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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Be The Light (Part 5)

pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

genre: Dystopian AU, angst, some fluff maybe, based off of ATEEZ’s lore

wc: 4.3k+

warnings: language. some violence. this is set in strictland. ANGST. Mentions of injuries, needles, and accidents. Let me know if I missed anything.

summary: You lost them, then found them again. And now that freedom is so near, you fear losing them once again.

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You insert the memory card into the video player with trembling hands. As the little chip clicks into the slot, you can feel your heart beating in your throat, and your grip on the device tightens enough for your knuckles to run white. You inhale deeply to ground yourself and press play before you can convince yourself otherwise. The screen flickers to life, the video crackling for a moment before it focuses on the sneaker-clad feet of two people.

“Is it recording?” You hear Yunho’s voice through the speakers; the familiar lilt of his voice makes you gulp.

“I think so, but why is it showing our feet?” Wooyoung questions, his confused tone causing you to roll your eyes fondly. Even though he was the arsonist, he was also the one who helped Yeosang hack into the government's systems. So for someone so good with technology, it always amused you when he struggled with the older machinery.

In the background of the video, you hear the door squeak open, followed by the rustle of thin plastic as if it is sliding against something. There’s a soft thud followed by Yeosang’s voice, “That’s because you are holding it wrong. You are supposed to flip the camera so that it is facing towards you. It hasn’t been that long since we recorded a video. How did you forget how to use electronics so soon?”

“You’re the one who usually handles all of it,” Wooyoung can be heard saying, his voice sounding further away now. “And we don’t use this outdated video recorder anyways.”

The camera jerks as Yeosang takes the device from Yunho and pans it so that the figures of the other two boys in the room can be seen. Wooyoung is already across the room, ruffling through the contents of the plastic bag that Yeosang seemed to have brought with him. He turns around to face the camera—or rather, Yeosang—with wide eyes, “Are these Kimbap rolls? Where did you get them?”

“Apparently, they have the previous owner of H-BBQ working at the academy to make food for the students,” there’s a smug undertone to Yeosang’s words as he replies to the question.

“What?” Wooyoung gapes at the older male. “No way! Please tell me you’re kidding!”

“No, I’m not,” Yeosang continues. You can hear the glee in his tone as he watches a huge grin spread on the face of his childhood friend.

“H-BBQ?” Yunho parrots cluelessly, also moving closer to peek into the plastic bag. His eyes widen when he catches a whiff of the food, “Oh, this smells really good.”

“H-BBQ was a well-known restaurant near Wooyoung’s parents’ house,” Yeosang explains. “One of the newer recruits that Light came across a few weeks ago told me that the owner is now working at the academy here. So, I requested our contacts to get us some food made by them if they could.”

“You are an angel,” Wooyoung chirps, happily diving into the bag to fish out three foil cylinders, handing one each to the other two males.

“Leave some for the rest as well,” Yeosang mutters softly, and for a moment, all you can hear is the rusting sounds of them tearing up the foil covering. “So, why are you using this camera to record something? Wouldn’t it be more efficient to use the newer ones?”

“Those ones are reserved for official work for The Movement,” Yunho says when he realises that Wooyoung is way too busy devouring the food to explain the plan to Yeosang. “We want to make a few videos for Light, considering… y’know.”

“Oh,” there’s a rush of breath as if Yeosang is sighing. “I don’t like this, honestly. Light is going to be really angry with all of us when they find out our plan.”

“We have no other option,” Wooyoung reminds him after he swallows a bite of the roll. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to the worst-case scenario and that everything sails smoothly.”

“Yeah, let’s try and ensure that Light won’t have to resort to Plan B,” Yunho agrees, though paradoxically, his voice wavers a bit.

The video then blacks out for a few moments before the screen comes to life again. This time it is Wooyoung who is holding the camera. He waves at it for a second before pointing it at San, who is washing his face, the latter pauses for a second in his ministrations to pose for the camera.

“Why are you making a video of me doing my skincare routine? What even, Wooyoung?” He says, chuckling a bit as he splashes water onto his face.

“Memories,” the other male replies as if it’s obvious, and San should have caught on.

“Memories?” San wonders for a moment before it seemingly clicks. “Ah, you mean for Light?”

“Yep, also I came here to ask you if you’d like to join me for a dance session?”

“Sure,” San hums, dabbing his face dry with the towel. “Lemme just grab a drink first!”

“There’s some kimbap as well, Yeosang got his hands on some,” Wooyoung informs him. “Eat that before it disappears. Until then, I’ll ask Yunho as well. He and Mingi came up with a new choreography.”

A loud voice from the bunker diverts your attention from the video. You had come up to the opening in the mountain to watch the video in peace after dinner while the boys had settled across the common area. They had been engaged in a conversation about something called Roblox when you crossed the room to take the stairs to reach the opening.

There’s another yell, which makes you pause the video. You stand and take tentative steps down the staircase towards the door. You inhale softly before pressing yourself to the wood, wondering if it’s playful banter or if they’re actually arguing. You can make out Hongjoong and Yunho’s voices, who sound angry, and you hear San talking as well, but he is calmer than the two, at least, that’s what you think. Wooyoung chips in sometimes, along with Jongho, and both seem exasperated by the argument that is going on. It seems like an important conversation, but you can’t make out the words clearly because Mingi is talking over everyone, telling them to calm down.

“Listen,” Yunho seethes, “I understand that you want to tell them, but you have no idea how difficult it is for me to talk about it. You weren’t even there, you don’t know what happened, which means I will have to explain it to them!”

“Then tell us about it as well!” Wooyoung hisses out. “You have deliberately kept the events surrounding the accident a secret from all of us! In case you have forgotten, they were our friend as well. Just because you knew them the longest doesn’t mean it hurt us any less!”

“And then you disappeared,” Jongho adds with a sigh, his tone turning accusatory. A thought crosses the back of your mind, and you wonder for a moment who they’re talking about. “The hyungs wouldn’t tell us anything, and it just made us bitter. It’s not a surprise then that all of us drifted apart.”

“Are you saying that us drifting apart was my fault?” Yunho scoffs incredulously, voice dropping lower than you’ve ever heard. “You are as guilty as I am, Jongho, considering you and Mingi were the reason they left in the first place!” 

You debate whether to open the door and break up their argument or let them continue. Before you can decide on what to do, someone beats you to it.

“That’s enough!” Seonghwa’s patience has finally reached his limit, and he raises his voice to silence everyone. “All your shouting will alert Shadow, and I don’t think any of us are ready to face them if they come here with questions. All of you, go to your rooms right now.”

“But—”

“I don’t care what you have to say, Wooyoung,” the eldest cuts him off. “None of you are coming out of your rooms until you calm down.” There is an air of finality in his voice which leaves no room for debate.

You stay pressed against the wood as you hear the shuffling of feet and the muffled clicks of doors closing around the bunker. It is only when you hear a set of footsteps coming towards the door you’re standing on the other side of that you move away, rushing back upstairs. You sit down on the boulder you had been previously occupying, acting as if you’d been sitting here all the time. You wait with bated breath as you hear the door opening and closing downstairs.

You whip your head towards the sound and watch as Jongho comes into view. You smile at him, patting the space next to you, but that smile quickly melts into a frown when you notice that he is limping.

“Did you get hurt while training?” You question when Jongho slumps next to you.

“I’m fine, it’s just an old injury acting up,” he replies with a sigh.

“An old injury?” you echo, tilting your head as you regard the youngest male. 

“I used to play basketball a long time ago. I hurt my ankle before an important tournament, and the injury was serious enough for the doctor to tell me to stop playing the sport,” he answers the unasked question.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, breaking the silence that had followed his words.

“It’s whatever now,” Jongho sighs, dropping his eyes to look at the device in your hands. The corner of his lips tugged up in a half-smile, “The bright side is that I met the guys afterwards, and they helped me a lot.”

“So, you were an athlete, huh?” You muse, the gears in your head turning. “That’s why you’re so good at keeping up with the training.”

“I guess,” he says, and then winces, reaching out with a hand to massage his ankle with a frown.

“Would you like to try some physical therapies? We have a recruit who used to be a chiropractor before the takeover. I can get them to come here and…” You trail off, chewing at the inside of your cheek nervously.

“You would do that?” Jongho questions cautiously, eyes guarded as he watches you.

“Why not? I mean, if it helps then…” You shrug helplessly. “It’s the least I can do, and it’s not like we’re doing something more important than training you guys anyways.”

