im in love with how ethereal yeosang looks in this picture with those huge eyelashes, san smiling with the greatest love next to him and the cute way he doesn't mind yeosang using him as a pillow is making me delirious rn I LOVE THEM SO MUCH T-T
content warning: dom san; brat sub wooyoung; brat verse yeosang; voyeurism
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"Come in!" he called, feeling too sore to get up.
Wooyoung, who never knocked, walked in with a guilty look on his face. He didn't even glance at San but knelt in front of him with a pout and his eyes facing the ground.
He'd seen Wooyoung in every way a man could see a man...but he'd never seen him like this.
"Woo, what is it honey?" he asked as he reached for his thigh.
Woo placed his hand on top of San's and looked up with tears in his eyes. "Baby, I did something bad."
San got a sunken feeling in his chest. His stomach became queasy as the worst thoughts a person could have flooded through him. But this was Woo. Whatever it was...they'd figure it out.
"What happened?" he dared to ask.
Woo sucked back a cry before muttering a quiet, "I cheated."
San couldn't help but cry and blink back tears. He'd expected as much based on the way he was acting but he was shocked to find that he pulled Woo closer after the confession rather than push him away. "With who?"
"Fuck," he wiped his eyes and snot under his nose. "You're going to hate me, Sannie."
"Woo, just tell me," San encouraged. Was it someone they knew? Someone who worked for them?
"It's Yeosang," he whispered.
San was crushed. It was worse than he thought. He couldn't just fire Yeosang and replace him like he planned to do if it had been that stylist who was always too handsy. Yeosang was integral to the team.
"How far did you take it?" San asked. Maybe he'd just kissed him when they were drunk...San could reason that away. Maybe he just touched his butt again...that was hardly cheating.
"I didn't do anything yet," Wooyoung answered.
San felt like he had whiplash. He felt horrible he'd been cheated on and now he was finding out he wasn't cheated on at all.
Woo could sense his confusion so he elaborated, "But I want to. Fuck I want to. Every time we're in dance practice I keep looking at him. When I'm in the shower I think about him. Even sometimes when...when we're fucking I wonder what it would be like if he were there," Woo explained.
San felt hurt. He felt like he wasn't enough to keep Wooyoung happy.
"Okay..." San breathed, trying to figure out a way to move forward where he wouldn't be jealous but Woo would be happy.
"You're not mad?" he asked.
"No," he sighed. "You didn't really do anything yet so..."
"But I want to," he repeated.
"Can you hold off for today? Just let me figure out what we should do," San begged. Maybe he could figure out what it was about Yeosang and try to replicate it so Woo wouldn’t need him.
Wooyoung nodded, realizing this had gone as well as it could've. "I'm sorry Sannie. I don't know why I feel this way...I just do."
"It's okay, honey," he assured him while pulling him closer.
Woo laid his head on San's shoulder and melted into him. He didn't know why he was feeling things for anyone else. San made him happier than anyone ever had...and yet...
"We have to go to film, but you're free later, right?"
Wooyoung nodded.
"Let's talk then," he sighed and kissed him softly.
Wooyoung smiled a little and reached for San's hand. San pulled back, though, just as Woo stood. "I'll meet you at the car. I need to get ready."
Wooyoung rasped a soft, "Okay," and headed off without him. He felt half empty without San, but knew he needed time.
When he got to the lobby, Yeosang was there. He was leaning against the door in his denim vest with his hair a little curly. He looked completely uninterested in Wooyoung and it made him want him even more.
"Hi," Yeosang nodded nonchalantly.
"Hi," Wooyoung replied. He blushed like a dork with a crush, which felt even more stupid when he remembered he had been friends with him for years.
Woo felt like a shitty person when he had tracked the timeline as to when these feelings started...
He liked muscles.
San opened his door and saw Wooyoung chatting with Yeosang. Woo kept wringing his hands nervously and it made San's heart sink. "Fuck," he cursed. Yeosang was supposed to do the Pepero game with him.
San took off down the hall, knocking on every door he passed, hoping someone else wasn't in the cars yet. Yunho rounded the corner right as he was about to give up.
