holds you delicately and easily, head nuzzling on top of yours.
As he finishes and tucks himself back in, he's gathering the pair of clothes Wooyoung brought. A mix of their clothing, fresh and full of their scents. Just a pair of comfy short shorts, which happens to be yours. Wooyoung's shirt, Yeosangâs hoodie and lastly a pair of socks and underwear, yours too. Yeosang's slipping the shorts and underwear on you the best he can. Taking over so wooyoung can slip the shirt and hoodie over you.
You're stirring, head falling over the pillow when yeosang props you on it, holding your calves as he slips your socks on. âHeyâ wooyoung is the first to notice, tilting his head down to catch your blurry eyes in his own dark orbs, his hands landing on your hips, kneading you over the fabric. You greet him back with a nod, reaching for his hand. He lets you, interlocking his fingers in yours.
âTalk to me boo bear, tell me how you're doingâ wooyoung nudges his nose into your cheek, smiling softly at his own nickname for you. You grin softly. Reaching out to hold his waist. âMiss you bothâ you sigh with a pout, still sleepy as you try to reach your other hand out for yeosang when he massages your shin. He grabs your hand as soon as he sees it, crawling up and kissing your knuckles when he does so. âWe're right here sweetheartâ he mumbles into the curve of your neck as he slots himself down next to you.
âWe didn't go anywhere gorgeousâ woo finishes for him, leaning on his arm as he takes your otherside. Although you know they're there. There's still an urge in you to have them closer. âNeed you closerâ you add, âplease?â wooyoung shushes you through his smile. Using the same hand he holds you with to smooth back your hair from your forehead. âYou don't have to say please. God. You're such a good girl, our good baby, perfect omega." Wooyoung's compliments and praises come easily. Just as Yeosang works his lips on your shoulder, his lean arms wrapping around you comfortably.
âour perfect girlâ Yeo hums softly. Head pressing over yours when he slots it above you, laying a kiss on the top of it. The scent of the two of them combining makes your head fuzzy in the best way, yeosang takes your other hand, folding it in his own and kissing your wrist before he tugs it down around your waist to hold you as close as possible. Wooyoung scoots in, peppering your face with his kisses softly, giddiness building on each one.
âLove you perfect girlâ you hum into your smile, sobering up from the cramp and wave of heat that has passed. âYou don't mean thatâ you mumble behind sleepy lids. Wooyoung squints his eyes. âI do, yeo told you there's no getting rid of usâ he scoffs, shoving his face into your neck. Sucking harshly. You grumble, sensitive. âSay it back.â he says between a particular hard suck, littering your neck and scent gland with hickeys. It's not like he can mark you with his teeth there, but this gives him the way of feeling possessive over you enough. âYou -â
Yeosang grabs your chin. Turning your head towards him. âWe all love you. Make sure you know that.â he trails off as he talks, rubbing his fingers under your chin. âPromise you'll remember that.â
You know what he's hinting at, even as wooyoung distracts you with his plump lips sucking your skin and nipping. You know what he really wants. He wants you to remember this, how doting they are, how they can take care of you, cause truly they can, they can provide and be perfect. They can stick with you 24/7. Cause it's not like you're away from them for long if you all end up on break. Your eyes feel droopy, heavy with emotions as yeosangs flicker back and forth.
âI love you tooâ you say through a shaky breath, staring him directly in the eyes. You squeeze both of their hands. Yeosang leans down to capture your lips softly, a gentle dance that tells you he means it.
Wooyoung is satisfied enough to leave your neck alone, pecking your lips as soon as yeosang pulls away. Woo slots his head where his mouth was. Breathing your pouring scent in gently with wide takes.
âAre they done?â Seonghwa clears his throat as he asks from over his shoulder, mingi stands flush, one ear bud slipped out of his ear as he's propped against the opposite counter, an attempt to distract himself with his phone. âThey were done a while ago..â jongho trails off for mingi, sat on the stool next to hongjoong, the said alpha with a pair of headphones on after he realized what was happening.
San is missing, no doubt working one out in the bathroom. Jongho is equally flushed, its not like you lot were particularly quiet. Especially not wooyoung. Seonghwa scoots a glass of ice water across the counter, catching everyone's attention.
âBring that to her pleaseâ seonghwa gestures, yunho scoops it up before anyone else can.
âI got itâ he says as he leaves.
Yunho is presenting the water to the three of you, foot tapping against wooyoungs clad sock. âYou smell like cum, did you change?â yunhos nose scrunches. Above it all is your scent. âNopeâ wooyoung pops the âpâ. Not even bothering to pull away enough to see yunho eye to eye.
Yeosang pushes his friends shoulder, sitting up from your sleepy arms. He places a kiss to your cheek as he gets up, and a few more on your knuckles when he takes his hand from yours. âWe'll go change nowâ he looks to wooyoung pointedly. The other member groans. âFine. Fine. Jeez.â He mumbles, kissing your nose as he goes, then your interlocked hands as he pulls away.
You turn to look at yunho, arms opening for the taller guy. He smiles gently, slotting to his knees to sit next to you in your arms. âDrink babyâ he tells you as he hands you the glass cup. You chug it down greedily, just so you can lay in his arms after. His hand encases your back, palming up and down softly. Your head hits his peck when you hand the cup back to him.
âThank you,â you tell him. âDon't thank meâ he tells you once again. âa kiss for your feelings?â He smiles into his words. You laugh. âI'm good, tired. But I'm feeling good.â you nuzzle into his shirt. He hums when you talk, listening. âDo you need anything? Food? More water-â you stop him with a gentle tug of his head into your shoulder. âhugs. comfort. Don't go too far.â even if you're foggy from the amount of times you came. You're still needy for affection. Yunho indulges you, caging you against the floor with his bigger body.
âanything for youâ he whispers into your shoulder. Eventually time passes like that, curled up under Yunho's lanky arms. You take a minute to invite Yeosang back in when he comes back over. Sitting next to your head and threading his fingers into your hair. He's slipping down so heâs holding you but from a distance so he's not taking Yunho's space. Comfortably slotting behind you once again.
It's not long, perhaps half an hour later you wake up in yeosangs arms, yunho had left. Possibly to return your empty glass. Yeosang has you placed against his side, head on his chest. He's napping comfortably, soft breaths rising from his chest and parting from his lips. Your arm wraps around his waist. For a second you retract your arm, laying a quick peck to his cheek as you stand up on wobbly legs.
The hallway is quiet, comfortably so. Your arm reaches around in the kitchen, holding yourself against the cool wall as you peek your head in. The first to see you is Hongjoong, opposite of you. He sits against the counter, working away at his laptop.
âmy pretty girlâ he stands up, face brightening. He wraps you in his arms. He smiles brightly as he takes you. Kisses upon kisses laid on your face. You smile, arms wrapping around his neck. âmy joongie babeâ you hum, glancing around the kitchen. There's Yunho and Jongho, doing dishes. Seonghwa sat next to Hongjoong, gathering papers and notes that Hongjoong left strewn about.
âseonghwaâ You pout, Hongjoong sways you in his arms, turning his head over his shoulder to the member. Seonghwa hums as he picks his head up, coming over at your call. He grabs the hand you place out for him, wrapping himself around your back.
You grab his cheek with the same hand, rubbing your thumb against him softly. âthat's better,â you sigh. Drowning in some more of your boys. Joong giggles quietly, glancing to hwa. âMissed us?â joong asks. Hwa snickers softly, head slotting over your own. âMm yeahâ âhow're you feeling now?â hwa speaks up, swaying you back and forth with hongjoong. You lean your head between their chests.
âLess groggy,â they each hum. âThink you could hold a conversation?â Your eye peeks up to look between the two. âDepends on the conversationâ you smile warily. Seonghwa smooths his palm over your shoulder, turning you gently in Hongjoongs arms to face him.
Hwa looks to hongjoong one more time, sighing softly. âThere was a problem with your heat sanctuary booking. It got mixed up.â He pauses to breathe, scanning your face for a reaction. âI have another place on standby, but.. we wanted to ask if you wanted to wait your heat out at home? With us, hereâ he fiddles with his hands, leaning on his feet.
Even if it was hongjoongs idea, seonghwa is asking you. Genuinely wanting you to answer, nervously biting his lip as he looks back over your shoulder at hongjoong, the captain smiles gently. Encouraging, seonghwa takes a breath.
You're sober enough to realize what seonghwa is asking. He wouldn't be if he knew you weren't capable of saying what you truly think without interference. You swallow. Hwa continues. âYou don't have to answer now, we can talk after you eat dinner-â
âNo, no. I want to be here.â You confirm, glances between the two. âI want to be home, I don't see myself anywhere else during this.â you confirm with a strong nod.
Seonghwa seems to heave out a breath of air, hongjoong swings you around to lean his body on yours in a tight, fluffy hug, a giggle falling from both of your lips.
Dinner was perfect. But there's always something going on. At some point cola got spelt. No one knows whose cup it was. Or, no one will own up to it. So, one of your favorite blankets was soaked. As soon as you started getting upset about it, San offered to replace it for now with himself. He's gonna be your blanket for the night.
You huffed out a laugh as he pulled you into his lap, interlocking himself around you. You finished your food like that, eating in sans lap whilst he ate with you. Every so often he'd press a kiss to your head. And finally when everyone got done eating. You all had to get ready for bed. You didn't want to get up. Didn't want to leave your sacred circle.
âNoooâ you whined as jongho attempted to raise your hips to pull you up, you slumped, lying face down. He huffs, calling your name with a click of his tongue. âYou have to get upâ he tries again gently, he can easily, but he won't drag you from the comfort that's your circle. You shove your arms under the pillow joong brought out for you. Digging your face into it. Jonghos legs are placed either side of your thighs, he's standing, as he attempts to get you up. Your hips are wiggling away from his hands whenever he tries. And at some point you laugh, because you're a bit ticklish now. You throw your head over your shoulder at him, lifting your legs up between his thighs. There's a graze and he pulls away with a huff, hands on his hips.
You're a little shit. You know that. He knows that. But you can't help but tease your younger member. Smiling like the devil behind a pair of pretty lips. âYou're ridiculousâ he groans. âYou love itâ you say, satisfied with your tone. âDidn't say i didn'tâ he reaches your arms, and tosses you over. It's quick and for a second you forgot jongho can deadlift you. He pulls your arms up over his shoulder as he bends down close to you. Carrying you easily now over his shoulder. You're faced with jonghos lower back, more specifically his sculpted butt In a pair of tight sweats. Jonghos view is the same, your shorts fit really well on you. Like, really well. His hand holds your uncovered thigh tightly so you don't slip.
âYou can't escape now,â he says, sing-song like. You laugh as he spins you back and forth. âYou can't hold me foreverâ you huff, poking his side from the angle you're at. âhey!â He twitches. âWanna bet?â He takes an experimental step out of the nest. Gauging your audible reaction. You sigh, and pat him to say go ahead. Smoothing your hand over his wide back. The loose shirt he has on does nothing for his muscular figure. He's so pretty, he just doesn't show skin, and that's okay.
The trudge to the bathroom is funny enough when somewhere on the walk, a palm scans your upper thighs. You jump and audibly call out to whoever did it. You know it's wooyoung when he's laughing. Jongho whines at how provocative it is, pulling you away from the other member. The last ones to brush their teeth are jongho and you. Jongho is hanging back so he can have that time with you. When he sets you down, he's already got your puffy headband in hand. Smoothing it over your hair and smiling proudly.
Skincare is everything before bed. You feel refreshed as soon as you're done. Applying toothpaste to your brush. Jonghos behind you, glaring at his teeth in the mirror and occasionally rearranging the things on the counter as he focuses on brushing. You're too busy staring, his dewy face catching your attention. Shiny from the water.
His hand leans nearby, coming to snake under yours at the counter as he leans over your shoulder behind you. His chin falling on your head. His eyebrows furrow. âDid you grow shorter?â he mumbles through a mouthful of toothpaste. Did you? You scan yourself in the mirror, glancing down at your sock clad feet. âMaybe?â You huff. You haven't been wearing platform shoes recently. It's rare you don't. You always have to wear some type of heel to match the height of the guys for events or filming.
Jongho hums over your head. Leaning over to spit the toothpaste in the sink. You do the same. Rinsing the rest with mouthwash. Your scent is all you at the moment, calm and collected. Pure and simple. Jongho has a question on his mind. And it's possibly the best moment to ask just as you wash your toothbrush off.
âWhen your heat is over, do you want to get something to eat with me?â He nervously asks, a pitch to his voice. He rinses his toothbrush off. Avoiding your pretty eyes. The pricking of sweat doting his forehead. Or is that water? âYea, that sounds nice,â you smile, he lets out the breath he was holding. âWhere do you want to go?â You finish, turning around to face him. He places his toothbrush in its spot on the side. Hands coming around to lean on the counter on either side of you.
âWherever you want to goâ he nods, a smile coming across his features. You copy it. âI asked firstâ your hands wrap around his shoulders, palming his cheeks. The contact makes his heart skip. He thinks about it for a minute, eyes flashing over your features. âcan you guess where I'll take you?â
You laugh. Light and airy. Jonghos smile widens at the sound, it's memorable. Something he wants to hear all the time. âI know what you're doingâ you shake your head. Eyes scrunching. His hands come around your waist, smoothing against your back. He gives in, lips pursing. âOkay okay, uhm. There's this new exhibit, I know you like thoseâ he mumbles at the end, as if attempting to reassure himself. âIt has dining and artâ he goes on, rocking on his feet.
âMhm?â You encourage him. âit has a visual thing, I forgot what they're calledâ you smile so brightly, jongho sucks a breath in. âThat sounds really nice. I look forward to it.â you stare at him for a second, jongho does the same. You're so pretty in his eyes. Soft and comfortable in his arms. You have the younger alpha wrapped around your fingers. He never thought he'd see the day you reciprocate his feelings. He's been head over heels for you since he knew you.
His eyes glide down to your lips. Red from how aggressive you brush your teeth with the minty toothpaste. He's leaning in before he can think about it, taking your breath away with his own. And for a second, he thinks you're heaven on earth. Clinging to his neck and pushing up on your feet into him. His arms are strong and heavy against your waist. A soft build up of sticky lips and mint interlacing between the two of you. A rise of heat floating to jonghos cheek. He's actually kissing you. He's so lucky. Omega sex aside, jongho just wants you, soul, body, spirit. And he can have it. Just have you if you'll let him.
He's leaning down now, more eager to just have you. To breathe you in and cherish your lips whilst he has them in his. A shuddered sigh being pulled from his lungs when you bite down on his lower lip. Your tongue prods his bottom lip. Asking for entrance. You don't have to ask twice. Jongho indulges the taste of you, caressing your tongue and swallowing your needy gasps with his own quiet moans. His hand finds its way up, and around. One digging onto your hip and the other holding the back of your neck to draw you closer.
Your hip brushes against the sink as he leans you back, pulling away with a groan. You chase after him with your own swollen lips, and he keeps pulling back. Youâre pleading for more as you grip his shirt tightly in yours. âjonghoâ you whine, lip pouting out. Jongho smiles, a slight chuckle arising and brushing across your sulky face.
He's got composure, yes, but you're so pretty and he wants you. Both of you tensely staring in the bathroom where he just asked you on a date. He's skipping steps, it's not very gentlemanly, but... He can't help it. You're everything. Your scent is suffocating in the best way. He knows you are in other ways too. You're wiggling and pouting. Purposefully trying to get him to give in. And maybe he worked you up a little too much, cause your scent is the only thing he can smell. And your pupils dilating are the only thing he can see.
âJongie, in the nest. please?â You beg, looking for his hands with your free one. Whilst your other crawls along his shoulder blade. âin the nest? Jagi..â he coos, a false comfort to you, as he slips, interlocking your hand in his. The one that so desperately seeks him. He pulls you into him, guiding your arm over his shoulder. âYou want to be where everyone can see us?â He bends his head down to lock eyes with you, there's a glint in them. âdon't you?â Your face is downturned, eyes looking up through pretty eyelashes that part. He watches you bite your bottom lip. He hums for an answer. Urging you on.
âHow about we do it in here, huh?â He goes on, slipping his knee in-between your legs as he pushes you against the counter. âhide away, keep you to myselfâ he mumbles. Hands gently caressing over your waist, fingers fiddling with the drawstrings of your shorts. You look down at his hands, and God is it a sight. You can see the intricate details of jonghos hands, but the most prominent thing that catches your attention is the way his member imprints in his sweats. Already waiting for attention.
You swallow thickly. âWhat do you say, omega? Wanna sneak off?â
Roof roof grr roof roof BARK BARK. Sorry. Half proofread. Comments keep me MOTIVATED. Let me hear yall be unhinged lmao. Thank you all again! Shoutout to my pookie @hhoneylix ily thank u for listening to me ramble abt these two teehee.
