Best Friends!Woosang X Gn!Reader

Best Friends!Woosang x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 11.8k

Genre: Best Friends to Friends With Benefits to Lovers

Warnings: dom!yeosang, sub!wooyoung, sub!reader, explicit member x member scene, reader is gender neutral, they/them pronouns, head (m and gn receiving), polyamory, slight manhandling, anal play, reader is referred to having a "hole", exhibitionism, explicit photos, masturbation, reader is so clueless it hurts, wooyoung is a brat, but also a good boy, lots of gay sex

A/N: IM BAAAAACK finally! I'm on here with my temp acc and I have been writing this thing for literally like a month which is why it's so long, but here it is, my baby. Special thanks to @wooyoblr for proofreading for me! I hope you enjoy this smutty mess, it's the longest fic I have ever written.

You could tell in the way he was staring at you what he was thinking about.

Yeosang was usually a hard person to read, what with his blank expression and all, but this time you could tell something was on his mind. Something is bothering him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you finally ask him, not a fan of the way his gaze is burning a hole into your skull. It's as if he got shaken violently when he realizes you were talking to him. "Looking at what? Huh?" he spits, dumbfounded. He was staring? He didn't even realize. "Um, you were looking at me like I have tits on my face?" 

Yeosang purses his lips at your crude joke and brushes off your questions. "Nothing. I was just spacing out again." You look him in the eyes and raise your eyebrow as high as it can go. "Yeosang, I've known you for years and I have literally never seen that look on your face before. What are you thinking about?" Once again he avoids your questions, clearly not wanting to delve into the depths of his mind right now. "It's nothing, I swear. I'm hungry, let's order some chicken."

Deciding not to press him further, you groan at his proclamation. "We literally had fried chicken yesterday!" Yeosang just tuts his tongue at you as he pulls up the fast food app on his phone, your orders already saved from the previous time.

Clearly, he has his priorities straight.

You get up from your seat and make your way into the kitchen, grabbing some water and making your way back into the living room where the both of you had been relaxing all day playing video games. You probably won't ever get his stare out of your head. The way he was looking at you was so unusual. There was something behind his eyes, some emotion you couldn't quite place. But maybe it was just your imagination. You bring your water up to your lips to take a sip and wash away your uneasiness.

"Wooyoung is on his way."

All of the water in your mouth lands onto the coffee table in front of you. Before Yeosang can even spout nonsense about 'Now he has to clean this mess.' and 'Can't you act surprised like a normal person?', you shout, "What the hell! Why does he always do that, invite himself over?"

Yeosang giggles a bit and picks up a controller off the table, flipping through the games on your console. No matter what you were doing, if you were with Yeosang, Wooyoung had to appear. Hell, even when you were alone, he had to appear. He has a very bad habit of appearing at strange times. One time, after you flirted with Hongjoong all night then fucked him secretly at a party (one night stand, of course), Wooyoung had appeared at your doorstep not even 30 minutes later, insisting on having a spontaneous sleepover. He was going to be the death of you.

Your feelings of annoyance settle as you start a round of Super Smash Bros with Yeosang, but those feelings appear once again at the ring of your doorbell. ‘Please be the chicken’, you think to yourself as Yeosang heads over to the front door. Yeosang opens the door to a very excited Wooyoung on the other side.

"Hey, thanks for buying me food guys!" you hear from your seat in the living room. Of course it's him. Wooyoung walks into the living room and sets the food down onto the coffee table, his grin as wide as ever. "Hi yn! What, you're playing smash without me? That's so mean!"

The red haired man plops himself besides you, with Yeosang on the other side. "No, please, make yourself at home, Wooyoung." You roll your eyes, half jokingly.

Yes, while you find Wooyoung to be incredibly annoying, inconsiderate, and downright bratty, you still love the goofball. His personality is charming, and you wouldn't change your bickering friendship for the world. It's honestly amazing how Yeosang has put up with him longer than you have.

Yeosang somehow beats you again. You aren't even sure how honestly, he just hits random buttons and half the time he thinks he is your character. It doesn't matter now though, you toss the controller to Wooyoung so he can get a turn in, and head into the kitchen to grab a drink.

"Do you guys want anything?" you yell from the fridge, grabbing yourself a coke. 

"Just a sprite please!" Wooyoung yells back and Yeosang asks for a coke. You grab the drinks and grab a small snack too, thinking that the food will be gone soon anyway. You make your way back to the living area, setting the cokes onto the coffee table.

When you come back both the boys are snickering to each other, and as Yeosang whispers in Wooyoung ear the redhead lets out a loud cackle, his ears a bit red. "What are you two giggling about?" You quirk an eyebrow at them. 

"Nothing, nothing." Wooyoung spits, settling down from his fit of laughter. "Yeosang is just being dumb again is all." The brunette slaps him lightly on the shoulder and you open your coke, taking a sip.

You wonder why they are being so suspicious today. They are always a bit strange but today you can tell something is off, like they have nefarious plans up their sleeves. You choose to ignore it for the time being and spend the rest of the evening relaxing. 

***

The rest of the night goes smoothly, minus the few times Wooyoung nearly broke one of your controllers, and Yeosang spilling his coke on the floor. After scolding them for their shenanigans, Wooyoung heads out and you and Yeosang get ready for bed. Yeosang heads to the guest room after telling you goodnight and you stay behind to clean up a bit, before taking a shower and heading to bed yourself. 

Yeosang has been very clingy lately and you had reluctantly allowed him to stay over for a couple of days. Typically, if Yeosang stays over, Wooyoung wants to as well but he hadn’t mentioned anything this time around, deciding to just stay at his and Yeosang’s shared apartment for the time being. 

While Wooyoung has a tendency to be annoying, overly affectionate, and insert himself wherever he deems needed, Yeosang is the opposite. Yeosang could breathe and honestly you would give him the world. He is so clueless about the world and everything going on around him and it makes you – and Wooyoung – very protective of him. 

“Yeosang was definitely the type to get swindled, please take care of him.” Wooyoung had told you that’s what Yeosang’s parents had told him when first meeting him, and you cackled. He was a bit brainless sometimes but you loved him nonetheless.

You loved the both of them a lot.

You take your time while getting ready for bed, doing your skincare routine and picking out your comfiest pajamas. Usually when Wooyoung comes over to hang out you tend to feel the need to do a full self care routine before going to bed. Maybe it’s because he stresses you out, affectionately.

After doing your routine you slip into bed, turn on the TV for some background noise, and relax on your phone. You’re giggling to yourself while watching tik toks when you get a ding from your phone – a new message from Wooyoung.

Glancing at the notification, you see that he has sent a photo and quickly you open it, curious as to what stupid meme he has sent you this time. To your surprise, however, you open it to find something much different.

The photo Wooyoung sent was clearly not meant for you. In the photo, it shows Wooyoung, half naked with just his boxers on. His stomach is exposed and glistening a bit, either from sweat or maybe he just got out of the shower; you can’t tell. His cock is hard and tight against his underwear, his large hand gripping it firmly overtop them. You can’t fully see his face but you can see his mouth and it’s slightly agape, his tongue brushing against his teeth in what seems to be concentration.

You feel your heart sink. This has to be some sort of accident right? Woyoung has always been super flirty, and a bit crude at times, but he would never send you something such as this right? Not even thirty seconds between the photo being sent and you opening it, Wooyoung sends another text.

Menace: Oh my god yn I’m so sorry this was not meant for you!!!!!

You sit there for a minute not responding, still in awe. (And maybe admiring the photo a bit too much.) After a minute passes, he sends another text.

Menace: I saw you opened it please say something

Menace: I’m so embarrassed you can delete it

You realize you forgot to respond so you type quickly;

You: It’s okay Woo I’ll just delete it, next time control your dick and think with your brain 

You send a skull emoji to indicate that you found it funny and he apologizes once more before saying good night. You close your phone and decide that maybe it is time for you to go to bed, and you shut your TV. You sit in the dark in silence for about 5 minutes with your eyes closed before the image pops back into your head.

‘God why can’t my brain shut off,’ you think to yourself. You once again attempt to sleep but now not only does the image haunt you, but thoughts do as well. You start to imagine Wooyoung stroking his hard cock through his briefs, precum beading at the top. You can feel your arousal start to grow at your thoughts and as much as you try to stop thinking about it, you can’t.

You have to admit, the photo was really hot, and Wooyoung himself is very attractive. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’ve seen him shirtless or in his boxers, usually opting to sleep in just his boxers when he sleeps over and when he cuddles, but this time is so different. You can’t help but continue to think of Wooyoung touching himself, thinking about the size of his cock and how big it looked in the photo, how sexy his mouth is and what it would look like on you.

That’s it, you can’t take it. You decide to pick up your phone and turn on the lamp next to your bed on your nightstand. You pull up the photo of Wooyoung and, after having one more thought about this being wrong, you decide you are going to masturbate to it. Is it wrong to masturbate to a sexy photo of your best friend? Oh yeah. But horny totally trumps morals.

You slip one of your hands down your sleeping shorts and get to work, touching yourself lightly and imagining it’s Wooyoung. Imagining him kissing all along your neck, down your chest, between your thighs. You can feel your orgasm building fast, your thoughts racing and your heart pounding. Sweat beads on your forehead with every movement and thought of him. Who knew something so forbidden could turn you on so much?

After a few minutes you feel the heat in your abdomen build more intensely, and you know you're close, so so close. As you near the edge though, your phone rings loudly and the facetime screen pops up. The other side shows Wooyoung’s face and name; Menace; and you panic. Your fingers slip from the top of your phone across the screen and you accidentally answer the facetime. You see your disheveled, sweaty face in the top right of the screen and even though he can’t see your lower half you still scramble to take your hand out of your pants.

“Hey I know you were probably about to sleep but I wanted to apologize again– Woah, why are you so sweaty?” Your eyes widen and you think quickly, trying to come up with an excuse as fast as possible. “Oh I- I, uh- I decided to work out before bed and you called me right as I got in.” You smile awkwardly and he laughs, but it’s more of a half scoff, half laugh. “You were working out? At 11pm? With Sangie there? You know he sleeps early wouldn’t you have woken him up? And since when the hell do you worko–” You quickly shut him up, “What’s with all the questions? I work out all the time, okay? Now why are you facetiming me?”

He just stares blankly for a second and quirks an eyebrow before continuing. “I just wanted to apologize again, that was really dumb of me. And I also was wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow?” 

Wooyoung? Asking you if you had plans? That’s strange but you decide not to question it further due to your, well, odd predicament. “Nothing, why?” you reply blankly. “I want you to come over to me and Yeosang’s place tomorrow. I have a surprise for you.” You are about to question the formality and why the surprise before he quickly adds, “Okay good night love you hugs and kisses byeeeee~” You are about to yell at him but he hangs up the call before you can get another word out. You let out a deep sigh, what is he up to? 

