Summary: Yuto isn't good for you, you know that. But that doesn't stop you from wanting him.
Pairing: Yuto Inukai X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffyish Drabble
Word Count: 247
Warning: Steamy
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“You’re a dangerous one, you know that?” You mumble between kisses. You can feel his rough fingers tugging on your hair as he attacks your neck, sucking at random intervals.
He pauses to grin at you, a wolfish look in his eye, as if you were his prey he is about to devour. “Is that so? Now where did you get an idea like that?”
“Everyone says you’re bad news.” It was now your turn to kiss his neck, your nails dragging against his bare chest and abs.
You can feel the smirk he was giving as he scoffs, while his heart steadily beats under the pads of your fingers. “Who says? I’m just an innocent little puppy dog.”
“Mmm, more like a hungry wolf.” You tease him, shooting him a wink before he places a strong hand on the back of your neck to stop your assault on his neck.
“Well, which would you prefer, kitten?”
His stare is intense and the feeling of his fingertips from his fingerless gloves on your neck is burning into your skin. Every part of you is on fire, aching to feel all of him. You just want to draw in closer to the desire you know you shouldn't want but crave with every fibre of your being.
With a sigh, you murmur, “I’ll take the wolf, Yuto.”
He gives a low growl, whispering into your ear, “Good choice. Now let me show you just how hungry this wolf is.”
summary . . . how they react when you cup their cheeks/hold their face while they're working.
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KIM HYOJIN ﾐ 김효진
lets out a soft "hm?" at first, questioning the sudden touch
but when you bring your other hand to cup both his cheeks, he gets the idea you just wanted some affection
smiles, staring back at you with starry eyes
lets you have your way, smoothing over his skin and beauty marks without protesting or getting shy
he won't say it out loud, but he thinks it's adorable the way you love to admire him
and he would do the same to you
LEE CHANGYUN ﾐ 이창윤
is immediately taken aback and extremely flustered
because a few seconds ago you were a safe distance away, but now you're mere inches from his face, cupping his cheeks and staring
his first instinct is to try to hide—closing his eyes, looking away, or trying to take a step back
but he fails on all accounts
you think he's adorable, he's embarrassed in front of your stare, and it will end with your giggles and his stuttered pleas and protests
LEE SEUNGJUN ﾐ 이승준
nearly squeaks in surprise when your hand touches his cheek because he was so focused he didn't notice when you got so close
but can't stop a big smile from growing on his face—he loves your touch so much
will probably try to play it off or tease you: "what're you doing?" or "so suddenly?"
it's mostly just to stop himself from becoming a blushy giggly mess
cause he loves when you initiate any type of skinship and he's a bit too down bad
SHIM JAEYOUNG ﾐ 심재영
your touch is always welcome, so the second your palm cups his cheek, he's relaxing into that touch
hums in content and nuzzles closer, even if he was doing an important task—work can wait for now
will bring your other hand up to cup his other cheek, bringing his face down closer to yours
talks in soft deep murmurs, asking if you need something or just wanted his attention
won't be satisfied with you pulling away until you give him a kiss
PARK MINKYUN ﾐ 박민균
takes a few seconds for the touch to fully pull his attention away from work
he'll glance at you first, assessing your face first before leaning closer
immediately goes for the kiss whether or not that's what you were fishing for
lips curving into a smile when he breaks it, letting your fingers dip to the divets where his dimples form
he'll be the first one to bring attention back to work (workaholic), although he'll still be smiling minutes after
MIZUGUCHI YUTO ﾐ 水口裕斗
doesn't expect you to hold his face when you come up to him cause he's still a little sweaty from dance practice
protesting while trying to pull away, but when he sees that you could care less about the sweat he lets you caress his cheek
eyes softening and all his muscles relaxing just from the simple touch
will close his eyes to enjoy it fully and if you try to pull away before he's ready, all you'll hear is whines that he's not ready yet
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Power dynamics, Slight degradation, Praise kink, strength kink, Overstimulation, Manhandling, Desperation, Begging, Possessiveness, minor impact play, Controlling behavior, Mutual obsession
Hyojin
Hyojin fucking loves when you ride him — probably a little too much. He’ll lie back at first, hands lazily resting on your thighs, just watching you bounce on his cock with that soft, worshipful look that makes your whole body burn. Every shaky breath you take, every whimper you let out, he’s drinking it in, moaning low and whispering filthy little encouragements like he’s trying to get you even wetter for him. He’ll let you set the pace, let you think you’re in charge — until you’re getting close. That’s when he snaps. His fingers dig hard into your hips, grip bruising, and he starts thrusting up into you with rough, desperate movements, like he can’t fucking stand not being the one wrecking you. His soft moans turn into ragged, broken groans, hips slamming up until you’re crying out, clenching around him. He wants you on top — but only so he can watch you fall apart first, before flipping it all in his favor and fucking you until you’re begging him to stop.
Changyun
Changyun doesn’t actually like being ridden — but he’ll let you try like he’s humoring you, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as you climb onto him, totally unaware of how fast he’s about to ruin you. The second you start moving, his hands clamp down on your thighs, holding you exactly where he wants you. He controls everything — the pace, the depth, the way your body bounces helplessly on his cock. He drags you down slow and deep, filthy, brain-melting thrusts that make your legs tremble and your nails dig into his skin. His breaths are sharp, rough curses slipping from his mouth when you clench around him — but if you even think about speeding up or taking more without permission, he’s yanking you down hard, muttering something dirty against your skin just to make you whimper and fall apart even faster. With Changyun, you’re nothing but a pretty toy in his hands — used, wrecked, and made to take everything he gives whether you’re ready for it or not.
Seungjun
Seungjun loves when you ride him — loves seeing you all pretty and desperate on top of him, clinging to his shoulders like you can’t handle how good he feels. But don’t think for a second he’s giving up control. His hands stay steady on your hips, guiding your rhythm with subtle strength, making sure every slow grind, every shaky bounce is exactly what he wants. His voice is like velvet, full of soft groans and gasps that hit a little higher when you hit just the right angle, sweeter than you ever expect from someone so big. He praises you through it, murmuring in that low, wrecked tone, “That’s it, baby… just like that… fuck, you’re so good for me.” Every time you move, you can feel how much he’s savoring it, how he’s still steering the whole thing from underneath, letting you think you’re in control when really, he’s the one making you fall apart one perfectly timed thrust at a time.
Wyatt
Wyatt hates being ridden — not because he doesn’t want you on top, but because the second you’re straddling him, he refuses to give up even an ounce of control. His hands lock on your hips the moment you sink down on his cock, holding you there, using you to fuck himself deep inside with ruthless, punishing thrusts that make you claw at his chest for balance. You’re gasping, legs shaking, trying to ride him the way you want, but it’s hopeless — he’s not giving you the chance. His grunts are deep and sharp, his voice a rough growl against your skin when he rasps, “Take it. Take all of it.” Every time you try to lift yourself off or slow down, he just slams you back down harder, like he’s determined to break you open on him until you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but sob his name. Wyatt doesn’t give a fuck who’s technically on top — once you’re there, you’re just his to wreck however he damn well pleases.