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lay yourself bare for me (for us) (kys x jwy x cs, 18+)
description:Â If Wooyoung was going to walk around on stage with his cleavage on display like that, he really should have expected his boyfriends to react in the way they did. Every night was an exhilarating and new experience when the bed was occupied by three versatile men, and Yeosang knew his plans for San and Wooyoung were going to rock all three of their worlds tonight. Especially since it had been spurred on by the way San had been ogling Wooyoungâs tits as of late.
pairing: yeosang x wooyoung x san
wc:Â 7.9k
cw:Â threesome (obviously), dom!yeosang, sub!wooyoung, switch leaning sub!san, canon compliant/based on real events (i.e. break the wall tour outfits), blowjobs, dirty talk, name calling with a side of degredation, also praising, frotting, cumplay/cum as lube, use of feminine terms to refer to wooyoungâs anatomy (âtitsâ several times, âpussyâ once), titty fucking, anal fingering, crying during sex, overstimulation, anal sex
authorâs note: BEHOLD!!!! this idea has been floating around in my head ever since we first saw wooyoungâs second-day tour outfits⊠i just really wanted to fuck his tits, okay? and, well, since i canât, yeosang and san have to otherwise what is the point of it all. anyway i really hope you enjoy this! it got waaaay out of hand but iâm super excited to be sharing it anyway <33 special thanks to the other half of my braincell, jenna, for proofreading and being my cheerleader throughout this whole thing.
Wooyoungâs second-day tour outfit was starting to get to Yeosang.
And Yeosang knew it was starting to get to San, too, if the way their other boyfriendâs eyes were always trailing after Wooyoung was anything to go by, raking over his exposed chest and collarbones like he was afraid they might be hidden away at any moment.
It wasnât new, by any means, to see Wooyoung showing skin on stage. Yeosang had been teasing him about it for years; even Atiny knew that. Heâd worn far less and shown off far more of his body in the past - Yeosangâs mind flashed back to that one recent time Wooyoungâs stylist gave him a jacket with a piece of fabric pinned to the front in place of an actual shirt, and the memory of how heâd heard San ravishing him that night through the bedroom walls brought a flush to his face now. But there was just something about the teasing little slit across the top of this particular tour outfit, the way his toned chest and collarbones - but not much more - were out there for the whole world to see, that caused something hot and carnal to flare up within Yeosang every time they performed with those outfits.
Another reason he knew San wasnât faring any better was the fact that there had already been three occasions - to his knowledge, at least - wherein his two boyfriends had scurried off backstage into a private room, San dragging Wooyoung behind him, mere moments after they were dismissed by their managers at the concertâs conclusion. He didnât mind, of course - it was part of their agreements as a throuple that they did not all have to be included in any romantic or sexual escapades that occurred, and Yeosang, having the lowest sexual drive of the three of them, was more than happy to let his boyfriends have their way with each other without him on occasion. Sometimes he even liked to just watch.
Tonight, however, he could feel something was going to be different.
It might have started when Wooyoung caught Yeosang staring at his chest through the slit in his shirt and then smirked at him. It could have been the eye contact Wooyoung immediately made with San after that, the pointed stare he gave him, and then looked back at Yeosang with the same sly expression on his face like he knew exactly what they were both thinking about at that moment. Yeosang couldnât be sure what was going through Sanâs mind when he looked at Wooyoung dressed like that, but he knew what he wanted, and he was finally intending to act on it that night after the show was over.
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As predicted, San barely waited for the post-concert discussions to run their course before he had his hand around Wooyoungâs wrist and was pulling him away from prying eyes to the quieter backstage areas to have his way with him again. This time, however, Yeosang followed them.
He heard before he saw Wooyoung being shoved face-first into the wall beside the dressing room door, watched San press himself along the line of Wooyoungâs back, hips flush to his ass. Yeosangâs cock twitched in his own pants, just the sight of his boyfriends together making him stir with interest without even needing to be involved. Sanâs teeth latched onto the back of Wooyoungâs neck, whose eyes fluttered shut as he rolled his hips back into Sanâs crotch. Heat coiled low in Yeosangâs gut and he stepped forward, making his presence known.
âStarting without me again, are we?â he said, walking right up to them and smirking as they leapt apart. San dropped his head with shame and Wooyoung turned around to press his back against the wall for support, both of them already panting lightly. Yeosang tutted at them. âWhat am I going to do with the two of you? Youâre insatiable.â
San, although both taller and broader than Yeosang, looked so small in that moment. His shoulders were hunched over and he looked up through his lashes at Yeosang. âI couldnât help myself, Sangie,â he admitted. âHe looked so good. And⊠And I know youâve been looking, too, donât try to deny it.â
San must have been feeling bold, or trying to tell Yeosang about what kind of headspace he was in today, implicitly. Given that Sanâs eyes were still on him, maintaining eye contact, Yeosang suspected it was the latter.
Wooyoung, on the other hand, was watching the two of them with his head up, chin tilted and eyebrow raised in some kind of challenge. âYou want in or something, Yeosang-ah? I donât know, I was sort of looking forward to San just railing me against the dressing room mirror again. He really hasnât been able to keep it in his pants lately. I donât even know whatâs got him so wound up.â He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âAnd what do you plan to do about it?â
Oh? So it was going to be that kind of night, was it? Yeosangâs heart fluttered at the thought of what was coming later. He looked between his boyfriends, settling into his role for tonight, and knew that they couldnât continue here.
âCome on,â he told them. âAre you just going to stand around chatting or are we going back to the hotel so I can fuck some sense into you?â
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It had been a while since the three of them had both time and energy to spend the night all together. Going from world tour straight into comeback schedules and then into another world tour left all of their members rather exhausted and running on fumes a lot of the time. They all opted for single rooms when on tour, giving them the option to spend peaceful time away from each other or sneak into each others' beds to cuddle or fuck if ever desired. Most of the time, the trio never even progressed to sex simply because they were too tired to do anything other than make out for a bit and then crash in each others' arms.
But this leg of the tour had just begun and they weren't scheduled for another show tomorrow night, making it the perfect time for Yeosang to take apart both of his boyfriends piece by piece until they were trembling under his touch, sobbing against his mouth, begging for release. His cock began to stir in his pants with Wooyoung and San making eyes at him and each other on either side of him in the car back to the hotel.
Their driver was none the wiser about the looks the three men in the back seat were giving each other or the borderline animalistic thoughts that were running through each of their heads. Yeosang's mind was thrown back to the last few times he'd been intimate with them, memories of sweet touches, soft cries of pleasure, sloppy kisses and I love yous whispered against lips coming to mind. Neither of them were prepared for what he was planning for their little trio tonight, perhaps not even himself.
âItâs been so long since youâve fucked me, Yeosang-ah,â Wooyoung purred into his ear. âSannie has amazing skills and can move his hips in such precise ways, but thereâs just something about your thick cock filling me up that Iâve really missed.â
Yeosang heard Sanâs breath hitch, his hand sliding along Yeosangâs thigh, and he closed his eyes before his carnal desire to take overpowered his common sense and started ripping their clothes off then and there. Wooyoung was obviously itching for someone to punish him for being such a fucking tease.
âYou know this is about you, right?â Yeosang hissed back. âYou and your slutty little tour outfits?â
Wooyoung gulped at the degrading word, eyes flitting between Yeosang and Sanâs intense gazes. His lips parted with understanding, twitching at the corner into a slight smirk. Yeosang decided in that moment that his mouth, along with multiple other things, was going to be stuffed full and fucked.
The tension was thick in the air as they pulled up at the hotel and scrambled out of the car. Their rooms were only a short elevator ride up, but none of them could wait; the build-up, time spent waiting, and tension simmering throughout the last few days had sent them over the edge and they needed their hands on each other as soon as possible, elevator cameras be damned.
Yeosangâs mouth found Wooyoungâs the moment the elevator door closed behind them, hands gripping his boyfriendâs hips and pressing him into the wall. He felt Sanâs body along the line of his back, warm lips on his neck as he shoved his tongue into Wooyoungâs mouth and swallowed his moans.
âFuck,â San groaned against Yeosangâs skin. âHe sounds so hot already, Sangie, I canât wait to watch you fuck him.â
Wooyoung whimpered into Yeosangâs mouth, hands clutching at the front of his hoodie. He tilted his head, nearly knocking his forehead against Sanâs. Yeosang broke the kiss and moved his head to the side as Wooyoung leaned in further to join Sanâs lips on Yeosangâs neck. Wooyoung bit down and sucked while San licked a stripe from Yeosangâs shirt collar to his ear, Yeosangâs loud groan reverberating around the small room. His hands wandered up Wooyoungâs sides, across his stomach and chest, landing on each of his pecs. He bucked his hips against Wooyoungâs and squeezed his hands, massaging Wooyoungâs chest like they were breasts. He heard San whine behind him, felt his boyfriends pressing closer into him until they began kissing right next to his face. Yeosang was hard in his pants now and he could feel both of their cocks pressed against him in front and behind and that they were just as aroused.
The elevator came to a stop, the short ding making them startle and jolt apart. San grabbed Yeosangâs hand and Yeosang grabbed Wooyoungâs as they dragged each other through the doors and down the hall to their rooms.
Wooyoungâs room was first, so he pushed past the other two to get his keycard to the door. Yeosang took those few short seconds of opportunity to get his mouth on Sanâs neck, heat shooting down his spine at the surprised whine his boyfriend let out as he bit down on his collarbone. Wooyoung cursed under his breath as he fumbled with the keycard, glancing back to see his boyfriends making out without him. He finally got the door open and grabbed both Yeosang and Sanâs wandering hands, yanking them towards him and the three of them finally stumbled through the door into privacy.
The moment it was shut behind them, Yeosang shoved San against the door and then pushed Wooyoung by the shoulders to the floor. His knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud as San knocked his head back on the door, watching curiously. Wooyoung didnât need to be told what to do once he was there, each hand reaching up to stroke his boyfriends through their pants while they fumbled with their pant buttons and zippers.
âCome on, come on,â Wooyoung whined petulantly. âHurry up and give it to me.â
He was panting, eyes darting between them until San could shove his pants down his thighs just enough to let his hard cock spring free. Wooyoung was on him in an instant, a wanton moan slipping out the second he had Sanâs tip in his mouth.
âFuck, fuck,â Yeosang groaned, finally getting his hands on his own cock and pulling it from the confines of his pants. He spat into his hand and jerked himself a few times, watching the way Sanâs eyes rolled back and mouth fell open as Wooyoung bobbed his head up and down Sanâs length, until Yeosang decided it was time to resume his role for the evening.
Wooyoung pulled off Sanâs cock with a pop for some air and Yeosang took the moment to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him towards him, smirking as Wooyoung cried out at the sudden pain. Yeosang fed his cock into Wooyoungâs open mouth and then reached for San, groaning as the heat of Wooyoungâs mouth enveloped him while San pecked and nipped at his lips until Yeosang could push his tongue into his mouth and feel the warmth there, too. He sucked on Sanâs tongue as Wooyoung sucked on his cock. Wooyoung had one hand on the base of Yeosangâs dick to hold him steady and the other slowly jerked San off. He let Wooyoung switch back and forth between his boyfriends for a few more minutes, content to make out with San while Wooyoung got his fill of cock in his greedy mouth.
Yeosang broke the kiss to look down at Wooyoung, pressing his forehead against Sanâs as he did the same. âLook at him,â Yeosang said to San, âHeâs so desperate to have at least one of his holes filled, heâll happily take two cocks at the same time if it means he gets cock at all. What a slut.â
San whined nearly as loud as Wooyoung did at the way Yeosang spoke as if Wooyoung wasnât even present. San dropped his head onto Yeosangâs shoulder and thrust his hips forward into Wooyoungâs willing mouth. âCould he take us both at one time?â San whimpered. Wooyoung groaned around his cock, now fisting Yeosangâs, and San whined again at the vibrations it shot through his shaft. âCould he fit two cocks in his mouth, do you think? What aboutâ oh, what about his hole? Does he want it that bad?â
âIf we want him to, he will,â Yeosang stated.
It wasnât what he had in the cards for the night, but Yeosang added it to his mental checklist of things they needed to try soon. He pulled back from San and grabbed another fistful of Wooyoungâs fiery red hair, forcing him to look up at his dishevelled boyfriends.
Yeosang tutted at the glazed look on Wooyoungâs face, jaw slack and lips red raw, chin slick with spit. âYou really do look like a slut right now.â He ran a finger over Wooyoungâs bottom lip, slipping it into his mouth and pushing down on his tongue until he gagged. âGreedy, filthy little cockslut, Wooyoung-ah.â
Wooyoung nodded, whimpered around Yeosangâs finger as he sucked, his eyes darting over to San.
âHeâs not going to help you,â Yeosang said. âYouâre to listen to me and me only, do you understand?â
He waited until Wooyoung nodded again before finally releasing his hair and withdrawing his finger.
Yeosang turned to San. âAre you ready to defile our slutty little boyfriend, Sannie?â
San, too, nodded at Yeosangâs words, his eyes a little harsher and less obedient than Wooyoungâs.
Yeosang continued, giving Wooyoung a quick glance to check he was still paying attention from his place on the floor. âDo you want to know what Iâve been thinking about recently? Iâve been thinking about how good the two of you look under me as a pair.â He reached forward to tuck some of Sanâs stray hairs behind his ear, cooing as he leaned into the soft touch. âYouâre so beautiful, San-ah, and I would love more than anything to ruin you tonight, but I think what we both want is to show our little Wooyoungie exactly what we think of one of the outfits he was wearing on stage today.â
Sanâs eyes widened in understanding and he nodded enthusiastically, hair falling from where Yeosang had just placed it. âYes, yes,â San agreed. âHeâs been parading himself around on stage, in public, in front of thousands of fans every day, and Iâve had enough of it, too.â He gulped, eyes darting between Wooyoung and Yeosang, before straightening his shoulders. âShall we show him what that body of his is really only good for?â
Yeosangâs lips twitched into a sly smile. He hadnât quite pinned down Sanâs headspace tonight just yet, but he seemed to be letting Yeosang take the reins, which was exactly what heâd been hoping would happen. âI think we shall.â He jerked his head towards the bed on the other side of the room. âWooyoung. Get naked and get on the bed.â
Wooyoung huffed. âWhat, I donât even get to make one of you cum with my mouth first? I thought you just said you wanted to defile me immediately.â
Yeosangâs lip twitched. Given how long it had been since theyâd had a night like this, he knew Wooyoungâs brattiness would fold again as soon as Yeosang made his desires clear. He grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face him. âPeople who whore themselves out on stage donât get to make demands,â Yeosang growled. âI tell you to strip and you strip, Young-ah. Now.â
Wooyoung whimpered in Yeosangâs harsh grip, whimpered again and then nodded so that Yeosang would let go of him. He scrambled from the floor, a soft groan slipping out as he stretched his sore knees, and stripped himself gracelessly of his clothing. Yeosang also stepped out of his pants and then towards San so they could help each other out of their shirts, kissing along each inch of exposed skin as he pulled the fabric up and over the taller manâs head. He knew San liked that kind of stupidly romantic thing in the middle of sex and it certainly was no hardship to worship Sanâs strong, lean body. He also took a moment to check in with him, wordlessly assess whether he was happy with how Yeosang was treating him. Once that was cleared, when the three of them were finally bare with Wooyoung sitting at the head of the bed with his legs out in front of him, did Yeosang address his boyfriends once more in his dominating tone.
"Since weâre here to celebrate the slutty little boob window in Wooyoungâs clothing, Iâve made a few decisions about how tonight is going to go down. Here's what's going to happen," Yeosang began, eyes on San beside him. "Sannie, you're going to cum on Wooyoungie's tits. How you get there is for Wooyoung to decide. Then, I'm going to fuck Wooyoung's tits with your help." He let his gaze linger on San's parted lips, before turning his eyes to his other boyfriend. "Wooyoung-ah, you are not allowed to cum until both Sannie and I have finished. Sannie can fuck your tits after me, if he wants to, and maybe, if you've been really good, I'll finger you while he does that. And then, once we're both satisfied, maybe one of us will fuck you. Is that understood?"
Wooyoungâs eyes were wide, lips parted, and he nodded enthusiastically. âYes, god, Sangie.â
Pleased with his obedience, Yeosang then looked to San, raising an eyebrow for his approval or input. San was chewing on his bottom lip. âI want you to fuck me, too,â he said after a moment, reaching out to grab Yeosang by the hip and pull him towards him. San leaned in and murmured in his ear, just loud enough for Wooyoung to hear. âI love it when you get all controlling like this and I want more than anything for us to wreck that little twink over there, but I just canât stop thinking about you railing me when you get like this, Sang-ah. Itâs so sexy.â
A shiver shot down Yeosangâs spine and he nodded. âIf Wooyoung can do as heâs told, the night will unfold exactly as we want.â
The two standing turned to face their boyfriend on the bed. Wooyoungâs hands were clutching at the sheets beside him, legs spread and bent slightly at the knee. His face and chest were already flushed. Yeosang dragged his eyes from Wooyoungâs parted lips down his chest to where his hard cock was straining against his toned stomach. Despite his own instructions, Yeosangâs fingers longed to reach out and touch, to stroke him and make him writhe under his hands, make him whine and cry and beg for more. Heâd get there soon enough.
âWell, what are you waiting for, Wooyoung? Sannieâs not going to cum with you just sitting there looking pretty.â
Wooyoungâs eyes snapped between his boyfriends, who were still standing at the edge of the bed, looming over him. âO-Ohââ
âJoin him, San,â Yeosang interrupted. âHe clearly is having trouble thinking for himself. Poor little slut is already too sex-dumb and he hasnât even been touched yet. Why donât you get started until he gets his bearings back?â
San obeyed easily, crawled towards Wooyoung on the bed. He settled on his knees between his legs and dipped down to kiss him, hungrily parting his lips and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Wooyoung reciprocated naturally, arching his back into Sanâs strong grip and nearly losing his balance from how eagerly he kissed back. Yeosang kneeled on the bed, settling back to watch, his hand lurking between his legs but not touching himself just yet.