“And it’ll help in the long run too,” his voice wavers a bit, “especially if we are to fight Z’s regime.”

“That too,” you acquiesce, looking away from him and glancing at the ruins of Sector 3. You both fall quiet, drowning in your own thoughts. The silence stretches until the door opens again, causing both of you to jump at the sudden noise. You whip around to see Yeosang, whose hair is dishevelled, and he’s gasping for breath as if he has run a mile. The worry etched on his face makes your heart lurch in your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Jongho is already by the other male’s side by the time you get up to face him fully.

“It’s Yunho,” Your heart plummets to your stomach at the pain that taints his tone. Yeosang then lifts his eyes from Jongho’s hand that rests on his arm to meet yours, “I… Seonghwa hyung thinks that you might be able to help. Please.”

You nod without thinking about it, following both males downstairs, past the common area and into one of the bedrooms, where you see Yunho crumpled onto the ground. His fingers are pressing aggressively against his lips in a fruitless attempt to muffle his sobs. Seonghwa is by his side, and his breathing is erratic as well due to the state Yunho is in, but you can tell Seonghwa is trying his best to even out his own breathing and calm himself for his friend’s sake.

“What is it, what happened?” You ask, raking your eyes over both the boys to check for any injuries.

You get no reply as Yunho continues to sob, heaving for breath as his eyes draw up to meet yours. On seeing you, he reaches out towards you, stumbling a bit. You immediately rush to him and lightly touch his arm.

“Hey,” you breathe, lips by his ear because he had melted into your arms the moment he registered your touch. Your gaze falls to Seonghwa, and you raise your eyebrows in question, but it seems that even the eldest is unclear about why Yunho is like this. “Yunho, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry!” Yunho blubbers, repeating the word over and over again as his ears seep through the cotton shirt you’d been wearing. He shifts, one hand leaving the lower part of his face and presses to his chest as he shakily tries to inhale. “I’m so sorry, Light.”

“Why are you apologising?” You rub his back and give Seonghwa another puzzled look, hoping for an answer. But the latter looks like he’s seen a ghost. He’s pale, and his eyes are blown wide as his gaze rests on the male who’s still crying in your arms, apologising repeatedly. Yeosang and Jongho are no better, and you wonder if they know the reason for Yunho’s distress.

When all your attempts to calm the male down fail, you start humming the lullaby that your mother used to sing to you whenever you had nightmares. “Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.”

You hear his breath hitch but thank the stars when you feel Yunho’s shoulders relax with each note, “You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” He breathes deeply, timing his breaths in tandem with your hand rubbing on his back. “Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.”

“Yunho?” Seonghwa questions, moving closer to smooth out the younger’s hair when he’s sure that the latter has stopped crying. “What’s wrong?”

“I dreamt…” Yunho tries to speak, but his voice cracks from all the crying he has done.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jongho hand him a glass of water. You hadn’t even realised when the youngest had left to get the glass. You back away from Yunho, allowing him space to reach out for the glass. Yunho meets your gaze over the rim of the glass, his eyes are puffy and red. He sits up suddenly, spine ramrod-straight and as if sensing the sudden trepidation currently coursing through his nervous system, Seonghwa rests his hand on the former’s shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” You whisper, brows furrowed in concern.

“I had a dream,” he sniffles. Silence falls as Yunho tries to formulate a response to your question. He hesitates as if the words are difficult to breathe life to. “About…”

“About?” You prompt softly, and for some reason, you feel that his answer will change everything.

Yunho gulps, and his gaze bores into yours with an intensity that makes you breathless. Moments pass, and you notice that both Yeosang and Jongho have moved closer to you.

“You,” the words are a mere whisper, but they ring loud and clear in the silence of the room.

You must look alarmed because he immediately jumps forward to amend his statement, “Not you, our universe’s version of you.”

“Huh?” You want to be more coherent, but the little piece of information that has been dropped on you prevents you from doing so. It’s not surprising to you that their universe had a version of you, but you had just assumed that the boys hadn’t come across them yet since they never talked about them.

“You need to tell them, Yunho hyung,” Jongho finally speaks up. “They deserve to know.”

You give everyone a puzzled look, out of loop as to what they're talking about. But you know it’s something serious if the edge in the youngest’s voice is anything to go by, your fingers play with the edge of your shirt unconsciously.

“What happened?” you ask, finally breaking the tense silence.

It’s a loaded question, one that can either make or break everything. For weeks now, you’ve kept the questions at bay. You know your reasons for bringing them here, but you don’t know what it was that made them agree. For weeks now, you’ve wanted to know, and you might finally have a reason.

“A couple of years ago, the eight of us sort of drifted apart.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, instead staring at the wall behind you. “It wasn’t until the Captain contacted us via dreams that we came back together.”

“I see,” you nod slowly, smoothing out your shirt’s wrinkles in an effort to concentrate and calm yourself.

Your words make him turn to look at you, and his expression makes you gulp because of the heartbreak that is reflected in his eyes. You feel his discomfort at having to give you an answer, and it only makes your breath hitch as tension builds in your chest. When holding his gaze becomes difficult, you turn away to look at your hands.

“The fallout happened because we lost our Light in a car accident,” sensing your discomfort, Yunho speaks up, though it does not help to ease your nerves. “Jongho had a fight with Mingi, and Light was angry about them acting so immaturely. They left the warehouse alone, it was raining heavily that night, and they probably did not see the car approaching them until it was too late.”

His confession hits you hard, and you are winded, not just because of Yunho’s words but also due to their expressions. Your eyes catch the way tears stream down Seonghwa and Yeosang’s faces while Jongho is crying softly in the corner of the room. You reach for the youngest but stop yourself, unable to follow through with any intimacy right now. Yunho’s admission reminds you of your own loss, the silence that follows is tense and paradoxically comfortable because of the understanding that washes over all of you.

“Is that why you told me that day that you understand how I’m feeling?” Your voice comes out a little shaky.

“More or less,” he concedes with a small, sad smile.

“Wait…” A thought crosses your mind suddenly, “When did Joong contact you guys?”

“A year ago,” comes the prompt reply.

“And what were your reasons for coming here?”

“I think I speak for everyone when I say that we agreed because in some twisted way… we consider this to be our redemption. We couldn’t help our Light, but we can help you, and that’s all we wish to do,” Seonghwa tells you, and you’re shocked by the gentleness in his voice.

You stare at your hands as you run them beneath the water, splashing the cold substance onto your face. But it doesn’t help.

A year ago, Yunho’s words echo in your mind, and you can’t help the resentment that flares up in your heart. If they had first been contacted a year ago, that means your boys had got their hands on the Cromer a bit before that. You rack your brains, thinking of anything that happened a year ago that would give you an insight as to when they had found the device. A memory surfaces from the depths of your mind, fuzzy and muddled due to the fact that you were half asleep when it happened.

It was nighttime. Yawning, you stepped out of Honjoong’s office after much persuasion from Seonghwa, who always nagged both of you about your sleeping schedules, or rather the lack of it. As you stepped into the kitchen, you noticed San standing there. Both of you blinked, freezing mid-step as you looked at each other.

There was a purple bruise blossoming on his left cheek, a gash running from beneath his right eye to the corner of his lips, a dash of blood above his eyebrow and multiple smaller cuts and bruises littering his face. A glance down at his hands confirmed that he had bloodied knuckles. His clothes were a little ruffled, and overall, he looked extremely tired and weary.

“What happened to you?” You gaped, San was an amazing fighter, so to see him in such a state came as a shock to you.

San shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world to come home battered and bruised. The wince that followed the movement caused you to frown.

“Wait here,” you instructed him, pointing at the stool in front of the counter. “I’ll grab the first-aid box.”

“It’s fine,” he pouted. “Seonghwa hyung can sew it up later.”

“Sew it—” your gaze fell on the smear of blood on his shirt around the stomach area. “San, there’s— you’re bleeding!”

“It’s just a scratch, and like I said, hyung can take care of it later.”

Throwing your hands in the air in exasperation, you glared at him admonishingly. “He’s sleeping, are we supposed to wait for him until he wakes up while you bleed out to death in the kitchen?”

“Um…” San spluttered, trying and failing to formulate a response to that.

“That’s what I thought,” you grumbled, retrieving the first aid kit and turning on all the lights so you could see him better. The injuries looked worse in the light and it pulled a sigh out of you. You saw that he had already unbuttoned his shirt, and the injury didn’t look too deep, which you were glad about. You dabbed the cotton, which you had dipped in the disinfectant, on the cut on San’s abdomen.