He attacked him and grabbed his collar to push him against the wall. "Yu, you need to volunteer. Please. Don't let Wooyoung play that game with Yeosang. Okay?"
"Whoa. San. What's wrong?" Yunho put his hands up defensively."
"I...I can't say right now. But Woo has been looking forward to playing, so please just...convince Yeosang to let you play instead. Please?"
"Yeah, okay," Yunho agreed.
San breathed a sigh of relief and followed Yunho to the lobby. Woo stepped away from Yeosang when San walked in and Yunho looked between them in confusion.
"The others already left," Yeosang explained while shrugging his bag over his shoulder.
"Okay," San muttered. He didn't want to hate Yeosang or to make him feel like something was up. So...he decided to attach himself to him. "Let's go!" San flung his arm around Yeosang's shoulder and walked out of the dorm with him.
Woo followed, frowning a little, and Yunho walked behind all of them, unsure what was taking place.
"You look great today," San told Yeosang as he squeezed into the seat beside him. "Have you been working out?"
"Yeah?" Yeosang answered while pulling away. He wasn't used to the attention from San... San usually reserved that for Wooyoung.
Wooyoung crossed his arms in the front seat and ignored everything San was saying. After all, it was all his fault. San was probably just trying to make him jealous.
"Oh Yeosang," Yunho piped up beside him. "They changed the Pepero participants. I'm going to do it instead."
"Okay," Yeosang agreed without so much as a fight.
Wooyoung didn't say anything, but he turned to San with questioning brows. San shrugged as if he had nothing to do with it.
By the time they arrived at the studio, everything was already set up. They filmed and cooked like they planned and then it was time for the main event...the Pepero game.
San sat down and sucked on a popsicle. He found out a while ago that the best way to avoid a hot head was a cold snack. Yeosang sat beside him and San offered him a suck. He declined in confusion and San shrugged again and turned his attention to Wooyoung and Yunho.
Woo had been talking about how determined he was to set the record for weeks, and San didn't want to deprive him of that. At least Yunho was competitive.
Mingi was pouting, but he'd get over it. He just wanted to claim Yunho more than he wanted others to have a turn.
"Ready?" the director asked.
"Fighting," Woo nodded while holding his fist up playfully.
Yunho placed the Pepero between his teeth, and San watched as Woo chewed the stick and inched closer. He'd never gotten to see Woo from this angle before in this type of moment, but fuck he looked so pretty leaning in, his cheeks and ears red. San watched their lips touch, and he felt something weird watching Wooyoung almost kiss his friend.
He didn't feel jealous like he expected...
Instead, his stomach got antsy, and he fisted the popsicle stick tightly, trying to keep control of himself...
But it was over too soon.
He looked around the room and noticed Mingi was rolling his eyes. Yeosang had his brows raised as if he were turned on...
Nobody else seemed as invested. Was something wrong with him?
"Redo!" Yunho called as he set the Pepero up again. "We weren't close enough."
"Wooyoung, don't be afraid to really get in there," Yeosang encouraged with a slap to his back.
Wooyoung nearly choked but he nodded instead and gave an awkward thumbs up.
This time, Woo put his hand on the nape of Yunho's neck to keep him steady. Knowing San was watching him had his stomach in knots, but he tilted his head and moved towards Yunho, his heart pounding anxiously as he hadn't kissed anyone else in a while. When their lips grazed, he pulled back in shock, wondering if San would be angry.
When he looked over, though, San was sitting there with a massive smile and the popsicle abandoned in his hand so he could focus on watching. Yeosang's eyes were wide and sparkly in desire, and Wooyoung looked between them, feeling his heart swell. Could it be possible that he was deserving of both?
"Let's do it again," Yunho instructed, interrupting his thoughts.
"Again?" Wooyoung asked in surprise.
"Yes, but with almond this time," he called as he tracked down the flavor. "Hold just a tiny piece of almond between your teeth, and I'll take care of the rest."