He watched Sanâs fingers slide up Wooyoungâs sides until they reached his hair where he tugged his head back hard, tilting his own head and sitting up on his knees to keep their lips connected. One hand rested at the back of Wooyoungâs neck, the other cupping his face, far softer than Yeosang had treated him a few minutes ago.
Wooyoung pushed back, knowing he would be given more leeway with San than with Yeosang tonight and clearly remembering what Yeosang had tasked him with before he would be allowed to cum. He kept pushing until San was on his back, elbows propping him up with Wooyoung leaning over him, their mouths still locked together. Wooyoung finally broke the kiss to shift around until he had one leg between Sanâs and was kneeling over his thigh, their hips aligned and cocks brushing against each other with every shift of weight on the bed.
âGod,â Yeosang mumbled under his breath, unable to stop himself from crawling closer as they resumed kissing. He dropped spit into his palm and grasped their cocks, one of Sanâs hands shooting out to hold onto his other arm. Sanâs nails were digging into his bicep but it only served as a gauge for how good he was feeling as Yeosang jerked his boyfriendsâ cocks together at the same time. High-pitched whines were already falling out of Wooyoungâs mouth and into Sanâs as his hips jerked back and forth in tiny thrusts into Yeosangâs hand. San and Wooyoungâs foreheads were touching, their gazes locked as they breathed into the hot space between their mouths. It was sickeningly romantic, the way they looked at each other, and a warm flash of affection shot through Yeosangâs chest as he increased the speed of his hand, half considering throwing his plans out the window to watch them both fall apart all over each other under his touch.
Sanâs moans pitched up to match Wooyoungâs and his eyes rolled back, head dropping back to expose his flushed, sweaty neck. He was getting close.
âTouch him,â Yeosang ordered Wooyoung, swooping down to attach his lips and teeth to Sanâs neck while Wooyoung took over stroking their cocks. Yeosang bit down and sucked on the sweaty skin, groaning in response to Sanâs whining as he got closer to finishing. His hips were jerking under Wooyoungâs touch and Yeosangâs teeth where he nibbled down his neck to suck another mark along his collarbone. Yeosang glanced down to watch how the head of Sanâs cock rubbed up against Wooyoungâs, catching on his frenulum and leaking precum over the both of them which eased the slide.
âYeosangie,â San whimpered, âIâm so close.â
âYou look so gorgeous, Sannie,â Yeosang growled in his ear. âWooyoungieâs doing such a good job, isnât he?â
San nodded, eyebrows pinched together tight on his forehead. He just needed a push.
âYouâre going to cum all over him and make such a mess of our little slut, and then later Iâm going to fuck another orgasm out of you. Maybe even another in between if your little cock can get hard again quickly. I know how much you love it when youâre sensitive, when it hurts but itâs so good.â
Sanâs eyes flew open as he approached his high, hips jerking up into Wooyoungâs hand. After just a few more seconds, Yeosang slapped Wooyoungâs wrist to let go and then shoved him onto his back, giving San space to crawl back over him and straddle his waist, Yeosang pressed along the length of his back. Wooyoungâs mouth dropped open and his tongue fell out to catch any stray drops as he gripped Sanâs cock again, angling it over his own chest and stroking him tight and fast.
Yeosangâs eyes flitted between watching San cum and Wooyoungâs open, waiting expression, until his eyes were drawn to Wooyoungâs small, pert nipples. They were hard with arousal, and just as San whined high in his throat and began to spill all over Wooyoungâs chest, Yeosang reached both hands around him to grip each of Wooyoungâs pecs and push them together, creating a divet of cleavage for Sanâs cum to pool in. San writhed and jerked, head fallen back against Yeosangâs shoulder, and Wooyoung was whining at the sight of Sanâs cum collecting on his chest.
âFuck, fuck,â Yeosang growled, barely giving San time to work through the aftershocks of his orgasm before maneuvering him off Wooyoung and taking his place. He was so tightly wound after watching and touching without being touched himself that he was almost worried he would bust a nut as soon as he slid his cock in between Wooyoungâs pecs.
San was panting, scrambled up to sit beside Wooyoungâs head where he could touch and press Wooyoungâs chest together just as Yeosang had been doing moments before. He uncapped the lube bottle (when had he even retrieved that?) and added a few drops to Yeosangâs cock to ease the slide. Wooyoung was watching them with wide, wet eyes, squirming under their intense, lust-filled gazes, although absolutely loving the attention on him.
âI bet you love being used like this,â San said, leaning down to nip at Wooyoungâs ear. He squeezed his hands where they were pushing his chest together, creating a space for Yeosang to finally slide his cock between them, aided by the cum and lube. âEvery part of your body was made to be fucked by us.â
A low moan was ripped from Yeosangâs throat as he finally got some stimulation back on his cock, replacing Sanâs hands with his own and pushing Wooyoungâs tits together further. He moved his thumbs over the top of the divet, pressed against his shaft and creating a bridge so there was no place around his cock untouched. He pumped his hips in short thrusts into the wet crease, tuning into whatever San was mumbling into Wooyoungâs ear, getting their boyfriend all hot and bothered with nothing he could do about it. One of Wooyoungâs arms had flown up to hold onto Sanâs leg, nails digging into his flesh, the other tugging desperately at his own hair.
âYouâre such an attention whore, Young-ah,â San was saying. âYouâre never satisfied unless everybodyâs eyes are on you, unless everyone is talking about how hot and irresistible you are. I bet you just okayed that outfit because you knew it would spark this kind of reaction from us, didnât you, sweetheart?â
Wooyoungâs eyes slid shut and then snapped open again like he didnât want to miss seeing a single moment of Yeosang falling apart on top of him. Yeosang grunted, watching his cock fuck in and out of the tight circle he had created, Sanâs cum dripping over Wooyoungâs collarbones and pooling in the crevice there.
âYou have such pretty tits, Wooyoung,â Yeosang growled. âI canât believe youâve been letting the whole world see them on stage. Almost wanna fuck them with that shirt still on you and leave my cum all over it so that everyone can see who you really belong to.â
Wooyoung whined after a particularly sharp thrust of Yeosangâs hips. âYes, Sangie. This feels so good. You feel so good.â
âYeah? You like it when we treat you like this? I bet youâd like it even more if Sannie fucked your pussy while I fucked your tits.â
Both San and Wooyoung cried out at Yeosangâs words, their sweet whining like music to his horny brain. Heat was building low in his abdomen, precum dripping from his cock and adding to the mess on Wooyoungâs chest. San was hard again, Yeosang noticed. He was jerking himself slowly next to Wooyoungâs face, who hadnât noticed because his tunnel vision on Yeosangâs cock on his chest was so strong. Wooyoungâs mouth dropped open again and he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, lapping at the tip of Yeosangâs cock each time he thrust forward.
San shifted his weight to lean forward just enough so that his cock could be seen by Wooyoung. He dragged his eyes away from Yeosang for just a moment, spotting his other boyfriendâs dick next to his face.
âSangie,â Wooyoung whispered, âYouâre going to fuck San, arenât you?â
Yeosang nodded, hips slowing. âIâm going to fuck you both,â he clarified.
âCan I finger him?â
San whimpered and dropped his head forward onto Yeosangâs shoulder, his cock jutting out and rubbing against the side of Wooyoungâs face as his hips twitched without permission.
âPlease,â San begged. âYeosangie, please, I need something. You guys look so good together, please, pleaseââ
âYou heard him,â Yeosang snapped at Wooyoung. âOpen him up for me.â
Yeosang focused on fucking Wooyoungâs tits while the other two fumbled with the lube. As he could feel himself approaching his peak, pleasure rooting itself at the base of his cock, one of Sanâs arms slipped around his shoulder to steady himself while the other began jerking himself off. The squelch of Wooyoungâs fingers pumping in and out of him added to the slick sounds of Yeosang fucking himself faster between Wooyoungâs pecs.
âYouâve been so good, Young-ah,â he told him. âYour body is so perfect, itâs just made for me to fuck. I could almost forget about how much of a slut youâve been lately.â His breath came in quick, short bursts, his fingers playing with Wooyoungâs nipples as he fucked him harder. âSannie, look at our angel. So perfect to be used like this. What a perfect little whore.â
San sobbed, apparently close again alarmingly quick, his hand stripping his cock rough and fast, hips bucking forward into his own touch and back on Wooyoungâs fingers. He shuddered, cried out Yeosangâs name once more, and then spilled over his fist, hot stripes of cum splattering over Wooyoungâs filthy chest and Yeosangâs cock.
The sight alone was enough to send Yeosang over the edge, as Wooyoung started moaning and Sanâs cries of pleasure reached his ears. His balls drew up and the tight pressure at the base of his cock finally snapped, a wave of pleasure slamming into him. His hips stuttered in a filthy grind against all the mess on Wooyoungâs tits as he came in long ropes that shot all the way up into Wooyoungâs open mouth. Yeosang doubled over, hips jerking into oversensitivity, and he was vaguely aware of the obscenely loud moans coming out of his mouth. San was kissing his neck, biting at his earlobe, and Wooyoungâs face had gone slack, eyes glazed over as he watched in awe.
Panting, Yeosang cleared his throat, sitting up on his knees and hissing at the stiffness in his body. âGet on your backs on the side of the bed, both of you.â
San, despite having already cum twice, moved faster and with more grace than Wooyoung. Yeosang slipped off the bed and walked around to stand in front of where they were seated beside each other. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Wooyoungâs first, licking into his mouth and cupping his face gently. He felt Sanâs hands on him, wandering without purpose, as if just to touch, to feel. Yeosang pulled back and regarded San for a moment.
âWooyoung-ah, grab some wipes from the drawer and clean yourself up,â he instructed, before diving down to kiss San instead. Yeosang let his boyfriendâs hands feel up and down his body, gripping and squeezing as they made out while Wooyoung, who was shockingly hard and surprisingly not complaining about being ignored, wiped down the cum, spit and lube from his chest.
The way San kissed oozed contentment. His lips were soft and pliant under Yeosangâs, hands finally having settled on his hips where Yeosang stood between Sanâs parted legs. Wooyoungâs hands were on them next, one on each of their backs, their shoulders, their arms, rubbing and squeezing just a little bit, as if trying to tug them towards him again. San hummed into Yeosangâs mouth, and then pulled away to kiss Wooyoung.
Taking the opportunity for what it was, Yeosang grabbed the lube again, getting some into his palm and finally grasping Wooyoungâs red, veiny cock. His boyfriend yelped at the sudden touch where he was so highly strung and sensitive, and San pinched his nipple to get his attention back to kissing him. Yeosang snickered, pumping Wooyoungâs cock harshly a few times before taking pity on his desperate, needy cries and letting go.
âLie down on your backs.â
As they did what they were told, Yeosang maneuvered them as he pleased. He pushed both of their thighs further apart, bent at the knees, and picked up Wooyoungâs smaller leg to place it on top of Sanâs. Yeosangâs cock gave a valiant twitch at the sight of both his boyfriends spread open and aroused in front of him, Sanâs spent dick somehow stirring back to life again and Wooyoungâs cockhead bordering on purple with how turned on and neglected it was. Sanâs hole was pink and wet from where Wooyoung had been stretching him earlier, inviting Yeosang to reach out and touch, but he knew that Wooyoung might call yellow if they ignored him any longer without touching him, so he made a decision.
âSince you did so well and let us fuck your pretty, soft tits, Iâm going to finger you now.â
Wooyoungâs lips parted, brows scrunching together as he nodded. âYes, please. Need you inside.â
Yeosang hummed, uncapping the lube again. Wooyoung propped his feet up on the bed, one of them between Sanâs thighs, and adjusted his hips to give Yeosang easier access. He turned his head towards San and pouted until the other got the message and kissed him again.
âTouch him, Wooyoung,â Yeosang said as he slid a finger into Wooyoungâs hole right to the hilt. âHe can take it.â
Yeosang focused on opening up Wooyoungâs body, knowing that if he let his eyes stray to where Wooyoungâs hand was wrapped around Sanâs poor, sensitive cock, his own arousal would build too quickly and he wouldnât have the stamina to fuck them both after having already cum once tonight. Unlike San, Yeosang was not a fan of the pain that came with being overstimulated and his refractory period was not as short, either. He could hear Sanâs sweet, soft whines as Wooyoung stroked him back to full hardness. Wooyoung was writhing and squirming under Yeosangâs ministrations, his fingers purposefully avoiding his prostate despite knowing how much he loved being milked by that stimulation alone.
âYeosangie,â Wooyoung whined. âPlease fuck me, Iâm ready, I need you.â
Yeosang tutted at him. âSo needy,â he scolded, using his clean hand to slap lightly at his inner thigh.
âYeah, because Iâve been waiting for hours and you guys have just been using me and barely even touching me except when it does something forââ
Yeosang instantly withdrew his fingers and gripped the base of Wooyoung's cock harshly with one hand, the other hand reaching up to grasp his jaw and squash his cheeks tightly beneath his fingers.
âYou wanna try that again, Youngie?â Yeosang growled, eyes bearing down harder into Wooyoungâs unwavering, unrelenting gaze. âYou donât get to go parading around on stage, showing yourself off like that like some whore, and then come home and demand we touch you the way you want it. Youâre our slut and weâll treat you how we see fit, you got that?â
Wooyoung blinked a few times as Yeosangâs grip on his jaw tightened, looking like he was going to retaliate again. Yeosang hadnât been prepared to punish his boyfriend for bratty behaviour, but he would if that was what Wooyoung wanted out of tonight. But then Wooyoung whined, conceding, and let his eyes flutter shut finally as he relaxed. His cock throbbed in Yeosangâs other hand, hips twitching on their own accord, and Yeosang distantly remembered that Wooyoung was correct in that theyâd been touching and teasing him without letting him cum for hours now.
He felt Sanâs hand brush the one he had around Wooyoungâs neglected cock, and he dropped him, letting San take his place.
âYeosangie,â San mumbled, but Yeosangâs eyes were still locked with Wooyoungâs. âYeosangie, make him wait. Fuck me first and make him wait longer.â
Yeosang raised an eyebrow at Sanâs suggestion. Wooyoung choked out a sob suddenly and Yeosangâs eyes were finally torn away to look down at where San was digging his thumb into Wooyoungâs slit. Wooyoungâs fist was still wrapped loosely around Sanâs cock, too, though they were both just holding each other, not stroking. Yeosang let go of Wooyoungâs jaw as well and reached for the lube, shifting in front of San.
âYeosangie is right, Young-ah,â San continued. âYou donât get to make demands like that and expect us to listen, do you? If we want to use your body for our pleasure, we will. Youâre just here to be our little plaything and you take it so well, jagiya.â
Wooyoung opened his mouth to fight back again and Yeosang moved quickly, jamming two clean fingers into his mouth. He used his other hand to line his lubed cock up with Sanâs hole and pushed his hips forward to breach him as Wooyoung moaned around his fingers, starting to suck. Sanâs head snapped towards Yeosang at the first sign of intrusion, the hand he had on Wooyoungâs cock slackening for a moment.
Slowly, Yeosang filled him inch by inch. Wooyoung had probably only managed to get two fingers into him earlier, so he was tight, and Yeosang wasnât sure heâd be able to hold out before he could fuck Wooyoung. He definitely wouldnât be able to get hard again for a while and Wooyoung would break if he didnât get fucked soon. San could always do it, but Yeosang wanted to.
âFuck.â Yeosangâs breath rushed out of his lungs, hips stilling flush against Sanâs ass. His tight body was clenching around him, thighs shaking as Wooyoung resumed stroking his cock. San had cum twice already, Yeosang remembered amidst his haze of arousal, and he was incredibly turned on and sensitive, so it wouldnât take much to get him there a third time. âYouâre so fucking tight, Sannie.â He withdrew his hips just as slowly as heâd pushed in, revelling in the constricting heat around his cock, and then angled his hips up and slammed forward into Sanâs overstimulated prostate.
Sanâs body spasmed and he cried out, back arching off the bed. His neck was bared, flushed, and Wooyoung leaned in to lick at his sweaty skin, hand moving faster on his cock. Heat built quickly at the base of Yeosangâs spine as he fucked into San, hips and balls slapping crudely against his skin. Sanâs eyes were clenched shut as his body was rocked on the edge of the bed, little moans being pushed from his chest with each thrust of Yeosangâs hips.
âSan-ah, youâre neglecting poor little Wooyoungie,â Yeosang reminded him.
âYeah, San-ah.â Wooyoung nipped at his ear, making San whimper again. âLittle Wooyoungie wants your attention.â
A low, quiet growl slipped out of Yeosangâs mouth as San nodded and turned his head to lock lips with Wooyoung. His arm moved across their bodies to take Wooyoungâs cock in hand again.