Minkyun
Minkyun needs you riding him — needs it like he’s starving for you. From the second you settle on top, he’s falling apart, hands trembling as they roam your body, pulling you down closer like he can’t stand even an inch of space between you. His moans come quick and high, little gasps and desperate whimpers spilling from his lips every time you grind down against him. His body’s hot and tense under yours, his hips twitching up instinctively even when he’s too wrecked to keep a real rhythm. Sometimes he’ll mumble your name, soft and broken like a prayer, his eyes wide and glassy, begging you without even meaning to. The more you tease him, the worse it gets — until he’s shuddering under you, gripping at you like you’re the only thing keeping him together. Minkyun doesn’t want to control a damn thing — he just wants to be ruined by you, over and over, until he can’t even remember his own name.
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Yuto loves when you ride him — but he’s not about sitting back and letting you do whatever you want. The second you straddle him, he’s pulling you flush against him, chest-to-chest, one hand at your waist and the other cradling the back of your head so you can’t pull away. His cock fills you so perfectly it almost hurts, and he’s thrusting up into you in slow, filthy rolls of his hips, groaning rough against your ear. Every move is deliberate, deep, like he’s trying to fuck himself into your soul, not just your body. His voice is desperate but low, whispering brokenly, “Stay close. Fuck, stay with me, baby…” every time he feels you clench tighter around him. His pace matches yours perfectly, building slow and dirty, stretching out the pleasure until you’re shaking in his arms. Yuto doesn’t want to see you ride him — he wants to feel you, own you, bury himself so deep you’ll never forget the way he made you fall apart for him.
↳ jinho: helping him with a cover of a song for youtube and it’d be a pretty romantic song maybe ed sheeran thinking out loud or john legend or maybe something else like eyes, nose, lips and you wouldn’t realize that he got you singing. i don't think he'd post it and just want to save it for the two of you to rewatch. it wouldn’t matter to him if you were an amazing singer or not, just being able to share that moment with you would be enough for him. so, it would probably become a tradition where you'd rewatch the cover for every wedding anniversary, and maybe you would cover more songs together each time as a little segment on his youtube channel and the members would text him and tease him about it every time lol
↳ hui: i get the feeling that he would bring you to a really nice yet underrated restaurant where smooth jazz is played and people are allowed to go onstage and perform a song. both of you would have the biggest smiles on your faces because the date would be reminiscent of your first one. you'd end the date off with really good wine and of course, hui would go onstage and sing (he'd claim it as practice for your big day) and would leave the audience stunned by his amazing vocals. on the drive home, his hand would never leave yours and he'd probably fidget with your engagement ring with a huge smile on his face.
↳ hongseok: your "date" would be so sweet and domestic because hongseok just gives me homey vibes. like, you'd both go to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner and a dessert you both like. idk it would be the cutest thing and then you'd head back home and he'd start cooking while you worked on the dessert and you'd definitely catch him staring at you every few minutes with a goofy smile on his face and he'd wiggle his eyebrows playfully. you'd step away for a second to back-hug him and hongseok would smile to himself before he'd turn around to kiss you and he'd pull away to say something really cheesy but it would still put a smile on your face.
↳ yeo one: i think changgu would plan the cutest little picnic in the park for both of you. he'd pack some of your favorite foods and snacks and would even get you flowers or something. it would be the cutest thing and he'd take a flower and put it behind your ear and you'd do the same to him and then you'd go back and forth about who's the prettiest lol then the two of you would lie down and cloud gaze. idk i can see a really adorable dog running over to the two of you and it would really like changgu and it would be such a cute moment that would lead you to discuss the possibility of adopting a dog after the wedding. once the sun would start to settle below the horizon, you'd head home and would probably spend the rest of the day watching a show or movie.
↳ shinwon: both of you would agree on going to a spa and maybe a little shopping. i could definitely see him goofing around with you while in the sauna by making weird faces and telling you funny stories. then, he'd have you rest your head on his shoulder and he'd smile to himself. then, he'd tell you about how he was so nervous to propose to you. after a few minutes he'd realize that you weren't talking only to find you asleep. so, he'd make sure that you would be comfortable and would relax too. i think he'd love to spoil his s/o so he'd really enjoy going to the spa with you and it'd be a nice break from all of the wedding prep. on the way home, you'd both decide on ordering in bc neither of you would want to cook after being at the spa.
↳ yanan: he'd wake up extra early to get your favorite breakfast foods and coffee. when he'd make it back to your apartment he'd be met with you half asleep on the couch and would quickly put everything down to cuddle with you for a few minutes and then you'd eat breakfast together. afterward, the two of you would get ready to go and yanan wouldn't tell you but it would all make sense later. so, the two of you would go to multiple places throughout the city and you were thankful that they wouldn't be too far and at each stop, you and yanan would talk about what happened at each, like, one place was where he took you for your first date and another would be where you both said you loved each other for the first time. looking back on all of the memories would make both of your hearts feel so full.
↳ yuto: i think you'd go to an aquarium or botanical garden and it would be on a day when it wouldn't be so busy and the two of you could goof around and take funny pictures of each other imitating the animals. throughout the date, you'd both feel like little kids on a field trip again. both of you would stop every few minutes to stare at something you'd find interesting and the look on your faces at that moment would be so adorable and you'd have to capture the moments. after that, you would go get something to eat and then walk back to your apartment. on the walk, you'd both reminisce about how you met, your first date, and how he proposed to you.
↳ kino: i feel like hyunggu would go all out but it would still be a pretty laid-back date idk if that makes sense but he'd sign you up for a couples' dancing class where you'd learn how to tango and it would be so romantic and fun, even if you're not much of a dancer. after that, you'd go back home to shower and then he'd take you out to a really nice restaurant for dinner. the two of you would be so impressed with your meals but the highlight of your would be getting ice cream or your favorite dessert from your favorite place but then on your way back home it'd start raining and you'd have to wait it out inside a nearby cafe with steaming cups of tea. the whole situation would be pretty funny to both of you and it'd make for a nice moment to look back on.
↳ wooseok: being the youngest, i don't think he'd plan everything out and would just go with the flow. so, i think wooseok would also enjoy a night in with you as your date, especially if it would be a rainy day. he'd go and get your favorite snacks and drinks the day before and would surprise you with everything. the two of you would spend the day watching movies, playing video games, and just enjoying the calm before your wedding day. somehow, you'd end up talking about some of your embarrassing moments early on in your relationship and neither of you would be able to stop laughing and maybe you'd each go through your camera roll and it'd be a really cute moment for both of you.
⇢ Synopsis: A night with your three best friends takes an unexpected turn when you admit you’ve been trying to decide which member of Pentagon’s ‘Aquarius Line’ you like most.
⇢ Warnings: Foursome, rough switch Kino, Simp Wooseok, exasperated Dom Yuto, oral (m/f receiving), Wooseok has a case of big cock syndrome, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink, ‘Pip Squeak’ pet name, spanking, choking, etc...