Wooyoung placed it between his teeth like his hyung had told him to, and he held on to the little almond scrap for dear life as Yunho closed in on him. He closed his eyes and let Yunho press their lips together to get the smallest piece possible. This was a real kiss, and he felt his hands grow sweaty at the idea of everyone watching.
When Yunho pulled back, he was smiling. "Got it?"
Wooyoung nodded and revealed the piece of almond to the team with an excited squeal before he placed it down to be measured.
".5 centimeters," the judge announced.
Wooyoung jumped and hurried to hug San to celebrate, but he was intercepted by Yeosang. Wooyoung looked over his shoulder at San who moved in to wrap his arms around both of them. He discreetly kissed Wooyoung's cheek before whispering, "We can make it work."
Wooyoung pulled back in surprise but he barely had time to register what that meant before Seonghwa stole him. Wooyoung blinked in shock at San who ate the last bite of his popsicle before sitting next to Yeosang and putting his arm around him.
Seonghwa left and Wooyoung took his seat while watching San lean in to Yeosang and placing his hand on Yeosang's thigh. He whispered something and Woo fisted the Peoero box just to try not to pounce on them both.
"My room at 7?" San breathed. Yeosang turned inquisitively but nodded. He was too curious not to at least check it out. San drove his hand up Yeosang's thigh, stopping just short of touching him.
Yeosang's breath hitched, and he watched San with eager but anxious eyes, only for him to pull away. It was at that moment that Yeosang realized he wanted San.
The car ride back was thick with tension that Yunho was far too oblivious to. He kept talking about how excited he was for Atiny to see the episode and how he wished they would've made it to .4 centimeters just to make it even harder for someone to win.
Meanwhile, San was holding Yeosang's thigh, and Wooyoung was eyeing it with parched lips.
"Maybe we can ask them to invite us back," Yunho told Wooyoung.
"Uh-huh," Woo agreed. He was only half paying attention to the conversation, though, and obviously distracted.
Yunho wasn't sure what he was looking at, but he called Mingi instead since nobody in the car was feeling chatty. Mingi didn't answer...Yunho knew he needed to apologize when he got back. Still, he was excited he'd won even if he hadn't won with Mingi.
"Great job today!" Yunho high-fived everyone before they got out of the car. "Make sure to get some rest. We have an early morning."
"You too," Wooyoung told him, though his gaze was now glued to San's hand that was held out to help Yeosang out of the car.
"It's 7," San whispered when he stepped out.
"Sure is," Yeosang taunted as he headed down the hall without them. San reached for Wooyoung's hand and they trailed after Yeosang, thinking that it hadn't worked. But just before he passed their room, he paused and turned with a wink.
He headed inside and Wooyoung looked to San eagerly, who pulled him in before anyone could see.
"What did he tell you?" Wooyoung asked. It had taken San two hours to accomplish what he'd been after for months.
"He didn't tell me anything Woo. You're just not good at keeping your feelings a secret."
Wooyoung blushed shyly, realizing that had meant Yeosang hadn't wanted him...just San.
San laughed, but Yeosang continued, "San's not good at keeping secrets either."
"Hey!" San argued. "I'm better at it than him."
"Mhm," Yeosang laughed and cupped San's cheek.
Woo felt a flutter in his chest, and his mind was shouting at them to kiss... but they didn't.
"So..." Wooyoung coughed awkwardly. "What now? You want San right?"
"Aw, don't be jealous Woo," Yeosang cooed. "I just didn't know you wanted to play with me so badly that you'd get a hall pass from San."
"He's a brat, too," San realized.
"Am I?" Yeosang taunted.
"Come here," San snapped, instantly flipping the switch and becoming his perfectly dominating self.
"No," Yeosang crossed his arms playfully. "You come here."
"Fuck," Wooyoung laughed. "Is that how I sound? No wonder you spank me."
"You like being spanked, Woo?" Yeosang teased as he slid his hands into Wooyoung's back pockets. He pulled him close while eyeing San. "He behaves so well for me," Yeosang taunted. "Maybe you're not a good dom, Sannie."