âShit,â Yeosang whispered, eyes darting frantically over the sight below him as a surge of arousal and pleasure rushed through his body â his two attractive boyfriends making out, legs spread and jerking each other off while Yeosang fucked into Sanâs tight hole. âOh my god.â
With his free hand, Wooyoung then reached between his own legs and tucked two fingers into himself, and Yeosang knew it was about to be all over for him way too soon. He grabbed Sanâs impossibly tiny waist and drove his cock harder into his prostate, pulling his boyfriend back onto his cock over and over again. Yeosang fucked him hard and fast until San had to break away from Wooyoungâs mouth to moan, loud and broken, and came all over his toned stomach and Wooyoungâs hand, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
Without even needing to be told, as if heâd read Yeosangâs mind, Wooyoung knocked Sanâs hand away from him and sat up to swing a leg over his hips. He leaned forward and rested his hands beside Sanâs head. Now on all fours, hovering over his fucked-out boyfriend with his ass on display for Yeosang, Wooyoung wiggled his hips, and Yeosang certainly did not need to be asked twice.
He snarled, a flash of possessiveness smacking him in the chest as he gripped Wooyoungâs ass, spread his cheeks and fed his cock into his wet, needy hole.
âFucking finally,â Wooyoung sobbed, fisting the sheets beside Sanâs head. âSplit me open on that dick andâ oh, oh! Fucking, god.â
Yeosangâs nails dug into Wooyoungâs ass and hips as he fucked into him roughly, already chasing his own high for the second time, knowing he was barely a minute away from finishing. He was so tightly wound, so fucking turned on he couldnât think about anything other than reaching that sweet release and spilling all over Wooyoungâs pretty, pink hole. The sound of kissing beneath him brought him back to the scene, hearing the sloppy moans slipping out of Wooyoungâs mouth and into Sanâs with every thrust. Yeosangâs abdomen tensed, realising his orgasm was approaching far too quickly because Wooyoung still hadnât cum yet and god-fucking-damnit, he would not let his sub be unsatisfied.
Yeosang slid a hand into Wooyoungâs vibrant hair and yanked, pulling him up onto his knees and causing him to squeal at the new angle as Yeosangâs cockhead pounded into his prostate repeatedly. He felt San shifting beneath them.
âYou want to be split open on a dick like the little cockslut you are?â Yeosang growled into Wooyoungâs ear and Wooyoung whined high in his throat in response. âSay it.â
âIâ ah, ah, ohâ Iâm a little cockslut, fuck, fuck.â
Wooyoung sobbed through a broken moan. âIâmâ Iâm such a cockslut,â he whispered, and then again, louder, whinier, âIâm your little cockslut, Yeosang, just a slut to be used however you and Sannie wantâ ah, ah, ahââ
âGood boy, Wooyoung,â San said, settling in front of them. âWas that so hard? Cum for us now, jagi.â
Yeosang tugged Wooyoung back even further, forcing him to bend backwards so Yeosang could sink his teeth into the lovely, sex-flushed skin of his neck. He sucked hard, peering over Wooyoungâs shoulder just in time to see San on his stomach, taking Wooyoungâs cock into his mouth, and the tension within Yeosang snapped.
âWooyoung, Sannie, Iâ fuck.â
His orgasm slammed into him like a tidal wave, hips pressed up against Wooyoungâs ass in a filthy grind as he rode out one of the longest, most intense orgasms heâd ever had. His mouth dropped open around an elongated moan, eyes rolling back as he panted hard, waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body. Hot ropes of cum shot into Wooyoungâs hole which was clenching around him. Yeosangâs thighs shook and he distantly heard Wooyoungâs high-pitched moans as he came into Sanâs mouth, grinding back on Yeosangâs throbbing cock where it was still shoved up against his prostate. His head had fallen back against Yeosangâs clavicle and his body trembled as he rode out his orgasm, too.
After several minutes of heavy breathing, after wading through the fog in his brain, Yeosang regained his senses and opened his eyes. He untangled his fingers from Wooyoungâs hair and eased him down onto the bed next to where San was lying, and then flopped down beside them both, absolutely spent. Wooyoung curled into Sanâs side immediately, flinging a tired arm over his sweaty back and nuzzling against his shoulder.
âYoung-ah,â San groaned against the bedsheets. âYou are disgusting and I am disgusting. Get off me.â
Wooyoung pouted and whined. âMeanie.â He turned to face Yeosang, bottom lip still jutting out. âSannie wonât cuddle me.â
âYouâre a big boy, Wooyoung,â Yeosang muttered. âYou can handle a bit of rejection every now and then.â
âItâs good for your ego,â San added.
Yeosang snorted at Wooyoungâs petulant whining, but allowed himself to be pulled, along with a grumbling, exhausted San, into a cuddle pile. Wooyoung hummed, pressing a kiss to each of their temples.
âI fall more and more in love with you guys every fucking day,â he said.
âWish youâd stop that,â Yeosang said.
âHey! Like you werenât the one who kissed me the first time!â
âBiggest mistake of my life.â
âYou also kissed me the first time, Yeosangie,â San so helpfully added.
Wooyoung gasped as if he didnât know this already. âItâs almost like you have feelings for us. Sorry to break it to you, Sang-ah, but you know you canât resist all of this.â
âThat is so true,â San agreed. âI mean, we were just saying how we basically own him and how unfair it is that other people get to look at him. Isnât that what you were saying, Yeo?â
Yeosang was going to kill San. And Wooyoung.
âHow the fuck do you have so much energy for all this banter?â he groaned, turning to bury his face in Wooyoungâs bare chest.
âYou fucked us full of cum,â Wooyoung stated, shameless. âYou injected your lifeblood into both of us and now weââ
Sanâs lips were on Wooyoungâs in an instant, stopping his weird train of thought then and there. Yeosang huffed out a laugh, reaching across Wooyoungâs dirty chest to hold onto Sanâs arm, keeping all of them in contact with each other. They would have to all have a long, hot shower and clean off the various fluids sticking to their filthy skin before they slept, but as Yeosang pressed a kiss to Wooyoungâs collarbone, squeezed his hand where it lay against Sanâs bicep, and watched with tenderness and wonder as the two of them kissed softly, he figured that could wait.
He didnât want to give Wooyoung any ideas about a round two (three? four?) if they all went in there together, anyway.
Pairing: Evil Prince!Wooyoung x Good Prince!Yeosang (ATEEZ)
Synopsis: Throughout history, there have been countless stories of battles between good and evil. Heroes and villains knowing fame in equal parts due to their involvement in these battles. But before reaching these points, whether famous or infamous, how do these stories develop? And what happens when the heroes and villains would rather cast aside their roles? What happens when Yeosang, the only son of the most powerful and famous good royal family, falls for Wooyoung, his assigned villain?
Chapters: 1/??? There will be some prequels coming up
Word count: 7.2k
Warnings: Yeosangâs parents are mentioned to be a little bit Homophobic (never outright discuss lgbtq stuff but itâs implied), kidnapping (more like forced teleportation though), Yeosang is In Denial about being gay for a little bit, oral (m receiving), anal (again, m receiving), mentions of poison and torture but it never actually happens, mentions of alcohol
A/N: I thought about making this all medieval-y but I wanted to have a soft aftercare scene and what I had in mind did not align with the whole lack of indoor plumbing thing from medieval times so. Fantasy world with tiled bathrooms. Anyways, Iâm going to make this a whole series outside of the collab, so watch out for it! Thank you to everyone who worked on the collab, this was an awesome project and Iâm glad to have met yall :DÂ
The first thing Wooyoung did after graduation was throw a party. The second thing was announce to everyone attending that he was going to kidnap Kang Yeosang, Crown Prince of Aurora, the only son of the Kang family, the Good to his Evil.
Neither of those choices proved to be very great ones, but Wooyoung was more of an âact first, think laterâ kind of guy.
âHow exactly are you going to kidnap him?â asked Wooyoungâs friend Seonghwa, taking a sip from his cup. âAnd what do you plan to do after you have him?â
âNot sure yet. Torture, maybe?â Wooyoung replied. Truth be told, the only thing he really wanted to do was shirk his responsibilities as the only son of the most powerful Evil family in existence, but that was a lot easier said than done. He really needed to start thinking before he acted.Â
âOkay⊠well, let us know if you need anything, alright?â Seonghwa said before depositing his empty solo cup in the trash can and going to find his girlfriend, Yeeun. Wooyoung nodded, saluting playfully as the older man left, before sitting down and sighing. He knew Seonghwa wouldnât be spreading the word about his plans, but he couldnât say the same for anyone else. He was locked in, and it terrified him. After all, he had no plan, and it can be very difficult emotionally to kidnap the one person youâre in love with. Especially when youâre not supposed to fall in love with them.
YeosangÂ
The great thing about having powerful royal parents is that they can spy on whoever they want. So, Yeosang learned very quickly that he was to be kidnapped. No other details, just a quick âWooyoungâs going to kidnap youâ when his motherâs lady-in-waiting, Wheein, returned from the party.Â
Thanks a lot, he thought, panic beginning to set in. He had just returned home from graduation, and already Wooyoung was scheming. Werenât they supposed to wait a bit before starting their story? The Writers hadnât even told them any details yet. Yeosang needed more time to prepare.
But this was reality, he guessed. Evil waits for no one, his professors had drilled that into his brain, so he needed to get a move on with protecting himself. After all: Wooyoung was a villain. He wasnât supposed to be considerate of Yeosangâs mental preparedness.Â
Yeosang decided to spend the next few days fortifying the palace to the best of his ability. He may only be Crown Prince right now, but his story would begin soon. He needed to get a move on.Â
Wooyoung
After the party, when everyone was flopped on the floor and drunk out of their minds, Wooyoung stared up at the ceiling. Seonghwaâs words echoed in his mind. Let us know if you need anything, alright? That was what Good people said to each other. Evil people just did things, thought about the consequences later, just like Wooyoung. They certainly didnât talk about their secret feelings for their assigned heroes, like Seonghwa was unknowingly suggesting Wooyoung do. The red-haired man couldnât even anticipate how his friends would react if he told them.Â
So he figured heâd push it out of his mind. He wouldnât tell them. Heâd go through with the kidnapping, then figure out what to do after that. The only problem, he didnât know how to get Yeosang.Â
Wooyoung sat up. There was one way. An hourglass that Yeosang had given to them their freshman year at Gunhyeong Academy, where all major Good and Evil people went to prepare. The purpose of the hourglass was to summon one another on campus if someone got lost; theyâd been roommates that first year. But Wooyoung had never used it before. It would be risky⊠really risky. He didnât even know how the hourglass was supposed to work. Yeosang hadnât thought to tell him what would happen when it was turned. But he could try it.Â
He shiveredâfrom the cold or his sudden nerves, he couldnât tell. He stood up and crept to the stairs, picking his way around his friends and trying not to curse when Taehyun rolled over onto his foot.Â
Somehow, he made it to the stairs and went up to his room. He picked up the hourglass from where heâd hidden it behind his books, about to turn it, and then realized: he had no plan. What would he do once Yeosang arrived? Heâd have to wait a few days before turning it, would have to actually think before acting.Â
But he had the beginning of a plan. And thatâs what mattered.Â
Yeosang
Something had shifted the night he found out he was to be kidnapped. It seemed that everyone else in the palace already knew of the news before heâd even woken up.Â
âYeo-yeo, dear. Can we talk to you for a minute?â his mother had asked before striding into the Great Hall and expecting him to follow. What ensued was an hour-long lecture about being calm in the face of a threat, and that Wooyoung wasnât anything to be afraid of. But it didnât really help. Yeosang knew Wooyoung better than they did, though admittedly not that well, but he knew that one should never underestimate him.Â
He calculates every move, he thought as his father scoffed about how Evil is chaotic and unplanned. Wooyoung has plans for everything. I need to be prepared for anything, he thought.Â
Wheein insisted that he wear his hourglass on a chain attached to his belt. She had a matching one and would know if he disappeared, so she insisted that he wear his. While she wouldnât be able to bring him back herself, she could alert his parents, or anyone else, and send out a rescue party. The thought both comforted and worried Yeosang. Alarm bells were beginning to go off in his head at every little thing. This must be what itâs like to live in a story, he thought, instructing the guards by his room to fortify the windows.Â
A few days passed with no signs of action from Wooyoung. But Yeosang was beginning to feel prepared. The palace was at maximum defense, and he had several plans of escape depending on the method that Wooyoung used to kidnap him.
The only problem was that the one method he didnât anticipate was the one Wooyoung used.
Wooyoung
âEverythingâs set up,â said Beomgyu, waving an arm at the room Wooyoung had said to prepare. It looked nice. Too nice to be a prison cell. But Wooyoung didnât want to make Yeosang uncomfortable.Â
âThanks, Beomgyu. Iâd like extra men on this floor to make sure Yeosang doesnât leave until Iâm through with him, but they can stay at the ends of the hall while Iâm in the room with him. Your help has been appreciated,â Wooyoung said. Beomgyu nodded, then left the room, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts.
I wonder if heâd let me tie him to the bed, Wooyoung thought. Heâd look so good like thatâŠ
He tried to push the idea out of his mind, but it was too irresistible. Part of his plan was to confess to Yeosang and see what came of that. Wooyoung wasnât planning to torture him or anything, just keep him in this room. Their story hadnât started yet; he couldnât go too far.Â
That night, Wooyoung picked up the hourglass and walked into the Yeosang Room, as Seonghwa had been calling it. It was right next to his bedroom, so it wasnât a long walk, but every step felt agonizingly slow. He was nervous. Excited, so excited, but nervous.
When he entered the room, he took a breath and then locked the door. Looking at the hourglass, he turned the two containers of sand over, and the sand began to fall. But nothing else happened.Â
As he was about to exit the room, defeated and thinking it hadnât worked, something crashed onto the bed. Wooyoung turned around and saw a very flustered, terrified man on the bed, staring up at him. He smirked.
âWelcome, Yeosang.âÂ
Yeosang
The last thing he expected the hourglasses to do was just teleport him to Wooyoungâs location. One second he was pacing his room, wondering how he would be kidnapped, next he was falling onto a surprisingly soft surface and staring at his enemy.Â
When Wooyoung left the room, it took a while for Yeosang to look around and gain his bearings. The room was surprisingly lavish, nothing like heâd expected. The bed was large and soft, with extra pillows. There were bookshelves, a dresser that seemed full, and a desk that doubled as a vanity. All of the furniture was painted black, but the walls were a deep red. A plate of cookies was on the desk, with a note saying, âTake as many as you want. Youâll be here a while. Breakfast will arrive at 9 AM.âÂ
Ignoring his better instincts, Yeosang took a cookie. It tasted amazing, nearly as good as Wheeinâs baking. So he took a few more.
It didnât take long for him to realize how much of a mistake that was. He began to feel drowsy, an odd feeling for 7 PM at night, and looked inside one of the cookies. It was blue. The color of a sleeping potion.
I shouldâve known, he thought as he collapsed onto the bed. Sleep overcame him, and he was out in seconds.Â
When Yeosang awoke, he was still in the same position as when heâd collapsed. He stared up at the black canopy over the bed and sighed. It really had happened.
Was this how his story was supposed to begin?
Wooyoung
Evidently, he'd have to do something with Yeosang. Otherwise, what was the point of kidnapping him?
Wooyoung walked to Yeosang's room with a tray of blueberry muffins. He could not remember for the life of him what Yeosang liked for breakfast, so he just picked up the most generic thing in the kitchen and hoped for the best.Â
"Knock knock," he said, knocking softly at the door. He opened it, walked in, and set down the muffins on the desk. Yeosang didn't move from where he was on the bed, still staring at the ceiling.
"Hi," said Wooyoung. He was starting to feel awkward.
"Hello."
"I brought you some muffins."
"...Oh. Thanks."
"YepâŠ"
"Wooyoung. Why am I here?" Yeosang asked, sitting up. Wooyoung shrugged.
"Dunno. We'll see. I plan to keep you here for a few days yet, though," he said, picking up a muffin. He turned and left the room, leaving Yeosang sitting on the bed.
He didn't even try to escape, Wooyoung thought. The door was literally wide open. What is he doing?
He didn't dwell on that much longer, afraid he'd give himself false hope. He'd send Dami to bring food up next time. Maybe it would be less awkward then, at least for Yeosang. Wooyoung still wasn't really sure of what he was doing, and the butterflies that appeared whenever he saw Yeosang weren't helping. He needed to concentrate.Â
Over the next few days, the routine was the same. Wooyoung delivered breakfast, exchanged greetings with Yeosang, and schemed for the rest of the day while instructing his friends to feel the older man. By the third day, he was still stumped. So, he decided to visit Yeosang once again⊠and maybe offer him something new.Â
Yeosang
Turns out, staying in the same room for days on end will anger you considerably. Not only that, it was boring. There wasn't really anything here for Yeosang to do except think, and he didn't want to do that. Because his thoughts were⊠concerning to him.
See, Yeosang had been hiding something ever since he began attending Gunhyeong. Ever since the moment he met Wooyoung. He had been attracted to the villain from the very start, but refused to accept or even acknowledge it for years. He never told anyone, fearing what others (especially his parents) would think. Heâd grown up listening to his parents repeat that the only union valid in Goodâs eyes was one between a man and a woman, so heâd automatically rejected any romantic (and especially sexual) thoughts of Wooyoung for a long while.