After sitting for a second, reality hits. You just masturbated to your best friend. Not only that, but you nearly got caught masturbating to your best friend. This was a whole new level of messed up. You decide not to let this get to you though and decide that maybe this is a sign you shouldn’t finish what you were doing and it’s finally time for sleep, so you do just that. You put your phone back onto the nightstand and turn your lamp off. This time you finally do fall asleep easily, but not without inner turmoil boiling inside you.

***

The next day you wake up at around 10 in the morning, a stranger is now in your bed. Usually when either Wooyoung or Yeosang sleep over, you force them to sleep in the guest room but they will eventually come out and slip into your bed to cuddle. Wooyoung is much more clingy than Yeosang and does it more often, but Yeosang will do it every once in a while, usually when he feels lonely or wants attention and doesn’t want to wake you up.

Normally, you would be okay with this. You don’t mind skinship with these two, it just comes naturally, but with what happened last night, you feel your stomach turn. You had just masturbated to Wooyoung’s nudes and now you’re cuddling with Yeosang? It feels illegal.

You decide not to let this get to you today, and to forget the whole ordeal. You are being forced to hang out with both of them the rest of the day so you might as well just shove those thoughts to the deepest depths of your brain and enjoy yourself as much as you can. You are about to get out of bed when Yeosang rustles around first, looking up at you with closed eyes and messy hair. 

“G’mornin,” he mumbles, wiping his eyes. 

“Good morning, Yeosang,” you say back to him and prop yourself up, reaching for your phone.

As if nothing had happened last night, you open up your phone to several notifications from Wooyoung, all stupid memes and tik toks he shares with you daily. Wooyoung is the only one out of the three of you that goes to bed fairly late, so while you are asleep he will send the group chat, or you, stupid memes he finds. You open up one of the tik toks and giggle. It’s some strange looking dog and the sound is someone singing “Didn’t I do it….for you..” in a funny voice.

Yeosang gets up to look at your phone and you quickly shut it off and throw it onto the bed. “Hey, I just wanted to see what you were watching.” He frowns.

“It wasn’t even that funny. Anyway, you should go shower, you smell.” You avoid any further questions and bring your hand up to your nose, waving it and acting like you smelled something bad. Yeosang playfully shoves you and giggles, and you ruffle his hair lovingly. He gets up, straightens out his shirt, and heads to the guest room to get ready for a shower. 

You pick up your phone and head out of your room as well, your stomach growling signaling it’s time for breakfast. You quickly text Wooyoung that you and Yeosang are getting ready and are going to eat breakfast before heading over to his place. Wooyoung replies with a salute emoji and you get started on breakfast. You decide on something simple, nothing too fancy or hard to cook and you get done with it quickly, setting up the table and making two plates for the two of you.

You head out of the kitchen and towards the guest room to let Yeosang know that breakfast is ready, and before you can knock you realize the door is slightly ajar. You hear a couple of grunts and you think to yourself, ‘Is he really working out right after taking a shower?’ You open the door a bit just to peak in and once again, you are met with a shocking sight.

Yeosang is completely nude, standing with one of his legs propped up onto the bed and the other holding him steady, his hand pumping his hard cock. His hair is still damp from his shower, beads of water also covering his body here and there. A drop of water spills from his neck down the outer side of his back and across his defined ass. You almost let out a yelp and are about to leave to give him privacy when you see it. The room is fairly small so the bed where he is standing is close to the door, and while Yeosang is turned into a position where he can’t see the door at all, you can clearly see what he is getting off to.

Your hand covers your mouth as you look at his phone. The same naughty photo that Wooyoung had ‘accidentally’ sent you last night is on Yeosang’s screen. There is a long paragraph below it but it’s too small to be able to read. Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize who the photo was meant for, and you stand there a second longer in pure shock. You don’t even realize just how long you had been standing there but it isn’t long beforeYeosang finishes with a moan, his hot cum covering his hand and the sheets. Rope after rope spills out, a bit landing on his phone too. You can see all of his muscles tense, then relax once he comes down from his high. ‘He better wash those fucking sheets later.’ You think to yourself.

You finally realize where you are and hurriedly go back to the kitchen. 

As you are taking a breath in the kitchen, Yeosang cleans himself up, a mischievous smirk crossing his face. He left the door open on purpose and he knew you were watching the entire time. He knew you probably saw the photo, and he knew that Wooyoung didn’t accidentally send it to you, or call you last night; it was all on purpose. Why was it all on purpose? Why were both Yeosang and Wooyoung teasing you so much? Soon, you will find out, and soon your friendship with them will change forever.

You calm yourself down and take a seat at the table, start to stuff your face with breakfast to get your mind off of what you had just witnessed, although it won’t leave your head. Yeosang looked so hot, his toned body flexing with each stroke of his cock. And the way his face looked as he finally came, you wish it was you making him feel that good. 

Wait, what? Did you really just think that? Before you can even question your own thoughts, Yeosang walks in – clothes on now, thankfully.

“Sorry I took so long; I decided to do a small workout,” he states as he sits in the chair next to you, bringing his food closer to him and taking a whiff of the aroma. You let out a huff, knowing damn well that is not what he was doing at all. “Why didn’t you call me out for breakfast? You’re already halfway done with your plate.” He frowns and you look down at your plate. It had only been about a 10 minute time interval between Yeosang finishing and you rushing to the table and manically eating your food to forget what had happened. 

“I’m just hungry, don’t judge me. I just forgot you were here for a second is all.” You pout and continue finishing your plate as he gets to work on his own. “You forgot I was here, and yet you made me a plate? Seems fishy…” He giggles to himself and you just roll your eyes, deciding to ignore his attempts at questioning you.

You both finish breakfast soon after, and you go back into your room and get dressed. After dressing up, and forcing yourself to forget the past day and a half, you head out with Yeosang to his and Wooyoung’s shared apartment. Hopefully nothing awkward happens, right?

***

While you and Yeosang are on your way to his and Wooyoung’s shared apartment, Wooyoung decides, for the first time in his life, that maybe he should clean up and make the place look good. He and Yeosang decided that today was the day they were going to tell you what has been going through their heads these past few months, and he wanted it to look at least a little bit presentable. 

It started with Wooyoung. After years and years of such a tight knit friendship between the three of you, he had come to a realization one day. He and Yeosang had actually realized they liked each other, and while not considering themselves dating, they decided they would fool around with each other every once in a while. Yeosang was afraid of ruining the relationship between the three of them and Wooyoung thought so as well, so they both agreed to keep it a secret until they were ready to tell you. They weren’t expecting a third factor to affect this new relationship between them, however. Somewhere down the line, Wooyoung was the first to realize that he liked you too, and perhaps not in just a sexual way. 

He remembers it so vividly. 

It was any other day really, playing video games and messing around as usual. Usually, when he isn’t playing, he will glance at you or Yeosang, just admiring the environment around him and the feeling he gets when he is with you two, but this time he stared too long. He found himself admiring you, how cute you looked when deep into a game. How you laughed when Yeosang lost. Everything about you had him in a trance.

Of course he did this with Yeosang too,. It came naturally at this point. But he never expected it with you. And suddenly, he became hyper aware of what he had thought normal feelings about a friendship were. The way he felt about you and Yeosang wasn’t normal – not feelings that any friend would harbor, at least.

Yeosang, on the other hand, pushed back his feelings. When Wooyoung offered him a sexual relationship, he was excited, and kind of glad he didn’t bring up any romantic feelings. Yeosang cared about the both of you so much and he would be so hurt if something so trivial got in the way. So he said yes, and he had said yes again when Wooyoung brought up the idea of teasing you and seeing if you wanted to join as well. He was aware that even a sexual dynamic could change your friendship forever, but he knew how tough you all were.

While cleaning up, Wooyoung hears presumably Yeosang fiddling with the lock on the door and entering the shared apartment, and he rushes to the front door. “Welcome to our humble abode,” he says and bows at a 90 degree angle, pointing his hand toward the living area. Yeosang chuckles and walks in and you enter behind him with an overnight bag. Only five minutes before leaving your own apartment, Yeosang asked you to pack a bag and spend the night, and you couldn’t resist saying no with the look he gave you.

“You act as if I’ve never been here before Wooy– Oh, it’s clean?” 

Yeosang lets out a louder laugh this time, holding his stomach. Wooyoung’s face contorts into a shocked expression, and he scoffs. “What do you mean? My apartment is always clean.” He straightens up his back and gives off a proud aura and you just laugh loudly along with Yeosang. 

“Wooyoung, last time I came over, your coffee table was covered in trash and ramen packets.” All the man does in response is scowl. “Anyway, I picked out a few movies for us to watch, then we can play a new game I bought,” he says excitedly, practically skipping over toward the couch. “Okay well let me change into my comfy clothes first.” Wooyoung just says, “Okay,” and plops onto the couch, turning on the TV and pulling up the movies to queue. You walk away and head into Wooyoung’s room to get dressed.

Yeosang heads over to the couch and sits beside Wooyoung, scooching into him. Wooyoung relaxes back into the couch and grabs the throw blanket above him, places it into his and Yeosang’s lap. Yeosang turns to Wooyoung and gets a bit handsy, his large hands finding a perch on Wooyoung’s lap. “So, when are we gonna do this?” Yeosang asks, brushing his thumb over the smaller man's thigh. Wooyoung’s breath hitches a bit but he composes himself just as fast.

“Should we do it tonight? They are sleeping over so maybe we can just do it tomorrow.” Now that the day has finally come, Wooyoung finds himself anxious. Are they really going to try to fuck you? What if things go too far, what if you say no, what if you hate them for asking, what if– 

“Hey, if you’re nervous, we can do it tomorrow,” Yeosang says softly, noticing him tense up a bit. Wooyoung feels himself blush a bit at Yeosang being considerate of not only him, but you and your potential feelings and reaction as well. “Yeah, that might be better, let’s just relax for today.” 

Wooyoung smiles and Yeosang feels his heart skip a beat, for a split second he thinks that maybe this is a bad idea, but Wooyoung interrupts those thoughts with a sudden kiss. It startles the blonde at first but he quickly relaxes into the kiss. Things get heated fairly quick and Yeosang reaches for Wooyoung’s clothed cock, brushing his thumb over his length when they both hear the bedroom door open, signaling you were on your way back from getting changed. The two men quickly pull apart and scooch away from each other, trying to act normal.

“Yeosang why are you sitting like that?” You cackle, looking over to him. 

Yeosang is on the opposite side of Wooyoung, his hand underneath his chin and staring off to the blank wall like he is deep in thought. Wooyoung is the only one who looks normal and like they weren’t just having a heated makeout a second ago. “Like what? I was just thinking that’s all.” Wooyoung bites his lip to hold back a chuckle at Yeosang being an idiot, and you mumble out a “Okay, thinker,” mocking him. 

