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

{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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this night together - chapter two (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter two: a different kind of heat

chapter summary: your heat gets worse, and the boys help you through

warnings: more smut (big surprise), all the abo/omegaverse warnings, but also, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking, thigh riding, many many orgasms, rough sex, knotting, mmf threesome, consent discussions, anal play, double penetration, messy orgasms and cumshots, so much fucking praise

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 9.8K

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“You do smell perfect, though,” Mingi groans into your ear, nuzzling the gland on your neck and sighing. He hasn’t knotted you yet, too content with making you come over and over on his fingers. You lay over his chest on the couch, body damp with sweat, but he doesn’t seem to care, he keeps pulling you closer and closer. Mingi sighs and drags your body up a little higher so he can kiss you, “Like honey,”

“Mm,” You sigh against his lips, “I smell sweet to you?” 

“You are sweet to me,” He nips at your lip, running his hands along your body. 

Your underwear is long discarded on the floor, but you’re still draped in Mingi’s oversized t-shirt, and you ease yourself down his body just enough so that his bare thigh is perfectly nestled between your legs. “Mingi,” You whine softly, feeling tense and over stimulated, “I need you,” 

He tenses his thigh, smiling a little when he realizes how wet you are against him. He pushes his glasses up into his hair and reaches for you, locking a hand one each hip so he can direct your hips. “Very soon, I promise,” 

You grind yourself into his thigh, pleasure rolling through your body at the sensation against your clit and you feel needy and messy, a breath away from begging. 

“Come one more time,” He urges you, “then I’ll knot you, omega,” 

You pant and whine, shaking against him, but you do just what he bids you. Rocking your hips, you plant your hands on his chest and use him for leverage to drag your slick core against him. A bubble builds inside you, threatening to burst already and you cant your hips faster, trying desperately to finish so you can have him inside you. 

“Good girl,” Mingi cups your face, watching you with his lips parted in, “sweet girl,” 

“Fuck,” Your hands clench on his t-shirt, skimming your nails over the bare skin of his chest and you feel him twitch beneath you, “again, again,”  

“That’s it,” He nods, “good fucking girl,” 

His words run a lance of hot need through you and you groan, “It’s not enough,” 

“I’ll make you feel so good,” He soothes you, helping you drag your body back and forth on his thigh, “I’ll give you whatever you need, baby, you just have to come,” 

“Yes,” You sob, your body aching, “alpha,” 

Mingi tenses his thigh once again, and you collapse forwards onto him, your orgasm sudden and heady as you shake against him. “Perfect girl,” He yanks you up suddenly, crashing his mouth onto yours, “pretty little omega,” 

He has your eyes rolling and you grip down on his shoulders, “Now, please, please, I can’t wait anymore,” 

“Let’s go to bed,” Mingi pushes himself off the couch with ease, lifting you with him and keeping his hands locked under your thighs to take you back into the bedroom. 

Yunho’s out, exhausted after the long night and his time with you earlier, rolled onto one side of the bed and sleeping soundly. Mingi makes it to the edge of the bed before he drops you, letting you fall back into the nest of bedding and he pulls off his shirt fast, kicking his boxers off with it. 

Yunho makes a small sound next to you and you feel suddenly dizzy with both of them so close to you, your body throbbing and coursing with desperate need. “Ah,” You wince as a cramp passes through you, “Mingi, please, baby, I need you now,” 

“I got you,” He pushes your legs open, not bothering that you’re bumping into Yunho. After hours of teasing, he needs you just as much as you need him. 

You moan as his cock brushes through your soaked folds and you drag him down closer to you, hungry for his lips and every inch of his skin on yours. He loses control the minute he first presses inside you, and though he meant to take it slow, his latent need has him forcing his hips down hard and sinking his cock inside you fast. 

Mingi collapses over your chest, curled over you and breathing heavily into your shoulder, and you run your hands through his thick mop of long sandy hair. Finally after all the teasing and the prep, he’s deep inside and stretching you deliciously wide. 

Yunho shifts next to you, and you turn your head to the side, watching as his eyes open and he adjusts to the scene in front of him. You expect some kind of jealousy, some primal alpha-pheromone-claim-staking, but he just stretches and smiles next to you. “Hey,” He says simply. 

Whatever you thought Yunho and Mingi’s relationship was doesn’t make sense now. Being comfortable with each other is one thing, but Yunho doesn’t seem startled in the least to be waking up next to Mingi with his cock inside someone mere inches away. 

Before you can respond, Mingi rocks his hips, grinding his pubic bone into you and he leans back from your chest, “Better?” 

“Mm,” You nod, flushed and shaky, “you feel so good,” 

Mingi leans back further, dragging his hand down your body, and looks to Yunho. “Sorry,” Mingi shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face suddenly, “I didn’t mean to wake you like that,” 

Yunho laughs, “It’s fine, take care of her,” 

Your back arches and you press him closer, as if you could draw him even deeper inside your body even though his hips are fully flush with  yours and you can feel him filling every inch of your cunt. Next to you, Yunho falls back onto his half of the bed, still waking up, and you’d be shocked at how unfazed he is except Mingi draws your face back to his and pumps his hips hard, just once to get your attention. 