⇢ Pairing: Wooseok & Kino & Yuto (Pentagon’s Aqua line) x reader
⇢ Genre: smut.
⇢ Word count: 9.5k
⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, Long time Pining brought to the surface with a ripping of an emotional bandaid, polyamory, non-idol au.
“What are you thinking about?” Yuto asks, taking a seat. You make room for him by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing your friend to slip under them. His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Wooseok has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it in a bet with Yeo One on whether or not their two friends were hooking up with the same girl at the same time.
You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Yeo One hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.
Wooseok has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years it’s been worn down by countless people.
“This couch.” You breathe, leaning your head to the side, against the cushion.
“How high are you?” Yuto laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous Japanese boy, who had rolled into your life around the same time Wooseok and Kino had, in tenth grade.
The four of you had been put together in a group project, only to find out that all three of them had been born within the same ten days. The ‘Aquarius Line’ had bonded immediately, and the three were easy going enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.
What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for Yuto, turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since.
“For real.” Yuto says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring clad hair through his tousled half mullet. “What are you thinking about?”
“Something stupid.” You sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”
Your friend shrugs, flashing you that grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”
“You two really need to work on your social skills.” Wooseok sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.
He collapses on the couch and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during the big man’s process of forcing himself between you and Yuto.
Wooseok has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.
“Who needs social skills when we have you and Kino.” You smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”
Wooseok shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Hui.”
“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Wooseok and he reluctantly accepts it. “Hui drinks the strongest drinks of any of us.”
“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow.” Yuto chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip.
“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Kino?”
“Haven’t seen him in a while.” Wooseok says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.
“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Yuto asks.
“Maybe-” Wooseok cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”
“Must be.” Yuto responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”
You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.
Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them.
“Stop being so grumpy.” Wooseok shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see.
“I’m not.” You insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.
“You are. You hate Kino and his fuck buddies.”
“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture.” You sigh. “I mean- what's the point?”
“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak.” Yuto chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.
They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny lil nugget next to your three massive besties, the youngest of whom towers over everyone you meet with his monstrous height of six foot three.
“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet.” Wooseok rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”
“Wooseok!” You and Yuto both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Wooseok’s lap while Yuto shoves him, and the massive man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile.
“Why are we fighting Wooseok?” Comes an excited voice, and Kino tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.
“He’s being a bad boy.” You respond, fingers finding Kino’s freshly dyed, soft pink hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.
“Am not!” Wooseok insists. “Tell me I'm wrong.”
You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Yuto chuckles.
“I’m missing something-” Kino says from your lap, looking up at you with massive eyes, “tell me?”
“All I said was that Y/N doesn't need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit.” Wooseok states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.
“And you know this for a fact?” Kino teases, looking at his friend with a half shocked expression and widened eyes.
“Well-” Wooseok visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”
“For a moment there, I thought I'd missed a massive milestone in your guys' friendship.” Kino says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again, turning onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”
“It wouldn’t be that crazy.” Wooseok fires back immediately, and his ears turn bright red.
“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you.” Yuto says smoothly.
Wooseok holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Yuto stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now.” He reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”
Wooseok groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again. You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.
Born within a ten day span, these three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Yuto expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Wooseok playing baby.
“I think she’d choose me.” Kino says wistfully from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.
You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Yuto sat down, and now here it is again.
“She’s not choosing you, Kino.” Yuto scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”
“My hookup culture?” Kino laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Yuto by his feet. “Says you!”
“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” You sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your three constant companions, who erupt into chaos.
“You love us.” Yuto insists while Kino defends his behaviour, and Wooseok pretends to look scandalized at the notion of him being a ‘man slut’.
The bickering subsides when Hui’s voice bellows “Wooseok!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.
You find your way to Yanan, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.
It’s just the core group of friends left in the house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Hui finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home.
There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Hui turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”
“She’s staying here.” Wooseok says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at ‘Aqua House’, as Wooseok had dubbed it when they moved it. In fact, last year, you’d spent all of Birthday Week (10 days) here- your ‘mere presence being the gift we want most’.... or so they’d insisted.
“As always,” Hui sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three monstrous best friends, who tower over you, “be careful with her.”
It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Wooseok to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Yuto to hug you a little too hard one day-
“No promises.” Wooseok grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful.
You can’t stand him sometimes.
You love him so much.
“Call me if they demand too much and you need an escape.” Hui warns you, earning some irritated sounds from the men behind you, who are eager to have you to themselves.
“She’s ours.” Kino insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Wooseok.
Hui rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her.” Yuto promises.
You’re truly trapped now.
The moment the door is closed behind Hui, sealing you in with your best friends, Kino and Wooseok jump into action. The larger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Kino mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen.
Yuto tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving.
“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.
“Movies.” Wooseok states.
“Drinks first.” Kino insists.
“What do you think, Squeak?” Yuto’s fingers press gently into your skin, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steady at your back.
You hate it when he makes you choose between activities, why do you always have to be the Wooseok and Kino tie breaker?
“I don’t care.”
“Movies.” Wooseok states again, pulling on your arm.
Kino tugs your other side, “Drinks first.”
Yuto sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Wooseok, you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay?”
“No promises.” Kino grins, pulling you away from Wooseok successfully this time.
Yuto catches your eye and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Kino under control in the booze department.
“You,” Kino grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And i’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you and you laugh.
“Did you really need me to come help you then?”
“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I'm the best bartender in the house.”
“Like that’s a hard title to win.” You roll your eyes.
Wooseok can’t cook (or do anything of the sorts) to save his life, and Yuto- well, Yuto has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race.
You have to admit, Kino moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscle visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.
He might be the smallest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women for that matter.
You’re so busy watching Kino’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Hui had bought it for Yuto for secret Santa one year in an effort to get the young frat boy to cook more often-
You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”
You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Kino to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek.
Kino’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.
Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow.
As Kino sets the tray down, Wooseok stands and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Kino and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.
Kino recoils with disgust, shoving Wooseok- only to be attacked on the other side by Yuto, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Kino’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me Squeak!”
“You wore the apron!” Wooseok laughs, and you know he jumps at any opportunity to terrorize his friend.
“Just drink your drinks.” Kino groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Kino Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Hui, and you’re pretty sure Yeo One as well, so you wonder how many Kino Cat Lives are even left.
“Remember when I sat next to you tonight?” Yuto says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”
“Something stupid.”
“Yeah.” Yuto lets you get seated next to him but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Kino and Wooseok who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
You laugh.
The man from Japan grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.”
“Yuto-”
“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”
“Yuto-” Your voice is something near a whimper, shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that has just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.
“Your turn.” He says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”
You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Wooseok and Kino- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-
But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty handed. Unable to choose.
How do you say that to him?
“What are you two talking about?” Kino’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”
“I just told her what we were all thinking.” Yuto shrugs.
“Liar. I was not thinking.” Wooseok states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”
“That she looks good tonight.” Yuto says.
However, when Yuto says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly.
He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive.
You can’t believe him.
“It is a nice outfit.” Kino agrees lightheartedly, leaning into the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.