You seat yourself in between the men, stealing the blanket covering Wooyoung’s lap and covering your own. For once, he doesn’t protest. You motion for Yeosang to sit closer to you, and reluctantly he does so. You wonder why he is being a bit distant when you see it, he is rock hard underneath his pants. After what happened earlier in the day and the night before, you decide to ignore it, and honestly Yeosang is thankful for that. As much as he wants to cuddle, he doesn’t want you to think he is some sort of pervert for being hard while cuddling. Not that would matter, since he is kind of a pervert for trying to get in your pants eventually anyway.

You opt to scoot closer to Wooyoung, leaning your head into his side and laying your feet near Yeosang. “So, what are we watching?” you ask, pushing your now NSFWforming thoughts aside, and ignoring the image of Yeosang’s cock in your brain. “I thought it would be cool for us to binge a series, so I chose The Hunger Games!” he says, excitement clear in his voice. Yeosang rolls his eyes and loudly sighs. “What!? I thought you love The Hunger Games!” The red head pouts and instinctively pulls you closer, probably for comfort.

“Yeah, like the first 40 billion times we watched it!” Wooyoung frowns. “Okay but yn hasn’t watched it yet, what if they want to see it?” You giggle at their banter. “I’m fine with watching it, Wooyo, and what’s with the attitude, Yeosang? You were fine just a second ago?”  You question him and he just looks away. “Nothing, I need to use the bathroom.” The blonde gets up and walks into the hall, disappearing. 

Honestly, he is fine with watching it again – Wooyoung was right, he does love those movies. But he is just so sexually frustrated right now he can’t think about anything else. He didn’t mean to get a bit snappy but he has to take care of his little problem. God, why did Wooyoung kiss him at such a horrible time? Yeosang enters the bathroom and looks into the mirror, examining his face a bit, before palming himself through his pants. God, he just can’t wait to see what you say, he needs to know what you feel like.

Yeosang imagines himself kissing your body, admiring how beautiful you probably look fully naked. He frees his cock from his pants and strokes his length a few times. How he wishes he could be inside of you, hearing your moans. And to have Wooyoung there too would send him over the edge. Precum already beads at the head of his cock and he smears it across with his thumb, naturally lubing up the head. He imagines your hot mouth working his cock. You pretty eyes staring up at him while he fucks your mouth.

Yeosang can already feel himself nearing the edge. He already jerked off earlier but he feels so pent up still. He pulls out his phone for some more material and pulls up the photo of Wooyoung once again, moaning a bit too loudly once his eyes land on Wooyoung’s clothed cock. Yeosang can feel his orgasm approaching rapidly, he is so close now. He imagines you and Wooyoung sucking him off, making his cock messy and wet and he nears his release when a knock on the door startles him and he lets go of his cock, effectively edging himself. He is about to curse when he hears whose voice it is.

“Sangie, are you okay? You’ve been in there forever and now I need to pee really badly. Can you hurry up, please?” You are on the other side of the door, regretting the amount of water you drank nervously on the way to their home. You drank it to distract yourself from the thoughts forming in your head about both Yeosang and Wooyoung and now you have to deal with the consequences of chugging four bottles of water.

“Please, I am literally going to explode out here.” Yeosang shoves himself back into his pants, albeit a bit uncomfortably, “Yeah sorry I’m coming out now.” He flushes the toilet, trying to fake actually using the restroom, and exits the bathroom as you run in and slam the door. Sweet relief. 

Yeosang walks back into the living room and sits on the couch, sulking. Wooyoung smiles widely, “So did you finish?” He laughs, knowing exactly why he was in the bathroom for so long. “Shut up,” Yeosang spits and the red head leans his head onto Yeosang’s broad shoulder. “It’s okay, I’ll suck you off later if that makes you feel better.” He gives the blonde his signature puppy dog eyes and Yeosang rolls his own. “Fine.” Is all he says. You enter the living room after relieving yourself and hop onto the couch. “Let’s get this show on the road.” Both of the men cringe deeply.

***

After you all finish the movies, it’s already late in the day and you're all tired. “We can just play games tomorrow, right yn?” Wooyoung asks you. “Yeah, I’ll probably be here all day tomorrow too, nothing to do,” you respond with a yawn. “Why don’t you just sleepover tomorrow too then?” Yeosang asks and Wooyoung eyes him with malice. If the plan does work, then that might be awkward, unless all goes well. 

“You know what, why not. I’ll sleepover another night.”

“Okay, well tonight Yeosang can sleep in my room, and you can sleep in his.” 

“What if I wanted to sleep in your room?”

“Life sucks.” 

Wooyoung shrugs. You just scoff at him and all three of you get up and stretch. You sneak a glance at their bellies as their shirts rise and nearly choke. Obviously Yeosang is very fit and he works out so there is no surprise there, but the peak of Wooyoung’s underwear and his stomach has that photo flashing through your head and you almost choke on nothing. Yeosang pats your back and asks if you’re okay and you simply nod. “I think it’s time for me to sleep anyway, goodnight guys.” Wooyoung sneaks a goodbye kiss on your cheek and attempts to do the same to Yeosang but he effectively dodges it and gives him a disgusted look.

***

You head back into Yeosang’s room and get ready for bed, doing your normal routine. You quickly fall asleep because honestly, the day has exhausted you so much. Meanwhile, both Yeosang and Wooyoung also get ready for bed. Wooyoung is doing his skincare routine in the bathroom when Yeosang comes up behind him, pressing his cock against the redhead’s ass. “I’m trying to wash my face Yeo, can’t you wait like five more minutes?” The blonde brings his hands up to cup Wooyoung’s chest, leaning his head forward and whispering into the younger man's ear, “But I need your lips on my cock right now.”

Wooyoung shivers at his words, and moans as he feels his bulge press up against his ass harder. “Let me finish washing my face please, I’ll be there in a second,” he says through a soft breath, trying not to get on his knees and suck his cock with his face covered in cleanser just to please Yeosang immediately, as much as he wants to. 

Yeosang heads back into Wooyoung’s room reluctantly and Wooyoung’s is done within five minutes, as promised. When he enters Yeosang is already palming himself through his sweats. After being edged twice essentially, he is already at full hardness, having anticipated someone touching him all day long. 

“Come over here and get on your knees, slut.” Wooyoung feels his own cock twitch in his pants, and he quickly walks over to the taller man, dropping to his knees and looking up at Yeosang eagerly. “I want you to suck my cock, and maybe I’ll reward you with your own orgasm. How does that sound?” Wooyoung gulps and places his hands on Yeosang’s thighs, squeezing a little bit. “Anything for you.”

Wooyoung pulls down the blonde man’s sweats, seeing a visible precum stain on his briefs. He palms over the head of his cock through his underwear, feeling the wet patch with his thumb. He then pulls them down, Yeosang’s red straining cock finally freed from the confines of the material. Yeosang hisses through his teeth at the feeling of the air around his pelvis. “Can you take off your shirt please, I want to see all of you.” Yeosang obliges and takes off his sleep shirt, his tensed abs now in view. Wooyoung runs a hand over Yeosang’s abs, admiring how fit he is. He then slowly brings his hand down to his pelvis, and grips the base of his length.

He works his tongue onto the tip of Yeosang’s cock, licking off the salty precum and swirling his tongue around, teasing him a bit. Yeosang lets out a long groan at the feeling of his cock finally being touched, and he swears he could honestly cum right then and there but he holds it back. Finally, Wooyoung takes him fully into his mouth, getting straight to the point and sucking his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Yeosang is caught off guard by the sudden action and lets out loud moans, not caring that you are asleep a room over.

Spit pools at of the sides of Wooyoung’s mouth as he works Yeosang’s cock, the taste of more precum coming out and the veins on his shaft fueling him. Plus, he wants that reward. Yeosang can feel his orgasm approaching quickly, just as quick as it did in the bathroom earlier. Wooyoung reaches down to stroke himself through his own pants, not wanting to wait any longer. He moans at the touch and the vibrations rock Yeosang to his core. “Fuck Woo, if you keep doing that–” He can’t even finish his own sentence because Wooyoung does it again, and again, and again.

Yeosang grips Wooyoung’s fiery red hair, and fucks himself into his mouth. The fire building inside his belly grows hotter and his moans grow louder as he gets so close. A few more movements and he’s done for. Wooyoung swirls his tongue around his length at Yeosang releases a loud string of moans as he finishes in Wooyoung’s mouth. He can feel his cum coating the back of the younger man’s throat, rope after rope coming out and seemingly never ending.

Finally, Wooyoung brings his mouth off with a pop, and swallows every last drop. “That was a lot of cum. Someone was pent up, huh?” He giggles but moans as Yeosang’s grip in his hair yanks his head upward. “Wanna tease me more, slut? Do you even want to be rewarded?” Wooyoung whimpers out, “No please, I’m good, I’m sorry, I’m a good boy Sangie.” Yeosang lets go of his hair and tilts his chin up with his finger. “Are you my good boy? Get on the bed and get undressed, ass up facing me.” The red head does as he says in record time, undressing himself and eagerly getting on the bed, into the position that was asked of him.

“Want me to eat you out? Huh?” Yeosang crawls behind him and taps his ass, Wooyoung’s cock twitching upward in response. “Yes please, please Yeo, I need you.” Yeosang works his tight hole with his tongue, rimming the edge and teasing him. He reaches a hand around the front of his torso, working his cock as well. Wooyoung is a bit longer than Yeosang, and sometimes he lets him top for that sole purpose, but most of the time he can’t help but want to make him a whimpering mess all the time. Looking at him now, moaning underneath his touch, begging for him, is better than any other feeling.

Yeosang finally enters Wooyoung’s hole with his tongue, swirling it around and prodding at his prostate. Wooyoung is now a complete mess underneath him, he hadn’t been touched by Yeosang in a week, mostly due to this plan, and partially due to him repressing his feelings for him. But now, finally feeling his hole being stuffed by his tongue, he feels so good, so wanted. After jerking him and eating him out for a while, Yeosang pulls his tongue out and flips the redhead over. Before Wooyoung can protest, Yeosang climbs further a top him and inserts a single digit into his hole. Wooyoung moans loudly at the sensation, biting his lip to suppress them a bit. 

“Don’t bite your lip, if yn is awake, I want them to hear every single moan and whimper that comes from your mouth.” At those words Wooyoung feels the knot in his abdomen tighten, he knows he’s close. “Sangie please, feels so fucking good.” Yeosang attaches his lips onto one of his sensitive nipples, earning an even louder moan from the younger man. Yeosang inserts another finger, and eventually a third, hitting his prostate relentlessly. The tight knot in Wooyoung’s abdomen finally snaps and he cums with loud moans following. Hot ropes of cum coat his stomach as he rides out his high, Yeosang’s fingers slowing at the last rope. 