Wooyoung's eyes went wide and he turned to San to gauge his reaction only for Yeosang to squeeze his cheeks and make him face forward again. "You don't look at him tonight. You look at me, understood?"
"But…” Woo went to argue as he turned again, but Yeosang squeezed him even tighter so that it hurt to move.
"Understood?" he repeated.
Wooyoung nodded in shock that Yeosang could be such a good dom and sub...
"Now Sannie," Yeosang sang as he pulled away to circle you. "What should I do to him first, hmm? I take it you want to watch."
"H-how did you know that?" San stuttered.
Yeosang smirked and confessed to him, "I saw how hard you got watching Wooyoung with Yunho. You like your property being borrowed, hmm?"
"I'm not his property," Wooyoung argued.
"Aww, baby," Yeosang pouted pitifully and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Yes, you are."
"Don't do all the buttons yet," San ordered.
Yeosang stilled his hands and looked to him with a raised brow. "You gonna tell me what to do Sannie?" he asked before plucking open another button. "And what if I don't listen?"
"You want to kiss him," San called him out. "I saw how worked up you got."
Yeosang's cheeks burned. He hadn't realized San was watching him, too.
"So you can kiss him...only after you fuck my honey the way he likes," San ordered as he sat back on their desk chair. He pulled his pants a little bit as they were getting tight...but he didn't take them off...not yet.
Woo turned to look at San, and Yeosang spanked him for disobeying. Woo whimpered in complaint but turned around again.
Yeosang palmed his ass through his jeans and San breathed a quiet, "Good boy, Yeosang. Now..." San began as he undid the button on his fly, "Stand behind him and undo his shirt from there."
“Whatever you say, Sannie,” Yeosang complied as he got behind Wooyoung. Yeosang just about to start undressing him when San tsked in disappointment. "Stand closer...he only bites sometimes."
Woo didn't even know what to say. He felt like a toy in the absolute best way. Yeosang pressed his cock against Woo's ass, and Woo was surprised to find Yeosang was already hard. He couldn't help but whine and drop his head back.
"Aww so needy, aren't you?" Yeosang teased as he undid button after button. Woo became exposed to him and soon he was sliding his palm over his bare skin.
They'd been friends for a long time, but Yeosang had never touched him like this. He'd never felt the anxious thumping of his heart with his fingers pressed against it...he'd never teased the waist of his jeans while whispering degrading things to him.
He pulled the shirt off and turned Woo around to face him. From the corner of his eye, he saw San, relaxed and leaning back in the computer chair while palming his clothed dick.
"Hey!" Yeosang snapped. "Do not look at him."
Woo muttered a quick apology before San gave another order...this time for him, "Why don't you pull down that zipper on his vest, honey?"
Woo's lips went dry at the idea, and Yeosang cocked his brows as if daring him to touch him.
"And if I don't?" Woo called playfully. Yeosang laughed at his rebellion.
"You already know what happens when I don't get my way, Woo. You don't want Yeosang to see that, do you?"
Wooyoung swallowed nervously and immediately reached for the zipper. The idea of Yeosang seeing him tied to the bed and squirming while being edged made his throat tighten.
He pulled on the zipper and realized rather quickly that he'd underestimated just how muscular Yeosang had gotten.
"Shit," Woo hissed at the sight. He reached to place his hands on his pecs and to feel his abs tighten at his touch. Yeosang stood statuesque and allowed Wooyoung to roam where he pleased.
The sight of Wooyoung and Yeosang was making San feel uncomfortably hard. It was time to free himself. He pulled his cock out and let it sit against his stomach for a moment while watching Wooyoung learn his new partner.
Woo's touch was hesitant as he was still testing the waters on his usually touch-hating friend, but Yeosang didn't seem to mind. Wooyoung grazed over his chest and across his biceps, gasping a little when Yeosang flexed for him.
"Kiss him Woo...on his neck," San rasped from the corner.
Yeosang's breath hitched at the thought, and he didn't even have it in him to scold Wooyoung who glanced at San to make sure he was sure. San must've nodded because Wooyoung turned back and placed one hand on Yeosang's shoulder and the other on his waist. He was being very careful not to scare him off.