“Okay, but hear me out.” Wooseok sits up in his seat, his massive hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”
You all groan, but Yuto’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point.” Yuto says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”
“Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”
“A pretty little whore.” Kino interrupts you. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.”
You stare at Kino with shock for a moment, and then you look at Yuto, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.
“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”
Yuto meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on.” He prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”
“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am.” You respond, turning sideways, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends. Wooseok is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Kino is sitting perfectly still, something that is very out of the ordinary. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”
Yuto’s hand squeezes your thigh and it’s Wooseok who mumbles a whiney; “Yes.”
“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Yuto’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”
“Well,” Yuto grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”
He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.
Yuto groans, fingers digging into your waist, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”
“Why not?” Kino moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.
“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” You ask, looking past Kino’s shoulder at Wooseok, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out.
“Then you like all three of us.” Yuto says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core, even with both your pants in the way. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.
“I told you,” You breathe as Kino releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hook up culture.”
“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it.” Yuto tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before.
“Have any of you even had a foursome?” You question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it.
“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome.” Kino insists, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness in their iris’s: lust.
That’s never been there before... at least, not that you’ve noticed.
“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three.” You laugh, meeting Wooseok’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Woo?”
“I think-” He coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”
“Good idea.” Yuto stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear.
“Hey!” You turn to nip at Yuto’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”
“Sure you haven't.” Yuto breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms.
Kino and Wooseok are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences, from Wooseok’s more relaxed, grunge, all dark look, with his longish hair length, and massive, beautiful eyes- then there’s Kino, looking substantially smaller than his six foot three counterpart, and just as different in colour scheme, all pink hair and pops of colour in his outfit-
“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” You ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Yuto steps over the threshold into his room.
“How could it ruin anything?” Yuto retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.
“It could ruin everything.” You frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”
“Kino?”
“Yes, Yuto?”
“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”
“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Wooseok, are you going to get jealous?”
“Nope.”
“See?” Yuto grins down at you and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it.
“You’re not getting it-” You whine, removing the pillow after a moment.
“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Yuto reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist.
“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”
“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Kino snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet.
“Our little kitten doesn’t get it.” Yuto tuts. “Wooseok, explain things to her.”
Your gaze moves to the tallest, youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Kino’s right side, and he’s watching you with those big doe eyes of his.
Wooseok rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff.” He says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”
“You have?” You ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.
“Of course we have Squeak.” Kino says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.
“And we all agreed,” Yuto explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two wont get upset.”
“And now that we know you want all of us-” Kino has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently.
“Besides,” Yuto lets out a small chuckle, “Wooseok’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Kino or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”
Your eyes shift to Wooseok again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.
You look between your best friends, “So you three-”
“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Yuto finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don't be worried about consequences. There are none.”
“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Hui finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”
“Like I said, only good outcomes.” Yuto chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him ,and Yuto easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”
One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek bone lovingly. Yuto looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding.
You trust Yuto- and you trust Kino, and Wooseok.
With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Yuto’s neck, and press your lips to his for the very first time.
His hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.
Yuto grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-
And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Yuto with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is.
Kino’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Yuto and back towards the new man behind you. Your pink haired friend grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact.
You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Kino’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat. Kino’s teeth graze your jugular and Yuto breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin.
Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Yuto’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs.
Then you remember the soft man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Wooseok-”
Yuto chuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yuto asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Wooseok’s name while Kino and I worship you like this.”
You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Yuto’s belt to drag him closer.
“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Kino hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing.
You moan around Yuto’s fingers and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.
“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Kino, “Wooseok deserves it.”
Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Kino’s lips brush by your ear when he asks; “and we don’t?”
You let out a groan when Yuto pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”
The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Yuto’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder.
“Fine.” Yuto says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Wooseok first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”
“Let's make him wait.” Kino pouts behind you, and a moment later he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.
“So you’re going to say no to her?” Yuto laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.
Behind you, Kino groans, and you know he’s been defeated.
“How are we going to do this?” Kino asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.
Yuto stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Wooseok sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”
“And you?” You grab the front of Yuto’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“I’ll wait.” He assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”
“I know positions.” Kino mutters behind you, making both you and Yuto laugh.
Kino must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea-” He groans, unable to finish his sentence.
“Then show me.”
He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.
If Yuto had been eager but collected, Kino is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you- and then his hands disappear- only for your shirt to be torn off your body.
Kino’s lips move to your neck and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins it’s descent. His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-
He grabs at the latch of your bra and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-
While Kino undoes the clasp, the largest set of hands yet finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Kino, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts.
“Fuck-” Kino groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Kino to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours.
Kino’s mouth continues its downward, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Kino looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Kino immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off.
“You’re in for it now.” Yuto chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Japan, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair, and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face.
You don’t have to ask what Yuto is talking about.
It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Kino loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs- he definitely delivers.
The pink haired man pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty covered core. He places an open mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.
“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Wooseok groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.
“I'm not forcing you to stand there and watch.” Kino responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core, a shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair.
“Kino-” You whimper, voice betraying your need.
Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.
Your fingers tug at his hair and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin.
The bed dips next to you, and then a large hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you.
Wooseok looks down at you, eyes full of wonder, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.
He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Wooseok to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple.
Kino sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Wooseok’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Kino continues to lick and slurp at your entrance- a moment later two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.
The pink haired man’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.
Wooseok’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
Kino lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.
Wooseok’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open.
He moves between your legs slowly, giving you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist.
“Wooseok?” You blink up at him.
“Yeah?” His voice is shaky.
You push at his shoulders, and Wooseok lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily.
His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you.
You roll your hips, and you can feel Wooseok’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Wooseok’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt.
“Off.” You mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Wooseok had had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.
Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Wooseok kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans.
The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.
You lick your lips, kissing Wooseok quickly, then beginning your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.
Wooseok looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip at the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.
A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Wooseok into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Wooseok while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Kino.
“I know you said you wanted him first-” The mischievous man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Wooseok so your back is now to Kino’s chest. He runs his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in it’s wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”
You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Kino laughs. He lets you go, shoving your back roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Wooseok once more.
You feel Kino rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care, taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken much too long.
One of Kino’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Wooseok, toes curling with anticipation.
Kino chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart.” Kino warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-
His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Wooseok, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Kino behind you and at full energy.
Wooseok doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his large hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan.
The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Kino, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.
You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Kino being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Wooseok’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Kino fucking you silly with even more intensity.
“She feels so good.” Kino groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.
“Don’t rub it in.” Yuto’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there-
Kino simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-
“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Kino grabs at your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly.
You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Kino’s condescending laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Kino’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.
You can feel him everywhere.
Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Kino is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.
When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Kino pushing you onto Wooseok’s chest.
The maknae catches you, holding you close while you catch your breath. But when you shift, and feel Wooseok’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.
Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Wooseok. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Wooseok’s hands find your waist, a wide eyed look on his face.
He's big.
So, so big.