You gasp at the feeling, gripping down on his forearm and panting, “Mingi, oh my god,” 

“Look at me,” He shakes his head, his thumb flicking over your bottom lip, “he can watch, but you look at me.” 

Heat floods you and you nod, already feeling fucked out and he’s barely done anything. Mingi takes your hand where it grips his hip and interlaces your fingers, rocking you back and pressing your hand into the bedding by your head. His other hand reaches down, turning your hips up and folding your legs back into a press. Every shift has you growing wetter, more hungry and desperate, and when he moves you into the perfect spot and shifts his cock just enough, you realize why he put you here. 

“You’re so fucking deep,” You moan, gripping down on his hand to steady you. 

“Look,” he directs you, “look how well you take all of me,” 

Following his instruction, you look down, your muscles clenching around him when you see where his cock disappears into you. Your legs are shaking already, you’re sure you’ll come fast after how overstimulated and raw you are, but you desperately need him to move.  With a stammer you beg him, “Please, Mingi, please,” 

He draws out of you slowly, almost completely, and the snaps his hips down to drive his cock in as deep as possible. Your head drops back into the sheets, and you sob, nodding and panting, “Like that,” 

Mingi increases his pace, drawing out and snapping back in a steady rhythm and the press of his cock over your g-spot has you crumbling beneath him. Your body feels like a live wire, hot and cold at the same time, tight snaps of pleasure rippling up from your core. 

“Ah, fuck omega,” Mingi groans, dropping a little further over your body with a shudder, “you’re so fucking tight,” 

Your hips jerk in response despite your pinned position underneath him. 

“Will my knot even fit, tiny?” He pants, teasing you, his pace never faltering. 

Blush blooms up your chest and across your cheeks, your body aching under his and the idea of his knot spins you out of control, “Mingi, I’m,” you grip his hand harder, “I’m close,” 

“Come,” He directs you, holding your gaze, “I know you can,” 

It hangs in front of you, dangling but just out of reach and you grip down his arm and close your eyes tight, focused just on the sensation and the wet sound of him working you. You need him to say something, your omega desperate and needy, the feeling of him inside you not quite enough to soothe you. You’re whining, tight and pained, and you can hear him begging you to come, but you need something more. You shake your head, “Tell me I’m good for you,” you choke out, “please, alpha,” 

Mingi groans, falling further forwards, his body nearly crushing you but the added weight makes you feel whole. Pushing your head to the side he slips close to your ear, pumping his hips deep as he does, “You’re my best girl,” 

Your mind sings with even just the single note of his praise. 

“You’re the only one who can take my knot,” He nips at your skin, “your pretty body all ripe and ready for my pups,” 

Your body folds in on itself, your orgasm hitting you so hard your ears are ringing, no sensations making sense except for his cock inside you and his hot breath as it dances across your neck. He likes you, he said so. He needs you, you’re perfect. Your mind plays his words on a loop as your body quakes, more ready for a knot than ever before. 

Mingi rocks back onto his knees, dragging your body with him, and holds you steady by the hips to use as his anchor so he can continue thrusting into you. Your head lolls to the side, your body pliant and open. You had forgotten Yunho was here, but when you open your eyes again and see him watching you both with his hard, weeping cock in his hand, you whimper. You reach for him, needing to please him, needing to help him come too. 

Mingi’s hand on your face snaps your head back to center, shaking his head, his jaw locked tight. He can’t scold you, he’s too close, but you can see every word in his expression. In this moment, he’s your alpha. No one else. He pulls you down hard as his knot starts to form, slipping inside you quickly and grinding his hips as he cock spills inside your wet walls. 

His knot is big, stretching you fast and you wince, gripping down on the sheets and pressing your eyes closed, breathing low and slow through your nose to deal with the sudden sensation. 

Mingi’s hand leaves your hip, and you can hear that he’s still panting through his orgasm, his release still pumping inside you, but his thumb starts to gently roll over your clit. His aim is not to make you come again, just to help release the tension locking inside you and ease the sudden discomfort of his growing knot. His thumb slows as he watches you relax again, face smoothing out to a perfect calm now that you’re deliciously full. 

With a sigh he stills, and your eyes flutter back open. 

“Damn,” His hands squeeze your hips, “you’re fucking amazing,” 

You hum, pleased and fully relaxed again, not yet able to form any coherent thoughts. 

Mingi sweeps a hand through his sweaty hair and then reaches for your hands, “Let’s turn us over, okay?” 

The predicament of this position, now that you’re finished and locked on his cock for an indeterminate amount of time, is how to get comfortable. With sure hands he holds you by the forearms and starts to lift you, but you can’t help the little whimper that passes through your lips at the feeling of him shifting inside you. 