"It's okay, Woo," Yeosang breathed as he grabbed his waist and yanked him closer.
Wooyoung yelped in surprise, and whined when he felt their chests touch.
San cocked his brow in surprise at how aggressive Yeosang could be. He was submissive for some but not for others...it was so much different than him and Wooyoung who were definitively one way or the other. He sat up in the chair in anticipation and watched as Wooyoung leaned in.
His heart almost forced its way out of his chest as his lips ever so slightly grazed Yeosang's neck. Yeosang's hands were still and Wooyoung was just about to pull away to check on him when he heard the softest whimper.
"Fuck," San groaned from the corner. "Do it again."
Yeosang's eyes fluttered shut as he waited for Wooyoung to kiss him again.
He wasn't as soft this time, and his lips pressed to his skin with confidence before sucking slightly when he pulled back.
Yeosang moaned again, and Wooyoung felt himself grow hard at the sound. It was even better than he'd imagined.
"If his lips feel that good on your neck," San taunt, "Imagine how good they'll feel on your lips."
"Or wrapped around my dick," Yeosang sighed.
"Mmm, trust me. He feels really good there," San teased. "But you can find that out another day. Today, you're here to fuck him."
Wooyoung realized that they were both toys. Wooyoung was a toy for Yeosang and Yeosang was a toy for Wooyoung...and both of them were toys for San.
"Why don't you touch his cock Yeosang. See if he's hard yet?"
"I don't need to," Yeosang moaned just as Wooyoung kissed him again. "I can feel him on my leg."
Wooyoung hadn’t realized he was grinding him. His hips just did that sometimes when he was horny.
"Woo, honey, is Yeosang hard?" San asked.
Wooyoung slid his hand down Yeosang's torso, touching him so softly that he shivered. Wooyoung smiled into a kiss and dragged his hand over his jeans until he felt the bulge in his jeans. "He's ready," Wooyoung informed San as he palmed at Yeosang's erection.
"Shit," Yeosang hissed.
"Wooyoung is a bottom," San told Yeosang.
"Obviously," Yeosang joked.
"Can you top?" San asked him.
Yeosang turned to San with a wicked smirk. "I can do whatever you want me to, baby."
"Fuck," Wooyoung cursed. Yeosang was even hotter than he thought.
"Wooyoung," San called. Wooyoung turned to see him stroking himself, but Yeosang turned his head back before he could watch for very long.
"Look at me," Yeosang ordered again.
"Bend over for him baby," San instructed.
This was it... This was the moment Wooyoung had been waiting for.
He pulled away from Yeosang and bit his lip as he undid his pants. Yeosang hadn't expected Wooyoung to get naked already, but he watched eagerly.
Wooyoung tugged his jeans down and turned to face the bed. He leaned over and smiled to himself when he heard Yeosang choke out a surprised cough.
"A thong?" he asked San. "You make him wear a thong?"
San sounded almost defensive when he answered, "Wouldn't you if your boyfriend had an ass like that?"
Yeosang didn't answer, but Wooyoung felt him approach. He heard the steps and could sense his warmth, and finally felt the sharp sting of Yeosang's hand on his ass.
Wooyoung whimpered and squirmed at the feeling. The slap drove him forward and the friction of the bed felt so good against his dick.
"I don't even want to fuck him now," Yeosang chuckled. "I want to keep him just like this."
San shrugged. He understood the sentiment. He'd kept Woo like that for hours before. "Another time. Today you're fucking him."
"Mmmm," Yeosang pondered. "Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just sit here and listen to him cry," he taunted before spanking him harder.
Wooyoung yelped and fisted the sheets. He loved being treated like this. He'd thought it was specific to the behavior he wanted from San but it must've applied to Yeosang as well.
"Pull your pants down, Yeosang," San ordered while rolling his eyes.
As fun as it was, he was losing his patience. He wanted to watch Wooyoung get fucked. He wanted to hear him scream his name while Yeosang used him.
"Fine," Yeosang sighed and reached for his zipper...but not before spanking Wooyoung one last time.