And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely
Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Kino - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for your six foot three bestie with hands larger than your entire head.
You press your palms flat to Wooseok’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-
Wooseok’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for the large maknae below you, who man handles you despite your top position.
You don’t care that Wooseok’s taken the power from you. Your mind going blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-
“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Yuto’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Wooseok moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him.
“Now you kitten,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Wooseok for me.”
You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Wooseok’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.
Wooseok’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Yuto is kneeling there in front of you.
In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Yuto, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Wooseok’s knees while you grind back against him in a mock reverse cowgirl position.
The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at him, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Yuto’s pants- only for Wooseok to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment.
Yuto laughs above you. “Our little chew toy.” He says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I'd love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”
Yuto even guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair, and you realize he’s going to facefuck you while Wooseok thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in.
You give yourself up completely to Yuto and Wooseok, their little chew toy, and your whole being floods with pleasure from them using you.
You hollow your cheeks around Yuto, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.
“Fuck!” Wooseok groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”
“Then I'll do it again.” Yuto says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time.
Wooseok moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that making you choke on Yuto’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip-
“Can you just cum already?!” Yuto says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.
“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Wooseok argues back.
“The fuck you aren't!”
“I’m not.” Wooseok says, voice something near a growl.
Yuto groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn.” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.
You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-
“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Wooseok commands from behind you.
Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, but with another massive groan, Yuto follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Kino tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Wooseok’s- and Yuto explodes into his friend’s shirt with a manic laugh.
Wooseok groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.
He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-
You dig your fingers into Wooseok’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face in Wooseok’s neck, whimpering while Wooseok echoes your sounds with groans of his own.
One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate.
You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Wooseok slows down to a stand still.
Neither of you move for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Wooseok takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you.
“I’m going to the shower.” He announces.
Yuto groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Kino.
The pink haired man has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You definitely can’t go another round-
“Relax.” Kino says, shifting closer, and he shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Wooseok in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water.” He tells you, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”
You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Kino. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, and he proceeds with more caution.
“Kino?”
“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.
“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”
“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees.
You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Kino is laying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.
He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.
“This just feels like a dream.” You sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Kino in this way without overthinking it.
Kino laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, i promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”
You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your ear lobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough like this?” You ask. “I knew you have a reputation in bed, but that was-”
“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck.
“Yeah-” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Kino smiling against it a moment later.
“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain.” Kino says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Kino chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Kino’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I'm nothing if not a giver in bed.”
Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.
Kino lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” He asks, kissing your shoulder.
“I can’t believe you two.” Yuto’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment-
“How was your shower?” Kino asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Kino’s blanket with you.
“Wooseok’s been in there the whole time. He just finished,” Yuto’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.”
“I’ll come when Yuto’s done.” Kino tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a mischievous grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”
Yuto laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Yuto is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.
You bump into Wooseok, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own.
Wooseok is so tall. When he towers over you, you notice his hair is still wet from the droplets that land on you.
You giggle, pressing up to Yuto in an effort to escape Wooseok from dripping onto you, and your best friend - like the dog he is - deliberately shakes his head out.
Yuto shoves at Wooseok before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water.
Neither of you say anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company.
Kino keeps his promise and shows up when Yuto leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.
When you exit the shower, Kino hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn on many impromptu sleep overs here.
“My bed is biggest.” Kino says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men all have queen mattresses because they’d got them in some weird three for one closing sale in your first year of university-
“Kino-” You turn to argue but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh.
It also earns a groan from Yuto’s room, and a moment later he appears, following the pink haired thief.
Kino tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.
Yuto claims your other side soon after, laying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.
Wooseok is last in the room.
He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unexpecting, forms.
There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.
description ↠ a curse word you don’t recognise escapes his lips the moment he finally slips inside of you.
warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, curse words (including one in japanese)
a/n ↠ idk why but the idea of yuto swearing in Japanese is rlly hot to me.
“You’re home!”
Yuto was still in the loose hoodie he had left the dormitory wearing, but his hair had lost its fluff and volume. As you buried your nose in his chest, you inhaled the scent of his sweat - a smell that pooled arousal in the pit of your belly.
You had been craving him for the past few hours in his absence, and Yuto could sense it as you took fistfuls of his jumper.
“Oh?” He cupped your cheeks with his large hands and tilted your face towards him, “you’re being clingy. It’s cute.”
You emitted a slow, shuddering sigh upon meeting his gaze. This was all Yuto needed as confirmation, leaning forward to kiss you gently.
At that moment, your need for him tipped and overflowed, and your lips were far more eager in comparison to his. Yuto’s deep voice rumbled up from his chest, a low purr.
“Mm, not so fast,” he ducked away from you, “be patient.”
You whined, your grip on his hoodie tightening, and he grinned - in contrast to his usual courteous nature, Yuto often teased you in bed. His favourite thing was seeing desperation layered thick on your expression.
Abruptly, he ducked down and wrapped his arms around your legs, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped, clawing at his shoulders for purchase, gasping, “Yuto-kun!”
“Shh,” he hushed - although you could not see his face, you could hear the amusement in his tone.
Yuto padded through the dormitory, passing into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He draped you over the bed, looming over you as he tugged his jumper over his head.
In the dim lighting of his room, you admired his beautiful, well-sculpted tan skin. You reached up and ran your fingers down the ridges of his abs. His skin was soft but firm, and his stomach rose and fell beneath your fingertips.
He chuckled softly, lowering himself over you and kissing you once more. This time, Yuto took control, pressing himself against you in a deep, dizzying kiss. His large hands slid beneath your shirt, discovering your braless chest and squeezing the pliant flesh.
As he kissed you, his fingers pinched at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yuto,” you pleaded, burying your nails in his shoulders, “skip the foreplay.”
“No,” he raised his eyebrows, his deep voice sending waves of goosebumps down your body, “you’re being impatient. Do I need to teach you how to wait?”
You pouted, “I-I’ve waited all day for this already.”
“I know.”
Although he spoke soothingly, you did not feel comforted in the slightest.
Rather, you did not know what to anticipate. You never did with him. One day he would be soft and sweet in bed. The next, he would stretch out an impending orgasm for as long as he could. You hoped for the former.
Yuto shifted back onto his feet, revealing the hefty outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants. You swallowed, shrinking back against his mattress, suddenly flustered and shy.
He tucked his hand beneath the waistband, and although you could not see exactly what he was doing, you knew he was touching himself. Eventually, he pulled his cock out of his pants, jerking it directly in front of you.
“Yuto,” you breathed, your interest solely fixed on the veiny thickness of his cock swollen in his fist. Once again, he responded with a low purr of a chuckle.
“Soon,” he replied, “but I do have to remind you to be patient.”
Your throat was thick with saliva as he continued to pump his cock with his hand, deftly flicking his wrist. He groaned, his muscles flexing as pleasure coursed through his body.
You could hear the squelching of his precum, the coarseness of his breathing, watching the way his hips rose to meet his hand - but you knew you could not touch him.
Observing made you feel crazed with desire.