But now that he was in the Jung palace, now that he was locked in a room next to Wooyoung's⊠now, all he could think about was that attraction. And that was terrifying.Â
Yeosang looked up from the book he was reading, setting it down next to his place on the bed when Wooyoung entered again. He looks so smug. What does he have planned todayâŠ? Yeosang thought.Â
Most of what Wooyoung did was just send him meals, ask how he slept, and maybe bring in a book or two if Yeosang wasn't satisfied with the existing selection. It was confusing.Â
"You might be wondering why I have you here," Wooyoung said, sitting at the desk chair. Yeosang didn't reply.
"Quiet today, are we?"
"I don't have anything to say to you," Yeosang replied, staring at Wooyoung. The younger grinned.Â
"Sure. Well, I feel like telling you why you're here anyways. Do you want to know?"
"Are you just going to tell me anyways?"
"Yeah," Wooyoung said. "I brought you here because I wanted to get to know you. And because I wanted to see if that hourglass actually worked."
"Seriously???" Yeosang asked, incredulous. Of all the theories he'd come up with, the visions he'd had of Wooyoung poisoning his food or stabbing him in his sleep, everything, he'd never imagined that this would be the reason.Â
"Yep! So, what do you think?"
What did he think? He didn't have many thoughts. Just one.
âI⊠I think that I hate this. Yeah. I hate this. I hate you. Fuck you, Wooyoung,â Yeosang said, venom entering his voice. Wooyoung smirked.Â
âOh you hate me sooo much, donât you. And look at you, you're swearing now! Am I that much of a bad influence? Damn. So, you hate me so much that you want to fuck me?â
âI donât want to fuck y-â
âAh ah ah, but you just said it! âFuck you, Wooyoung,â if I recall correctly?â Wooyoung said, getting up and walking over to Yeosang. Yeosang backed against the wall, gripping one of the sheets.Â
âThatâs just an expression, it doesnât mean I actually want to fuck you. Why would I want to fuck someone who kidnapped me? And just to get to know me, too. Couldn't you have sent me a letter like a normal person? Why do you do things like this?" Yeosang asked as Wooyoung leaned over him.Â
âUh, because Iâm sexy? Itâs okay, Yeosang, you can admit you think Iâm hot," Wooyoung said, standing up straight again and blowing a kiss at Yeosang.Â
âIâm never going to admit that youâre-â
âIâll let you out if you do.â
Yeosang paused, then tentatively asked, âYouâll let me out?â
âSure. Thatâs what you want, right? Unless, of course, you want to stay," Wooyoung said, now looking at his polished black nails. He flicked an invisible speck of dust from them, then looked back up at Yeosang.Â
Yeosang eyed Wooyoung suspiciously, unsure of whether or not to believe him. Still tentatively, he asked, âAnd if I donât say it, you wonât let me out?â
âNope! Plus, since my roomâs right next door and the walls are thin, tonight youâll get to listen to me jerk o-â
âOKAY, OKAY, IâLL SAY IT," Yeosang said, eyes wide. The second night he'd spent in the room, he'd been forced to listen to Wooyoung's moans through the wall and then pretend everything was normal the next day when breakfast was brought over. The experience was too awkward for Yeosang to want to relive. Although he didn't want to think about it, he would much rather have been the one making Wooyoung moan like that.Â
Wooyoung laughed, head falling back. âDamn, so eager. Alright, letâs hear it.â
âI think⊠I think youâreâŠâ Yeosang stuttered, suddenly flustered. Maybe listening to Wooyoung all night wouldnât be so bad. That would be way better than having to admit-
âYou think IâmâŠ?â Wooyoung trailed off, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Fuck this, Yeosang thought. He knows Wooyoung would just find more ways to be cocky, knowing that Yeosang stayed willingly just to listen to him jerk off. He already canât stand the eyebrow-raising, four years of it was more than enough. What more would he be expected to endure?
Yeosang sucked in a breath before saying, âIthinkyouârehotandtobehonestIwanttofuckyoubutIhateyousoIneverwill. Will you let me out now?â
Wooyoung blinked a few times before laughing again.Â
âDude, I couldnât even comprehend that. Repeat it for me, please?â
Yeosang rolled his eyes. âFine. I think youâre sooooo fucking hot, and I want to fuck you sooooo badly itâs killing me. Happy?â
âSure. Let me go get the keys to the front door. You know you havenât been locked in here, right?â Wooyoung asked, laughing when Yeosangâs jaw dropped. I couldâve just left, Yeosang thought. Why was I just staying here, then?
He let out a long sigh when Wooyoung left the room. Even though he meant to sound sarcastic, Yeosang really did mean what he said. Heâd always wanted to fuck Wooyoung. It wasnât his fault that theyâd been forced into these lives, ones where they were destined to hate each other. And it sure as hell wasnât his fault that Wooyoung looked so damn good in those leather pantsâŠÂ
Wooyoung
So much for getting to know him, he thought, retrieving the keys and walking back to Yeosangâs room. He opened the door again and gasped. It had only been about a minute, but Yeosang was missing.Â
âYeosang?â Wooyoung asked. Nothing. He left the room and paced down the hall, calling out for Yeosang again. Still nothing.
Then, a crash sounded from downstairs. He sprinted down the staircase, sliding into the kitchen, where the crash had come from. He found Yeosang and Beomgyu staring at each other, the Good prince with his hands up like heâd done something wrong. An empty but very broken flower pot lay at Beomgyuâs feet.Â
Yeosang turned to Wooyoung, and blurted out, âI swear I didnât break it!â
âHate to come to his defense, but he didnât; I did,â Beomgyu said nonchalantly.Â
âI donât care who broke it. What are you doing in here? I was going to walk you out,â Wooyoung asked.Â
âI wasnât sure you would⊠I figured Iâd escape, but I couldnât figure out how to get out without raising any alarms. And then I came in here, and he dropped the flower pot,â Yeosang said sheepishly.Â
âWell, of course I did. I was surprised. Why is he out?â Beomgyu asked.Â
âIâm letting him out.â
âWHAT?â asked Seonghwa as he entered the room. He stared straight at Wooyoung, then over at Yeosang, whose eyes somehow widened even more.
âIâm not repeating myself.â
âWhy the hell are you just letting him leave?â Seonghwa asked, incredulous.Â
âThereâs not much else I can really do right now. Our story hasnât officially started yet, so Iâm just playing around right now. So Iâm letting him go home,â Wooyoung said, shrugging. âPlus, I have some blackmail material on him. Might as well let him leave now before I find out more so I donât have too much of an advantage later.â
Wooyoung took Yeosangâs arm and dragged him out of the room, running back upstairs to escape the other two men. He tugged Yeosang into his room, then slammed the door shut with both hands.
âSo. I donât think Seonghwa will just let us leave. You may have to stay here a few more days,â Wooyoung said, still facing the door.Â
Yeosang sighed, then mumbled, âSure.âÂ
Wooyoung turned to face him. âWhile weâre here⊠why donât you tell me a little bit about yourself?â
An outside perspective
The two of them spent the next several hours talking. They mostly talked in circles, never about anything important. Just the shallow bits one tells an unfamiliar classmateâwhich teachers you liked or disliked, your favorite color, who you spent time with. A lot of the time was filled with awkward silences, where the two men both tried not to think about how attractive the other was, but they had some moments of laughter between.Â
Wooyoung called dinner up to them, and they eventually began reading books to each other while eating the chocolate strawberries that came as dessert. Neither of them thought they could leave, since Seonghwa and Beomgyu were still outside and probably guarding the front door, so they figured theyâd continue passing the time.
One thing led to another, and they ended up sitting very close to each other on the bed. Close enough that they could feel each other breathe, could almost hear each othersâ racing heartbeats. Close enough that they both ended up thinking about the what-ifs.Â
Close enough that Yeosang didnât bother trying to stop him when Wooyoung leaned in and kissed him.
Yeosang, a few minutes later
Yeosang gasped as Wooyoungâs fingertips trailed up his thigh, lips so close to his neck. A whimper rose in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down, not wanting Wooyoung to have the satisfaction of knowing how affected he was. The younger man let out a shaky sigh, leaning in closer before pressing a kiss against Yeosangâs neck.Â
âI know Iâm not supposed to do this,â Wooyoung mumbled, voice raspy but muffled against the olderâs skin. âBut God I want you so bad. Always have. Probably always will. And I think this is the last time Iâll ever have a chance to see you like this.â
Yeosang closed his eyes, tipping his head back to allow Wooyoung more room. He hated to admit it, hated to even think about it, but heâd wanted Wooyoung too. Just as long and certainly with the same passion.Â
âThe best part of being evil is that I donât have to care about what others think or want. I can take as I please, if I have the means to. I can afford to be selfish all the time. Itâs a freedom that you donât have, right? Itâs the one thing I can hold against you. The one thing I can use to win. Thatâs all weâre supposed to think about, right? How to defeat each other?â Wooyoung continued, pressing another kiss against Yeosangâs neck. Hands settling against the olderâs thighs, he nipped at Yeosangâs skin, drawing another gasp.Â
âI donât want to think about winning tonight. If nothing, this would be a loss for me. Having you just this once and then never being able to do it again. Getting a taste of what Iâve been yearning for all this timeââ Wooyoung paused, a hitch in his breath before kissing Yeosangâs neck again. âJust finally getting you here, in my bed, in my arms. Itâs all Iâve wanted for years. But Iâll only get you this one time. And then thatâs it for me. Iâll have won the battle but lost the war, because I wonât be able to take it. Knowing that youâre just out of reach? Iâll lose everything. Because this is the only thing I want. This is the real reason why I brought you here. I wanted to have a chance with you⊠I didnât know if it would work. But I wanted to try.â
Yeosang drew his hands up to tangle in Wooyoungâs hair. It was too much, his mind was reeling. The younger had a point: theyâd never be able to do this again. They were supposed to hate each other, after all. Destined to battle until one of them won, died, even. Thatâs how these things worked. Thatâs what they were trained to do, what was written in the stars before they were even an idea.Â
Desire battled with guilt in the pit of Yeosangâs stomach. He knew it was wrong to want Wooyoung like this. Wooyoung was supposed to be his villain. Heroes werenât supposed to want their villains like this. Even in stories with love potions, those desires were superficial. It was selfish of him to want Wooyoung. It went against everything he was supposed to stand for. And yet, he didnât want to stop. Didnât want to let go.Â
âWhat if we switched roles tonight? I know you want me, too. Youâre not fooling me, Yeosang, I know how much Iâm affecting you. And I know youâre supposed to be selfless. You canât have a single want unless it serves someone else, right? But what if tonight, just this once, Iâm the selfless one, and you can have your own desires. Maybe itâll hurt less. You can tell everyone I manipulated you, convince yourself even, and I can try to shake it off and pretend that I let you turn me for a bit. We can pretend to everyone else that neither of us really wanted this. That we just got too far into each otherâs minds and convinced ourselves that this was how we could win. Maybe if we pretend that we arenât truly thinking, then maybe we can go on.â
Wooyoung pulled away at that moment. Yeosang looked at him, nearly sobbing at the sight of the tears pricking at the corners of the villainâs eyes. It hurt him, too, knowing the possibilities of what was happening, and knowing how much it would hurt Wooyoung later. Yeosang could go on. He could convince the Writers to help him find someone else and be happy that way. It was always supposed to work out for good in the end, wasnât it? Wooyoung wouldnât get that chance. This would be his one moment of happiness, the peak of his personal story. The one thing he truly wanted outside of what was written. And he was willing to give it up so that Yeosang could go on. Willing to allow it to happen, willing to lose his motivation, just for Yeosang.Â
What was it that Yeosangâs professor always said? Villains have no feelings, no empathy toward anyone, no morals. They only want to serve themselves.Â
But what if that was wrong? Yes, Wooyoung was still acting selfishly. Heâd be serving his desires either way, pretending or not. But heâd be acting selflessly as well. Heâd be serving Yeosangâs desires, too. Maybe the world wasnât as black and white as Gunhyeong had made it out to be. Maybe there were gray areas. Heroes and villains are still human, after all.Â
Wooyoung sniffled, then sighed. âWe shouldnât be doing thi-â
Yeosang surprised himself by leaning forward and kissing him. Based on the gasp that left Wooyoungâs still slightly parted lips, it must have surprised him too. But neither of them drew away. No, instead, they just pulled each other closer.Â
Wooyoung still tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, the very ones theyâd eaten only minutes before this all started. His lips were soft against Yeosangâs, mouth warm as the olderâs tongue slipped in. A soft sigh fell from his mouth before his hands reached out, searching for Wooyoungâs, holding them tight as their fingers clasped. He pulled away, looking into Wooyoungâs eyes.
âWe can worry about the moral dilemmas later. I just want you right now,â Yeosang rasped, leaning in for another kiss.
âGod, youâre going to be the death of me,â Wooyoung whispered right as his mouth met Yeosangâs.Â
The two of them let go of each otherâs hands in favor of wrapping their arms around each other. Yeosang let himself lean into Wooyoungâs embrace, holding tightly onto his shoulders while the youngerâs hands roam across Yeosangâs body.Â
If it was too much for him earlier, it was definitely too much for him now. He couldnât think of anything besides Wooyoung: his hands on Yeosangâs chest, their mouths pressed together, the moans that had begun to tumble from Wooyoungâs mouth. But he wouldnât lie and say he didnât enjoy it. That he was willing to let himself be selfish this once.Â
He clambered into Wooyoungâs lap, seating himself right on top of the red-haired manâs crotch. Wooyoung groaned into Yeosangâs mouth, pulling him closer and pressing his hips up. Yeosang began grinding on him, hands beginning to travel to Wooyoungâs waist to keep himself steady.
They kept going like that for a few minutes until Wooyoung stopped Yeosang to pick him up and lower him onto the bed. They continued kissing, slowly becoming more passionate as Wooyoung started grinding on Yeosang this time.Â
Suddenly, Wooyoung pulled back. Yeosang whined, reaching for his arms, but Wooyoung kept them out of reach.Â
âHave you ever tried anal before?â Wooyoung asked. Burning a bright red at the formerâs boldness, as if they hadnât been shamelessly grinding all over each other just moments before, he shook his head no.Â
âNoted. Have you ever⊠Shit, I probably shouldâve asked before. Are you a virgin?â Wooyoung asked again, pausing his descent back over Yeosang.
âN-no. I⊠Thereâs been one person,â Yeosang stuttered. It made sense that Wooyoung didnât know about JiU, his former girlfriend. Theyâd never spent a whole lot of time together before she and Yeosang broke up. Still, Yeosang was even redder than before, just remembering what had happened that one time. He probably shouldâve figured out that he wasnât straight that night, but alas, he was still in denial at the time.
âOnly one? Goddamn. I bet they were Good, too. Alright, well, time to rescue you from whatever purity-obsessed shit your parents subscribe to, I guess. Do you want me to ride you or do you want to have another first tonight?â Wooyoung asked, reaching out to caress Yeosangâs thigh again. He shivered at the contact, unsure of how to decide. On the one hand, the thought of Wooyoung fucking him into the bed was really tempting. On the other, he wasnât sure if he was really ready for it. After all, his only sexual experience was that one disaster, and it hadnât been with a man. Yeosang had never really considered the possibilities that he was currently facing since heâd never had a reason to.
âIâm not sure,â he said, looking away sheepishly.
âWhy donât we go slow then? I can suck you off until you decide if you want,â Wooyoung replied, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of Yeosangâs thigh. This time, the shiver that went through his body was one of happiness. He liked the thought of going slow.
âO-okay. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.â
âOoh, so eager. Mkay. Just lay backâyouâre already doing a great job of thatârelax, and let me suck the soul out of you,â Wooyoung said with a grin before crawling to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees. Yeosang snorted out a laugh, his nerves calmed for a second, until his heart rate jumped again at the feeling of Wooyoungâs tongue darting out to trace along the length of his shaft.
Yeosangâs head tipped back, a whimper escaping his throat. He tangled a hand in the sheets below him in preparation for what was to come, because that one touch was already the best thing heâd ever felt (besides the outline of Wooyoungâs cock underneath him when they made out earlier).Â
Wooyoung looked up at Yeosang, smirking when he saw the older manâs state. He reached up to hold Yeosangâs other hand before closing his other in a fist with the thumb tucked in.Â
Yeah, his past lovers may have liked the sound of him gagging, but that didnât mean Wooyoung had any interest in doing it again. Not that Yeosang had to know that.Â
Yeosang, surprised, nearly swatted away Wooyoungâs hand before realizing what he was trying to do. The moment of tenderness was shocking, still. He still was having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that yeah, Wooyoung wasnât an entirely terrible person. But he was touched (and not just literally). Warmth spread over his face as his fingers entwined with Wooyoungâs, blushing even harder when the younger man winked up at him.Â
âYou ready?â Wooyoung asked.
âY-yeah.â
Wooyoung didnât say a word in response, or in warning, before sinking directly onto Yeosangâs cock. A long, loud moan tore itself from Yeosangâs throat, prompting Wooyoung to try and take him deeper. Yeosang let go of the sheets in order to thread his fingers through the youngerâs hair, but gripped Wooyoungâs hand more tightly at the same time. Wooyoung hummed, sending shivers through Yeosangâs spine at the jolt of pleasure that results.
âFuck, Wooyoung-â
Wooyoung lifted off of Yeosang with a soft pop, then used his free hand to wrap around his cock. He spat directly onto the tip, watching carefully as it dripped down the length of Yeosangâs shaft. Yeosang whimpered at the sight, hips jumping when Wooyoungâs hand began to move up and down.Â
âOh? You like that?â Wooyoung asked, an eyebrow raised. Yeosang nodded frantically, stuttering as he tried to respond.