“Sorry, I am trying to be gentle,” you mumbled when he winced. “How did you get this in the first place?”

“I was caught by a few Android Guardians,” he hissed out. “I’m not invincible, after all.”

You hummed, applying the numbing cream around the wound. “I’m going to start stitching it up, fair warning, it might still hurt even if I’ve numbed the general area.”

“Okay,” San breathed out, grasping the edge of the counter to ground himself.

“I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a mission,” You commented, trying to take his mind off of the needle. When San kept quiet, you looked up at him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. “Well?”

“I went to get a couple of supplies for Hongjoong,” he gritted out when he realised you wouldn’t continue until you had an answer.

“Please be more careful in the future,” you muttered softly, standing up to tilt his head from side to side to assess his cuts and bruises littered across his face. “Do you have any other injury that needs to be stitched up?”

“I don’t think so,” San’s eyes darted back and forth, not focusing on anything tangible but certainly on any painful sensations that he was feeling. “Yeah, that was the only one, though I think I do have a sprained wrist…” He added sheepishly.

You realise now that “a couple of supplies” meant that San had infiltrated the Android Guardians’ bunker, the building that held all works of art and other artefacts that were once considered important. One of the artefacts that was kept there was probably the Cromer, which San had stolen from them.

That night, you're pulled unceremoniously out of sleep’s embrace, and the only thing you can register is the pounding of your heart and the ringing of your ears. Your forehead is beaded with cold sweat, your breathing shallow, and your eyes wide open as you stare at the ceiling.

You throw away your blankets to the side and welcome the chill as it settles your heart and spirit somewhat. You allow yourself time to calm down before trying to remember the details of your dream, fragmented and fissured as they are. You're unsure what brought your body to go into fight or flight mode as if you had been through hell and back.

For miles and miles in front of you, nothing meets your eyes except for sand that shimmers under the moonlight. You are in a desert, that much you can tell, but which one is a mystery to you. You turn around to see if you can spot anything else, and a dark silhouette in the distance catches your eyes. You squint to see better, the moonlight making it easier to make out the shape.

An involuntary gasp leaves you when you see a massive ship wrecked against the dunes. It is a beautiful barque and reminds you of the miniature model that used to be in the showcase in Hongjoong's office. In fact, you realise that the ship is exactly like it, down to the markings on the sides and the massive masts that tower over the dunes. You take a step towards it, wanting to take a closer look but stop in your tracks when you see a jeep making its way toward it from the opposite side. As it gets closer, the headlights light up the ship, further lighting up the massive vessel, but the very next moment, a strong wind starts blowing, and you find yourself in the middle of a dust sthem. Soon, the dream dissolves into darkness, and you wake up gasping for breath.

These images resonate through the caverns of your mind, and unconsciously, your fingers claw at the sheets. The only thing that provides you with some respite from the turmoil and confusion is the dim light that filters through the crack of your door, helping you to gain some semblance of clarity and distinguish between dream and reality. You feel something unspool within you. Disbelief perhaps, denial even, but deeper within, disappointment.

Because it's at that point you realise that whoever has the Cromer is sending you dreams.

Two Is Better Than One

February Filth Fest - extra; size training/size kink, ftfwb (?)

group : ateez

pairing : mingi × reader × yunho

genre : smut

word count : 5.5 k

warning : mdni, explicit sex; piv, threesome, size training, size kink, friends with benefits relationship, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n : i am but a human, i was tempted to write this and i couldn't help myself. this was not planned for fff but i just asgnsognspso i can't not, yknow ? i am a whorish whore, i am an A B O M I N A T I O N. and i kinda went overboard with this, i didn't even realize i was rambling away. anyways enjoy :D

Mingi's sweater felt comfortable on you, it was warm and it smelled like him. Not just his perfume, but his own scent. You've always loved the fact that he appreciated fashion down to the fabric and he ALWAYS has a keen eye. What you loved most about it was how Mingi was always willing to share his clothing items with you. And thank God he did because it made the conversation you were having with Mingi WAY easier.

"So... you want to have sex with me..." Mingi started off, looking at you, who were sitting on his bed with your legs pulled to your chest, confusedly. "As friends," you intercepted, making Mingi smack his forehead sardonically, "Right, of course, as friends, because you... Want more experience?" He asked, making sure he didn't heard you wrong. You huffed, cheeks red in embarrassment, "And because I want to get used to guys who are... You know..." You trailed off as you waved your hands at his general direction, avoiding eye contact with him, "On the bigger side."

Truly, you wanted the ground to split in half and swallow you whole because that was hard to hear, say, and experience.

It all started when you went out with your girlfriends a couple of nights ago. Their open discussion about the partners they have been with came up and soon everyone was describing the penises they've taken. While you didn't exactly have a weekly quota to fill, the number of your sexual partner was still on the normal side but one thing that your friends caught on was that the size you took were usually those in the medium to the small side. Then the jokes rolled in and you hated that. Obviously, you could've lied, you could've made the claim that you had actually taken a man whose dick is monster sized but the words died in your mouth. But at the same time, an idea popped into your head. Your best friend. Or his roommate.

Mingi chuckled, making you groan because you thought he was going to make fun of you. "Why did you think of me?" he asked, voice void of malice or tease, simply curiosity. But his question didn't make you feel better because you were forced to tell him how you thought of him in the first place. You'd have to be honest that you checked him out more times than you could admit in whatever clothing he wore. It was a known fact that Mingi looked like a damn model and that fucked you up quite a bit. You would have to confess that whenever you and he go swimming, your eyes would automatically zero in on his crotch, watching how the fabric of his swim trunks clung onto his crotch, perfectly accentuating his OBVIOUSLY BIG-looking dick. Mingi waited for your answer, but all he could see was how your face had gone a deeper shade of red, announcing your embarrassment to him wordlessly. As his eyes trailed down, he took notice of the way your legs clenched together, the expanse of your knees appearing down from his sweater that was too long for your body and your bare knees touching. Your state let him know what you were thinking, and what your answer was to his question. Or at least an idea.

You were surprised when you felt the bed dip right by your foot and even more so when he took your legs and pulled them to either side of his body. When you looked up at him, Mingi was sporting a mischievous grin, staring at you with a knowing look that made you visibly swallow the lump that was forming in your throat. "Been checking out my goods, haven't you?" he teased, adding a chuckle at the end to further let you know that he was being a tease. You pouted and were about to kick him with your right leg but failed as he managed to pull the leg and slung it over his left shoulder as he simultaneously pulled you closer to him so that your hips were on his lap and your upper body lay flat on your back. "Do you think I'm hot?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side to faux innocence while his left hand tickle the skin on your upper knee where his hand rested. You rolled your eyes and mindlessly mumbled to him, "Of course, I think you're hot, I fucking have eyes," not realizing that Mingi could hear you perfectly. Pleased with your answer, Mingi chuckled and leaned forward to trap you under him with his hands on either side of your head, "Is that why you wanna fuck me? You want to tell your friends that you had sex with your hot, big-cocked best friend?" he teased, face coming closer to yours that you could feel his breath fanning on your face. "Look at me," he demanded, forcing you to look up at him, staring into his eyes to see a glint of both playfulness and want.

When Mingi dove down to take your lips in his, you were caught very off guard. You didn't expect your talk with Mingi, your request, to be taken so seriously by the man to the point that he was now on his way to let you know how it feels to be taking a cock with a size that you've never tried before. The intrusion of Mingi's tongue in your mouth made you gasp. Mingi took that chance to fully explore the cavern of your mouth, moaning into it as he pressed his body close to yours as best as he could. Your right leg which was on Mingi's shoulder was folded in half while your left fell around his waist at the pressure of his body against you. You could feel his dick pressing against your core and your head was swimming with the thought of finally being able to feel its shape after the long time you spent only oggling at it when given the chance. It didn't occur to you how perverted you sound but you quickly shove the thought away to enjoy the feeling of Mingi on you.

You took a deep breath, gasping for air even when Mingi pulled his mouth off of you. "You're wilder than I expect you to be, (y/n). I never thought you'd be so ambitious that you wanted to be used to taking a big cock," he chuckled on your skin, his warm breath tickling your skin and the vibration of his voice travelled to cover the area where his lips made contact. "Or maybe you just wanna see and feel my cock inside you, huh? Using that lame fucking excuse just to appear innocent," his head lifted from your neck, smirking down at you as you felt his hands moving inside his sweater that you were wearing, eyes widening when he realized what he felt, "You're not wearing a shirt under this?" he asked, pleasantly surprised. You pursed your lips and shook your head, not knowing why he was so surprised, "I never wear anything underneath when I borrow your clothes," you stated simply.