“I’ll clean you up,” Yeosang says and gets dressed, heading to grab a warm towel and cleaning off himself and Wooyoung. Yeosang helps him back into his pajamas and slides into bed, cuddling behind him and hugging him close. “Thank you, Woo,” he says gently and kisses the back of his head. Wooyoung finds the moments after sex the hardest with Yeosang, because the way he does aftercare just makes him fall harder. But he holds back. He can feel himself already drifting to sleep. 

“Do you think yn will say yes tomorrow?” he asks with a yawn, squishing his body further into the larger man’s own. “Honestly, I think so. I think if we realized this about each other, then they must feel the same way.” 

Yeosang’s words comfort Wooyoung, and with those words lingering in his mind, he falls asleep.

***

You, on the other hand, are now wide awake. Some time during the night you had woken up. You felt like you had rested well, but looking at the clock you see you had only been asleep for about 30 minutes before waking back up. You had woken up to strange sounds coming from the room next to yours, Wooyoung’s room. ‘Why are they so loud right now?’ you think to yourself, and you soon get your answer in the form of a very loud moan. You can’t tell who it’s from but you can put two and two together, and figure out what’s going on.

Honestly you aren’t super surprised. When they said they would sleep in the same room, you had a small suspicion that they might mess around with each other, plus with what you saw this morning you essentially had confirmation that Yeosang and Wooyoung had indeed been fucking each other, but for how long, you wonder? At this point, you can’t help but think that they are doing this on purpose. The accidental nude, Yeosang’s door being open, now them fucking and moaning loudly knowing you are a room over? It can’t just be coincidence. A part of you wants to think so; they are your best friends and the dynamic hasn’t shifted at any point in your friendship, so what’s changed?

You have to admit, they are both attractive, and you have caught yourself staring at them once or twice before but you would never ask them to fuck, or catch feelings for either of them… Would you? Maybe they are throwing you a bone, that’s why the past two days have been so chaotic. Hell, it would explain their strange behavior the other day, whispering to each other all cryptically. Maybe they had plans up their sleeves.

Before you can indulge your theories further, you hear another, louder moan and this time you can tell who it came from. It sounded just like Yeosang and god, was it hot. You can feel heat growing inside of you, a newfound desire for the both of them. Yeosang’s moans grow a bit louder and you can hear shuffling and the bed creaking a bit. You assume maybe he finished and now they are on the bed, and just before you think things have stopped you hear a new string of moans start, this time louder, more aggressive and high pitched. It had to be Wooyoung.

You can’t take it anymore, you have to touch yourself. You feel so horny and pent up, and god they sound so good, how could you not? You feel a bit guilty masturbating in Yeosang’s bed, but then you remember him finishing on your guest room sheets and giggle to yourself. He can get over it. As you jerk yourself, working yourself to your own high accompanied by Wooyoung’s moans, you imagine them fucking you. You don’t hold back, letting your thoughts roam uncontrollably. You want them so bad, why did it take you until recently to figure it out.

You don’t just want them, you need them, you really need them to fuck you. The constant teasing and tiptoeing is too much.

You imagine Yeosang touching you all over your body, playing with your hole, and Wooyoung kissing you softly, leaving marks all along your jaw and neck. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you can tell Wooyoung is getting there as well because his moans are louder now. You fuck yourself a bit harder, you now have a goal, to finish at the same time as Wooyoung. You hear his moans grow more and more, and you are so close to the edge you can feel it. Only seconds later you finally feel your orgasm hit, and hit hard. You bite your lip to suppress the moans but hearing how utterly loud Wooyoung is while finishing makes it so difficult.

Your high slows, and you come down gently, cleaning yourself up quickly in the bathroom and shuffling back into the room before one of them even has a chance to leave the bedroom. You make it back into Yeosang’s room quickly and hop into bed. You were exhausted earlier but honestly your own orgasm took you out, probably because you finally let loose to your temptation and embraced your thoughts. You cringe at the thought of what you just did, and wonder what’s to come tomorrow, before drifting back to sleep.

***

Morning arrives and you wake up to Yeosang in the room, putting up laundry. You prop yourself up off the bed, your hair wild and crazy. You slept so soundly last night that you didn’t even dream, it’s as if you had become a rock. Yeosang sees you sit up in his peripheral vision and smiles at you. “Morning sleepy head, sleep well I assume?” He points to your wild hair and suppresses a laugh. You briefly remember the events that happened last night and you feel your face get hot. “Uh yeah, I slept like a rock.” 

You hop out of the bed and as you walk by Yeosang he ruffles your hair lovingly with a big smile on his face. He is happy because he knows what’s to come later, but also because you just look so cute when you wake up and he can’t help himself. You head toward the kitchen and see Wooyoung making breakfast for the three of you, and it smells kind of fancy. You walk into the space, and feel kind of frisky today, opting to come behind Wooyoung and wrap your arms around his small waist. He leans back into the touch.

“Watcha making?” you question, peeking over his shoulder. “Some omelets, french toast, and your favorite.” He grins widely. Wow, both of them seem so happy today. You wonder what has put them in such a good mood. You give him a quick peck on the cheek to show your appreciation and head out of the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water on the way out. 

You plop yourself onto the couch and pull up youtube, just browning whatever comes on, opting for a Markiplier video. Yeosang comes out from doing his little chores and sits on the couch next to you, scooting inward and placing his head on your shoulder. You smile at the small motion.

They are both being super affectionate today, and honestly it just further solidifies your theories that you had last night. You decide to try and not think about it too much, however, and you try to relax as much as you can today and try to just enjoy their company. It isn’t long before breakfast is finished and you all shuffle into the kitchen to grab your food and head back to the living room. 

Wooyoung hogs the remote from you and plays a different video. “It’s my house, my choice.” He pouts at your protest, but you let him choose anyway. He just selects a different Markiplier video and you all kind of fall into silent contempt, eating your food and enjoying each others’ presence. Soon, you all finish your food and just cuddle with each other. You can feel yourself fully relaxed, and just truly enjoy being around them. You love these boys more than anything and you would do anything for them. Honestly, after everything has happened, you probably wouldn’t mind hooking up with either of them, you really do trust them that much.

You care about them a lot, and don’t think anything would change the relationship, no matter the circumstance. 

As if reading your mind, you feel someone's hands wander a bit. With the way you were positioned, you were sandwiched between the two of them. Your head was on Wooyoung’s shoulder, your body only propped up halfway and your feet laying across Yeosang’s lap. Yeosang had his hands resting on your calf, but you feel them inch their way to your thigh. You can feel your face grow hot once again, but you figure he is just doing it unconsciously. As for Wooyoung, his hand was in your hair, stroking it gently. It felt good being doted on but you feel arousal start to pool uncontrollably.

Never have you really thought like this while cuddling – you all do this all the time. It’s normal. But today, right now, was different. Yeosang’s hands hitch a bit more inward, lightly stroking the inner part of your thigh with his thumb. At this point you can definitely feel the air around you change, and the tension build. You don’t even have any idea what is going on the TV right now, your focus slowly on the hands running over you. You hold back a whimper when Wooyoung lightly tugs at your hair. 

Oh, now you get it. You finally become hyper aware of what’s happening.

You were right; they did want to fuck you. 

Part of you is relieved and a part of you is scared. On one hand, you want nothing more than to please them, to fuck them to oblivion, to indulge in your fantasies. But on the other hand, you're scared of the consequences. What will happen? You look up at Wooyoung with needy eyes and he looks down, a grin on his face. “What is it yn?” he asksnonchalantly, acting as if he is clueless. 

“What are you two doing… Just tell me what it is I’ve finally caught on.” A smile crosses Yeosang’s face and he speaks up, “Tell you what?” He giggles a bit. You sit up from your position and shake them off.

“You two know what! The photo, Yeosang leaving his door open last night. I know! It took me forever to see it but I’m not stupid. Please just say it so I don’t have to.” You can feel your hands shaking, probably from both nervousness and excitement. You can’t believe it took you so long to realize the feelings that had formed over the years, all the buildup, it shocks you. And now that something even remotely interesting is happening, it makes you anxious. 

You want them so badly it hurts. You don’t know if it’s just physically, or maybe romantically, you just want them.

“Okay okay, we’re sorry for teasing you so much yn, we just got too excited.” Wooyoung says, now petting your hair gently. “I’m sorry if we made you anxious, and if it’s any consolation, we are really anxious as well.” He reassures you and Yeosang removes his hand from your inner thigh, placing it on your shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze. “I mean, you said it yourself, you now know what we are up to…” Wooyoung continues and lets Yeosang finish.

Yeosang swallows the lump in his throat before asking, “Yn, me and Wooyoung have a proposition. Would you want to sleep with us?” Your face heats back up and arousal stirs in the pit of your stomach. He asked it so gently, with so much care in his voice. These two really care about you. Yeah, they teased a lot, but your comfortability matters to them the most.

“I think…” Wooyoung and Yeosang are shivering in anticipation of your answer. “Yeah, fuck it why not.” Grins spread and the boy's faces. Their eyes swirl with lust as thoughts now fill their head. They had waited so long to do this, to finally fuck you. They wanted and craved every inch of your body. Wooyoung can feel his half hard cock grow with arousal and want, and Yeosang gives him a carnal look.

“Then why don’t we head to the bedroom, and start now?”

***

The three of you enter Wooyoung’s bedroom, Yeosang heading in first, then Wooyoung and then you enter last, trailing sheepishly behind. You were very sure in your decision, you really did want to fuck them, but you were just nervous. You honestly couldn’t recall the last time you had gotten laid by someone, let alone two people at once. Doesn’t help that they are your best friends either.

After entering the bedroom, you close the door, despite there not being anyone here besides the three of you. You guess it just brought an extra sense of security, and you needed that right now. You don’t really know what to expect. This can go really filthy and simple, or it can get emotional, or both. And god forbid it be both, you don’t know how you can handle the emotional turmoil buried deep within, and they can’t either. You all harbor deeper feelings for each other to some degree or another, you’re all just too afraid to admit it to each other, which in a sense is the root cause for your situation.

Shaking your thoughts you look at the men in front of you, a wave of comfort washing over you and settling your nerves. You were about to have sex with two of the most important people in your life, and they you, and yeah despite your earlier thoughts, it is a bit emotional. You do your best not to show that emotion, though.

“So…what do we do…” You trail off, not even knowing where to start. Wooyoung looks at you with the same look you have, lust and nerves. “What, have you never had sex before?” Yeosang asks, he knows the answer but he wants to lighten the mood a bit. He is nervous too but decides to be the comfort for the two of you, wanting to make this experience as pleasant as possible all around. “I’m kidding, don't worry, why don’t you just watch me and Wooyoung for a bit, and let yourself grow more comfortable in the atmosphere?” You smile as Yeosang’s kind words and nod your head, going over to the bed to sit down and just observe for now.

Yeosang turns to Wooyoung and looks into his eyes for assurance and consent. “Go ahead, touch me,” the redhead says breathlessly. With his full consent, Yeosang wastes no time pouncing on the younger man. He strides forward, reaching a hand to cup his jaw and gently brush his thumb over it. The gesture gives Wooyoung butterflies. He’s done this to him so many times before but this time feels much more intimate.