“Yunho,” Mingi’s eyes flick to the other alpha, “can you get her up?” 

“Mhm,” Yunho’s deep warm hum comes from behind you and you relax further. He slips his hands underneath you, a hand on your upper and lower back to support your hips, and between both of them they lift you up until you can easily wrap your arms around Mingi’s neck. 

“There we go,” Mingi presses a quick kiss to your lips, “now let’s lay down,” 

Yunho’s hand stays steady in the center of your back should you need him, and Mingi moves smoothly, barely jostling you as he eases back onto his back against the pillows with you still nestled in his arms. You let out a heavy sigh once you’ve both settled, melting into the warm skin of his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your cheek. 

“How’s that, jagi?” Mingi pushes your hair back over your shoulder and cups your cheek. 

“Good,” You nod, letting your eyes slip closed. 

He’s much less tense than Yunho was, and you imagine that has something to do with the fact that he’s done this all before. For Yunho, it felt like the sudden onset of his emotion and his protective aggression had everything to do with the fact that it was his first time. Mingi holds you calmly, but steadily, one hand cupping your ass to keep your hips right where they are, and the other soothing and loving on your cheek. 

Yunho’s hand leaves the center of your back and you feel the bed shift, “I’m going to go shower,” he murmurs, “do either of you need anything?” 

You blink your eyes open, shifting up on Mingi’s chest, “No, wait,” 

Yunho pauses, looking tense and he swallows, “Yeah?” 

“Don’t go,” 

Yunho looks torn, shifting in the bed and you see the outline of his erection under the sheet that is pulled up over his lap. Mingi smirks, immediately putting the pieces together, and Yunho says, “I won’t be long,” 

“I can help,” You offer immediately, glancing down at Mingi to check to see if he’s opposed to the idea, but he looks nothing but smugly pleased. You nod towards Yunho’s lap, “Let me help you, Yunho,” 

He shakes his head a little, “It’s fine, I don’t want to make you,” 

“Yunho, stop,” You cut him off, “you’re both helping me through heat when you didn’t even plan to. I can help you too, I want to,” 

He hesitates, but you can see how much he wants to say yes. His eyes flick to Mingi and you watch the silent conversation between them. Finally, Mingi shrugs and nods, “Wouldn’t be the first time,” 

Yunho sighs, relieved, and you make a mental note to ask about that later if the moment presents itself. Your understanding of them is shifting with every passing hour in their company, and you know now that men you know from the studio are so much different than the assumptions that you made. 

“Come right here,” You gesture him over, unable to move, still locked to Mingi. 

Yunho nods, dropping the sheet again and coming up onto his knees, shuffling across the bed until he’s tucked close to Mingi’s shoulder and in the perfect spot for you to tip just forward enough that you can take him in your mouth. 

“Are you,” He starts to say, but you sink your mouth forwards and take him as far back as you can in this position. He groans, his words dying in his throat. 

You pull off him for just a moment to murmur up to him, “Yunho, just shut up,” 

“Got it,” He shudders, and you take his thick length back over your tongue once again. 

The position is uncomfortable though, still locked on Mingi’s cock and doing your best to brace yourself on his chest. You feel unbalanced and dizzy, but you don’t stop. When you push forward further, taking him deep down your throat far enough that your nose brushes his pubic bone, you shift against Mingi far enough that his knot pulls. It’s not painful, but it’s not pleasant, and you drop back with an annoyed sound. 

“Here,” Mingi murmurs, and you feel his legs change position, feet flat on the bed now so that his thighs are raised to hold you better. He places one broad hand on your waist and one underneath your breast, spread wide on your ribs so that he can hold you perfectly steady, “there you go,” 

The pressure in your lower back dissipates, the pull of his knot gone completely, and Yunho takes the hint to move just a little closer. Now things are easy. Yunho’s hands gather your hair until his hands rest at the back of your head, not changing your pace at all but just resting there, moving steadily with every bob of your head. 

“Fuck,” Yunho groans as you sink down further, intentionally dragging the flat of your tongue down the underside of his shaft firmly, “more,”

You murmur a soft sound of recognition, and start to bob your head faster, doing your best to breathe steady through your nose and not let the way the head of his cock bumping your throat makes your gag reflex jump. Yunho’s fingers tighten on your scalp and you hollow out your cheeks, and you brace your hand on his thigh to keep steady and keep moving. 

“God,” Yunho’s voice sounds tight and breathless, “you’re so fucking perfect,” 

You moan softly around his cock, and feel Mingi grip you a little more firmly, his still hard length twitching inside you at the sound. Your muscles flutter around him, a little ebbing lap of warm pleasure up your body and Mingi’s thumb on your belly drags back and forth in a comforting pattern. 

“Our omega likes to hear how good she is,” Mingi smiles, “isn’t that right, jagi?” 

“Mm,” Your response is muffled but understood, and Yunho sighs above you. 