The new information entered Mingi's ears and run around his head continuously until he was able to understand what it was you were saying. The guttural groan that left Mingi's throat made your heart clench, stomach drop, and pussy weep. "There goes my fantasy coming true," he said before quickly pulling the sweater you wore off, exposing the flimsy sleep shorts you were wearing along with your bare breast. "You thought of me?" you asked, having your turn teasing him with a mischievous grin on your face, expecting him to deny you or even to poke back at you in retaliation. But instead, you saw him nod as he gently kneaded your breasts, his hands rough and firm but his movements were so soft and careful as if he didn't want to harm you, "Of course, a girl like you, how can I not? The day you first wore my shirt, I jerked off at the thought of you masturbating in it, the day we went swimming, I had to excuse myself so I can imagine cumming on your tits. You don't know how much I wanted to see you naked like this," he confessed, tweaking your nipples to make you moan out loud. "Well," Mingi chuckled as he eyed your sleep shorts, "More naked than this I supposed."

Mingi spared you a glance, seemingly asking for permission from you even though he could just easily strip you naked and has his way. Even in this position, he was still your gentle giant of a best friend, ever so considerate and kind. Though the reality was that you were about to find out just how rough he could be.

With your permission through the nod you gave, Mingi carefully let your left leg off of his shoulder so when he take your bottom off, there would not be any intrusion. The hands that were on your breasts slid down your body, his fingers catching on the hem of your shorts as he purposefully let his thumb rest on your mound, directly on your nub. The pressure he put made you whimper out, surprised at the suddenness of it. Mingi leaned his body down to press his lips on your stomach so he could drag it down as his hands work efficiently, pulling both your shorts and your panties off to finally expose you in your naked glory to his eyes. When you felt your bottom was free of clothing and the pieces were tossed somewhere on Mingi's floor, joining his sweater, you felt his lips rest on your lower belly. He peppered kisses around the area and only in that area, not going lower which made you frustrated as your cunt could feel his presence so close to it yet it wasn't getting the attention it deserved.

"Is this what you two do when I'm not around?"

You snapped out of your pleasure haze and looked to the side to see Yunho standing in the doorway of Mingi's room. His face was neutral safe for the high tilted arch of his left eyebrow as he took in the position you and Mingi were in. You moved to cover yourself but Mingi remained unbudging, even displeasedly grunting at you. "Am I interrupting?" Yunho joked, chuckling at how you were scattering to try to cover yourself while Mingi looked like he couldn't be bothered.

Finally, with a final push, you were able to get Mingi off of you. In return, he pulled you close to him, shielding your exposed front side from Yunho as he kept a possessive arm around your waste. Perhaps you were seeing things, but for a second you swore you saw something like disappointment flashing on Yunho's face. "You're back from the gym?" Mingi asked, too casually for your liking considering the state you were in. Yunho nodded at Mingi's question dropping his gym back in the hallway, near Mingi's doorway, "Yeah, San wanted to do legs today and I took a shower there before coming home," he shrugged before nodding towards the both of you, "Now, care to tell me what this is?" he asked whilst simultaneously taking his slow steps into the room, closer to where your bare body was, making you subconsciously lean closer into Mingi. The way your body curled to avoid his gaze made the corner of Yunho's mouth twitch, almost breaking out into a grin.

Casually, Mingi shrugged at his roommate, "(y/n) here wants to try taking a big cock so she asked me," he said oh too simply which earned him a slap on his chest. The impact caused him to jolt slightly and turn his gaze from his roommate to you, "What? That's what you told me!" he whined, bottom lip jutting out in a pout while you glared at him, "Well you didn't have to tell him that!" you hissed, embarrassed and annoyed that he so cavalierly shared that intimate information with his equally hot friend. "Whoah," Yunho interrupted just as Mingi was about to answer you, "If you wanna try taking a big cock, why not ask me?" he asked directly at you. Your eyes widened, surprised at the question Yunho asked you. Never in a million years would you have expected to hear such a question from Yunho. He was casually offering himself for you to use.

To be honest, it wasn't like you hadn't thought of him. Between Yunho and Mingi, you were more used to Mingi and you were just so used to being open to Mingi that it was a no-brainer that Mingi was the first person you go to. Just like how you know Mingi was big, you know that Yunho was big too. You can't exactly compare the two because you haven't seen their bare cocks (yet), but you could make an estimation in your brain. But now Yunho's offering his cock for you to use as well if you need it. You were pretty sure your brain was making up shit in your head.

Snapping you out of your shocked trance, you noticed that Mingi was laughing heartily, "Oh dude, she liked you saying that, her pussy was clenching!" He announced. Your eyes widened out of surprise as red covered your face from embarrassment while Yunho broke out chuckling with a grin on his face. "Mingi! How could you say that!?" you scolded, slapping him on his chest again before trying to get out of his grasp in favour of hiding under his duvet but his grip was too tight on you. It was comfortably tight but very restricting, you tried wiggling around to get out but all you found was that you were still trapped and your pussy was rubbed just right on his thighs.

A pair of hands suddenly placed themselves on your shoulders, instinctively making you look up. Yunho was staring down at you with a smile so gentle but in contrast, his eyes has a teasing glint to them. "Don't worry baby, I find it VERY endearing that you want me too," he said in hopes that his words would comfort you even slightly.

At his words, your eyebrows furrowed, noticing something that he said. "I'm sorry, 'too'?" you asked, not sure whether or not you heard correctly. Yunho nodded nonchalantly as if the information he just revealed was common knowledge and/or no big deal at all. But the look on your face said otherwise, it showed him that you really didn't know that you were wanted by him all this time. And Yunho found great pleasure in it, he felt a wave of arousal coursing through him once again. The first time was when he hear Mingi said that you wanted to take his big cock and fit it in your cunt (he was paraphrasing, of course), and now this. You never considered the possibility of Yunho wanting you. He revelled in the knowledge that you were just so precious, especially to him.

The hands that were carefully placed on your shoulders soon made their move, pulling you back so that your body fell onto his toned, strong torso, releasing you from Mingi's grip. Yunho then swooped in to kiss you in his upside-down position. It was quite awkward but it felt nice because somehow Yunho made the position work. Whilst your mouth was occupied by Yunho, Mingi took you off of his lap so he could slide back slightly to reposition and take off his clothing. "Yunho, look," Mingi called, taking Yunho's attention away from you momentarily to point at his grey sweatpants, specifically on the spot you sat on his thigh, "(y/n)'s cunt is definitely dripping. Look at the pool she made," he pointed out, grinning proudly. While Yunho smirked at that, you looked at it in utter horror. "Dude, don't tease her like that, that's actually so hot," Yunho said as he licked his lips, hungry for your taste, before diving down to attach his lips with yours again, not giving you a chance to react his words.

You reacted, however, when Mingi bend your legs on your knees and spread them wide enough to fit himself in between them comfortably. Yunho was preoccupying you so well that you didn't realize what Mingi was up to until you felt his fingers probing your pussy. The feeling was so sudden that you gasped and detached yourself from Yunho but your hand clung to him for support. "You're so wet (y/n), did you start leaking when we started talking about your need to fuck a huge cock?" Mingi asked, smirking cockily as he began to enter you. At the feeling of your opening clenching down on him, Mingi shuddered and exhaled sharply, your tightness was thrilling to him. "Did your previous partners not fuck you right or something? How can you be this tight?" Mingi groaned the more he move around in your pussy, even pulling you slightly forward to him, slightly detaching you from Yunho slightly.