The blonde crashes his lips to Wooyoung’s, wasting no time kissing him and relishing in his taste. He wastes no time asking for entrance into his mouth, prodding his tongue at Wooyoung’s soft lips. Wooyoung grants him access, tasting him and languidly exploring his mouth, reaching his hand behind Yeosang’s head and pulling him deeper. Yeosang reaches his free hand to the front of Wooyoung’s shorts, palming over his growing hardness, causing the younger man to groan into his mouth.

It had only been about five minutes since this started, but to you it felt like an eternity. Your arousal grew fast after your nervousness washed away, and you had started to touch yourself through your own shorts, looking at them with lust filled eyes. They knew each other’s bodies so well and you can’t wait for them to get to know yours. You groan while touching yourself, it not being enough to get anywhere but just enough to keep you going. You want them so bad. You need them so bad.

At some point Yeosang had freed Wooyoung’s cock from his shorts, stroking it gently as he marks up Wooyoung’s neck. “Clothes off,” is all he says and Wooyoung obeys immediately, taking the rest of his clothes off. Wooyoung, now fully naked turns to you and sees how fucked out you already are and it makes his cock twitch with anticipation. He wants to touch you so badly but he knows he can’t until Yeosang says so.

“Go sit next to yn and stroke your pretty cock for me. Yn, can you get undressed for me as well?” Yeosang asks Wooyoung in a more harsh tone, but when turning to you and asking a question he sounds so soft spoken and generous. He knows Wooyoung already, he knows what he likes and dislikes but you’re different and he has to be careful. You enjoy the praise and relish in it, nodding your head and hopping off the bed to undress yourself. Both pairs of eyes are on you as you get out of your clothes, Yeosang also stepping out of his own clothes, his hardened cock now exposed.

Wooyoung swipes his thumb over the head of his length and whimpers a little in anticipation. “Yn, are you okay with sucking me off?” Yeosang asks gently, placing a hand delicately on your neck. “Of course Sangie, I’m yours.” The words head straight to his cock, precum leaking out of the tip. You sink to your knees in front of Yeosang, wrapping your hand around his girth and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

You place kitten licks on the tip, running over his slit and tasting his salty precum on your tongue. You stroke Yeosang a bit before taking more of him in your mouth and he lets out a loud groan. “F-fuck yn… So good.” Wooyoung is jerking himself a bit faster at the sight of you sinking your mouth all the way to Yeosang’s pelvis, effectively deepthroating him. Yeosang can feel the back of your throat and he swears he can cum then and there but he holds back. You start to bob your head back and forth, sucking on every pull to create a tight feeling around his cock. As you pick up your pace, spit and precum dribble at the sides of your mouth, but you don’t really care about the mess it makes, you just want him to feel good.

“Woo, c’mere.” Yeosang slurs and the younger obliges, hopping off the bed and walking up next to him. Yeosang smirks, “You two can share.” Before you understand what he means Wooyoung is on his knees beside you, rubbing circles into the small of your back. You finally understand what Yeosang means and release his cock with a loud popping sound. Before going back in with Wooyoung to please Yeosang, he moves his hand up to your neck and sloppily kisses you first, a mixture of Yeosang’s precum, your spit, and his spit spreading through your mouths. Yeosang looks down with lusty anger, “That’s not what I asked you two.” He takes two fistfuls of both your hair and Wooyoung’s pushing you towards his messy cock. “Suck, sluts.” 

Finally, Yeosang is being more dominant with you and it sends a shiver down your spine. You and Wooyoung get to work, sloppily sucking on Yeosang’s cock like it was made for your mouths. The two of you alternate between sucking on his balls, his cock, or doing it at the same time and you can tell Yeosang is close by his veins twitching. “Let me cum down yn’s throat, Wooyoung.” Yeosang says and Wooyoung pouts, but moves away. Yeosang takes your hair in his hand once again, shoving you all the way down his cock as he cums down your throat with a loud throaty groan. “Fuck, so good, you suck my cock so well, fuck,” he moans.

You pull off of him and swallow the excess that sits on your tongue, making sure to stick out your tongue and show that you swallowed every last drop. “Who do you want to prep you, yn?” he asks after coming down from his high. You shyly say Wooyoung’s name, as the two of you have barely touched each other this entire time. Yeosang nods and motions to the bed and the two of you make your way over.

“Lean back for me yn.” Wooyoung says sweetly and you let your back hit the pillows, your center exposed to Wooyoung in it’s entirety. You try to shut your legs out of embarrassment but his strong arms hold them open. “You’re beautiful yn, I want you to show me everything.” His words play over and over in your head, you don’t even notice him bending down until his hot breath is on your hole. You clench at the feeling, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. You want his tongue on you so bad. 

“Woo, please touch me please,” you beg, needing to be touched so badly. The red head indulges, dipping down and licking stripes up your hole. He tongues into your hole slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you, but it feels amazing all the same. Your moans come out too easily and you look over to Yeosang for reassurance just to see him stroking himself back to full hardness again. You whine loudly at all of the sensations and sights. You can feel your first orgasm approach rapidly. “Wooyoungie… so close fuck,” you say barely above a whisper and he takes that as an invitation, slowly inserting a finger knuckle by knuckle to stretch you out. 

Your hips buck at the sensation, the hot fire in your belly growing exponentially. “Fuck, so good, m’fuck, Woo fuck.” You slur your words. This entire time Wooyoung had been humping the bed, his untouched cock craving any kind of friction and he can feel his orgasm building as well. With one more thrust of his hips he cums onto the bed, completely untouched, but he continues his ministrations on you, leading you to your own orgasm. “Fuck! Wooyoungie, fuck, feels so good.” Tears prick your eyes as you come down from your high.

“I didn’t tell you to cum, Wooyoung.” Yeosang saunters over the bed, gripping his red hair and bring him to eye level. “I’m sorry Sangie, I couldn’t help it, felt too unh! Too good, please.” Yeosang throws him back onto the bed. “And to think, I was going to let you fuck yn while I fuck your tight hole. I might just make you watch me fuck them.” Wooyoung feels frustrated tears prick his eyes. “No! No please I’m so good please let me fuck them,” he begs the taller man. “Yeosang please, it’s fine,” you pipe in, as much as you want to see Wooyoung suffer, you also really want to see him whimper and whine while fucking you.

Wooyoung looks at you with grateful eyes. “Fine, go ahead Woo, but this is your last time to cum, got it?” he says sternly and Wooyoung nods, heading over to you and hovering his cock over your hole now. “Wooyoung, did you prep earlier like I asked?” The red head nods fast, wanting to fuck you and get fucked as quickly as possible. He is already rock hard, his angry red cock ready for another orgasm. Wooyoung had anticipated this for so long and he is so eager, he could go all day if asked.

“Go ahead then.” Yeosang gives permission and Wooyoung looks into your eyes. “I’m ready Woo, please fuck me.” With those words he reaches into his nightstand to grab some lube, and he spreads it on his cock and onto your hole, making sure to coat everything generously. He hands the lube to Yeosang behind him and the blonde does the same, making sure to lube up both Wooyoung and himself.

Finally, Wooyoung slowly slides into you, stretching you out, and god does it feel so good. He only enters halfway, allowing you to adjust. He then bottoms out and you can feel all of him inside of you, his pelvic bone touching your own skin. Yeosang slowly enters Wooyoung, filling him up fully because he knows what Wooyoung can take, and his makes him jostle forward, causing you to moan out loud. “Fuck… Fuck it already feels good and we barely moved,” you pant. Wooyoung giggles and leans down to peck you. “You ready?” he asks gently and you nod your head.

Wooyoung pulls out a bit and slowly pushes back in, repeating those motions and creating momentum. Yeosang matches his pace behind him, and while he isn’t hitting his prostate yet, Wooyoung can barely keep it together. “F-fuck, Yeosang,” he cries, inadvertently picking up his pace inside of you. A loud string of moans comes from all three of you, lewd noises and squelching filling the echoed room. You’re almost positive that their neighbors can probably hear all of you fucking right now.

You feel that familiar feelings rise in your belly again, your orgasm approaching quickly, but not quickly enough. As if Wooyoung notices, he starts to thrust harder and faster. He lifts your legs further forward, now hitting you at an angle that makes you see stars. “Feels… so full Woo…” you mumble, being fucked stupid, barely forming a coherent thought about anything but pleasure. “Yeosangie, yn… You feel so fucking good, I’m so close… Can I cum inside please fuck pleas?.” It seems he is also being fucked stupid, Yeosang slamming their hips together at an unrelenting pace. “Yes please Youngie, please come inside of me, please.” Wooyoung feels his release hit first, hot load of cum filling you to the brim.

As if it’s a domino effect, you cum soon after, and Yeosang too, filling up Wooyoung’s ass completely. You all slow down, Yeosang pulling out and Wooyoung soon after, seemingly buckets of cum landing on the sheets. “Fuck, now I have to wash these,” Yeosang grumbles. “Yeah that makes two sets of sheets you have to wash.” You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs. “I’ll get some rags to clean us up.” As Yeosang exits the room to grab some warm washcloths, Wooyoung has other plans. He gives you a mischievous grin before leaning down, cleaning up his cum out of your dripping hole.

“Mm fuck Wooyoung!” you cry from overstimulation and he soon pulls away, wiping his mouth. “I just wanted to clean you properly is all.” He grins and you weakly slap his arm, sitting up. Yeosang comes back into the room and sets the towels on the nightstand beside you. “It’s okay Sangie, I cleaned them up already.” Yeosang just throws a washcloth in his face and he yelps. “Clean them up properly, Woo.”

Yeosang grabs an assortment of oversized shirts and shorts, and you all get dressed into your pjs, all except Wooyoung, who opts for his briefs and no shirt again. You all lay in bed cuddling, the TV in Wooyoung’s room humming in the background as you all bask in the afterglow of what just transpired. “I’m really glad we did this,” you say, cuddling closer to them. “I’m honestly glad you guys offered sex, and I would like to do this again sometime.”

“Me too.”

“Me three.”

You all giggle in unison. “Actually, this may be too soon but can I say something?” Wooyoung starts. You and Yeosang ask what’s up as Wooyoung looks kind of nervous. “I uh… I know this is really soon, well, maybe not for Yeosang but it probably is for you yn… but… I was wondering, I don’t know, if maybeweshoulddatebecauseIreallyloveyouguysandIthinkIlikeyouguysmorethanjustfriends.” He says really fast and loudly, in his scratchy scream voice. “Wooyoung, we have no idea what you just said.” Yeosang giggles a bit, but reaches over you to grab his hand in reassurance, and you take hold of his other one. You kind of heard what he said and it’s making your head spin, but you want to hear him say it properly.