âCanât hear you, baby. Speak up for me?â
âF-faster. Please⊠it feels so g-good,â Yeosang whimpered, hips jumping again when Wooyoung squeezed a little bit.Â
âAs you wish.â
Wooyoungâs hand sped up as his mouth enveloped Yeosangâs tip again, another moan falling from his mouth. He sucked softly, a little bit harsher when they made eye contact, before lowering his hand towards the base and taking more of Yeosangâs cock into his mouth. He moaned, a bit of drool dripping down Yeosang as he did so, and took him even further in, hollowing his cheeks to coax another groan from Yeosang.Â
âWooyoung, fuck, feels so good. Youâre making me feel so good,â Yeosang moaned, trying not to let his hips jump up too much. Another moan released from Wooyoung, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through Yeosang. He let go of the sheets to reach for Wooyoungâs hair, whimpering when the younger man moans again.Â
âYou going to cum for me?â asked Wooyoung, pulling off of Yeosang with another soft pop. Yeosang started frantically nodding again, and Wooyoung let go of him. A whine fell from Yeosang, who tried to reach for Wooyoungâs now free hand.Â
âNot yet, pretty boy. I havenât even started fucking you yet. Donât you want to wait for that?â
Yeosangâs eyes widened and his breath hitched. Really, the thought of Wooyoung doing anything was getting him excited, but especially this new one.Â
âY-yes. I⊠I want to wait for that,â Yeosang said, trying not to whimper. Wooyoung smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against Yeosangâs thigh before climbing back onto the bed.Â
âSo. Did you decide?â
Yeosang blanked. Decide what� he wondered, wracking his mind for whatever it was he was supposed to decide on.
âDo you want me to ride you or do you want to try another firstâŠ?â Wooyoung began, raising an eyebrow. Yeosang blushed, unsure of what to say.
âOh, baby, you didnât decide? Was my mouth just that good?â Wooyoung teased, rubbing Yeosangâs left arm. âThatâs okay. Why donât we save the next few firsts for next time?â
Next timeâŠ? Wasnât this only supposed to be a one time thing? Yeosang, confused, looked up at Wooyoung. âI thought we were only⊠that this was just supposed to be this onceâŠâ
Wooyoung winced, looking a bit guilty at the strain of sadness in Yeosangâs voice. âIt is⊠but I meant in general. The next time you find yourself having sex. I would love for your next person to be me, but youâre right, we did agree it would just be once. And for this one time, I want to pleasure you in a way that youâre comfortable with. I want you to enjoy this, forget that itâs only one time. I donât want you to regret any of your firsts, so Iâm doing preemptive damage control and only allowing one today. Maybe thatâs too Good of me, but I care about you too much to be selfish.â
There they were again, both nearly crying from the reality of this situation. Yeosang took a deep breath, then pulled Wooyoung in for another kiss. Itâs deeper, more intimate than the others, and theyâre both gasping for air by the time they pull apart.Â
âYouâre right, we should enjoy this. I⊠I want you to feel good too. Will you be able to? If we skip the other first?â Yeosang whispered, looking up at Wooyoung through his lashes. The younger nearly whimpered at the sight, nodding before pulling him in for another, shorter kiss.Â
âYeah. Yeah, I will, baby. Donât worry about me, just lay back and let me make you feel good. Can you pass me one of the condoms on the bedside table?â Wooyoung asked, gently pushing Yeosang back down against the pillows. He nodded, reaching for a foil packet and handing it to Wooyoung. Yeosang bit his lip as Wooyoung ripped open the packet with his teeth, letting his gaze wander over the red-haired manâs body while he dealt with the condom. His breath hitched as he took in every little thing, from the way Wooyoungâs skin rippled over his abs to the muscles of his arms. It could very well be the last time they saw each other like this, and Yeosang didnât want to forget a single detail.Â
âReady?â Wooyoung asked, sliding the condom onto Yeosang after he nods. Yeosang whined, the feeling of Wooyoungâs hand on him again nearly too much after the build-up of anticipation.Â
âLet me know if you want to stop, okay?â
âI wonât want t-to,â Yeosang said, pulling Wooyoung in to kiss him. He tilted his head to get a better angle, gasping when Wooyoung cupped his face and kissed him harshly. Soft moans fill the room as they keep kissing, mainly from Yeosang as he let Wooyoung take over. A whimper escaped him when Wooyoungâs tongue slips into his mouth, his hands moving to thread his fingers through the youngerâs hair. Wooyoung explores Yeosangâs mouth very thoroughly, pulling him even closer to get a better angle and moaning when he feels Yeosangâs tongue brush against his.Â
Reluctantly, the two broke apart to gasp for air, eyes meeting.Â
âOkay, letâs do this,â Wooyoung said, then positioned himself above Yeosang. He slowly began to lower himself onto Yeosangâs cock, a soft moan escaping his lips once the older was inside of him.Â
âWait, wait, donât you need to prep-â
âNo, Iâm okay. Iâm definitely ready for this, Yeosang, donât worry. Plus, I love feeling stretched like this. Feels so d-damn good,â Wooyoung said, caressing Yeosangâs arm to reassure him. Yeosang nods, whimpering as Wooyoung sunk lower.
Both of them were very vocal messes when Wooyoung finished hilting himself on Yeosang. Eyes closed and head thrown back, Wooyoung started bouncing almost as soon as he met Yeosangâs thighs, moaning loudly.Â
âW-wooyoung⊠oh my GodâŠâ Yeosang moaned, reaching out to hold onto Wooyoungâs hips.Â
âI know⊠Fuck youâre so big,â Wooyoung whimpered, hands planted on Yeosangâs chest. A yelp escaped Wooyoung when the angle changed, Yeosangâs cock rubbing against his prostate. Both of them moaned even louder, Yeosang pulling Wooyoung down to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, more just the two of them panting and gasping into each othersâ mouths, but the intimacy was still there.Â
Yeosang had never felt this good in his entire life. It was almost overwhelming, just having Wooyoung like this. Feeling Wooyoung on his cock, hands on his chest, being able to just touch Wooyoung⊠it was almost too much. It felt perfect.Â
He didnât even realize how close he was when he came, hips jumping as his cock twitched inside of Wooyoung. Nearly screaming, a loud moan tore from his throat and his back arched while his eyes closed.Â
Wooyoung whined as he watched, bouncing harder while trying to reach his high. As soon as Yeosangâs climax ended, he reached out and wrapped a hand around the youngerâs cock, stroking it in time with his bounces. Wooyoung moaned, loudly, and came on Yeosangâs chest, whining from overstimulation as Yeosang kept touching him.Â
As the two of them came down, Wooyoungâs arms went weak and he collapsed onto Yeosang. The older man put his arms around Wooyoung, holding him close and trying to ignore the sticky cum between them.Â
It was peaceful.
Wooyoung
He felt warm. Happy and content. He hadnât felt that way in a while. Opening his eyes, he realized heâd fallen onto Yeosang, who was running his fingers through Wooyoungâs hair.Â
âYeosang,â he whispered. The older man hummed in response.
âWe should get you cleaned up.â
âMaybe,â Yeosang whispered. âBut I want to just lay here with you. I like it here. I want to cuddle.â
The loving tone of his voice melted Wooyoungâs heart. It made him almost forget what their roles were, what they were supposed to become. Maybe he could ignore it a little bit longer.
âWe can cuddle later. Letâs go shower first. The bathroom isnât that far away,â he said, sitting up. Yeosangâs cock was still nestled inside of him, so he slowly rose on his knees to get up before helping Yeosang off the bed.Â
Both of them stumbled towards the door, sheets wrapped around them to cover themselves without worrying about the hassle that was their clothing, discarding the condom in the trashcan on the way out. Wooyoung guided Yeosang to the bathroom, turning the water on before helping Yeosang out of the sheet.Â
Heâs so pretty, he thought. I want to keep him here. He didnât dwell on those thoughts any longer, stepping under the water and pulling Yeosang in with him.Â
The two of them showered in silence, save for Wooyoungâs soft, simple directions of âturnâ and âeyes closedâ while he washed Yeosangâs hair. He liked this. Liked the way Yeosang hummed happily, liked how close the older man was to him, liked when Yeosang leaned closer as Wooyoung pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek.Â
He wished they could stay like this.Â
âYoungie,â Yeosang mumbled, his face now buried against Wooyoungâs neck. âI wanna help you.â
âHelp me?â Wooyoung asked.
âYea. My head feels soft. Wanna make your head feel soft, too,â Yeosang mumbled again.
âSoftâŠ?â Wooyoung asked, wondering if maybe Yeosang had slipped into sub space. Heâd never been able to make someone do that before, and had no idea what to do. He began to panic a little bit, but his nerves immediately calmed when Yeosang reached for the shampoo bottle.
âYeah⊠my hairâs wet, so I canât tell too well, but itâs soft. I like. It feels good,â the older man mumbled again, opening the bottle. Wooyoung chuckled, then let Yeosang stand on his own.Â
âTurn.â
Wooyoung turned.
âEyes closed.â
His eyes closed.Â
âOkay. Donât fall over.â
âIâm not going to fall over, Yeosang.â
He really liked the feeling of Yeosang washing his hair. He nearly fell asleep, his worries melting away as he concentrated on Yeosangâs hands.Â
Theyâd both really miss it when Yeosang had to go.
So that night, neither of them talked about it. They just held each other close, Yeosang cuddling against Wooyoungâs chest in a way that should have hurt but only made the younger smile.Â
The rivalry would be a tomorrow problem. For now, they were just two people who loved each other. Even if that love shouldnât have existed, it bound them to each other, and neither of them wanted to change that.Â
Summary : Wooyoung invites his bestfriend over and wants to help him relieve some of his pain by giving him a massage. The night takes a different turn than what they both had in mind.
Its been over two hours since Yeosang arrived at Wooyoung's dorm and said boy lost count of how many times his bestfriend hissed in pain. Rolling his shoulders and reaching for the muscles to put pressure on them, in hopes to appease the strain even for just a few seconds. Sitting in different positions to adjust his legs or straighten his back, but as time goes on, nothing seems to work for yeosang. Eventually he grows irritated and slams his head back against the couch, groaning in annoyance.
Wooyoung sighs, feeling bad and hating to see him so frustrated. He lets the gears turn in his head while still keeping an eye on his friend, biting his lips in concentration. Suddenly, an idea pops up in his mind and he grins from ear to ear. He makes a quick movement to grab the remote and turns the television off, the action startling Yeosang and catching his attention instantly.
"Why'd you turn it off?" He asks with a curious expression, searching for the answer on Wooyoung`s face, but he finds himself frowning when the boy is giggling weirdly without saying anything. "Woo?"
"Oh yeah- Sorry! So umm.. I might have an idea." He stands from his position on the leather chair and goes to sit next to the wide eyed male, the smile never leaving his lips. "What is it?" Yeosang asks, raising an eyebrow in wonder. He is a bit unsure of Woo`s intentions, knowing him, it could be something completely crazy.
"A massage! I could help you relax Sangie." He tilts his head like an eager puppy as he waits for Yeosang's answer. Yeosang lets go of the breath he was holding, having expected something much worse. He chuckles in both relief and amusement, pushing at Wooyoung's arm playfully which results in the other cackling loudly, clearly pleased by Yeosang's non verbal response. He watches his exhausted friend rub the sleepiness from his baggy eyes, then leans forward as Yeosang opens his mouth to speak. "Yeah." He exhales heavily. "Actually that'd be a great idea, but are you sure you don't mind?"
Yeosang doesn't like to ask others for help, even when he needs it desperately. Wooyoung knows that and that's why he ruffles his bestfriend's hair and jumps from the sofa, extending his hand for Yeosang to take. He does just that and Woo pulls him up and all the way to his bedroom. He tells him to get comfortable on the bed as he prepares what he will need for the massage.
"You should take your clothes off while I do this, keep only your boxers on." Yeosang's hand freezes in place, the fingers holding the base of his shirt gripping the material tighter as he takes in a sharp breath. His ears turn a dark shade of red at the last few words. Yes, they have seen each other naked before, they're close and have known one another for so long that it shouldn't be getting him all flustered. But this time, it feels slightly different, the setting is somehow more.. intimate? Or sensual? "Oh- uh. Ok."
The moment Wooyoung hears those few shyly spoken words, he notices the uncertainty, the thighness in Yeosang's voice and the few wavering breaths he takes to compose himself. How could he not. After all this time, he learned how to read Yeosang to perfection. "You can keep your shorts on if it's more comfortable though. It was a suggestion. You know, it's just much easier to reach your thighs this way, but I can manage either way."
Wooyoung gives his whole attention to the boy as he speaks with a soft, reassuring tone, analysing his body language. How he refuses to look up, probably overthinking and getting himself worked up over nothing that should matter. "Sangie?" Yeosang's eyes finally come into focus at the sound of his name being called so sweetly and Wooyoung smiles to loosen the atmosphere. It seems to work when Yeosang nods with a grateful half smile and reaches for his shirt again, discarding it on the nightstand to the right side of the bed.
Wooyoung gathers the necessary products and items, placing them on top of the kitchen chair he dragged all the way in there while Yeosang finished undressing. He believes Yeosang is ready so he climbs the bed, kneeling to have more mobility and better range to his friend's body, but before he can move close, Yeosang sits up. Wooyoung watches as he gets down from the mattress and tugs at his shorts, slipping the piece of clothing off of his bottom and gently placing them with the rest of his outfit on the nightstand. Fully ready, he crawls back to the center of the bed and waits for Wooyoung's instructions. "Ok, ready."
"Uh, yeah." Wooyoung definitely expected him to keep the bottoms on, but Yeosang does surprise him from time to time. He grins dumbly at the thought of his friend being comfortable enough with him to be this vulnerable. "Lay on your stomach, I'll start with the back."
The light in the room is dimmed, Woo previously turned off every bright light and instead lit a few candles to help Yeosang relax further. The faint sugary and warm scent reaches Yeosang's nostrils and he sighs happily, body melting against the mattress and Wooyoung has to suppress a laugh so he doesn't break the peaceful moment. "Alright, don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything. Ok?"
Yeosang nods, face squished against the pillow. "Sure." His voice is muffled, but Wooyoung can distinguish that it already sounds a bit more relaxed which makes him smile triumphantly. He settles next to the boy's upper body, having decided to proceed from the top-down and back-front, which means it begins with the neck and shoulders.
His fingers press deliciously against Yeosang's tense muscles and the more pressure he adds, the more vocal his bestfriend becomes. He groans and whines at the temporary pain, becoming like putty under Woo's touch. "Wow, Youngie. Feels s-so good." He Stammers, dazed from the sudden relief in his body and he gets a chuckle in response.
Wooyoung loosens knots after knots and eventually switches to his arms, rubbing and kneading the skin with his skillful fingers. He massages from the top of his shoulders to the tip of his fingers, taking his sweet time to take care of the boy properly. "Still good?" He asks, just to make sure and Yeosang answers with a hum.
Woo squeezes more oil in his palm, closing the cap of the bottle before rubbing his hands together to warm up the liquid. He then places them at the very bottom of Yeosang's back and starts spreading the oil. His fingers caress his skin with a light touch at first, he uses a calmer approach before pressing harder and Yeosang yelps when he manages to find a particularly tight spot. "Shit, that must've hurt so bad huh? Don't worry, I'll make it all better."
Everything was going well, but it takes an abrupt turn when Wooyoung uses more strength the moment he reaches his lower back. Somehow it pushes him against the mattress and Yeosang has to open his eyes, realising his situation. He blushes hard and tries hiding his face in the pillow when he feels blood rushing to his dick.
The way Wooyoung is pressing his hips down each time, holding him down in the same spot for a few seconds before sliding his fingers back up, is practically making Yeosang grind against the cushy mattress underneath him. No matter how badly he tries to ignore it, his body responds to the friction pretty eagerly. He attempts to calm himself, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat, but it's no use as Wooyoung keeps the massage going.
He tries pushing his hips out at the same time Woo presses him down, but his friend quickly catches on to it, getting it all confused. "Sangie relax, you're so tense." He shocks Yeo by straddling the back of his thighs unexpectedly, his breath catching in his throat, waiting for the next move.
He feels hands on his lower back and his eyes roll to the back of his head as Wooyoung uses his weight to press onto him, his cock becomes trapped between the soft skin of his stomach and the thin layer of clothing that blocks direct contact with the fluffy blanket underneath. He can feel his body burn up, pleasure creeping upon him. "There, that must've been why you were so tense right. Want me to keep going?"
He repeats the same movements for what feels like an eternity and Yeosang can't even form words, too flustered from the unexpected situation. He bites into the pillow pressed against his face to hide his moans, but a few manage to escape nonetheless. "Mmmh! Woo- Aaah."
Wooyoung takes it as a positive sign, having no clue that he is making his bestfriend feel a way he never felt before. It hypes him up actually and that's why he spends even more time massaging this specific area.
Yeosang can feel himself get closer to release and he starts to panic, his whole body is about to become rigid, but to his luck, Wooyoung abruptly gets off of him. "Fuck, Sangie." Even the trembling in his body stops at Wooyoung's interruption. He tries to come up with an apology, an excuse, anything that won't make Wooyoung leave him because of how disgusting he is.