“Fuck,” Yunho feels shaky now, his hard length twitching in your mouth, “fuck, baby, u-use your hand,” 

You pull off him immediately, letting Mingi’s grip support you as you take Yunho’s shaft in your hand. You’re gasping a little, a headrush at the sudden swell of oxygen, but you can’t slow down now. With quick motions you pump his cock, dragging your hand up and down the slick length and teasing the tip with your tongue. Beads of precum pearl up at the tip and you lap them away, again and again, eyes up to watch Yunho’s head fall back with a groan. 

“Alpha,” You whine, intentionally moaning as you drag your tongue over him again, “please come for me,” 

“Don’t stop,” He begs you, his eyes still shut tight. 

“Never,” Your hand pumps harder, just a little more applied pressure to coax him to the edge. 

Mingi curses under his breath, mouth open and eyes locked on you. 

“Where?” You manage, ignoring the ache in your arm as you work him over. 

“I’m,” Yunho stutters, “fuck, I’m close,” 

“Come for me,” You beg him, “come on, baby,” 

Yunho shudders and then shifts forwards, knocking your hand away and pumping his cock hard and fast at the pace he needs. With his hand locked in your hair he pulls your head back and comes hot over your chest, streaks of his release from your neck down to your breasts. You brace yourself on his thigh, watching as he recovers, breathing heavily and shaking as he looks down at you. 

“Yunho,” You breathe, but he drops low and pulls your lips to his, crushing you into a kiss. You moan softly against his lips, and inside you finally feel Mingi’s knot start to release so he can slip himself out of you. 

“That was,” Yunho shakes his head against yours, “god,” 

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen?” Mingi offers and you break away from Yunho with a laugh. 

“Mingi,” You ease back up into a better position now that you’re not locked down on him, straddling him and just resting on top of his thighs, trying to regain your breath. 

“I’m just being honest,” Mingi says with ease. 

Yunho’s hands slip off you, and sits down with a heavy sigh. His distant, dreamy look fills you with warmth and caught between two alphas who continue to praise you and care for you, you’re finding parts of yourself to unlock that you never thought you’d tap into. 

“Good?” You murmur as Yunho meets your eyes. 

His tongue darts out and wets his lips as his eyes flick over you, “So good,” he says, “but let me clean you up,” 

You’re so much more attuned to them now, after spending almost a full day sharing your bodies together, and you can’t miss the way that Yunho runs a hand along Mingi’s upper arm and gives it a squeeze before he rolls off his side of the bed to get a damp washcloth. 

Yunho moves into the bathroom and flips on the tap, and you take the moment to look back down at Mingi, “Was that too much?” 

Mingi’s brows knit together and he shakes his head, “What do you mean?” 

“Us together?” You gesture between the two of you and then towards the bathroom where you hear the tap flick off. 

He grins, amused, and smooths his broad hands up and down your thighs, “We’ve done this before,” 

“Oh,” Your head snaps to Yunho as he re-enters the room. 

“What?” His eyes dart between the two of you.

“y/n was worried we crossed a line,” Mingi teases, but Yunho hasn’t picked up on the joke. 

“How?” He looks concerned, suddenly anxious that you are the uncomfortable one. 

You shake your head, reaching for the damp cloth to clean yourself up, “Not like that,” you tell him, nudging Mingi with your leg, “I just know we didn’t talk about doing things as a group. We kind of fell into that, I didn’t want to,”

“Oh,” Yunho interrupts, and then looks to Mingi, “oh, I see what you mean,” 

A light ripple of a fresh cramp pulses through you and Mingi feels you tense up above him, watching as you breathe low through your nose. “Already?” He checks. 

“No,” You relax as the pain passes, “not yet,”

“Do you want a shower or something? Before we keep going?” Yunho’s ears run red and you realize just how much you like watching him blushing and nervous. 

“Yeah,” You nod, “that would be nice,” 

Mingi sits up then, manhandling you easily to your feet so he can stand and stretch, “Let’s all go,” 

He tugs you forward into the bathroom, giving you no real choice in the matter and Yunho follows too. Mingi starts the water and waits for it to warm up, while Yunho leans against the edge of the sink. “You don’t have to be worried about anything being awkward,” Yunho clarifies for you after a moment, “between Mingi and me, that is,” 

“You’re sure?” You ease back on the counter next to him. 

“Mhm,” Yunho smooths a hand down your bare back and looks at his friend, “we’ve done this a few times. Not with someone in heat, but you know, we’ve shared partners before.” 

“It’s been a while,” Mingi shrugs, checking the temperature, “a couple of years maybe, but yeah,” 

“That makes me feel so much better,” You sigh, leaning into Yunho’s side, “I didn’t want to get in the middle of things or make it weird,” 

Yunho smiles, a quiet laugh on his lips and Mingi shakes his head, “I’ve been with him since middle school,” he says, “we’ve done basically everything together. There’s not really anything you could do to get in the middle or make it weird,”

Yunho rolls his eyes and wraps a lazy arm around your shoulders, “Following me around since middle school, more like.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mingi laughs, “you love me,” 

You watch as Mingi steps into the shower behind the curtain, and Yunho shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “Now that that’s cleared up,” He kisses your hair, “let’s just relax while we can. You’re feeling okay?” 