With you preoccupied with Mingi, Yunho took this as a chance to pull away so he could take his shirt and pants off as he kept a close eye on you and Mingi. Mingi had you repositioned by now, laying down on the bed as he busied his mouth with teasing your opening. Yunho felt his dick hardened at the sight of you moaning, back arching with your pebbled nipples pointing to the sky, arms going wild, moving around aimlessly due to the pleasure Mingi was giving you. You froze however when Yunho slotted himself behind you, allowing your body to rise slightly as he rested your head on his chest, moving you around as if you weighed nothing. "I want to touch you too," Yunho whispered in your ear, making your body shudder from the words he used and the way his breath blew on your earlobe. In a flash, Yunho had your left leg in his grip as his right arm reached down your body to dip into your sopping cunt. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Mingi's tongue in your hole and Yunho's middle and ring fingers gently pushing your lips apart. "Oh, you're enjoying this so much, aren't you, dirty bitch?" Mingi smirked at your pussy, his lips moving against the flesh that caused you to wince slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. Yunho chuckled at the way Mingi called you a bitch, knowing that despite him sounding like he was degrading you, he really wanted you just as much if not more. "I bet if we try to fuck her, we'll slip right in," Yunho pointed out, making you clench at the thought of taking Mingi and Yunho. "Oh, she likes that, she WANTS that," Mingi chuckled, unlatching his mouth from your cunt while leaving his fingers in your hole, coaxing more of your juices out, "Do you think you're ready to take us, baby?" he asked, wanting you to give him the signal to proceed. Frantically, you nodded, and your hands flew to both Mingi's and Yunho's that were stimulating your cunt, stopping their movements momentarily, "Please, I really need your cocks," you pleaded, glazed eyes staring up at Yunho before going to Mingi.

In a flash, both men took off the rest of their clothing and positioned you so that you were sandwiched between them. Yunho held your body steady with his hands on your waist in front of you as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Mingi on the other hand was situated behind you, your legs opened and your ass above his lap with his dick poking at your hole and his hands situated just above Yunho's, his fingers directly on your underboob, softly caressing the skin in a comforting manner. "Are you ready?" Yunho asked when he saw the worried look on your face, "Mingi's going to let you get used to him first and we're going to have the gravity do most of the work," he explained, smiling at you. "You seem to know the mechanism, have you done this before?" you nervously joked, staring down at his obviously large cock. While Yunho laugh at your jab, Mingi spoke up from behind, "Kinda surprised that you let me go first, but thanks man," he grinned. Yunho nodded and shrugged slightly at Mingi, "Yeah, you're smaller than me so between the two of us, she might be comfortable taking you first." Mingi furrowed his eyebrows and let his left hand off of your body for a bit to punch Yunho on his chest, "The fuck are you saying, we're basically the same size!" he protested, not liking that Yunho called him small. Technically small-er but still, Mingi didn't like that. With a roll of his eyes, Yunho nodded in Mingi's general direction, "I'm just saying, yours looked slightly slimmer than mine," he reasoned. Mingi was about to say something when you groaned and turn to glare at Mingi and Yunho, "Okay, can you both stop logging at each other's dicks and help me with my problem?"

The tip of Mingi's dick intruded your hole with a shift of his hips, effectively shutting you up as the annoyance on your face changed into one of shock; your eyes rolled back and your jaw went slack. Yunho's eyes darkened at your expression, delighted that he was able to get a front-row seat to look at what a big dick did to you. "I'm sorry baby, how is it now?" Mingi mocked, hands going back on you but this time it covered your tits. "S-so- so big," you gasped out as you inhaled sharply. The tip was bigger than you expected and maybe Mingi's tease was right earlier, maybe your previous partners have not been fucking you correctly because the feeling in your cunt was nothing like you felt before. Your previous experience was nowhere near what Mingi was giving you right now. "That's it, take your very first big cock," Yunho said, eyes trailing down to look at the way your thighs trembled slightly from Mingi's intrusion, "Do you think you can take more?" he asked. You bit your bottom lip as you mulled it over, thinking how even the tip affected you that much, were you able to take more? But hell if you weren't determined. So you quickly nodded to Yunho, your left hand reaching back to Mingi's knees to let him know that he could try to slide in more.

It was a good thing that Mingi made sure you were wet first because when he pushed in, you could feel a slight burn. His dick was stretching you out and it was uncomfortable, to say the least. With a whimper, your body dropped forward, the hands that were braced on Yunho's shoulders now enveloped it completely as you held on for support. Mingi was about halfway in your cunt when he stopped, wanting to make sure you were used to more of him before he could slip in more. Practising self-restraint was so hard for Mingi as your walls were clutching on him so tight it was like a vice. Yunho saw how Mingi's head hung low and his biceps trembled slightly and he could only imagine how amazing you felt. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he got, he could feel his cock twitching and from your position, you could feel it too. But with being so overwhelmed you couldn't even make a comment about it.

"You're doing so good, baby," Yunho cooed to comfort you, his hands gently caressing your thighs in assurance as Mingi dipped his head down to pepper kisses all over your back. "I wanna do better," you groaned out, surprising both men when you voluntarily sunk down with a cry as your head was thrown back. Your senses were overwhelmed as you could hear your heart pounding in your ears and your eyes watering, your skin felt slick with sweat and your thighs felt like they were burning. "Shit," you cursed when you felt yourself not being able to take more. You swore it felt like Mingi's dick had no end as you take every inch of him but still felt more. Both men knew it was the most you could take at that moment and they were amazed at how you were doing so far. To distract you, Mingi played with your breasts, flicking both nipples and massaging the soft flesh as Yunho reached down to stimulate your clit. You were glad they did so because although there was still pain from your hole being stretched, you could feel that pleasure was doing such a great job distracting you.

"You felt so amazing (y/n), how could you keep your cunt away from me this long? I should've fucked you from the moment we met and have you fucking yourself on me this whole time," Mingi moaned when he sneakily tried to move slightly and was delighted when he heard you hum lowly in pleasure instead of wincing. Hearing Mingi use such language and talk to you in such a way was thrilling, you loved hearing how much he wanted you and now hearing that he was lusting after you made your head feel fuzzy and your stomach churning in the best way. You couldn't even help but clench down at Mingi's dick which elicit a groan of pleasure from Mingi.

Yunho raised an eyebrow at his friend's statement and scoffed, "What makes you think she would've even wanted you? Maybe she wanted to fuck herself on me instead," he questioned. Mingi raised an eyebrow as he slowly pulled away and pushed back in again, making you bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan. "She came to me first to ask for help, if that's not proof, you're crazy," he scoffed. "Please," you started, head dropping even lower to rest on Mingi's shoulder, "I asked you because we're just closer and- ah," you whimpered when Mingi bucked up slightly, "You were here." Yunho couldn't help but laugh and peck you on the lips, "See, Mingi?" he teased, lifting his arousal-covered fingers to your mouth so you could taste yourself and clean them for him, "You were just available so technically speaking, you have the same opportunity as a dildo," he poked. In disbelief, Mingi propped you up better in his strong grip and pressed his cheek to yours, "Oh, so you wanna get used to me so when you seduce Yunho, you can take him like a champ? Can you believe that Yunho? (y/n) here wants your cock as she's fucking herself on my cock," he chuckled darkly as he eyed his friend.

In a flash, Mingi began moving in and out of you, teasing you by going as far as slipping completely out of you and bucking back in. The impact would've sent you tumbling forward but Mingi was holding you in a jealous vice. It was probably a bad idea that you poked fun at him like that but you honestly couldn't complain when Mingi was taking you so well.

The pleasure seemed to dull your attachment to reality because just as Mingi pulled out, you felt something thicker entering you. Your eyes widened as you tried to shake your head to regain your senses. It was blurry, but from the way Yunho was staring deep into your eyes with his teeth gritting, you realized that he had pushed his cock inside you. If it weren't for both men's grip on you, you were willing to bet that you would've slumped down because you couldn't feel your legs. You were sure they were shaking, but you couldn't really feel them.

"Fuck, how did you not immediately fuck her, Mingi? She's so tight and warm," Yunho groaned through gritted teeth, trying his best to not immediately snap his hips up. With his length (which you were sure not all of them) inside you, you could definitely tell that Yunho was right, he was bigger than Mingi in terms of girth but their lengths were maybe the same. "Shit," you moaned out, hands clutching onto Yunho so tightly that your nails were digging into his skin, "More, I need more," you stated, surprising both men. "Are you sure?" Mingi asked, pushing your hair away with one of his hands to look at your face better, "Don't you think you need to adjust first?" he worriedly added, genuinely not wanting to hurt you. But you were determined, nodding firmly and even pushing yourself off of him to situate yourself in a straight sitting position, "I will get adjusted by having you both fuck me," you stated, pouting at Yunho that made him just positively melt, "Please?" you begged.

Both men shared a look and nodded, wanting to give you what you were asking of them. They repositioned their hands so they could have a better grip on you before Yunho began moving slowly to accommodate your adjustment. Thankfully, having taken Mingi beforehand and with the slick you produced, Yunho found it easy to move and you did not feel as much pain as the first time. After a couple of thrusts, Yunho finally moved to slip himself out and Mingi slipped back inside you. The difference in girth was a blessing for you as you felt like you were given the chance to take a breath momentarily. The pain was almost completely gone at this point, all you could feel were pleasure but you knew that you still couldn't take them both harshly. You were glad that both men were putting you first and moving slowly, proving to you that they indeed kept up with their words that they wanted to help you.