He gasps sharply as Wooyoung's palm collides with his ass cheek and gulps when his dick twitches embarrassingly hard from the sting. He whines at the burning feeling it leaves, but has to pretend to laugh with his friend so he doesn't grow suspicious. "Shit, sorry! You've been working out so hard. It looks good Yeo." He chuckles once more, before making his way towards Yeosang's legs.
He immediately starts with the feet, massaging slowly and deeply. Yeosang can finally calm down, only hoping for his boner to go down before he has to lay on his back and expose himself to Woo. Unfortunately he doesn't get any slack, because Wooyoung grows more touchy and starts to squeeze the meat of his thighs between his veiny fingers, kneading the flesh with a lot of interest.
"W-wooyoung." Yeosang calls for him, his voice trembling, trying to get the boy's attention so he can tell him to be more gentle with his thighs since they're more sensitive. To his bad luck, still affected by earlier, his voice comes out as a strained whisper and Wooyoung doesn't hear.
He massages from the ankles to the back of his thighs and sometimes his fingers even poke underneath the soft material of his boxers. Yeosang shivers in response, Wooyoung's fingertips graze the crease of his ass cheeks and it leaves him shaking once more. It somehow feels like Wooyoung's intentions are dirty, like he knows what he is doing to Yeosang, but it doesn't even reach his mind that his touch might be arousing.
Woo is taking his sweet time over a particular area that makes Yeosang close his eyes, desperately attempting to shake off the dirty thoughts from his mind. This is way too much, too real and he's becoming even more sensitive the more Wooyoung touches him.
Wooyoung begins to notice the way Yeosang clenches the sheets underneath him, how is body is trembling beneath his touch and the way he tries to squeeze his thighs together whenever he reaches inside his boxers with the tip of his fingers. And he hears it, the whimpers coming out of Yeosang's lips, he can easily tell that he sometimes bites the pillow to drown his noises. But Woo doesn't think Yeosang is reacting because he is turned on, he believes that he is simply enjoying the massage. If only he knew. "You feeling ok?"
Yeosang is ashamed, he feels so bad for his best friend. He shouldn't be aroused and his dick shouldn't be painfully hard, leaking inside of his underwear. Wooyoung is so precious to him and if he knew what Yeosang is thinking of right now, he might never want to speak to him again. He is such an asshole for making this an uncomfortable situation for Wooyoung, when all he wanted was to give his friend a massage, to help him relax and feel better.
Tears well up in his eyes and he doesn't realize Wooyoung just talked to him, he doesn't feel the mattress dip before Wooyoung leaves the bed. Not until he feels a cold hand on his back. "It's time to lay on your back, turn around for me Sangie."
Wooyoung has left to gather a towel so he could put it underneath Yeosang, hoping to prevent his back from staining the blanket with oil. He patiently waits for Yeosang to follow his directives, but notices it takes him much more time than it should. What he finds the weirdest is that his friend stays seated in an awkward and seemingly uncomfortable half seated position.
"There, you can lie down now." He turns to arrange the oils and some of the products he brought just in case, they're already a mess on the chair. Once his attention is back on Yeosang, his smile disappears, a frown replacing it. "Hey what's going on?"
Yeosang is hiding his face behind his hands, fingers shaking and doing a poor job at masking the tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. His body jumping in time with the small hiccups leaving him and his legs are propped up, like he is trying to hide something.
Wooyoung reaches for his forearms and very softly, attempts to pull his hands away from himself. Yeosang lets him, looking away with a guilty expression, which makes Wooyoung frown in wonder. "Why are you crying Sangie? Did I do something wrong?" A sharp sob escapes his bestfriend this time as he begins to cry harder, like the sentence affected him physically.
Wooyoung shushes him, pulling him up by his arms and embracing him tightly. He doesn't let go for at least two long minutes, Yeosang's cries slowly dying down. That is until Wooyoung shifts his posture slightly and his eyes widen as his hand comes in contact with something hard and wet. "I'm so s-sorry Woo- I can't- I'm-"
"Shh, stop it. It's fine." He lets go of the hug, putting enough distance between him and Yeosang so the boy can see and listen to him well. "There's nothing you should be sorry about, ok? This is normal, Yeo. It's probably because it's been so long since someone touched you, you must be really sensitive that's all."
Yeosang's lower lip trembles and he nods, embarrassed. "I didn't think I would react like this, you know, you.. you're a guy. Why am I-" He looks at his hard appendage and Wooyoung follows his gaze, eyebrows rising at how hard it looks. His cock pokes against the thin material and it looks like it's so tight it could burst, not forgetting about the wet patch over the tip forming dangerously big into his grey boxers. Wooyoung didn't know one's dick could leak so much. "That's not a problem. Maybe you're too touch deprived or maybe you're discovering a new side to your preferences, either way, it's alright."
He reassures him and Yeosang nods slowly, trying to relax once again. They stay in silence for a couple more seconds before Yeosang gulps. "Should we stop?" He asks, uncertainly. He still feels ashamed and he doesn't want Wooyoung to feel uncomfortable, but his muscles ache a lot and he hopes his bestfriend won't put a stop to their session. "What, no! I mean.. unless you don't want to keep going?"
"I.. want to-" Wooyoung claps his hands, startling Yeo a little and before he can comprehend what's happening, Woo pushes him down, practically manhandling him onto his back. He gets tugged closer to Wooyoung by his legs, being put in whatever position he wants him in. It's like Wooyoung forgot completely about their conversation, continuing his mission which is to massage him until he is a puddle of relaxation.
"Don't be scared to react, I want you to. You can trust me, I really don't mind. As long as you feel better." Wooyoung's kindness is unimaginable, it makes butterflies errupt in Yeosang's stomach and he doesn't know if it is a good thing. "Ok Youngie, I'll try."
"I'll start with the legs this time." He chooses to because he believes it might let Yeosang some time to calm down, he never saw the boy this affected by something and he starts to feel a bit aroused himself, getting hotter by the second.
While sliding his fingers from Yeosang's feet to his thick thighs, Wooyoung's curiosity gets the best of him, he can't help but take a quick glance at his friend's hard on. Yeosang is too preoccupied to notice, doing his best to make his erection go down by taking deep breaths. The room is filled with the sound of the gentle glide of skin against skin and Yeosang's heavy breathing mixed with Wooyoung's more controlled one.
Wooyoung wasn't expecting for his eyes to widen at the sight of the painfully looking hard dick threatening to tear the fabric of Yeo's underwear. He was especially not expecting for his own cock to harden at the sight of his friend being so sensitive to his touch. He watches Yeosang's reactions completely from now on. Liking the way his thighs tense when Wooyoung finally massages them with a firm grip and how he tries to close them without realizing his own actions.
Wooyoung puts even more effort into making the boy more sensitive, his fingers moving dangerously close to the bottom of his boxers, the tips slightly poking underneath the material. Yeosang's whole body shivers at the unexpected touch and he whimpers as his dick twitches and even more precum stains his underwear right over the tip.
Wooyoung gulps at the sight, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. Yeosang's eyes finally open at the newly wet feeling and he looks like he's about to cry in embarrassment, once again apologizing. "M'sorry Woo-" He whines this time as fingers graze the side of his balls, Wooyoung fully inserts his hands in his boxers each time he reaches the hem of the leg holes. He goes from the feet, to his thighs, then inside.
Woo repeats the same action over and over, growing addicted to the way Yeosang squirms under his touch. "W-wooyoung, what are y-aah~" He asks with a shaky and unsure voice, before his own soft moan cuts him off. Wooyoung only answers innocently and tells him to let back and enjoy the massage. Yeosang looks like he is about to burst, his boxers are getting wetter the more Wooyoung touches him and it's becoming dangerously close to his leaking hard cock.
Yeosang can sense the atmosphere change drastically, but he can't tell if it's because he's the one who's aroused. "I'll move onto your arms now." Wooyoung should be moving to his torso next, but he feels like he should keep it for last and proceeds with his arms beforehand.
Yeosang doesn't respond the same way to getting his arms massages and Wooyoung finds out he also prefers other places, but he gives his best nonetheless. He gives his arms just as much attention, because Yeosang needs it anyways and he also needs to keep both of their arousal to a minimum level.
Yeosang's should be softening by the time Wooyoung finishes with his arms, but he can't help anticipating what's going to be next and it makes him even harder to imagine how his friend will proceed. And he knows Wooyoung told him not to worry, but it still feels wrong since it is only an innocent, platonic massage he's given.
"All good?" Wooyoung suddenly asks him and his friend nods frantically, failing to appear composed like he hoped he would and Woo pretends not to notice his eagerness. "Like I said earlier, don't be embarrassed. Your chest and stomach next."
Wooyoung unexpectedly pours oil all over Yeosang's abdomen and the poor sensitive boy's stomach convulses uncontrollably at the contact of the cold substance. He gasps and tries to calm the fast beating of his heart, but fails pretty miserably. Usually Wooyoung would have poured the oil in his hands first and rubbed his hands together to warm it up, but he wants to tease Yeosang and get him worked up even more.
Noticing how pant up and tense his bestfriend really is, Wooyoung tries to hide his smirk and he starts massaging his lower stomach, letting his fingers press the boy's skin. Yeosang's breath becomes shaky, his chest rising and falling faster with each slide of Woo's skillful fingers. "That's it, let yourself feel good Yeo." He says sincerely, but there is a hint of something more in his voice. Yeosang can't pinpoint what it is, especially not when Wooyoung's hands are brushing so close to the tip of his cock, which is tucked under the waistband of his boxers.
Wooyoung works his way up to his abs and to his chest, carefully circling the boy's nipples so he doesn't accidentally make him even more agitated. Yeosang keeps whispering small sorrys when his reactions are uncontrolled, which is every minute or so. Like when he whimpers and he arches slightly off the bed or when his hands reach up to hold onto Wooyoung's veiny forearms when his fingers dance too close to his dick. "Want me to stop?" Wooyoung giggles lowly, teasing him.
"N-no ohh ahh!" He can barely respond and Wooyoung laughs openly then. "When me to slow down?" He asks with a sultry tone this time, biting his lips. Yeosang shakes his head no, closing his eyes in shame and turning away from his friend so he doesn't have to face him. Wooyoung only smiles and tells him that it's ok, rubbing his stomach affectionately. "Just close your eyes and breathe." He tells Yeosang reassuringly while he massages his torso again.
He starts over from his pecs, but he isn't careful about not touching his nipples this time. He purposely grazes them and Yeosang shudders in response, eyes fluttering open at the sudden sensitivity. Wooyoung coos, faking an apology, but continuing his bold actions. Yeosang feels his skin prickling at the oversensitivity and because of his hard dick that is becoming too much to bear. He feels like he could cum untouched and he fears it might just happen if Wooyoung keeps on touching him so sensually.
Wooyoung's hands glide down to his lower stomach so slowly that he can feel the texture of his fingers against his skin. His hands come back up along his ribcage and down again, making sure to rub his erected nipples along the path. He goes all the way down to his boxers and Yeosang moans uncontrollably at the intense feeling.
His noises are shaky and half suppressed from his attempts to keep his reactions down. But Wooyoung doesn't stop, he repeats the action over and over until Yeosang is a panting mess and moans keep spilling from his red plumpy bitten lips.
Wooyoung tests the water further by sliding his fingers inside Yeosang's boxers until it almost surrounds the base of his cock and Yeosang's back arches off the bed. Woo falls in love with the way his best friend writhes under his touch and decides to adjust their position.
He puts a pillow under Yeosang's legs, lifting them up slightly and making it so that his thighs are parted. Wooyoung places himself next to Yeosang's upper body, making it so that he has just the right angle to reach inside the boy's underwear, but he has no intention to touch his cock just yet. He decides he wants to keep teasing him until he breaks.
Woo starts off again, this time rubbing the poor whining mess of a boy's nipples, pinching the sensitive buds between his fingers until he is arching off the bed. He rubs them until Yeosang is so overwhelmed that he can't keep quiet anymore. "What's go-oing on?" To which Wooyoung tells him that it's only part of the massage and that he should just lay back and enjoy.
He reassures him by saying that they can stop anytime he wants, but Yeosang pleads with him to keep going. "No! Please- j-ahh! Keep going please~" Woo smirks and Yeosang doesn't catch it because his eyes are closed once again. The intensity of the whole situation makes it hard for him to think straight. He is lost in pleasure and he feels like he is tiptoeing right over the edge, his orgasm so close, but no matter how badly he needs it, he can't cross over.
Meanwhile, Wooyoung takes it upon himself to keep torturing the boy, his own dick twitching in his sweatpants but he ignores it to focus on Yeo. His fingers keep getting closer and closer to Yeosang's cock, but they never make contact with it, leaving the other wanting more and more each time. "Can I take these off?" Woo asks the dazed boy and he dumbly nods his head, biting his lips in anticipation and not losing a second before lifting his hips up.
It looks like Yeosang came multiple times inside his boxers, but he didn't once, he managed to make it this wet with his precum only. Wooyoung reaches for the band of Yeo's underwear and tugs them down painfully slowly, his dick slaps against his stomach heavily, more precum oozing out from the stimulation and Wooyoung groans at the sight.
His cock is hard as rock, veins popping out on the sides and the tip is an angry red almost purple shade, precum keeps coming out leaking like a mini waterfall, the liquid already forming a puddle in the crease of his stomach and Wooyoung wonders how it is possible that Yeosang didn't cum, really fucking intensely at that.
He huffs as he undresses the boy completely, Yeosang complies by lifting both legs and settling them back down while trembling once Wooyoung pulls them all the way off. His body trembles so much that it feels like there's a constant earthquake.
He suddenly gasps, groaning weakly at Wooyoung's curious and startling touch. The pad of his index finger makes contact with one of the veins underneath his cock and Yeosang's hips jolt up unstably to get more friction. Wooyoung is quick to pin them to the bed with one hand, letting the rest of his fingers caress all the way to the swollen tip, only to stop abruptly. Yeosang lets out a long and needy whine, mouth slack as his hips still convulse, in search of any type of friction.
Wooyoung pretends that he didn't hear it, but he subtly presses his eyes shut after he squeezes his own cock to relieve some pressure, sighing in content. Yeosang must be so frustrated to not have any relief for such a long time, especially since Woo has been working him up. He could make him cum, but he decides to keep teasing him and see how much he can take.
He continues where he left, sliding his fingers along Yeosang's skin, his hand rubbing at the lowest part of his stomach and even as Yeosang's dick comes in contact with the back of his hand, he pretends like he is just giving him a regular massage. After a few minutes of repeating the same motion, Yeosang is breathing hard and fast like he is just about to have the most intense orgasm of his life. So Wooyoung adverts his hands and switches places, taking position between his thighs.
He alternates every time Yeosang is just about to cum and the boy ends up crying from the sadistic way Wooyoung is treating him. Tears streaming down his face as he is too weak to say or do anything. Wooyoung enjoys the torture a little too much, but he finally decides to make Yeosang feel even better and he slowly makes his way closer to his bestfriend's cock.
He is seated next to his upper body, his fingers reaching the tip and he rubs the head softly, circling it gently and Yeosang cries out loudly. "Please W-woo." He begs Wooyoung to give him more, but the boy isn't finished with him. "Shhh patience."
He goes back to massaging his torso, rubbing his lower stomach as if there was a stain he wanted to erase, using the precum that gathered at the tip of Yeosang's cock as oil. The head of his dick keeps making contact with Wooyoung's hands while he slides them underneath his hard member, trying to reach the base to give it a small squeeze. "There we go."
Yeosang's eyes roll to the back of his head and his back arches, thighs clenching to attempt getting some friction on his balls or anything. Wooyoung keeps his hands right there, massaging the base of his cock and grabbing it firmly from time to time.
Yeo's dick is twitching like crazy and it signals Wooyoung that he is right on the edge, so close to cumming only for his orgasm to be taken away when Woo stops completely.
At this point, Yeosang's cheeks are drenched in tears and Wooyoung finally takes pity on the boy. He moves so he can place himself at Yeosang's thighs once more, his intentions different now. Yeosang thinks that he will edge him again and deprive him of yet another orgasm, so he trashes in his hold. "Shh, shh. Calm down, baby. I'll make you feel good."
Wooyoung goes to sit on top of Yeosang's thighs so that the other can't thrust into his hands, he has the intention to give him the best handjob of his life. He gently grabs a hold of Yeosang's cock with one hand and starts caressing along the length with his fingers at a slow pace with the other. Yeosang's hands fly up at the long needed stimulation and it not being enough, he attempts to touch himself over Wooyoung, but the other swats his them away and keeps having his way with him.
Yeosang's cock tingles, already feeling so close from the faint touches. He still tries to fight Wooyoung into letting him touch himself, but his friend only stops, letting go of his dick. Yeosang cries at the loss of contact, but moans when Wooyoung pins both of his arms by his wrists over his head. He only uses one hand to do so and it makes Yeosang shiver, he didn't know Woo was so strong.
His other hand carefully, but firmly wraps around his throat and Yeosang lets out a choked gasp, a few drops of precum dripping on his belly. Woo's fingers tighten, feeling the vibrations of Yeosang's moans against his fingers. "I know I was being a tease and you really need to cum, but I need you to be a good boy for me and wait just a little longer. I promise it will be worth it." His voice is husky and filled with arousal, leaving Yeosang all limp under his body.