In truth, you’re feeling the bubbling need flooding back faster, and you’re already aching in places you shouldn’t be aching in, but you nod, “I’m good,” 

He gives you one last squeeze, and then follows Mingi into the shower. With them out of your eye line you suddenly feel a little panicked, a tight feeling inside you like a cord is pulling taut suddenly, and you know you’re getting closer to the harder hours of your heat. 

You shake off the feeling as best you can and head for the shower. 

“Guys?” Your voice is a little weaker than you wanted, and you clear your throat to try and tamp down the sudden strange wave of emotion. 

Mingi appears suddenly in the space between the curtain and the shower wall, “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” You shake your head, pushing back the curtain a little so you can climb in. 

Mingi secures a hand under your arm to steady you, and once you’re in the warm spray of the water between them, you start to feel the sudden anxious waves fade. 

Yunho tucks close to your back and wraps his arms around you, “Your emotions are all over the place,” he observes, passing his thumb over the gland in your neck once again to calm you, “what’s going on all of a sudden?” 

“It really is nothing,” You sigh, sinking back into his arms, “I just started to feel a little panicky, but I’m fine now,” 

Mingi studies your face for a moment, “It’s okay,” he says, knowing exactly what you were feeling and why, “we’ll stay close now,” 

Yunho nods, giving you a comforting squeeze. After a few moments he separates from you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and he reaches for the shampoo. 

It’s been hours, from the time you woke in the early morning hours to now and you have no concept if it’s even light or dark outside. You drop your head back into the water to wet your hair and sigh, “I don’t even know what time it is,” 

“Same,” Mingi laughs. 

“It’s like seven,” Yunho says, “shockingly,”

“At night?” Your eyes widen. 

“Mhm,” He says, eyes closed and head back, in the middle of lathering the shampoo into his hair, suds dripping down his shoulders and over the firm plane of his chest. 

A throb flutters through your core again, and you pull your eyes away to focus on something else like the tile or the way the water is hitting the shower curtain. Anything that will keep your mind off their bodies and what they can do with them. 

“Wait,” You look up, this time just holding their eyes as a thought occurs to you, “what are you going to do about work?” 

“What do you mean?” Mingi asks. 

“It’s Sunday,” You point out, “but my heat won’t be over by tomorrow,” 

“We’re taking heat leave,” Yunho says, “all of us.” 

Your mouth drops, “Everyone will know,” you can’t believe they wouldn’t care about this, especially Yunho, “if we’re all on leave at the same time it will be so obvious you’re with me,” 

Mingi grins, wolfish and cheeky, “What’s the matter omega? You don’t want anyone to know we’re your alphas for the week?” 

A shiver runs up your spine and you take a step back, trying to keep a clear head, but any time he uses your designations something deep inside you bends and responds. You shake your head, “I just meant it might look like favoritism or something inappropriate,” you look at Yunho, “I mean you’re kind of my boss,” 

“I am not your boss,” His nose crinkles, completely disturbed by the idea that he might have to manage anyone. 

“Well, no,” You roll your eyes, “I guess not, but you are the most respected person there. You call the shots, Yunho,” 

He considers your words, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth as he thinks before nodding once, “You be on heat leave, we’ll just be sick separately. We’ll come back on different days.” 

“Doesn’t that still look suspicious?” You chew your lip. 

“I mean,” Yunho sighs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, “I could work Monday and Tuesday, and then Mingi could swap off and take Wednesday, Thursday, if it lasts that long?” 

The idea of being without either one of them makes your heart beat faster. 

Yunho watches your face fall, eyes tunnel-visioning and he waves his hands, “Or not, it was just an idea, but we won’t do that. We’ll both stay,” 

“Sorry,” You shake your head, “I don’t, I’m sorry I don’t mean to make this more difficult,” 

“You aren’t,” Mingi interrupts, “we’ll figure it out.” 

“The safest thing is for the two of us to be sick, and for you to be on leave,” Yunho says, “and if anyone guesses, we’ll just keep this to ourselves. No one has to know.” 

He’s right, you know it, and you have to trust them, “Okay,” 

Mingi dips back into the water to rinse out his hair, and though it’s a tight fit in their shower, you all move together with ease as if you’ve all done this a million times before. You’re flushed again, face lighting up with blush, and despite the water already breaking out in a fine sweat, but you’re not sure if it’s the heat of the shower or your heat. You do your best to ignore it, and reach past Mingi for the bottle of body wash. 

“Can I have,” Stretching a little too far, a pain lances up your abdomen and you retract your arm with a whine, doubling over. Not the heat of the shower, then. 

“Hey,” Yunho twists, catching you, “you okay?”