“My God,” you cried, rolling your head back against the duvet, “at least let me touch myself.”
“That wouldn’t teach you anything, would it?” Yuto hummed, pressing his thumb against the tip of his girthy cock. Your thoughts bled together into one: ‘please, just fuck me.’
It felt as if Yuto masturbated in front of you for an impossibly long amount of time. Although knowing how horny you were, it probably was not that bad.
Eventually, Yuto was either satisfied that you had learned your lesson or was simply after more than his hand. He dragged you out of your shorts and your underpants, sliding three fingers through your sensitive folds.
You gasped and clawed at the sheets, “s-stop teasing me!”
Yuto did exactly as you asked, pushing first the tip of his cock inside of you and then the rest of him.
Both of you emitted a breathy moan, and Yuto growled, “kuso!”
His head was lolled back out of pleasure as his hips began to work, beginning without mercy at a forceful, relentless pace. His face was relaxed, his eyes closed, sweat beading on his temples.
“Ah,” you puffed, “Yuto, it feels so-so good!”
With each thrust, you grew wetter, more sensitive; each time, a collision of pleasure crashed against your body, making your head spin.
Yuto’s head fell forwards, and he grinned down at you before pressing a thumb against your swollen clit and dragging you into an orgasm. Stars speckled your vision - for a moment, you ascended straight into the ceiling, your ears ringing loudly, no longer able to register much outside of the constricting orgasm that was wreaking havoc on you.
By the time you recovered, Yuto’s cock was fucking you in deep, slower thrusts. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you closer, a position that allowed him to find that particular spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“F-Fuck!” You slurred, your whole body quivering uncontrollably. Jagged shards of pleasure were biting the pit of your belly, so overwhelming that you had to grasp the sheets.
And then you came again, and this time your vision drowned jet black. You could vaguely hear Yuto’s groaning, barely feeling him settle his cock inside of you.
Your vision was blurred with tears as you finally looked up at Yuto, who was staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling.
“Are you okay?” He asked, reverting to his soft nature.
“Of course, but, wh-what was that word you said earlier?” You asked, reflecting upon the moment.
Yuto’s smile was crooked and sheepish as he responded, “I guess some Japanese slipped out.”
Happy birthday, Yuto! I love you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day! :)
Pairings: Yuto X Female Reader
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 1,417
Warnings: Soft sex, Cock Warming
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As you were drifting off to sleep, you felt your boyfriend leaving light kisses on your neck and shoulders. Yuto’s soft lips felt heavenly as they danced over your skin. His strong arms spooned you as you melted into his embrace. “Yuto,” you moaned in a sleepy haze.
He kept up his kisses as his hand that was on your waist snaked up to cup your chin. He turned your head to face him and his lips met with yours. Your shared kiss was lazy but passionate. His hand soon moved from your chin and down to your breast. He started to massage your nipple through your shirt and you moaned into his kiss.
You were still very sleepy, but you were loving the way he was making you feel. You could tell that he was definitely more awake than you as you started to squirm underneath his touch. His arousal pressing up against your butt. You purposely started to move your hips a little more to tease him, but he put his hand on your waist to stop you. Yuto’s grip on your hip was so strong that you could hardly move.
He pulled away from your kiss and whispered, “Can we try something new?”
Since it was dark, you did your best to try to look into his eyes. “Like what?” You asked.
Yuto averted his gaze before clearing his throat. “Well, I was wondering if we could try cock warming?” That definitely was not what you were expecting him to say. You had thought about that before, but you didn’t think Yuto would be willing to do it.
You fully turned your body around so that you were now facing him. “Really?”
“Yeah. We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I was just thinking about it.”
You kissed your handsome boyfriend, “Let's do it.” You felt him smile against your lips as he kissed you again. You turned around again so that he could spoon you. His hand was now lowering itself into your shorts, where he began to rub you softly against your panties. You moaned at his touch and moved your own hand to his sweats, palming his hardening cock. He groaned feeling your hand on him; he was already starting to rethink his little idea. He didn’t want to give in so easily; he hadn’t even gotten in you yet.
He heard you moan softly at his touch so he pushed your panties aside and started to rub on your clit lightly to tease you and make you wet. You already were, and you knew that if he didn’t try this whole ‘cock warming’ idea soon, you would need him to fuck you. “Yuto~” you whined when the pleasure started to build up within you.
Yuto was already pretty hard, and if you kept up your movements, he probably wouldn’t last very long. He removed his hand from your underwear and took off his sweatpants. He repositioned himself behind you after you wriggled out of your panties. You felt his tip at your entrance and you moaned. “Baby.” He warned, knowing that if you moaned like that he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
You moved your hips a certain way so that he could easily slide himself inside you, and that he did. You gasped when you felt his length filling you up. You definitely didn’t expect your night to be like this, but you weren’t complaining. You let your body relax after the initial shock of him going deep inside you. You heard him curse under his breath as he positioned himself so that he was also relaxed, but still fully inside you. You wondered how long he would last. Even though you weren’t sure about this whole cock warming thing, you kind of enjoyed it. You liked having Yuto’s arms around your body while he was inside you. “Fuck you feel so good around me.” Yuto groaned.
Yuto’s large body held you close and you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep again. The comfort you felt cuddling with your man like this was such a nice feeling that you wanted to do this with him every night. You didn’t realize how much you would enjoy this. Now you’re glad you agreed to this. You were so cozy in his arms that you almost forgot what you were doing.
Meanwhile, Yuto wasn’t enjoying this as much as you were. He didn’t think this would be so difficult. He thought this would be a nice way to cuddle with you as a way to be closer to you, but he was so wrong. He was finding it hard to not move inside you. The way you felt around his cock felt too good and it took everything in him to not thrust up into you.
You could feel his breathing was uneven and you smirked to yourself knowing he was having a completely different experience than you were. Sure, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there, but you also liked how it felt to be connected with him like this. You decided to play with him a little by wiggling your hips and ‘adjusting’ yourself. He groaned into your ear and you loved hearing it. His deep voice made you even more aroused. You debated on moving again just to see what he would do, but before you could even think about moving again, he already did.
“This was a terrible idea, I can’t do this.” He complained, voice shaky. “Can I fuck you?”
You moaned at his words and began to move your hips as your way of saying yes. He soon started to follow your rhythm. It was a slow, sensual pace. Something and you Yuto didn’t always do, but it was nice every once in a while. You could feel every inch of him go in and out of you and it felt so fucking good. Something about the position you were in, the slower pace, and feeling caged in his big body was making all of this so much hotter.
Yuto’s strong arms held you close as he thrust up into you. His lips had attached themselves to your neck and you moaned a little louder. Your body was now very sensitive, and every touch and kiss felt amazing. You had your man fucking you softly and you didn’t realize this was exactly what you needed after the busy workweek you’d had.
His hips started to become a little bit faster, but you didn’t mind it. You liked when he was fast. “Yuto..” You moaned when he grabbed your thigh and moved your leg slightly so that he could go deeper inside you. And deeper he did. You screamed when he hit your sweet spot with the tip of his cock. “Right there, oh my god!” You didn’t care if you were loud at this point, this all felt so good.