Wooyoung felt so good like this. He knew the spankings weren't punishment but pleasure. Yeosang liked how pretty he sounded...Yeosang liked seeing him tremble…
It would make the sex even better.
Yeosang dropped his pants and boxers and turned to San completely exposed.
San wasn't sure what he expected, but he didn't think Yeosang would be nearly the same size as him. It made him a little nervous to imagine Wooyoung enjoying him more than him...especially since Yeosang's curved a little.
"Want a taste San?" Yeosang joked.
San coughed awkwardly and pointed at Wooyoung who was splayed out with his face in the sheets. "Take his thong off."
"Gladly," Yeosang answered before pulling it off quickly. "And I'll be keeping it as a souvenir," he told Wooyoung.
"You won't need a souvenir if you do a good job," San offered.
Yeosang turned to San just as he spanked Wooyoung again. "I assure you," he began while licking his thumb. "I'll do a good job."
He sank his thumb into Wooyoung.
He hadn't expected it, and the expletives and moans escaped before he could stop them. "He's so loud," Yeosang noted.
"Just wait," San joked.
"Sannie," Wooyoung whined as he pulled the sheets close and spread his legs further. He wanted to make room for more fingers...or for something else.
"Nope," Yeosang spanked him harder. "Say my name."
"Yeosang," San warned. "He's still mine."
"Mmm, but I'm borrowing him," Yeosang argued.
"Exactly, you're borrowing him," San explained. "He's not going to moan your name."
Yeosang pulled his finger out and crossed his arms. Wooyoung groaned in complaint. He didn't care whose name he said. He just wanted to feel good.
"Yeosang, keep fucking him," San ordered, sounding angry now.
"I'm going to actually fuck him in a second San," Yeosang explained as he tapped his cock against Wooyoung's needy hole. "But only if he can say my name once. Maybe you'll like it."
San considered the options...and he knew he couldn't let Yeosang leave now...not when Wooyoung was so close to getting what he needed.
"Fine," San agreed.
Within seconds Yeosang slammed in.
"Yeosang...fuck!" Wooyoung cried out. He hadn't even meant to say how friend's name yet but it spilled out from the pain of being stretched. Yeosang was so much bigger than he expected.
San didn't want Yeosang to know he was right. He bit his lip and fought the moans that attempted to spill out, but Yeosang watched as his fist moved faster on his cock.
He knew San had liked it.
"Mmm be loud for me baby," Yeosang encouraged as he rammed in once again.
"Yeosangie," Wooyoung cried.
Yeosang established a pace...he had to. He almost spilled the second Wooyoung screamed for him, but he needed to last longer ...needed to focus on keeping a rhythm rather than how tight he felt.
He spanked Wooyoung just for fun, and San whined as if he'd hit him instead.
"You like it San?" Yeosang grunted. "You like being a cuck and watching me use your property like a little fuck toy?"
"More," Wooyoung pleaded.
Yeosang spanked him again and San's eyes went wide at the sight of the burning red palm print.
"You want to be filled by my cum, baby?" Yeosang moaned, moving more slowly now just to last a few moments more.
"Mhm," Wooyoung hummed. The room was spinning now. Everything felt dizzy and floaty. He almost forgot San was here until he spoke.
"Yeosang, pull his hair," he hissed.
Yeosang secured one hand on Woo's waist and used the other to pull on his locks. Wooyoung cried out in pain, and came on the sheets with the first tug.
His body tensed around Yeosang and his legs began to shake. Yeosang held him even tighter and pulled Woo back so that his spine was against his chest. "Say my name, Woo," he ordered in a thick voice. "Scream it," he bit as he kissed the back of Wooyoung's neck which was damp with sweat.
"Yeosang," he gasped, trying to please him.
"Louder," Yeosang demanded.
"Yeosangie," he whimpered. He was so overstimulated that he couldn't get his voice to be louder.
Yeosang had ways of making him comply though. He abandoned his hip and wrapped his hand around Wooyoung's soft cock. He ran his finger across the slit on his tip and watched Wooyoung struggle to breathe and his legs threatened to buckle.