“Mhm,” You answer him, teeth clenched. 

“y/n,” Yunho tries to straighten you up with him but your body is cramping too much. 

“No, no, please,” You grip down on his arm and he freezes.

“It’s okay,” Mingi soothes you, “let’s finish up and get you back to bed,” 

Hot, radiating pain is twisting in your gut and you nod, but you can’t move. Despite the comforting  way that Yunho strokes your back, you can’t feel anything but intense arousal, every touch of his skin on yours making your cunt throb and wet with slick. 

“We should hurry,” Yunho can feel the way you’re trembling, how heavy your weight is in his hands as you try to support yourself. 

“Yunho,” You moan, your hand bracing on the tile wall, “please stop moving your hand.” 

“W-what?” He stills. 

“It’s distracting,” You breathe. 

“You need to go now, don’t you?” Mingi crouches so that your eyes can meet his. 

All you can do is nod. 

“Alright,” Mingi reaches for the shower knob, “hold her,” 

“Got her,” 

Mingi cranks the shower off, the water cutting off abruptly, and he reaches outside the curtain to drag in a fluffy gray towel. He shakes it out and moves closer to you, “Nice and easy,” he murmurs. 

“I need to lay down,” You manage, but it sounds like a sob, “please, Mingi, please,” 

“I know,” He says, wrapping the towel around your shaking body, “that’s where we’re going.” 

The towel feels like little needles to your hypersensitive skin and you can’t help the hot, fat tears that roll down your cheeks. The way you’re rocketed back into this headspace of needing to be knotted is so much faster than before, which means you’re entering the peak of your heat. It will probably be like this for a while, you know that, but right now rational thoughts are bleeding away and all you can think about is them. 

Soft hands on your cheeks bring you out of your haze and you feel Mingi brushing away your tears, “Hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs softly, “you’re alright,” 

You grimace, “This sucks,” 

He smiles, wide and genuine and nods, “I know,” 

“I’m,” Your voice is caught in your throat and you shift painfully, curling onto your side, “fuck, I’m really glad you’re here,” 

Mingi nods again, “Here, and not going anywhere,” 

You need them, and you wriggle out of your towel so all you can feel is the softness of the sheets, “Can somebody touch me, please?” 

“Mhm,” Mingi runs a hand across your bare shoulders and gives you a gentle squeeze, “tell me what you need, babe,” 

A shiver runs through you, and you sniffle, trying to answer but finding it hard to do. 

“Are you cold?” Yunho murmurs, dropping to your eye line as he kneels by the side of the bed you’re turned towards. 

“Like a fever,” Mingi’s hand rests over your forehead, “she’s got chills,” 

You hold Yunho’s eyes, and he softens, “Can I come in?” 

You reach for him, nodding and blinking back the sudden flood of tears. 

“Okay,” He says as he shifts onto the bed, dragging his blanket over you both, “let me warm you up,” 

You snap to his chest like a magnet, snuggling up close and feeling like your body might never stop shaking. 

“Mingi,” Yunho murmurs low as he strokes your hair, “get in here,” 

“Yep,” The bed shifts behind you and then suddenly you’re enveloped in warmth.

Mingi presses behind you, the length of your back fitted neatly against the broad, firm plane of his chest. He runs hot, hotter than Yunho by a degree or two and the combination of them both on either side of you has you cocooned in steadying heat. The blanket shifts over you and before you know it, you’re snuggled tightly between the two of them. 

“Better?” Mingi checks in with you, his fingertips grazing your cheek as he pushes back your hair. 

“Mm,” You shudder, teeth chattering, “but I’m just s-so cold,” 

“Shh,” Yunho soothes, shifting slightly so that he can drop his lips to your shoulder. He exhales heavily, a slow stream of warm air across your skin, “it’s okay, omega,”

Mingi’s mouth connects with your back and he follows suit, another jet of warm air fluttering down your spine. 

A little whine breaks through your lips, and Mingi’s mouth turns to deliver kisses between every puff of hot air, your body melting now in their arms. 

“Don’t cry,” Yunho pulls you closer, “we’ll take such good care of you, sweetheart, that’s what your alphas are here for,” 

You nod against him, “It’s getting worse,” 

Yunho shifts back to look at you again, “What can we do?” 

“Just be here,” You slip your leg in between his, tangling you both tighter together as Mingi scoots forward, “it’s just happening so fast,” 

“Off meds it can be like this,” Mingi assures you, “don’t be scared,” 

“I feel dizzy,” You admit, “foggy,” 

“Is this helping at all?” Yunho asks, his brows drawn together in a nervous expression. 

“Mhm,” You manage. 

“Foggy, how?” Mingi asks, trying to get a good look at you. 

You think a moment, wetting your lips and taking a slow breath, “Disconnected,” 

“Mm,” He nods, “I think you’re peaking faster than you expected,” 

“What does that mean?” Yunho glances up at Mingi, “Should we do something differently?” 