Yuto’s kisses on your neck became a little bit rougher and so did his thrusts. He was getting closer to his high, so he snaked his hand down to rub on your clit, heightening your pleasure. He circled your clit in time with his thrusts and you could feel that familiar feeling in your stomach was coming back. Yuto could tell you were close by how your walls were clenching down around him. “Come on, baby. Come all over me,”
His filthy words and deep voice had you even closer and it only took a few more harsh thrusts for you to fall apart in his arms. You moaned his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. As Yuto felt you come around his cock, that triggered his own orgasm. A few more uneven thrusts later, Yuto came deep inside you. His hot seed felt so good inside you. He pumped his hips in you a few more times, milking both your orgasms.
Yuto began to pull out of you, but you didn’t want him to. “Wait, let’s stay like this for a little. Isn’t this what you wanted to do anyway?” You teased.
Yuto chuckled lazily before kissing your neck again. “You’re right, I’ll stay inside.” He held onto you as he readjusted himself to be more comfortable. “I love you,” he whispered.
“Mm, I love you too,” A wave of tired washed over you and you drifted off to sleep with Yuto holding you close and keeping his length sheathed inside you.
order 039, @14-hibiscus: large banana milk tea--ptg's Yuto and Wooseok love triangle + order 040, anon: large classic milk tea with strawberry popping boba and pudding for ptg's Yuto
🌱warnings: Yuto calling you princess but i promise it's gender neutral, open endings that may frustrate you, nightclub+alcohol mentions
🌱summary: Yuto and Wooseok are best friends who meet you in different places and times, oblivious that they're both falling for you at the same time. Yuto knows you as the bar server at a club who he's always got a bone to pick with, meanwhile Wooseok knows you as the sleepy kid in class who always dozes off. features endings for both Yuto and Wooseok so you can pick if it's reader x Yuto or reader x Wooseok :D
🌱word count: 1k+
barista🥛's 💌: so i combined 2 requests and i hope thats okay c: the ideas they gave me just !!! also omg ptg's comeback has me on THE FLOOR like this might be the peak of ptg for me? sparkling night is sO PRETTY
you never thought a night club would be a good place to work, at least for you, but somehow it worked. after a long day of classes, having your eardrums blown off by the thumping base and having to rush around with your hands full of drinks is the best way to blow off steam!
am i being sarcastic? i don't know...
nonetheless, your job has its perks and its downfalls. one of the downfalls is definitely Adachi Yuto.
you know him all too well through gossip. he's resident bad boy at your university: ice cold, never shows up to class but somehow gets near-perfect mark, rides a motorbike, and of course he just has to frequent the night club you work at.
his favourite spot is always by the counter you work at. you've asked to switch spots with your coworkers but none of them would ever agree.
what's the problem with working when Yuto's there?
his drunken habits. they infuriate you.
when Yuto is drunk, he gets a little sentimental and feels lonely at first. his eyes get teary and stares at the ceiling as if he's sitting by the sea, not in a literal nightclub. then, he starts hitting on people. he pulls them close by the waist, whispers into their ear while he swirls his drink around his glass.
then, he'll ask you to bring an extra glass of that person's favourite drink. he'll take a sip of it first before he hands it to them.
maybe none of this sounds too bad, but it all just irks you. the final cherry on top of it all is that Yuto always leaves the keys to his motorbike behind on the counter and you have to chase after him to give them to him. when you do, he simply winks at you before continuing to leave.
when this happens on loop every night, it starts to annoy you. it's not like Yuto likes you that much, either. you're always behind his favourite bar counter, always glaring at him as he tries to pick-up people. you've always got the keys to his motorbike--do you grab them from his pocket when he's not looking? are you into him and taking his keys just to get an excuse to talk to him?
anyways, the long nights at your part-time job leave you exhausted during your waking yours. your stupid 9:30am class on mondays are the worst--you always make it to class on time but never stay awake for longer than five minutes. these days, you stay asleep even after the lecture's over. you're lucky a tall boy who usually sits behind you always wakes you up before he leaves.
"hey. i'm y/n. thanks for always waking me up," you sleepily mumble one day, holding onto his wrist before he can leave.
"i'm Wooseok," he mumbles back. you look up and catch just a glimpse of his reddened face before he leaves.
he's very softspoken and kind of awkward but definitely way better than Yuto. who knew the two of them were best friends?!
you find out about this one day when you're telling your friend about Wooseok in the library.
"he's so quiet but he always wakes me up. it's so nice of him!" you say.
"Wooseok? he's tall and has dark hair, right?" your friend asks.
"yeah...?"
"you do know he's friends with Yuto, the nightclub mans you hate, right?" your friend tells you.
"...WHAT?"
your friend shakes their head at you and shows you Yuto's instagram. sure enough, there are more than several photos of the two boys together. you lean back in your chair and sigh.
"it's always the best and worst people that have to be friends," you point out.
"yeah, like us. i'm the best and you're the worst," your friend says.
you get up and slap their shoulder lightly 'til you hear a laugh from somewhere behind you. both of you turn to see who it is and freeze up when you see Wooseok himself staring you both down while laughing.
"don't mind me, continue what you were doing," he chuckles, crossing one of his legs over the other.
"how much do you think he heard?" you tell your friend, who shrugs.
-
"their friend them told them that they're also the best and worst people who are friends, but y/n is the worst one and their friend is the best. it was so funny i laughed and they heard me!" Wooseok tells Yuto, wheezing so hard and holding onto his friend's sleeve for dear life.
Yuto is lost deep in thought, his arms and legs crossed.
"are you listening?" Wooseok asks Yuto.
"yeah... y/n? sounds familiar," Yuto replies.
"probably seen them in a class somewhere, too?" Wooseok suggests.
Yuto hums and looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head.
"i wanna go to the nightclub again tonight, but i don't wanna see the server," he complains.
"you talk about this server a lot, who are they?"
"no clue. they don't wear a nametag or anything, and i've never asked for their name. why would i want to do that?"
"i never asked you anything," Wooseok mumbles.
"they're so annoying, always getting in my way."
"Mm-hmm."
-
at your job, you notice something different about Yuto. instead of sitting at the bar counter like he normally does, he comes to you for a drink but then gets up and leans against a nearby wall, slowly moving his body to the beat of the music.
some people try to approach him but he doesn't seem as interested. instead, he just steals glances at you. you try to focus on your work, but his gaze makes you nervous. just as you're about to drop an expensive bottle of alcohol, he approaches you and catches the bottle.
"am i making you anxious?" he asks you in a deep voice.
you look at his eyes and the glare on the counter is reflected in them. something about the way his dark hair falls into his eyes and how he smirks at you makes him look handsome... maybe it's just the dim lighting?
Yuto hands you the bottle and takes a seat in his usual spot. this time, though, instead of turning his back to you, he's completely facing you. he takes sips of his drink as though he's a hopeless romantic getting lost in their daydreams.
you ignore him and continue working, constantly feeling pressure because of Yuto's eyes watching over you. because of him, you continue making small mistakes. customers get angry but luckily don't take it out on you. most of them are regulars and know you're usually good at this.