They fell into a rhythm soon enough, slipping in when the others slipped out, stealing moans after moans from your mouth from pleasure. You felt like you were in cloud nine, finally understanding why your friends made such a big deal about taking a large sized cock. Although, you'd have to admit that it wasn't just because of their size that you were having such a pleasurable time. Had it not been for the fact that it was your friends helping you, you might not be having this much fun. You loved their possessive yet caring grip on you as they made a mess of your cunt. You were sure that there was a pool right underneath you, a mixture of your cum and their precum dropping onto the sheet bellow.

You didn't even realize when you finally came. Mingi had just re-entered you after Yunho bucked up into you harshly when your body froze and your muscles tensed up, your thighs closed slightly and your head was thrown forward onto Yunho's shoulder as you climaxed dramatically with your body shaking. Mingi's eyes rolled back as he felt your pussy clenching and gushing, the warmth of it was enough to make him cum inside you, not having enough time to pull out.

When you and Mingi slumped back, you rested on top of him as he supported his body weight with his arms, you noticed Yunho towering over you with a smirk on his face. "My turn," he said as he started to pump his dick in his hands. You watched him trying to get himself to cum using the image of you being so spent on top of Mingi and you can't help but think that it was hot. Your pussy clenched down onto Mingi's dick that was still inside you, forcing a mixture of both of your cums to leak down to your ass. Mingi moved to spread your legs widely for Yunho, letting them rest over his own legs as if he was telling Yunho where to cum. Yunho's eyes zeroed in on your puffy lips, hole stretched with Mingi's still hard dick in it and glistening with arousal. It didn't take much for him to reach his climax and painted your pussy and stomach white with his cum. Even when he dropped back, you could still see his tip spurting out the white liquid and his cock twitching.

Finally, when things wind down, you closed your eyes and let your head rest on Mingi's shoulder. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex, no one talked so it was quiet save for the sound of the three of you panting, trying to catch your breaths. Despite the tiredness, both men were proud of what they did, happy even that they were able to help you. Sure, you didn't take them completely, but they took their win as they didn't hear you complaining.

What surprised them was what you said when you opened your eyes again, lifting your head to look at both of them before announcing your plan.

"Give me 10 minutes, we'll go again."

Though, how can they say no?

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

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 2,515

Warnings: 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: Short update for you guys, but I feel like it sets up the next chapter nicely!! Finally, we’ll be able to soon see the progression of some of the relationships OC will have with a few of the guys! I’m super excited, so I hope you’ll all look forward to it, too!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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ghost him. (09:47)

pairing: yandere! dom! seonghwa x sub! fem! reader

genre: smut, yandere

tags: best friend hwa, cum eating, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, exhibitionism (done without prior consent), marking, minimal plot mostly porn lol, poor dino :(

note: requested: @whatudowhennooneseesyou, not edited, hope you enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

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“I just don’t think he could treat you properly. I say you should ghost him. You deserve so much better than what he could possibly have to offer you.” Your best friend stares at you from across the kitchen table, sipping from his iced coffee with pinched eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with Chan? He’s been so nice and respectful so far. I really think it could go somewhere.”

“Why go somewhere when I’m right here?” You look up from your coffee, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. His eyes meet yours with a fierce intensity and you look back down at your coffee mug.

You swirl the contents in the hope that it will help you focus on something other than your racing heart. His voice breaks your momentary concentration.

“I’m serious. I want to be your everything. You already have that role in my heart.”

You fumble around with words in your brain, trying to come up with a response. You’d had those thoughts about Seonghwa before. Of course, you have. He’d become your best friend three years ago and has been your roommate for the past 8 months.

You had never dared to approach him in that way before, though, thinking he would reject you and you would ruin one of your greatest friendships.

Eventually, you told yourself to simply move on and try to find love elsewhere. You had shut down all romantic attraction to him. Chan had approached you after class one day and had been coming on strong since.

The sound of his mug being placed in the sink next to you raises you from your thoughts. He leans down to meet your seated height and gently grabs your hands in his.

“Sweetheart, could I please have the honor of showing you how beautiful you are to me?” You’re stunned into silence, but manage to nod, interested to see where this would lead. He nods his head toward your bedroom and keeps your hand in his as you follow him there.

Inside your bedroom, your phone rests plugged in on the nightstand next to the bed. Several blankets are piled onto your bed, and Seonghwa takes a moment to move some to a pile off to the side of the room.

He motions for you to lie down on the mattress, but you hesitate. He looks at you with slight concern in his eyes.

“Are you comfortable with this? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” Your voice comes out meek. “I’m just nervous. I don’t want our friendship to change.” The feelings you had tried to suppress come to the surface, making it hard to look him in the eyes.

“I can promise I won’t do anything against your wishes. We can take it at whatever pace you want.” You take a seat on the edge of the bed and he stands in front of you.

“I want this.” You reach a hand up to the bottom hem of his shirt and look to him for confirmation. He helps you pull the fabric off his body, then you each take turns removing clothing from the other. He takes his time undressing you, all but teasing himself with the slow reveal of skin.

When you’re both rid of your clothing, he guides you to lie back on the mattress. He holds himself above your form as his eyes trail along the curves of your body. Soon his hands follow suit.

“Is this okay?” He whispers into your ear. You nod back. “Tell me, beautiful.”

“Yes, it’s nice. I… I like it a lot.” You let out a soft sigh and close your eyes. You feel his weight shift and then he’s lying at your side.

“What else would you like?” he asks. “Would you like my hands here?” he continues, a hand just under the swell of your breast.

“Yes, Seonghwa,” you manage to mumble out. “Please touch me more.” His hand softly massages your breast. Eventually, his hand works its way lower. His fingers find your clit and circle it gently. Light moans escape you.

His free hand soon finds its way to your entrance. Two fingers slowly enter you and he lets out a groan as your walls already try to clench around him. As one set of fingers swirls your clit, the other pumps in and out of you at a steadily increasing pace.

“You like that, baby?” A pressure starts building in your core.

“Yes, I love it. This feels so good.” His pace increases even more at your praise until soon his hands are trembling against you.

“Better than he could ever do, right?” You let out a confused hum before he continues.

“I fuck you better than Chan ever could, right? Tell me, beautiful.” It’s not long until you’re trembling under his touch.

“Fuck! Yes, you fuck me so good. He could never make me feel this good! Just you, Hwa!”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Remind me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Seonghwa! You, Seonghwa!”

“That’s right, baby. Only me.”

“Hwa, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” you moan.

“Cum for me, beautiful. Cum on my fingers.” His words instantly have you clenching hard until a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your hips move on their own to grind further into his touch.

You gasp for air and meet his intense gaze with dazed eyes. He pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them to his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes bore into yours while his tongue swirls around the digits, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

“You taste as good as you look, darling.” He pauses. “I’d like to savor you in another way.” He rises from his spot next to you and positions his face at your clit. His tongue gently swipes across it, sending a jolt through you. He chuckles, then begins to lick at the sensitive area.

Starting slow, he gradually becomes bolder in his actions. Soon his tongue is lapping at your pussy like it’s a gift from heaven. When he’s not swiping at your bud, he uses the flat of his tongue to press firmly against it.

His ministrations quickly have you unraveling once again. You lightly buck your hips to meet his face, creating a rhythm that matches that of his tongue. An orgasm builds in your core and before you even have a chance to tell Seonghwa, you’re coming on his tongue.

As you’re coming down from your high, he sits up and leans over you. He sucks at the skin on your chest, leaving hickeys in his path. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. He gradually moves upwards until he’s leaving dark hickeys on the column of your neck.

“How was that, beautiful?” he asks, laying down at your side.

“That was amazing, Hwa.” You finish your response with a yawn. His hand holds your own.

“There’s a lot more where that came from if you’ll have me.”

“I think I’d like that,” you mumble before falling asleep.

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When you wake up later in the day, Seonghwa is still asleep next to you. Your eyes flick over to your phone resting on the bedside table. You carefully reach over Seonghwa to grab it. When you unlock the screen, you nearly drop your phone, eyes locking onto the open call log.