“You tell me if I’m wrong,” Mingi says, kissing your shoulder, “but basically it means less time between drops. Things get hazy, more instinctual. For my ex, sometimes she didn’t remember everything we did or things she said,” 

“I don’t like that,” Yunho says quietly. 

“That’s why we talked this morning,” You pause, thinking it through as best you can through the ache, “yesterday? That’s why… I mean, this is what I,” Words come slowly and your first tightens as you search for the right thing to say. 

“Easy,” Mingi soothes you, “relax, okay? The details don’t matter right now,” 

“Right,” You sigh. 

“I just,” Yunho’s hand tightens on your lower back, “you were going to go home and deal with this alone? There’s no way, and with an unmated alpha home,” 

Panic lances through you, “Don’t be angry with me, please,” 

“I’m not angry,” He clarifies immediately, “not at all, y/n,” 

“You sound upset,” You admit. 

“I’m not,” He soothes you, “I’m just thankful you’re here, that you’re safe,” 

“There wasn’t a chance in hell I was letting her go home,” Mingi says calmly, “you just offered so quick,” 

“I don’t know,” Yunho murmurs, “I just needed to,” 

“I get it,” Mingi nods. 

You feel a little like you could fall asleep, except for the fact that every minute shift of their bodies against yours feels like a lick of hot fire, and you know you’re close to the bubbling need resurfacing in your belly. You tighten your legs together, hips shifting back at the pulse of your core, and forward as you try to find a comfortable position. A cramp ripples through your abdomen and you feel the telltale gush of slick preparing you for another knotting. Yunho’s eyes blow wide and you know he can feel your body shifting and changing, and you’re sure Mingi can too.

“I got you,” Yunho breathes, pulling his hand under the covers and navigating to find the juncture of your thighs. 

You adjust your tangled legs so that you can open up to him, naturally shifting back against Mingi’s chest in the process, “Please,” 

His fingers slide through your folds with ease and he sighs, “You’re so wet, omega,” 

“Mm,” You shake, stretching your legs open wider, and Mingi slips a hand down to cup your thigh and hold you open. 

“I won’t keep you waiting,” Yunho assures you, dipping forward to capture your lips. He kisses you with a warm, slow intensity, sighing against your mouth as his tongue flicks along the underside of yours. When his fingers sink home inside you, you moan into his open mouth, your eyes pressing shut tightly and hips jerking against Mingi. 

“Yunho,” You shiver, “yes, please, yes,” 

He keeps his mouth on your skin as he draws his hand back, dragging his two fingers almost completely out of your throbbing channel. He nips gently at your lower lip and then suddenly he’s forcing you open again, pushing three fingers in as deeply as his knuckles will allow, pulsating them gently in and out. 

“Mm-fuck,” You whine, “so good,” 

“That’s it,” Yunho speeds up just a little, enough to drag his fingertips over your spongy g-spot, “right there?” 

You groan a response. 

“Is that your sweet spot?” Yunho nips at your lip again, “Did I find it, jagi? Does that feel good?” 

Every flick of his middle finger inside you, the push of his knuckles against your swollen clit, his hot eyes studying your face, every piece of it has you sinking further into Mingi’s chest and close to coming apart at the seams. Yunho makes a small noise to prompt your answer and you nod, hazy. 

“There,” You work your hips down against him, “deeper,” 

“Deeper,” He smirks, pushing his hand forwards fast and hard, leaving you groaning. 

“Fuck,” Mingi breathes behind you, his hand slipping away from your thigh and you feel his cock starting to stiffen against your ass. 

You’re writhing between them, trying to find purchase on the sheets below you so you can rock your hips down and fuck yourself open on Yunho’s fingers, chasing the stretching feeling, blush erupting across your chest and cheeks as you pant. 

“So sexy,” Mingi growls gently in your ear, kissing your throat before his hand slides over your hip and cups one plush cheek in his wide hand, “you feel that?” He juts his hips up, dragging his hard cock over your skin. 

“Oh, god,” You moan sharply. 

“Come here,” Mingi slides his hand under, sweeping through your wet slick and over Yunho’s fingers, and you’re not sure exactly what he’s planning until he draws his hand back and dips his digits between your cheeks. 

You gasp sharply as his middle finger finds the tight ring of muscle of your ass, pressing against it without pushing inside, just spreading your slick up and around to prepare you for whatever he has planned next. At your sharp inhale, Yunho looks up at Mingi and tries to gauge what’s happening, realization dawning on him when you moan sharply and grip down on his arm. 

“Does that feel good?” Mingi curls over you as he proceeds slowly, pushing the tip of his finger inside your untouched hole, “Come on, pretty omega, tell me,” 

“I don’t,” You stutter, holding onto Yunho’s shoulders as you shift and try to get used to the sensation, moaning as he pushes in a little deeper, “oh, my fuck,” 

“Good?” Yunho checks. 

“G-good, please don’t stop,” You choke out. 