"what's gotten into you today?" one of them asks, and all you can do is laugh it off until you've had enough.
you slam your hands on the bar counter right in front of Yuto, who doesn't bat an eye.
"can you please stop looking at me? it's making me incredibly uncomfortable," you say.
Yuto chuckles into his glass before saying, "all you had to do was ask, princess."
he gets up off the bar stool and walks off somewhere, and finally you feel like you can breathe.
-
"hey, y/n. wake up! gosh, they must be in a hell of a deep sleep... oh, there we go. good morning!"
you open your eyes, lift your head off your arms and look up to see Wooseok's face. for the first time, he hasn't walked away right after waking you up. he's trying to hold back a smile.
"you can laugh at me, it's fine. i've had a hell of a night," you grumble, rubbing your eyes.
"clearly. you usually wake up right away. want a coffee?"
the tall boy holds out a bottled, iced coffee. you take it from him, thanking him with a smile.
"you missed something pretty important today in class. i can explain it to you if you've got time," Wooseok says, leaning agains the tables in front of you.
"ah... i have to get ready for my part-time job soon," you groan.
"well, when does it end?" Wooseok asks.
"its a 7pm to 3am shift, it's awful," you say.
"you work nights?" Wooseok exclaims.
"yeah. nightclubs only run at nights, don't they?!"
Wooseok nods, but he feels bad for you for some reason. he tries to think of a way he could help you, but you start to pack up your things and tell him you've got to get going.
"wanna just take my notes and review them in your own time? maybe on your way to your job?" he asks.
"oh... i'd appreciate that!" you say, taking his notebook.
"have a good shift~"
-
out of the lecture hall, you read through the notes on your way to the bus stop. you know the way there like the back of your hand now, so reading while working won't hurt you... until you walk right into someone's chest.
Wooseok's notebook falls out of your hands and you apologize to the person. they pick up the notebook for you and hold it out. when you finally look up at them, you realize it's Yuto. you roll your eyes and sigh, snatching the notebook out of his hands.
"huh? it's you," Yuto says as you're turning away.
"wait--" he gently holds your arm and stops you from leaving him.
"this is Wooseok's writing. why do you have this?" Yuto asks, looking at the notebook.
"you know Wooseok?" you ask Yuto.
"yeah... he's my friend."
you suck in a breath and pull your arm away from Yuto's grip.
"well he's mine, too," you say, walking away.
-
"i met the nightclub worker who annoys me on campus. they were holding your notebook. do you know about this?" Yuto asks Wooseok, who's lost in his daydreams as they both sit in the campus café.
"hey! are you listening?"
"huh? oh... yeah. what?"
Yuto sighs and repeats himself, watching Wooseok smile as he mentions the notebook.
"ah, that must've been y/n! i gave them my notes earlier today--wait... that's the nightclub worker who annoys you?"
"the nightclub worker is your y/n?" Yuto scoffs.
"what the hell..." Wooseok grumbles. "i need to see them for myself."
"come with me to the club tonight, then," Yuto says, taking a sip of his drink."
-
"i need two glasses, today. one for me, another for my homeboy," Yuto's familiar voice says.
you sigh and fill two glasses with ice, pushing them in his direction.
"y/n?"
Wooseok?!
you look up to see the tall boy's soft face and you panic. for some reason, you really don't want him to be here right now. you don't want him to see you in this state.
"y/n, so it is you! Yuto told me he knows you."
"yeah... ah, it's actually time for my break. i'll be back soon," you say, rushing to the washroom.
"i told you it's them," Yuto tells Wooseok, pouring a drink out of a bottle for himself.
"they did say they work at a nightclub..."
in the washroom, you try to collect yourself. you pace around and try to think of a solution. deciding on texting your manager that you're sick and have to head home, once you receive the ok from them, you head back out to the staff room, emptying your locker, grabbing your things and leaving as fast as you can.
WOOSEOK ENDING BELOW, scroll more for Yuto's c:
"y/n? i thought your shift is until 3am?" Wooseok's voice asks when you're right at the door.
you turn and look up at him. he reads your face. fear, exhaustion...
"do you need a ride home?" he asks, instead.
you think it over and then nod.
"i'll be back, just stay here for two seconds."
you step out and let the cool air hit your face. the sound of cars honking and whizzing past, the nightlife chatter and all else are drowned out as you close your eyes for a second.
"y/n--are you falling asleep while standing? gosh, i didn't know you're that tired. let's go home," he says, waving the keys to Yuto's motorbike around.
"wait, that's--"
"i asked Yuto before i took them, don't worry."
you never thought you'd be riding off into the night on the back of Yuto's motorbike but while holding onto Wooseok. it's absurd but it's happening right before your eyes.
the sound of Wooseok's yells and laughter fill your ears, making you laugh with him even though you're exhausted.
outside your student house, you get off the bike with shaky legs. Wooseok helps you off to make sure you don't fall.
"is everything okay, y/n? you left work so early," Wooseok carefully asks.
"yeah... i just wasn't feeling so well."
"do you need anything? do you have roommates or... are you sure you can be alone right now?"
"i'm okay, thanks for asking. i have some dumb roommates in there who'll help me," you laugh.
Wooseok laughs along and watches you enter your house while he leans on Yuto's bike. for some reason, his heart aches a little. he wanted to be with you a little longer.
YUTO'S ENDING BELOW, scroll up for Wooseok's :o
"you're leaving?" Yuto's low voice asks from behind you. you turn around and glare at him.
"looks like you're shooting lasers at me with your eyes. is everything okay?"
"i just want to go home right now," you tell him as the two of you stand in the doorway of the club.
"fair enough. i can take you, just let me tell Wooseok," Yuto replies.
before you can decline his offer, he's already gone. you sigh and decide to step out for some air. you let the cool air hit your face. the sound of cars honking and whizzing past, the nightlife chatter and all else are drowned out as you close your eyes for a second.
"c'mon, lets go," Yuto says, squeezing your shoulder.
he sits on his motorbike and motions for you to sit behind him, which you do.
"why're you being so weird?" you ask him.
"weird?" he repeats, handing you a helmet.
"you're talking to me and being nice to me. you never do either of those things."
Yuto scoffs and tells you to shut up. he stiffens as you wrap your arms around his waist but doesn't tell you to let go and hold his shirt instead. rather, he kind of wishes you would sit even closer and rest your head on his back.
"let's go," he says, starting the engine.
the wind hits you faster, now, and you forget the absurd situation you're in to just focus on the feeling. you feel alive, all of your fatigue slowly melting away. you don't ever want it to end, but before you know it, you're home.
"you'll be at the club tomorrow, right?" Yuto asks you as you get off the bike. he quickly takes hold of your arm when you stumble.
"of course. it's a saturday, i make extra money."
Yuto laughs and ruffles your hair. he quickly apologizes and retracts his hand, but you shake your head.
"i like this Yuto a lot more," you say before walking towards your house.
all Yuto heard was "i like Yuto". thank god you can't see how red his face is.