"I need an answer Sangie." Yeosang nods hurriedly, trying to speak, but nothing comes out from the pressure of Woo's hand. Wooyoung chuckles and leans down, pressing every inch of his body against the vulnerable boy underneath, his clothes cock brushing against Yeosang's and they both groan at the contact. Warmth radiates from both of them, the tension as high as ever.
Wooyoung licks Yeosang's bottom lip, the boy opening his mouth in response and Woo can't resist kissing him. He bites the other's lips before pressing his own firmly against them. The taste of sweet raspberry cheesecake Yeosang ate before the whole massage situation still lingering in his mouth and Wooyoung's tongue pokes at it, wanting to taste more. He obediently parts his lips for his best friend and Wooyoung tongue fucks his mouth very lewdly, almost reaching the back of his throat. "Fuuck you taste so fucking good~" Wooyoung groans against his mouth, between kisses that follow.
Wooyoung feels Yeosang's fingers gripping his hair tightly and it only pushes him to become less in control. His cock becoming the hardest it has ever been and it's starting to leak precum too. His sweats are doing a poor job at containing the clear substance.
Yeosang is overwhelmed, so much that he doesn't even realize his hips are thrusting against Wooyoung, said boy dry humping the sensitive male bellow and forgetting how close he actually is. That is until Yeosang suddenly whips away from him and he whimpers endlessly, shaking and tensing up. Wooyoung finally sees that he has parted Yeosang's legs, wrapping them around his waist and positioning himself so that the tip of his clothed dick would rub against Yeosang's bare hole.
Yeosang lets his arms rest against the cushy material, instantly gripping the sheets with all of his strength, but before he can orgasm, Wooyoung sits up. "No, no- no! N-no, you sa-sai- Ahhh!"
Wooyoung doesn't give him any time to finish his sentence, wrapping his hand around the oversensitive dick at the same time he straddles Yeosang's lap like he did before and he pumps at a fast unexpected pace, his other hand coming to join soon after. Yeosang moans and whines loudly, gasping for breath as his chest rises and falls uncontrollably fast, drool dripping down the sides of his mouth. Since Wooyoung is seated on top of him, his attempt to get away from the too intense handjob is in vain and he has to lay back and take it. His whole body shakes, feeling like it's on fire, a tingly feeling forming all the way inside of him, reaching the tip of his dick to the deepest part of his brain.
He can't think anymore, numb to anything but the pleasure rising in his stomach like it never did before. Wooyoung would be concerned for Yeo if the situation was any different, his whole body spasming and his head thrown back as no sound escapes his mouth, probably in too much pleasure to even be able to let any sound out. "That's it baby, cum for me, make a mess all over yourself yeah?"
His orgasm hits him so hard that he screams, cum shooting out of his wet cock in long heavy spurts, some even reaching his neck and chin. It is almost never ending as the white substance keeps oozing out of Yeosang's dick, Wooyoung keeps stroking the spent boy to milk him of every last drop. It lasts for so long that he doesn't even realize when another orgasm is ripped out of him, but almost nothing comes out this time, nothing left in his balls. "Oh fuck, that was so hot. I almost creamed my pants."
He can faintly hear Wooyoung's voice, eyes squinting even in the darker room. He feels a hand caress his cheek, the weight on top of him disappears and he doesn't know why, but panic immediately rises in his chest. "Wait- Woo!" He calls out, voice raspy from all the noises. Wooyoung quickly hugs him.
He pulls him up from his laid down position with his whole strength, holding him tighter against his chest and Yeosang slumps tiredly against him. "I've got you, I'm not going anywhere." He tries to reassure Yeosang, himself not being used to giving this kind of treatment to anyone.
Seonghwa told him about aftercare once, he had told him to praise the person and make sure they felt safe and calm after an intercourse. Wooyoung attempts to do it for Yeosang, since he knows how intense all of it was. It was for him too, even though he didn't cum and surprisingly he doesn't even mind. His whole attention to Yeosang and his wellbeing only.
"You did so well, looked so pretty for me. I loved touching you, thank you for letting me Sangie." He kisses the top of head and he feels Yeo hum against his chest, making him giggle softly.
Yeosang suddenly parts from Wooyoung, looking alerted for someone who was supposed to be calm. His next words make Wooyoung smile softly. "You didn't cum. Right?" He asks shyly, with a hint of guilt.
Wooyoung knows he must feel bad for not making him feel good too, but it was only supposed to be about Yeosang's pleasure anyways. He tries to explain that to Yeosang and tells him he doesn't need release, that pleading him was enough. "Don't worry about me."
"But you're still hard." He says almost whispering, like he is shy to say the word even after everything that just happened. Wooyoung shakes his head, confirming that it will go down eventually, but Yeosang whines. "I want to touch you too." He says it so innocently that Wooyoung groans and curses under his breath.
"You don't have to baby-" He tries to reassure Yeosang once more, but he groans when his friend's hand wraps around his clothed cock and squeezes like he had done to him before. "Oh- fuck Sangie. Are you sure?" Yeosang strokes him through his pants and it's Wooyoung's turn to moan uncontrollably, throwing his head back and bearing his neck to the hungry boy.
Yeosang straddles his laps, attaching himself to Wooyoung's neck and sucking at the skin mercilessly, biting from time to time which makes Woo wince and fuck up into his fist. "Wooyoung~" Yeosang moans against his throat. His stomach flutters at the way Wooyoung cants his hips up into now both of his hands, it's almost like he is fucking him since Yeosang is sitting on top of him.
Wooyoung can't even stop, the pleasure is too good and it's like something took possession over him. When Yeosang takes his hands off, Wooyoung's head comes back forward and his eyes come back into focus. "Why'd you stop?" He asks with pouty lips and Yeosang bites his own, trying to hide a smile.
"Just wanna take these off." He tugs at Woo's sweatpants and underwear at the same time, lowering them until his whole cock is uncovered and Yeosang salivates at the beautiful sight. "So pretty." Wooyoung laughs at Yeosang's words, but quickly chokes on his own saliva when Yeosang's fingers wrap around his bare cock this time, feeling every ridge and the texture of his skin.
Wooyoung's dick is longer and thicker than Yeosang's and it's veiny, the tip round and sensitive. Yeosang moans as a bead of pearly white precum oozes out when he squeezes the base, like his friend did to him earlier. He reaches for the substance with his index and middle finger, gathering it on the tips and bringing it up to his mouth, sucking at the digits and Wooyoung cries out at the dirty action. He desperately needs to cum now, having gone too long with his balls full and ready to burst.
He tries to hump his way into Yeosang's hand and the boy complies, forming a tight ring around his cock and letting Wooyoung fuck into it like a desperate slut. Wooyoung can't stop his hips from thrusting up, ignoring the burning sensation in his muscles and he is glad he did because Yeosang pretends he is riding him. Wooyoung stills and lies on his back before continuing his motion.
Yeosang strokes him a few times in rhythm with his thrust and Wooyoung loses it, he grips Yeosang's thighs tightly and pulls him hard towards him. Yeosang ends up with his ass cheeks parted over Wooyoung's dick and he practically fucks Yeosang without penetration. Yeosang is still sensitive from the session and the way Wooyoung is rubbing his cock against his virgin hole is making him shiver. "So good for me Yeo."
"Such a pretty boy. Gonna cum all over your tight hole- fuck! Wish I could fill you up~" Yeosang moans, wishing Wooyoung could fuck him too, so badly. "Love you, Woo." He whimpers as he strokes his own cock. Wooyoung quickly notices and fucks even harder against his hole.
They both cum at the same time, Wooyoung's hips slowing down as the waves of pleasure dissipate, but Yeosang looks like he is too sensitive to keep jerking himself off even though he's still orgasming. He is growing frustrated, because he needs more and can't give it to himself. "Let me help love."
Wooyoung sits up, pulling Yeosang closer by holding him with one arm wrapped around his waist and with his free hand he engulfs Yeosang's trembling fingers with his own, tightening the grip and feeling the cock twitch. He guides and helps Yeosang to pump himself slowly. "I love you too Sangie. So fucking much." He whispers against Yeosang's ear and they both keep stroking until Yeosang's orgasm reaches its end.
Their bodies become limp against one another and they breathe heavily, before wooyoung giggles which triggers Yeosang to start laughing too. They look into each other's eyes, not believing what just happened, but oh, so happy it did. Yeosang kisses Wooyoung this time, a kiss full of love.
It's slow and careful, almost so that Wooyoung doesn't turn into dust and gets swept away. Wooyoung's hands hold Yeosang's hips and he tries to pull him even closer if possible, letting Yeosang lead the kiss.
They part to breathe and Wooyoung smiles while admiring Yeosang's beauty, which makes the boy blush and hide in his neck. Wooyoung cackles and says playfully. "I just made you cum three times and you get shy on me?" To which Yeosang turns red like a tomato. Guess some things will never change.
obsessed with the idea of yeosang worshipping wooyoung's body. wooyoung monitors himself, he sees himself next to his members, he has moments of doubt where all he sees his thickness where others are thin and he doesn't see his worth. yeosang holds him, hugs him, touches him, kisses him and shows him how much he loves his body. yeosang has wooyoung against the wall of their dorm room, lips and teeth on his neck.
"you're so beautiful," yeosang murmurs against his skin. wooyoung isn't sure he believes him.
yeosang kisses along his neck, hands scrambling desperately at his shirt to get it off already. his hands cup wooyoung's pecs, gripping and squeezing like they're tits, and wooyoung is about to complain when yeosang moans and swoops down to seal his mouth over his nipple.
yeosang sucks and nips and his eyes roll back in his head, and wooyoung can't get over how yeosang looks in this moment, completely absorbed with sucking on wooyoung's tits like he's never had anything quite so amazing in his mouth ever.
"fuck," yeosang groans, squeezing where his hands still grip wooyoung's soft flesh. "you're so fucking hot."
wooyoung whines, eyes slipping shut as yeosang descends his body, trailing his lips and teeth and tongue down his torso, over his stomach, across his hips.
"i love how soft you are," yeosang assures him for the hundredth time. "look--"
yeosang takes wooyoung's hand and guides it down until he cups yeosang's crotch. he's so hard, wooyoung can feel him through his jeans, and he moans, bucking into the touch.
"look at what you do to me."
it's hard to ignore when yeosang is panting against his neck, grinding into his palm.
wooyoung whines. "yeosangie, please."
their pants are undone within seconds, hands scrambling to shove the offending clothing down their thighs just enough to get their cocks out. yeosang takes wooyoung's cock in hand, thumbing over his slit.
"touch me," he tells him. "i want to see you cum."
wooyoung obeys easily, gripping yeosang's cock as they begin to stroke each other, foreheads pressed together.
"wooyoung-ah," yeosang mumbles. "wooyoung-ah."
they look into each others' eyes, mouths open and panting as they jerk each other off. wooyoung is caught between looking at his fist stroking yeosang's cock and yeosang's face, his brows drawn together in both concentration and overwhelming pleasure.
"i'm close," yeosang says, causing a whine to slip from wooyoung's mouth. he moves his hand faster, twisting his wrist on every upstroke and teasing the head of his cock. yeosang growls, surging forward to crash his mouth against wooyoung's, teeth clashing and tongues sliding together instantly. wooyoung nods, whimpers, and increases the speed of his hand. he bucks his own hips, fucking into yeosang's hand.
"i'm close, too" wooyoung whispers. his eyes drop from yeosang's to watch with awe where they're touching each other, overwhelmed with how much love he feels pouring out of yeosang's every move, every touch, every look he spares wooyoung.
"i love you, wooyoungie, i love you so much. you're so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy and i- oh- want to touch you and fuck you and see you cum every day for the rest of my life. cum for me, sweetheart, please."
they cum into each others' hands, moaning sweet nothings and praise into each others' mouths, foreheads pressed together and panting into each others' space. wooyoung looks at yeosang and sees the stars in his eyes, sees the sparkle and life and admiration, and he feels loved and beautiful under his gaze.
overview: shower sex..... what else is there to say
cw: smut. canon compliant, handjob and oral sex, nearly getting caught and/or cockblocked by your hyung because you canât keep it in your pants for one goddamn morning. implied poly woosansang as with most things i write.
wc: ~900
authorâs note: i remember this came to me in the shower one day. found it as a blurb in my google docs months later.
The morning is quiet and Yeosang is up early. Heâs getting in the shower and intends to have a long, warm shower since they don't have schedules this morning. Seonghwa can fuck off if he also decides to wake up early today.
Heâs barely been in the bathroom for five minutes when thereâs a knock on the door. There is only one person it would be. Yeosangâs hand is under the spray of water, testing the temperature, and he doesnât look behind him as he tells his boyfriend to come in.
Wooyoung announces that he wants to join Yeosang in the shower. He has this ldevious ook in his eyes and Yeosang knows he can't resist him. And, well, there are no schedules this morning - they have time.
They kiss under the warm water, wash each other sweetly and slowly, touching softly, cherishing. Itâs slightly too warm for Yeosangâs liking, but he knows itâs just the temperature that Wooyoung likes, so he doesnât complain. Yeosang brushes wet, black hair from Wooyoungâs face, admiring him. Wooyoung smiles, soft with no teeth, and itâs sweet, endearing, until Yeosang turns around and suddenly Wooyoung is pressed up against his back. He did expect this, sure, but that doesnât make it much less surprising that it happened so quickly. They just finished washing each other.
Already impatient in the two and a half seconds since Yeosang turned away from him, Wooyoung starts whining and kissing the back of his neck, hands running up and down his sides with too-warm water between them. Wooyoungâs hands drift lower to Yeosangâs ass, but Yeosang quite frankly does not feel like letting Wooyoung have his way with him this morning.
Yeosang turns back around and sees his boyfriendâs dark eyes and kisses him firmly, holds his hips and pulls their bodies flush together. Between them, he can feel that Wooyoung is hard already and is moaning easily, eager, tilting his head to allow Yeosang to dip his tongue further into his mouth. Yeosang pulls back just enough to smirk against his lips, then pushes Wooyoung backwards against the shower wall. A sharp hiss shoots through Wooyoungâs teeth as his back hits the cold tiles and then he cries out when Yeosang ducks forward to grind their hips together. Soft whines slipping out of his mouth, Wooyoung hikes his leg on Yeosangâs hip and knocks his head back against the wall. Yeosang has to tell him to be quiet.
Wooyoung gestures towards the bottles of shampoo and body wash and begs Yeosang to fuck him. Wooyoung sounds so pretty when heâs begging for cock.
They still have time.
Yeosang eagerly complies, slippery hands fumbling with the bottle made even more difficult with Wooyoungâs lips and teeth and tongue on his neck.
Yeosang jumps when there's a banging on the bathroom door and Hongjoongâs voice floats through the steam in the room, yelling at them to finish up because something about a family meeting before they go out this afternoon. Yeosang can see it in Wooyoungâs eyes that heâs thinking about yelling back âfuck off, hyung, Iâm about to get laid hereâ. He doesnât, Hongjoong leaves, and Yeosang kisses Wooyoung quiet.
Plans effectively ruined, Yeosang slips the bottle back into the caddy and grabs Wooyoungâs cock with his rough palm instead. Wooyoung squeaks, hands flying up to grip Yeosang by the shoulders. He jerks him quickly and mouths at his neck, nipping and sucking, careful not to leave marks. Wooyoungâs short, high-pitched little moans are enough to get Yeosang back to full hardness where heâd flagged earlier, leaning in to whisper sweet and dirty words in his boyfriendâs ear to make him cum quickly.Â
âYou just love the idea of Hongjoongie-hyung coming in here and catching us. Do you know how unbelievably hot you look right now? Do you really want him to see you like this with your cock in my hand? Thatâs so filthy, Wooyoung-ah.â Wooyoungâs moans grow louder and Yeosangâs teeth attach themselves to his ear. âYou know what I think you want? I think you want Sannie to find us. Heâd be so jealous that weâre in here without him. Come on, baby. Be loud, let Sannie know youâre all mine right now.â
Yeosang twists his wrist and sucks on the skin right under Wooyoungâs ear and then heâs cumming all over Yeosangâs hand. Yeosang jerks him through it and then shoves him to his knees with his clean hand. Wooyoungâs eyes are glazed over as he looks up at Yeosang, mouth dropping open with his tongue out expectantly to take his cock and fuck, itâs the hottest thing Yeosangâs seen all week. Yeosang brings his cum-covered hand to his own cock, stripping himself rough and fast with Wooyoungâs release all over him, and Wooyoung moans and whines at how hot it must look. When Yeosangâs breath hitches, Wooyoung leans forward and sucks on the head of his cock and Yeosang cums all over his face, streaking across his lips and cheekbones.
The moment heâs able to, Yeosang drops to his knees and kisses Wooyoung as if his life depends on it, working his tongue into his mouth and tasting himself on Wooyoungâs tongue. Wooyoungâs hands are wandering again already.
Thereâs a banging at the door again and Yeosang groans, standing up to rinse his hands and then turning off the water. He grabs a towel and then opens the door fully, glaring at an extremely shocked Hongjoong. He hears Wooyoung giggling behind him. Hongjoong blushes tomato red and stutters his way through telling them to hurry the fuck up already.
Yeosang kisses Wooyoung with a grin once the door is closed.