“Okay, sorry. I love you guys, a lot. Like, a lot a lot, y’know. And I think I want to be more than best friends with benefits. I want to go out, all of us… together.” Wooyoung blushes and attempts to hide his face from embarrassment, he can feel his face flush red and hot. Yeosang takes his jaw into his hand. “I mean… I’ve been suppressing it for a while, but I want to as well… I really love you guys and I don’t know why it took me so long to see that it was just more than friendship.”

If you weren’t so worn out, you swear you would be bawling right now. “I feel the same way, I think I’ve felt this way for a while, but didn’t realize it until recently. I really want to be with you guys, more than just friends, more than just sex, I want you all to be mine emotionally too.” You actually see a tear slip down Wooyoung’s cheek and you panic. “Wooyoung don’t cry!” Wooyoung sniffles a bit and wipes his tears. “I just wasn't expecting you guys to say yes. I’d been planning on confessing since I brought up this plan to Yeosang, even he didn’t know about me confessing.” Yeosang mumbles that he’s right.

“Well I’m glad you did Wooyoungie, I love you, the both of you.” You all squish together in a giant cuddle/hug pile, and kiss each other softly. You want to relish this moment forever, and before you know it, you all fall asleep in each others’ arms.

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The Night Does Not Belong to God

‘The whites of your eyes, turn black in the low light in turning divine.’

Synopsis: Mingi’s favorite pass time is watching your eyes roll… 

Warnings: soft!dom Mingi(if you squint), teasing, groping, unprotected sex, (wrap before you tap kids), pet names (baby, peaches, etc.), lmk if I forget anything <3

Word Count: 1.1k

Mingi loved a lot of things in this world. Singing, dancing, being a part of his band, and meeting all the people who support him being a few. Other things, well, weren’t so PG. 

He liked to tease you; after all, he was a menace on stage and in real life. He liked seeing you flustered, hot, and bothered. Mingi loved it when you got so worked up that you would stumble over your words, stutter, turn red and get so upset that you eventually gave up talking altogether. 

Just like now, he’s watching you through his glasses as he sat in his studio chair, working on a new song. He was chewing on the end of a pen, watching you like a hawk. You took the bait as always. You take a second glance, unsure if he was looking at you the first time. When your eyes met, you knew what he had in mind. But, his bandmates were sitting next to you; it was going to be a long afternoon and an even longer ride home. 

You clear your throat and go back to listening to the conversation that Wooyoung and San were having about what they were going to have for dinner. You were trying your hardest to be a part of the conversation but your distraction was drawing your attention back to him once again. Your eyes shift to him again, watching as he scoots to the edge of his chair, keeping his eyes on yours as he wiggled his hips. You try to keep your attention on your two friends but Mingi was making it incredibly difficult. You cross your legs and squeeze them together slightly, clearing your throat as San laughed at something Wooyoung had said. 

“I’ll be right back,” you announce, patting Woo on this leg and departing from the couch you were all sitting on. Woo and San didn’t pay any mind as you walked to the studio door, their conversation too enthralling to notice what was occurring in the room. You hurry down the corridor to the bathrooms where you close yourself into a stall, heaving a deep breath as you sit on the toilet. You just needed a few moments to compose yourself; hopefully, Mingi would stop and get back to work so you could go the rest of the afternoon without being bothered. 

But, as usual, Mingi didn’t know when to stop. 

You gather what little wits you had together and exited the stall. You fan your face and go to the sink, turning the water on. As you glance in the mirror, you notice a familiar figure leaning against the wall of the bathroom, making you whirl around, gasping, “Mingi! You can’t be in here!” He chuckles at you as he swoops a bag off the ground. “Come on. We’re going back to your place.” He held out his large palm to you. “But, what about-” you begin to protest but he sighs, “I’ll come back after I take you home.” he winked. “Besides, everyone is going to lunch.” 

The ride back to your apartment was quick, or at least felt faster than normal. Mingi kept you occupied by trying to grope you in the backseat, nibbling on your ear as he whispered dirty things that he wanted to do to you. He liked seeing your face turn red, seeing you get flustered when there were other people around only made him do it more. 

He basically shoved the door open as you unlocked it, making you gasp in surprise when he kicked it harshly closed. You didn’t have enough time to turn and look at him before he swooped you over his shoulder and swiftly tossed you onto the couch. You gasp in shock, “Mingi!” You bounce on the cushions as he towers over you. His nose skims your collarbone as his hands slide up your shirt, groping anything his large palm could get ahold of. He catches your whimper in his mouth, kissing you feverishly, “I’ve been dreaming of this moment all day, peaches.” He groans, teeth mashing yours as he basically consumes your lips. You shudder as he nibbles your neck, pulling your shirt up over your head. “Mingi-” you giggle as he attempts to tug your shirt over your head. “Slow down-” You try to say but his mouth is back on yours, kissing you as if you were his type of air. Mingi paws at you, moaning as he grinds against your thigh. You whimper at the feeling of his hard dick pressing into your flesh. “Fuck, babygirl.” he quick pulls your bra down so your breasts bounce free, and his other hand makes quick work of your pants. He does the bare minimum as he uses his forefinger to move your panties to the side. You whimper as he prods you, but alas, he is Mingi; and that means he is impatient. 

Mingi pushes the band of his sweatpants down and frees himself, the head of his member slapped into the inside of your thigh and he moans into your neck as he presses into you. You moan loudly, the lack of preparation made his sudden entrance sting. You dig your fingers into his biceps as he snaps his hips into yours, desperately chasing his release. You gasp into his mouth as his hips meet yours, jolting you so hard that your head bumps into the arm of the couch. He puts his hand between your head and the hard surface so you don’t get hurt and goes faster. 

Your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head as the familiar warmth of impending pleasure spreads through your groin. He moans, gripping your chin as he growls into your mouth, “Do it again. I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours roll into the back of your head for the rest of my life.” He grunts, feeling you squeeze him hard as you began to cum. “Mingi!” You cry out his name into your apartment, and he shifts his grip to above your head for balance as he fucks you even faster. “Fuck- Mingi!” You gasp, the wave of another orgasm quickly approaching. Mingi’s specialty; somehow making you cum repeatedly. It was his favorite pastime. “Fuck, y/n!” He moans your name into your neck as he slows down, snapping his hips one last time before stilling completely. You both lay there, arms wrapped around each other, catching your breath. 

The fog of sex finally clears after a few moments and you pat his arm, making him sit up to look into your eyes. “Did you mean it?” You ask, making him cock his head. “Hmm?” 

“When you said, forever? Did you mean it?” He grins, pecking you all over your face, “Of course, peaches. It’s my favorite way to unwind.” 

Sorry I made y'all wait so long heh... I've been very busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed <3 next poll coming soon!

Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Seonghwa, San, & Hongjoong)

Words: 7,205

Warnings: Car accident, mentions of past trauma. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is! The moment you’ve all been patiently waiting for and greatly anticipating!! I know the chapter is a little shorter than the usual ones, but I feel it sets the tone for the series nicely, and frames the coming parts well. I’m super excited to show you all what I have planned, and to really dive back into the world of HC and everyone’s favourite Demon Boys hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

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{2} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 5,203

Warnings: OC gets called a bitch again. Mention of injuries and vomiting. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Alright! Next chapter!! Hehehe, there’s so much to be revealed as this series progresses, so I really hope you all like this part! I’m so happy with the support I’ve been receiving already for this series, so I really hope you’ll all enjoy the rest of what I have planned. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: Kang Yeosang x fem! reader 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲: Smut, Fluff 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.8k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: dom!Yeosang, oral sex (m), unprotected sex, cum eating, praise, use word like: bitch. 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: You miss your boyfriend and you decided to sleep with his clothes but he discovers you.

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This is merely entertainment, this does not represent any real person.

It is forbidden to copy or translate my work.

English NO is my first language.

You always kept busy when your boyfriend went on tour so you wouldn't miss him, plus you almost always tried to talk on the phone and you watched all the recordings that came out of him to feel him present, but sometimes you felt that that was what made you miss him further.

His absence was present with each day that passed away, but you put up with it and tried to support him just as he was in charge of supporting your projects and goals.

You had met Yeosang by mere coincidence and although you didn't believe in fate and stuff, this was different, you felt that it really wasn't just luck that brought his paths together.

Although it was not easy to get to where they were, they were proud of what they had achieved, a nice house in a nice place with jobs that they both liked.

But not everything was good and there were days like today when work made you want to explode and you couldn't bear the fatigue in your body, you just need a hug from Yeosang, but thinking that that day just wouldn't be alone made you want to cry.

You were standing outside the house, but you didn't want to go inside and feel the loneliness in the environment, but you also didn't want to freeze outside so you turned the key once and for all erasing the illusion and wish that Yeosang would be inside waiting for you, but it was obvious who wasn't there when the lights out greeted you.

You sighed leaving your things aside and throwing your shoes in some corner of the house on the way to your room and you threw yourself on the bed extending your hands to cover the entire mattress, but you didn't make it.

You closed your eyes for a moment but in reality hours had passed and you didn't realize when you had fallen asleep, but now that you had 10% more energy you went to shower.

When you left a trail of water with your steps because you had forgotten your pajamas, but when you were looking for it and you saw your boyfriend's clothes you wished he was here because you really needed him, you wanted to tell him that your useless classmate spilled coffee on your papers for "accident" and you had to redo them, that the boss had decided that you would be the one to close the office and you stayed up late doing paperwork.

It wasn't that bad if you thought about it, but there were times when you wanted him to listen to you, it didn't matter if they were good or bad things, he had always paid attention to every detail you said and laughed or suffered with you, but not today.

You stopped thinking and took a shirt from the closet, you hugged it trying to comfort you a little with the perfume it was wearing from him, but it wasn't enough, it felt so empty in your hands.

Then you had a fit of desperation and you took all the clothes you could until your hands weren't enough, you went to bed with just a pair of panties and without letting go of the clothes you went to bed inhaling the smell that came from the clothes.

With your arms around the clothes and your nose tucked between them if he closed his eyes hard enough you could imagine he was there. were you crazy? Maybe, but he made you feel good and you clung to your clothes as you tried to fall asleep imagining that he was really next to you, that his hands encircled your body and you rocked to the sound of his heart beating.

***

Yeosang was surprised to see you asleep in bed with the room in a mess, there were clothes thrown away and some small puddles of water but you were peacefully asleep hugging a lot of his clothes.

He couldn't help but smile and she went to bed, pushing aside the pile of cloths and replacing them with his body just as you had imagined but didn't realize.

He kissed your forehead and he covered you with the sheets without stopping smiling at your crazy efforts trying to sleep and stop thinking about how much he loved you.

***

The sound of someone in the kitchen woke you up and you got scared because you still thought you were alone, so you put on the first thing you found and went to see what was happening with your phone in one hand ready to call the police and in the other, well also take the first thing you saw and you were carrying a lamp.