Outgoing Call to Dino 🦕(09:47)

Unread Messages from Dino 🦕(5)

Watch your back : chapter 5

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with Yunho , slut shaming , lots of crying , blood , being shoved , Rin provoking reader , assault , miscarriage , panic attacks , bruises, mutism , superficial sympathy , fake tears , flashbacks etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Superficial sympathy: is a false, insincere display of emotion such as a hypocrite crying fake tears of grief

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea , @layzfeelit , @loverlele , @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz , @atinyreads , @baguette-atiny , @parkthothwa8 , @hwadump ,

This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

Word count : 3,6k

She ran down the hall in a hurry after realizing at home that she was late to school by forty minutes because her alarm didn't ring neither did everyone else care to wake her up , it was a mystery since she always woke up before anyone else

" Excuse me for being late I overslept "

She panted trying to stay calm as she apologized for being late as the teacher just signaled for her to go and sit down on her assigned seat

Y/n went and sat down as everyone looked at her confused to why she was sitting on that place

"You don't sit there someone else sits there "

A classmate said looking at her

" What do you mean I don't sit here ? "

" Yunho requested for someone else to sit beside him , so you sit at that table alone "

She looked at Yunho before sitting down at the far back , she didn't know why he would request for someone else to sit there ,they were on good terms actually so what happened?

" Ok , there will be a project coming up so I want you guys to pick your partners "

Everyone went around the class to ask for someone to team up , Y/n stood up and went towards her boyfriend that was currently taking notes silently

" Yunho ? Do you want to work together ? I mean it would be a lot easier since we liv- "

" No thank you I already have a partner "

He continued to take notes ignoring her presence making her frown

" Is everything alright ? You'd usually say yes "

" Can you please go back to your seat ? I can't concentrate with you here "

She looked at him confused with his sudden behavior  and sat back on her place without a partner since everyone already had one

" Y/n don't you have a partner ? "

" N-No sir , but could I perhaps do it alone ?"

The teacher sighed before nodding his head

The girl sat back down with a frown pulling out her head phones and putting them on as she stared at her blank desk

What happened for him to behave this way ?

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"Make sure to finish the project till next week, and don't forget about the school trip to Paris "

Their teacher said before the bell rang signaling everyone that it was lunch time

Y/n ran up to Yunho , she really wanted to know why he was acting that way towards her

" Yunho , what is going on with you?"

She held his arm as everyone else went out leaving them alone inside the class room

" I have lunch let go "

" Yunho no , why are you mad at me ? Did I do something wrong ? can you also please tell me why nobody woke me up today knowing that I would probably be late ? "

He brushed her hand off him and rolled his eyes as he approached her

" Your not a kindergartener that needs their parents to wake them up , you have a phone to put on your reminder not anyone else "

" But you could've just woke me up this one time it's not that hard "

She held him again but got pushed off

" You must be really deaf when I just told that you can put on a reminder so that doesn't happen "

" But I did put a reminder on! "

The girl frowned extremely confused with his statement that didn't really make sense to her

" Did I do something to you ? why are you guys all mad at me , did I hurt you ? "

Y/n looked at him with her doe eyes , the same look she always did when she was extremely overwhelmed and didn't know what to do

" You piss me off really , why can't you be like Rin ? She's sweet and knows when to not bother us at all , why are you the opposite? "

" Why do you keep comparing me to her ? And I don't want to be somewhat I'm not "

She fiddled with her sweater as tears started building up

" Your just being a nuisance honestly lately, sometimes I think if what Seonghwa said is true , your er just being a big headache "

"Stop with the excuses ! Do you guys actually love me at all ? Did you guys just get another girlfriend because I didn't satisfy you a enough tell me because I can't just watch you guys disrespect me while I do everything to make you guys happy despite being pushed away all the time and  be compared to her ! "

She pushed him back as he looked at her with widened eyes, she had never pushed him

" Am I some joke to you ? "

" Don't push me , your going to regret it "

He hissed at her as she wiped her tears

" I'll push you because I'm tired of this behavior your acting out towards me ! "

She pushed him back making him back against the table, so he shoved her also

" Listen ! You are the one going out with other guys while you have us ! , you barely even spent time with me these past months do you know how I felt ? Do you even love me ?! "

He yelled at her

" So it's about that ? , why would you hurt me by saying other things than the truth! he's just a friend of mine I am literally dating you "

She shed tears again approaching him

" Your the one at fault ! your hanging to much around him , who knows you don't go around already spreading your legs for him ! "

Yunho was extremely mad his chest was rising up and down in a uncontrollable way not even realizing his choice of words towards his lover

" You think I'm that low of a person? Is that what you guys think about me ?! "

She chuckled sniffing 

" I really thought you'd at least change the most , but yet your still the same asshole  "

" N-No that's not what I meant "

Y/n took her stuff and went out the classroom, she couldn't even stay longer at school so she called herself sick and went home

Why where they always against her for no valid reasons ? , it's just something she couldn't understand

Is this called love ? Or was it torture at this point , the love is still there but the pain is sometimes  bigger

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The house was quiet the only thing heard were the kitchen tolls , she was currently baking something to lift up her mood that died down after the argument she had with Yunho

He had spammed her phone with multiple messages and voicemails making her ignore her phone since she needed some time alone

She knew he was sorry but preferred him to come to her when she was ready to talk

The time was passing quickly as she looked out the window, the way the tree leaves danced with the wind made her feel at ease

One of the reasons she adored spending time in the kitchen , it was calm and her safe place other than her room

It had a nice view to the outside world , the sweet park were people enjoyed sitting to read their books as the kids played around

She wished to be like that one day , able to enjoy sitting at the park carefree with a cup of tea in her hand just like these parents that sat at the park

It brought a smile to her face as she heard the kids scream in joy , she envied them for not having to care about anything else

The timer dinged making her hurry and take out the red cake setting it on the counter to cool off as she prepared the icing

" I don't have any sugar "

She sighed and cleaned her hands on her apron before going out to ask her neighbor

" Hello ? Who's there ? "

" It's me Y/n "

She played with her ring nervously as the door opened revealing the middle aged woman smiling as she opened her arms for a hug

" If it's not my sweet girl I missed "

Y/n smiled feeling the motherly love through the hug making her bury her face onto the woman's shoulder for comfort

" I haven't seen you for weeks now , you must have been so busy with school my poor girl "

Her hair was caressed softly making her shed tears

" I've missed your hugs Miss Cha , I'm sorry if I didn't visit you like I usually do "

" Don't worry studies come first darling , so what does my pretty girl need ? "

Miss Cha pulled back and wiped away her tears smiling

" I-I wanted to ask for some sugar "

" Are you baking again? "

The girl nodded chuckling as her neighbor went into her kitchen to lend her some sugar

" I hope this is enough, make sure to spare me a slice from that cake of yours "

Both smiled before Y/n bowed thanking her

" I will for sure bring some of the cake to you "

" If you need anything I'm just one knock away and you know that right ? "

Y/n nodded with a smile and made her way back home after bidding goodbye

She couldn't stop her tears from falling as she got back inside

The way she craved for the comfort of someone and the way they acknowledged her made her cry from relief

Her phone started ringing and the caller ID showed “Yuyu💕”

She cleaned off her tears and cleared her throat  ignoring  the call before continuing what she was doing in the kitchen

But to her surprise the door opened revealing a blonde Rin entering with her two friends but stopped on their tracks as they made eye contact with Y/n

" I didn't know you were home "

" I didn't feel well at school so I just called in sick and went home "

Both looked at each other awkwardly

" Is this her ? the one that cried over shoes ?"