"I said louder," he grunted.
San watched Wooyoung struggle to obey and Yeosang
be so rough that it brought tears to Wooyoung's eyes. He pressed against Yeosang's wrists, fighting this touch, and San came at the sound of Wooyoung breaking.
"Yeosangie, please," he shouted.
"Good boy," Yeosang praised before dropping Wooyoung back to the bed and eyeing San whose stomach was dripping with cum.
"Finish," San instructed in a voice coated in desperation.
"Only when I get my kiss," Yeosang argued.
San didn't even orchestrate the next bit. Wooyoung turned himself around and reached for Yeosang. He was always needy when he came anyway, and he wanted a kiss so badly that he didn't even hesitate to pull Yeosang in.
Yeosang stilled inside, buried to the hilt, and found himself a whimpering mess when Wooyoung pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
He came in seconds with his entire body bursting and collapsing on top of Wooyoung who was more than prepared to catch him. His hands wound through Yeosang's hair and his legs wrapped around his waist as he took all of Yeosang's milky release and whimpers.
The bed shifted and San rubbed Yeosang's back. He sat up a little and leaned against Wooyoung's shoulder in exhaustion and watched as the two of them kissed.
It was gentle and sweet despite how messy the evening had been, and Yeosang curled into Wooyoung's side to watch.
"Are you okay, honey?" San asked when he pulled back. Wooyoung's eyes were sleepy and soft.
He nodded and pulled San to lie on his chest, too. "Love you Sannie."
"Love you too," he hummed as he placed his hand on his chest. San kissed where Woo's heart was and noticed Yeosang was nearly asleep against his shoulder.
"Goodnight Yeosang," he murmured before leaning in to kiss his cheek.
At the same time, Yeosang turned his head and caught San's lips.
Woo's heart fluttered at the sight, and when neither of them pulled away, he realized there could be room for three in the relationship. He ran his fingers through their hair and kissed the tops of their heads before they pulled away with flushed cheeks and swollen lips to cuddle into Woo again.
he's fucking you hard and you love to hear him talking dirty to you, it drives you crazy so you ask him to do it.
Seonghwa:
“does my little slut like to hear me talking dirty?” you nod and he whispers in your ear “I love to ruin you, you take my cock so well -fuck - feel you clenching around my dick makes me wanna cum inside you, will you come for me, slut? come on, cum on my dick, baby, give it to me”
Hongjoong:
“fuck baby, you're so tight, you like it when i fuck you hard you always ask for more, moaning like a little slut for me, I want you shaking because of me, scream my name baby, let everyone knows who’s fucking you this good, let everyone knows you’re mine”
Yunho:
“you're so hot baby, you make me wanna fuck you all night, I love to feel you clenching around my cock, moan for me like the dirty little thing you are, tell me how bad you want me to ruin you, tell me that you love it when my cock is deep inside you”
Yeosang:
“you can't imagine how much i wanted to fuck you, to have you all to myself, to be able to touch your whole body and make you moan with pleasure, I'll fuck you till your legs go numb and you lose your voice from moaning my name, I'll make sure you'll never forget this night”
San:
“so you like to hear me talking dirty to you huh? how naughty you are... it makes me wanna fuck you until you forget your own name -damn I could fuck you every day and every night, I love the way you're clenching around my cock, are you cumming baby? cum for me, my little slut, I know you want to”
Mingi:
“you're so good for me, you were made for me, I wanna to fuck you till you lose your voice from screaming my name, you will like it right? you love to feel my dick deep inside you, you love the way i make you weak in my bed, moaning my name saying you're mine”
Wooyoung:
“moan for me, tell me how good i'm making you feel, I know you love it when I fuck you hard, you always moan like a slut begging for more, and do you know why? because you just can't get enough of me and my cock, you are my little slut, only mine”
Jongho:
“fuck, baby, you drive me crazy, you're so perfect, I wanna kiss your whole body, I wanna touch you, I wanna fuck you in a way that you'll only be able to moan my name, I'll make you cum so many times, please don't control yourself tonight, give yourself completely to me”