You were barefoot and your steps could not be heard, your hands trembled but when you turned in the corridor and saw Yeosang you were surprised.

"What are you doing here?" your voice alarmed him a bit but he smiled as he turned to see that you had a lamp in your hand and this time he didn't hold back a laugh "it's not funny, I thought someone had entered."

You walked over, leaving the things on the table, and gave him a little punch on the arm, but he kept laughing, so much so that his stomach had started to hurt.

"I…I…I wanted to surprise you, but you're always faster."

"But stop laughing" you gave him a series of blows but he took your hands defending you. You were happy to see him, really, but the scare he gave you had taken away your longing for last night.

"I'm sorry, but you're so silly" he hit his body before you could say anything and his hands wrapped around your waist "I missed you so much."

You stopped fighting and also put your hands around him, letting yourself be intoxicated by his scent and the heat that came from his body.

"me too"

"I think so" he pulled you apart to see your face and started laughing again "you looked like a bird when I found you."

"A bird? That sounds bad."

"You were asleep in my clothes, as if I were still nest, did you miss me so much?"

You blushed a little and rolled your eyes looking away. Yeosang took your face in his hands and forced you to look at him to get closer to your mouth. You let his lips rest on you and you closed your eyes as you felt how he began to move them trying to keep up with the rhythm until the phone began to ring.

Before you could react Yeosang took over and you just stood there dazed a bit until you remembered that you had to go to work and realized that maybe it was someone from work.

"Yes, she won't go" Yeosang said on the phone "she's very sick, I think she has to stay home for a couple of days" you tried to take the phone from him but he stopped it "of course, I know I'll say it no problem, good day ."

"what are you doing?"

"getting you vacation."

"but…"

"It doesn't matter, it's done" you sighed looking at him but then you smiled a little "what do you think we better go to our nest?" he asked taking your waist and putting his lips on your ear blowing a little making your skin stand on end.

Between kisses and trips they arrived at the messy room and you felt like your body was beginning to warm up a bit. He led you to the center of the room and left you there without saying anything while he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands next to his body, smiling, looking you up and down.

"what are you doing?"

"You were thinking of going out like this to attack someone?" You looked down and realized that you were only wearing panties and a half-zip jacket "but I won't deny that you look great baby"

You clenched your hands at your sides and tried to bear the weight of his gaze on your bare legs.

"I wonder what else will look good on you- he turned to take one of her shirts and threw it at you " why don't you try it on? "

Yeosang sometimes liked that you took control and let you play with his body, but there were times when he just liked to watch your body obey him and you didn't ask any questions.

He refrained from repressing a sigh as you uncovered your breasts as you slowly unzipped and as the clothes left to take the other, he detailed every movement of your body and watched how your breasts stood on end through the white fabric but he felt that this was not the case. It was what I wanted to see you with, it did not highlight the figure in your body.

He searched through his clothes and found one of his white shirts and just imagining he felt how his member fussed in his pants. You saw the white cloth land on your feet and you picked it up seeing that it was his white shirt and the image of him with it came to your mind, you really liked it when Yeosang dressed up and before placing it on your naked body you didn't you could avoid smelling it by letting yourself be carried away by the fragrance it released.

You only buttoned the button in the middle and let the others show a bit of your abdomen, Yeosang bit his lips and contained the desire he had to pounce on you when you gave him an "innocent" look and pressing the sleeves of your shirt because you it was a bit big.

"how I look?"

"come here" you took a step, swaying a little and trying to look a little scared, but as you were halfway there he stopped you "no baby, get on the floor."

You didn't hesitate for a second and you put your hands and knees on the cold ground, you crawled to where he was while making eye contact trying to figure out his next move. When you were finally close you touched his knees and caressed his thighs but he took your hands.

"what are you doing little bird?" I ask making fun of you for sleeping in his clothes.

"Don't call me that…" He took you by surprise by the hair, feeling a small burning sensation on the back of your neck and approached your ear.

"Do you like it better when I call you a bitch?" His voice became deeper and you let out a groan but you nodded quickly "use your words"

"Yeah"

He released you and returned to his starting position with his hands next to his body, spreading his legs wider so he could admire how you fit into them. With a single gesture in his gaze, you knew what he was asking for and carefully went to unbutton his pants to release his member.

You licked your lips when you saw the tip with precum but before that you touched it with your fingers massaging a little to lubricate it.

"show me how much you missed me"

His words were left behind as you tasted just a little bit of him, your tongue circling over his tip as your hands massaged up and down, his head recording your movements and getting lost in the sensation of your tongue playing with his length but he wanted to more, even so, he let you have control for a moment until he lost patience and took your hair again to make you go deeper, letting him feel the depth of your throat.

You felt the weight of his member on your tongue but didn't stop when he raised his hips to fuck your mouth. You held your breath for a bit and felt your eyes sting as he thrust a little hard but you stood your ground and grabbed his thighs so you could warn him and that seemed to calm him down letting you go at your own pace.

The tears had already started rolling down your face and he wiped them away with his thumb to try and apologize but he couldn't say anything as you sucked on the tip letting him moan instead noticing his eyes closed and he let his head fall back encouraging you to continue like this. You did what he asked you until you perceived how his member began to tremble inside your mouth announcing his release.

You moved faster trying to ignore the moisture in your panties and the pain in your crotch, focusing only on the moans that Yeosang released from his throat when he took your head so that you hit bottom again, you felt a hot liquid run inside you and you swallowed what you could but something spilled out of the corners of your mouth rolling down your neck along with the tears in your eyes.

You separated from him leaving the sound of a pop and smiled as you noticed that his face had turned red, Yeosang wasted no time and took you by the arms so you could sit on his lap while he cleaned the white trail he had left on your skin You let his mouth sink into your neck as you cupped his hair and rocked your hips over its length that hid between your legs to fill you up a bit but you knew that wasn't enough with your panties in between.

"Yeo…"

"I know, I can feel you baby" he whispered into your skin and with quick movements he turned them around leaving you face down on the pile of his clothes and when you least expected it he left his hand on your butt before rubbing you and taking off your panties "sorry for making you wait, you've been a good girl" you nodded at his words and he raised your hips, spread your legs to align and ran his fingers over your pussy making you moan "easy baby I haven't even started yet."

You rocked your hips at the same time as his fingers ran down your walls and massaged your swollen clit.

"Yeosang… please" you begged looking at him over your shoulder with the trail of new tears in your eyes. You saw him smile but you noticed how he finally took his member and passed it through where his fingers had been and provoking you, leaving his tip at your entrance.

You moved your hips back and felt his member slide into you a little until he finished the job with a quick thrust letting out a moan in unison. You felt Yeosang start to move and you held on to the fabrics around you as you tried to hold the pressure inside you.

You buried your face on the clothes and inhaled the aroma, getting drunk with a mixture of his smell and his movements, you felt your whole body filled by Yeosang, his smell, his voice, his fingers on your hips, his member hitting your walls, your mind just was focused on him and no one else.

Your vision blurred as your legs began to shake and your arms began to burn from supporting your own weight, but you focused on the sensation inside you as you squeezed your boyfriend's cock and how it began to contract again.

"Don't stop Yeo…"

"I won't do it."

You suppressed your moans on the clothes that were already dirty from your saliva and you felt how the knot in your stomach began to tighten more with each thrust, but suddenly you just sighed, releasing yourself and letting your body tremble from the sudden rush.

You let yourself fall feeling Yeosang's hands clinging to your hips while he finished quenching his pleasure, you felt his release spill inside you leaving you warm and you could only respond by moaning with him when he fell on your back trying to catch his breath.

The weight of his body comforted you when you felt his mouth on your neck to adorn it with kisses while he told you how well you had done. He left you standing to one side caressing your back still covered by his shirt that had now become his favorite.

"Are you okay?" You nodded, opening your eyes to see him and smiled when you noticed the slight layer of sweat on his forehead "let's take a shower."

"No, I want to be here for a moment."

You stuck to his body, bringing his lips together in a tender kiss while you were aware of his hands rising to your chest.

"Do you want to continue?"

"Just a moment…" you closed your eyes hugging him while his hands held your waist and kissed your forehead "I feel intoxicated… by you."

Yeosang wanted to laugh but he held back holding you close to his body and feeling his chest swell for you.

"You're crazy."

"I know you love me."

"Maybe" You punched him in the chest and he let out the laugh he contained "Yes, I love you more than anything."

hiiiii i saw your game and i would like to join it if you dont mind hehe! anyway, i would like to ask for space pirate atz like the one in “don’t stop” mv ot8(because im greedy) but mingi focus x fem!reader smut and the title would be “Little Touch Of Heaven”. you can just ignore the ot8 if you’re not comfortable with polyamorous relationship ^^ and sorry for the long ass ask T-T thank you! hope you have a wonderful day!

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❏ Pairing : mingi x fem!reader

❏ Genre : smut

❏ W.C : 2662

❏ Warnings : mention of kidnapping, pirate!mingi + pirate/nurse!reader, implied polyamorous relationship, mentions of wounds, bruises etc, oral [f receiving], marking, breast/nipple play, clit play, hairpulling, groping, getting caught, exhibitionism, voyeurism

❏ A/N : Under 16’s DNI. Sorry for taking over 6 months to post this 💀

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TUTTING, YOU HELD MINGI STILL WHEN HE TRIED TO PULL AWAY, AN ANNOYED SCOWL EVIDENT ON HIS FACE.

You simply chuckled at it however, dipping the rag in alcohol before wiping at his cuts once again.

“Y’know, maybe if you got into less fights, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

Mingi scoffed at your words, wincing when the alcohol seared at his open wounds. The one on the bridge of his nose was being considerably troublesome.

“I’m literally a pirate, fighting’s in my job description.”

Pulling away, Mingi snatched the cloth from you and began dabbing at his own wound, using the mirror on the opposite side of the cabin to guide himself as he spoke.

“How about you come and do a day’s work instead of sitting on your ass, twiddling your fuckin’ thumbs while you wait to patch us up. Perhaps you’ll change your tune then.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved closer to Mingi, your eyes connecting in the mirror. Your hands fell to his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. Despite his harsh tone, you knew that he didn’t mean those words. Something else was eating him up from the inside out.

“No one blames you, Mingi. You did a noble thing and everyone appreciates you for it.”

Mingi grit his teeth, partially from the pain and partially from frustration as tears threatened to fall.

“Everyone thinks I’m a fucking joke. Mingi, the comic relief, always needing to be saved after his latest fuck up.”

You creased your brow at this, turning Mingi around and holding him in place firmly, taking the rag back from him. You cleaned the last of his facial wounds before pressing a kiss to his nose, cupping his cheek. Mingi couldn’t help but lean into your touch, eyes closed as he let out a sigh.

“I heard Seonghwa talking to Joong, he wants to stick me back here with you for the time being. Cleaning the fucking kitchen.”