The shorter girl beside Rin chuckled in disbelief nudging her other friend

" Well what do we have here "

The girl approached Y/n and slid her finger across the icing on the cake and brought it closer to her mouth tasting it

" Woah tastes so good , girls come and have a taste of my besties cake "

The other two girls rushed over and dug into the cake with the spoons on the table

" She really knows how to bake "

" Are you gonna eat this ? "

One of the girls spoke mouth full of soggy cake eyeing Y/n that stared at them in disbelief

" Look she's even crying from joy since we like the cake , don't worry the cake is good "

The girl teased making the other two laugh as Y/n she'd tears of frustration and anger

" I'm so tired of you ! "

She screamed slamming Rin's face harshly onto the cake making the blonde scream in pain

" Are you crazy ?! "

" She's bleeding from her nose! "

Y/n breathed harshly as tears fell, it was the first time in her life she ever put her hands on someone

" Your so done for this you fucking bitch "

Rin wiped her face angrily holding her nose and signaled for the girls to grab Y/n

" Your gonna regret touching me , girls do what you have to do "

" Don't touch me ! "

She screamed curling into a ball as the two girls started kicking and punching her violently

" You should've thought twice before touching her you piece of shit "

A harsh kick was send right towards her stomach making her wince in pain for air

" Your so petty it was just cake  "

The other girl kicked her face as if it was a soccer ball , Y/n's eye twitched from the pain of how hard they kicked her

" Do you fucking know how much my parents payed for me to get this perfect nose ! You wouldn't even be able to afford it! "

Rin scoffed as she watched her friends beat the poor girl to the point she weakly tried to reach for a way to get out their assault

" Wait until I tell the boys about this you fucking slut "

" She only thinks about herself what a fucking bitch , why are they even dating her "

Y/n felt blood leaving her mouth and her face burning for the skin that tore up on her cheek making Rin laugh and squat down to her

" I can't believe this fucker peed herself "

The two girls eyed Y/n's jeans as they watched more liquid spread around her private area

" A grown up girl pissing herself ? Iseul film this it's so funny hurry ! "

The taller girl from them all started recording as she kicked Y/n's face one more time busting her lip

" Wh-hat did I-I-I e-ver do t-to you "

She cried out as her voice was raspy from all the begging and screaming looking up with her left eye swollen shut

" Just looking at you makes me ill and the way they'll always prefer me over you is amusing "

" Mhm Yeon-ngja I-I don't think it's pee "

Iseul spoke concerned as the liquid continued to spread

" What do you mean it's not pee ? "

“ It’s not pee fuck ! ”

The girl approached Y/n's pants and slightly touched it screaming after she saw crimson colored liquid cover her fingers

" She's bleeding ! guys w-what do we do "

" Relax guys she's probably on her period "

Rin laughed it off but Iseul panicked more

" This is not period blood Rin ! This is heavy blood and it's reddish brown! Rin she had a fucking miscarriage! ”

" H-How do you know she had a miscarriage? "

" Because my mom works at the hospital and told me about a patient ! "

Iseul teared up and pulled out her phone to call for help

" Iseul ! If you call them your gonna get locke-"

" And what if I get locked up in prison you both will go with me you took part in this ! "

She yelled at everyone as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration waiting for the ambulance to pick up

" Wait what if we tell them that we came to hang out and saw the door open and her like this in the kitchen? "

Yeongja stuttered trying to calm both down as Y/n whimpered in pain

" I think we should do this "

" She wouldn't dare tell anyone, she can get charged for assault because of my nose "

Iseul checked the girls pulse to make sure she was alive because she looked nothing like herself , bruises on her face , eye swollen shut and a busted lip not to forget the purple blue bruises that started to form

" It's on the second floor, yes number 369 "

Everyone looked worried for themselves other than the girl that tried to breath properly

" They are on their way he-"

Y/n's phone started ringing uncontrollably

" Who is it ? "

Rin checked the phone on the counter and cursed seeing San's number calling her so she just ignored it not answering

" You should probably clean your nose to look decent or they're going to question you "

Rin nodded and went to her room to fix herself before coming back

" I think we went overboard "

" Girls relax I have it under control "

The door rang and she went to open immediately taking a minute to fake her cry

" Pleas-se this way hurry "

She sniffed leading the paramedics to the kitchen that hurried towards the direction taking in quick action

" What happened? "

" Me and my two friends came home to work on a project and we found the door open and than we went inside hearing whimpers , and than saw her laying there "

Rin teared up as they carried Y/n out on a stretcher hurrying to their ambulance

"I heard you guys may suspect the girl having a miscarriage ? Do you know how far she was ? "

" W-We didn't know she was pregnant "

Yeongja said wiping her face

" I ask for someone or all three to follow us quickly to the hospital as her witnesses "

Everyone went out closing the door and going inside the ambulance towards the hospital

The girls kept giving each other discreet looks as they grew anxious

Iseul therefore was sweating bullets from the amount of guilty that filled her mind and chest

"Don't worry girls everything is going to be ok "

Was it really?

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Machines beeped as she laid there peacefully breathing with the help of the mechanical ventilator

The two other girls had already gone home leaving Rin all to herself in a room with Y/n

" You wouldn't have ended this way if you didn't touch me now see what you’ve done"

She sighed looking at the other girl scoffing

The door opened revealing the boys that rushed as fast as possible towards the hospital after being informed

" What happened to her "

San was the first to rush towards her bed panicking as the others waited for an explanation from their other girlfriend

" She w-was assaulted at home "

" What do you mean she was assaulted "

Seonghwa raised his voice that got shaky with tears threatening to fall

" Yeongja , me and Iseul found her bleeding in the kitchen all beaten up "

Rin fake cried as Yeosang hugged her for  comfort

" Bleeding ? Did they stab her or something? "

It got silent suddenly as the room grew uncomfortable

" Rin speak up , did they stab her ? "

The girl shook her head gulping as she had all eyes on her

" Than why was she bleeding ?! "

Hongjoong grew mad at the lack off response

" Nobody stabbed her s-she "

More tears fell but this time from minimal regret she felt

" Rin just say it nobody is holding you at a gun point, your worrying us "

The girl looked back towards the bed where San caressed Y/n's bruised face with tears

" Y/n h-had a miscarriage "

" What do you mean miscarriage ?! "

This time Yeosang spoke eyes widening

" They said she was four weeks almost at her fifth pregnancy week "

Everyone looked towards Y/n with tears

" Sh-he was pregnant and didn't tell us ? "

" Calm down Jongho , we'll hear from her when she wakes up to tell us "

"One of us was the dad and lost their first child how am I supposed to stay calm ? "

He teared up approaching his girlfriend that slept peacefully

" I'll find that bastard that did this and fucking kill them for this "

Wooyoung bawled his fist with angry tears making Rin gulp

" I-I even fought today with her and she didn't answer my calls it probably already happened by then so she wasn't able to p-pick up "

Yunho teared up hysterically as Mingi embraced him crying as well

" G-Guys she's waking up "

Seonghwa immediately went towards Y/n upon  hearing San's words

" Baby , what happened to you ? "

He caressed her face but the girl started shaking her head in denial after looking to the side as tears buildup in her eyes

" Why is she shaking ? "

Everyone looked concerned as she kept shaking her head lips wobbling as she opened her mouth but no words came out

" Get t-the doctor Hongjoong "

She fought off Seonghwa's hands as he tried to keep her calm

Loud whimpering where heard as she cried clutching her stomach and kicking her feet

" Baby it's ok I'm here and so are the others "

Seonghwa teared up seeing his lover in a unpleasant situation unable to calm her down

" I think she's having a panic attack "

Mingi came forward and held her softly as she continued kicking and squealing instead of screams leaving her mouth

" Please step aside and let the nurse take care of this situation don't worry "

The nurses helped her calm down by injecting her with tranquilizers

" Is she going to be ok ? "

Yunho looked concerned with his nose running and puffy eyes

" She must have been in a shock moment where the body reacts after remembering something that caused them distress "

" She also couldn't talk she kept squealing and humming but nothing came out "

" When someone is experiencing traumatic stress and their body goes into fight or freeze mode, blood is diverted away from the parts of the brain responsible for language and speech production , and consequently their capacity to formulate language and to initiate speech is reduced , so she's basically mute now I don't know how long it will last b-"

" She will stay that way forever ?! "

San yelled in disbelief with tears streaming down his eyes

" No that's not the case , it's probably temporary depending on how big the process is of her recovery so please don't stress her out "

Everyone looked at her falling back into slumber with fresh tears streaming down

" Are you her boyfriend or ? "

The doctor looked at San who was stroking her face crying

" We all eight are h-her boyfriends "

" My condolences to you guys , stay strong "

The medical staff bowed to them and left

" I can't believe thi-is "

Hongjoong broke down as Wooyoung hugged him  while  tears also left his eyes

All of them had tears in their eyes, not only because one of them possibly lost their first child but also because someone they loved laid on a hospital bed unable to do anything

" I think some of us should go home and freshen up than come back "

" I-I'll stay here with her "

Yunho said tearing up but Mingi held him

" Yunho your in no condition to stay , Seonghwa will stay with her now let's go "

They kissed her cheek one last time leaving Seonghwa alone with Y/n who sat beside her bed caressing her hand

" I'm sorry I couldn't protect you "

He shed tears lowering his head , it hurt him the most seeing her this way since he couldn't do anything else other than remain by her side for now and make sure she was doing well