You chuckled at this, rubbing your thumb over the faint scar on his cheekbone.

“Welcome to a woman’s world, Min. Stuck at home twiddling your thumbs because you’re too ‘fragile’ to do anything else. It’s a comfy lifestyle tho, I’ll admit that.”

These words brought a smile to Mingi’s face, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leaned into your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your neck before nuzzling into it.

“I just.. feel like I’m a deadweight.”

“Mingi, you were tossed outta a car in the middle of nowhere, Hwa is just being overprotective as usual. Everyone here loves and values you, even if some of those fuckers have a hard time showing it.”

He nodded into your neck and whispered softly onto your skin, pressing small kisses from your nape to the back of your ear.

“I don’t think I say it enough but.. I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Min.”

You pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, hands tangling in his hair as you tugged him as close as possible. When you squeezed him into a hug however, he hissed with pain, instinctively pulling away slightly.

“Shit- Doc, I’ve got a few more wounds for ya to fix.“

You blushed at the nickname, one that Mingi had been calling you ever since he found out about your dream to be a doctor. You had just started looking for universities when your parents informed you they’d be marrying you off to a stranger five years older than you, subsequently crushing any chance of achieving said dream. It’s why you begged to join the pirates when they raided the port in your town. You’d rather live a life as an outlaw than one tied down to a man who you didn’t even know.

Guiding Mingi to the bed, you carefully pushed him onto it, mindful of the new pain he was experiencing. Perhaps bruising beginning to purple after being roughed up. You rubbed a hand on his leg for a second before gesturing to his top, fingers falling to the buttons when he nodded at you.

You made light work of the flimsy material, wincing when you saw the patchwork of cuts and bruises decorating his torso. You grazed your hand over them lightly, quickly pulling your hand away when Mingi winced again. Despite the considerable damage done to his body, Mingi still looked as desirable as ever. Your face heated as you grabbed the rag again, only now noticing Mingi’s eyes trailing your every move.

“Y’know, I’m not gonna slit your throat if you take your eyes off me for a second.”

Mingi just scoffed before wincing, his body raising off the bed slightly as he clicked his back and let out a relieved groan. Unfortunately, your mind seemed to be in the gutter today, and you couldn’t deny how that seemingly-innocent sound had left you hot and bothered. However, as diligent as ever, you chose to focus on the wounds rather than the downright sinful noises you were eliciting from the male as you painstakingly cleaned each and every one. Even though you’d taken a sneaky look every five seconds at the very least, you had soon cleaned and bandaged every wound on Mingi’s body, now just left with a half-naked man on your bed smirking at you.

“Baby...”

Your body immediately responded to the petname that fell from Mingi’s lips, his hand now falling to your thigh. His eyes almost seemed clouded over with lust, hair messily falling into his face as he slowly stroked and squeezed your thigh. You fought to keep a moan at bay from his teasing actions, instead letting out a shaky breath.

“Yes… Mingi?”

Sitting up slowly, Mingi’s hand began to traverse into dangerous territory, only just managing to stay on your thigh. He let his other hand stray to your back, setting your nerves on fire as he traced up your spine to your neck, his hand resting comfortably on it as he leaned in closer with a pained breath.

“You need to kiss me better.”

The next moment your lips were connected with his, the hand situated on your neck pushing you impossibly closer so Mingi could deepen the messy embrace. While your hands gently groped at his body, you noticed yourself becoming considerably soaked with each pained huff and moan the boy gave you, especially when he broke the kiss to swear under his breath and attack your neck instead.

One of your hands fell to his waist while the other toyed with his baby hairs, pulling at Mingi until there was no space between the two of you. Airy moans left your parted lips as he sucked small marks onto your neck, soothing them with his tongue before adding a few more. His movements were slow with the wear and tear of fighting all day, his hand rising slowly to the neck of your shirt. He pulled away slightly from your nape to whisper onto your skin once again, his breath warming your cheek.

“Can I?”

Instead of responding, you began to unbutton the shirt yourself, turning to Mingi as you did so. He shamelessly let his eyes travel south, a small smile tugging at his lips when he finally caught sight of your breasts. Once you let your shirt drop onto the floor infront of you, Mingi wasted no time being coy, ripping at the last piece of material separating him from your mesmerising chest. Almost out of instinct, his face dived into the cavern between your breasts, hands coming up to toy with them while he sucked more love bites onto your soft skin.

“S-shit, Min.”

You had to try and keep your back from arching when his mouth latched onto your left nipple, his free hand falling to the small of your back while the other began to tug and roll your right one. No matter where you put your hands it felt wrong, the sheets, the bed frame, the wall. Eventually you rested them on your mouth, conscious of just how loud you were being. Soon after however, Mingi scoffed and pulled your hands away, pulling away from your nipple to speak with a slight snarl to his tone.

“I wanna hear you, I don’t give a fuck about what the others think.”

You we’re about to protest lightly, knowing Hongjoong would rip you a new one in the morning if you kept him up all night again, but Mingi smothered your lips once again with his. While his first kiss had been softer, this one was more passionate, aggressive. He was trying to intentionally elicit a reaction from you, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

His touch was still sweet despite the desperation behind it, Mingi slowly laying you down before clamouring on top of you, never breaking the kiss while doing so. When one of your hands raked down his back, right next to a bruise, he moaned sloppily into the kiss. You tried to pull away but Mingi’s hand held your head in place, his lips still against yours as he spoke.

“I’m fine, keep going.”

You simply hummed in response, deftly opening his trousers while Mingi shimmied them down and kicked them off. He returned the favour, tearing the last fabrics from your body with impatience. Now the two of you were bare, Mingi’s hands once again exploring your figure while his head dipped down. He took a deep breath in, the heavenly scent of the Arabian perfumes you’d bought a few months back entrancing him. His lips connected with your soft, sweet skin, pressing kisses all over, working his way down until he was face to face with your pussy. He smirked and dragged a finger up your slit, tasting you eagerly.

“You’re practically dripping, baby. Bet the others can’t make you this wet, hm?”

You shook your head, throwing it back when Mingi’s thumb pressed into your clit. His movements were slow, torturous as you whined quietly.

“Look at me, Y/N. I wanna see and hear just how good I make you feel.”

Shakily, you sat up on your elbows to look down at him, biting your lip when he quirked an eyebrow at you. He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly lowered himself into your heat. You sucked in a quick breath when his nose grazed your clit, teeth gritted as Mingi’s warm breath threatened to make you leak all over the sheets. Then, he gave your pussy one long lick, his lips curving up into a smirk when your legs shuddered around his legs.

“You like that, baby?”

“Fuck, yes!”

His deep voice sent vibrations running up your spine, almost as if every nerve in your body was on fire. Your thighs quivered around Mingi’s head, and your hand instinctively fell to his hair. Pulling him that impossible inch closer, your pussy throbbed as more juices spilled onto Mingi’s tongue. He groaned quietly into you, resuming his ministrations. You were so fucking addictive.

Your cabin / makeshift doctor’s office was steamy, the air wet with lust. Mingi lapped at you like a dehydrated dog in the summer’s heat, his hand securing your waist to the bed as you bucked helplessly in his grip. Time became an irrelevance, the only thing you needed was Mingi and his talented mouth. When you hummed with frustration, squeezing Mingi’s arm, he pulled away, mildly concerned.

“You want me to stop?”

You quickly shook your head, eyes watering as your lip quivered.

“I need more, please.”

Fuck, how could he say no to that?

Mingi nodded and quickly sat up, moving higher up the bed until his crotch was aligned with yours. He looked to you for permission once more and you wiggled your hips in response, earning a groan from the male. His hand firmly gripped your thigh, steadying himself as he rubbed his tip along your slit. Before you could complain he pushed the tip in and you let out a squeal, voice shaking as Mingi pushed in further. He was slow and careful, making sure you were okay each step of the way until he finally bottomed out inside you, your hips shaking as you struggled to take him all. Mingi’s head hung as he panted, restraining himself from moving until he got the go ahead from you.

“Okay, I-I’m ready.”

Pulling out slightly, Mingi carefully pushed himself back in, relishing the way your body arched off the bed with pleasure. His grip on your thigh tightened, squeezing the supple flesh once more before beginning to thrust. Your chest jolted with each movement and your back arched crazily, your mind blank with pleasure. All you could think about was Mingi and his cock, thrusting you straight to cloud nine. His tip abused your sweet spot with each ministration, and his face contorted with pleasure every time you screamed his name. His hand moved from your thigh to your hip, easily lifting them and angling your body in a better position.

“Shit, baby. You’re so f-fucking good for me. Taking me so w-well.”

You whimpered when Mingi’s nails dug into your skin, his pace brutal and his face focused. The moans he was pulling from you were wildly loud, and you were sure the others could clearly hear you. Sweat began to make Mingi’s skin glisten in the dim lighting, dripping down his forehead as he threw his head back. Eager to see him, your hands went to his back, clawing at him as you tried to pull him down.

Chuckling, Mingi leaned in and embraced you, his plump lips enveloping yours as he greedily stifled your moans. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away with a smirk when you whined. About to speak, Mingi was cut off by a third party’s cough, his hips stopping and your eyes doubling in size as you turned to see the rest of the crew standing in the doorframe. Hongjoong was at front, scowling with his arms crossed as he looked between the two of you. Seonghwa was rubbing his temples in frustration, understandably stressed out from yet another problem to add to the group’s list of daily antics. Yunho however, had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“When you said you’d ‘take good care’ of Mingi, I didn’t think you meant like this.”

Your cheeks felt like they were burning under their scrutiny, yet Mingi had still not pulled out. One part of you wanted this nightmare-esque event to be other, yet another part of you, a startlingly large part of you, didn’t want this to end. While Yeosang, Wooyoung and San had been giggling and talking amongst themselves, Jongho was the only one who hadn’t shown a reaction yet. Stoic as usual, his gaze was fixated on you, eyes practically boring into your own. When the others had quietened down, he finally spoke.

“You woke us up, Y/N.”

The room became silent as tension rose, thick and noticeable. As always, Seonghwa tried to step in and be the peacemaker.

“Jjong-”

Raising a hand, Jongho walked forward, his gaze still unmoving from you. He was like a predator carefully advancing towards his prey, trying not to bear his claws. You knew where he was going with this, but the others seemed in the dark. Frozen, Mingi dumbly stared on as Jongho crouched next to you, holding your face harshly as he spoke lowly, his gentleman façade slipping just as it always did.

“Put on a show for us, Doll. Hm?”

A wicked smile overtook Mingi’s dumbfounded shock, barely letting you nod obediently at Jongho before he had you on his lap, cock still buried deep. He pressed a kiss to your clavicle before turning you so you were facing the others. Spreading your legs, he lazily rubbed your clit a few times as you jumped in his lap, the eyes on you only making more juices seep lewdly from you.

“Why don’t we show them just how much you love my cock, baby?”

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