“That’s our girl,” Mingi chuckles softly, and you feel them adjust their hands and sync their pace.

  You feel full, touched, tortured, and aching, their combined fingers matching pace perfectly to sink in and out of your body at a deliciously brutal pace. Where a moment ago you were riding Yunho’s fingers, chasing your orgasm with shaking need, now all you can do is hold on and let them take you. Taut pressure drops in your belly and you moan sharply, legs trembling, “I’m - oh god,” 

“Come for us,” Yunho kisses you hard and fast, fingers curling into your hair to hold you steady as he fucks you with his other hand, “come on our fingers, baby,” 

“S-shit,” You scramble in their hold, sweat dripping down your front. 

“I know,” Yunho croons softly, holding your gaze, “you’re so close, omega, I can feel it,” 

“I’m gonna come,” Your voice is mumbled, caught in a moan. 

“Take it,” Yunho pants, the muscles in his arm jumping as he flexes and adjusts. He sinks forward, pressing his forehead against yours and he nods, “come on, come on, baby,” 

You whine and jerk, hot pleasure churning in your gut and building to the perfect precipice. 

Mingi’s free hand grips your shoulder and suddenly his lips are at your ear as his finger fucks into you faster and faster, “You need more?” 

“Yes, fuck, yes,” 

A second finger stretches you open and you choke out a strangled moan, “Mingi!” 

He growls against you, pushing his cock against your skin for some friction as he continues to match Yunho’s pace, “I bet you wish you were taking both our cocks, don’t you?” 

The image of it flashes in your mind, your body sheathing both of them, feeling stretched and full. Their hips working in time, breaking you apart piece by precious piece in their hands, lips everywhere, hands everywhere. Your muscles clench hard on their fingers and you moan. 

“Oh, you do,” He teases, hand tight on your shoulder, “what a good girl,” 

“I’m c-coming,” You choke, body twisting up and locking into pleasure. 

“There,” Yunho grips your hair harder, his mouth hanging open as he watches you fall apart, “there she is,” 

“Oh god, oh god,” You whine, the crest of your orgasm only building in intensity, “I c-can’t, I can’t stop,” 

“Holy fuck,” Mingi’s fingers slide out and his hand curls around your hip to hold you steady. 

Yunho follows suit, but then suddenly he moves, hands leaving you and lips traveling down your body until he slips under the blanket entirely. 

“Yunho,” Your voice dies with a squeak when his hands push your thighs open wide and his tongue flicks over your clit. Your hips jerk back on a reflex, legs moving to close, your body feeling overstimulated and tight, but he won’t let you go. 

He wrenches your legs back open with ease, hooking them up over his shoulders and sinking his tongue back inside you, a groan on his lips as he laps at your wet slit, “You taste so sweet, jagiya,” 

“Honey,” Mingi sighs, “and sweet chamomile, just for us,” 

Your brain feels like it’s firing all at once, an overwhelming torrent of sensations that you can’t quite single out, just a din of feeling collapsing over you as your orgasm starts to build again, barely a moment of respite, “God,” 

Mingi’s hips press forwards, his cock nestled against your ass and you reach back for him, finding his hip and cupping him close. He rocks twice, dragging against you for some dry friction and then he stops himself with a taut sound. 

You lean back against his shoulder and shake your head, “Don’t stop,” 

“Shh,” Mingi hushes you, “just focus on,” 

“D-don’t tell me what to do,” You grip down on Mingi’s hip, dragging him closer, “use me, don’t stop if you need it,” 

He holds your eyes a moment, hesitating, but Yunho sucks at your aching clit and you arch back against Mingi, trapping his cock against your plush ass again and you watch him crumble. 

“Fuck it,” He crushes you to his chest, pumping his hips steadily, his hand on your hip sliding forward and closing over your stomach to press you back and tighten the feeling of his cock trapped between your bodies. 

“Yes, yes,” You whine as Yunho finds a good rhythm, tongue flicking over you again and again, and your nails dig into Mingi’s arm over your chest. 

“Come here,” Mingi curses in your ear, reaching suddenly for the blanket and tossing it to the side. 

Cool air wafts over you and makes you shiver, and you look down at Yunho between your legs, moaning at the sight of him buried against your cunt, eating at you with a reckless eagerness you’ve never seen in him. He’s messy, hair mussed and still damp from the shower, face glistening with your slick and he smiles as he readjusts and dives back in. 

“I want to watch,” Mingi nips at your ear, still thrusting against your backside, “look at you,” 

Trapped between them, you’re a breath away from another orgasm, and you open your mouth to say something, anything, when Mingi’s hand over your belly shifts lower to rest on the soft place just above your pubic bone. 

“Make a mess,” Mingi pants, “come on Yunho’s face, baby,” 

Mingi presses the heel of his hand down just as Yunho sucks sharply on your clit and it hits you harder than before, ripping a desperate cry from your lips and locking your body up in desperate rocking pleasure. 

“No, no,” Mingi yanks you back as you curl away from him into your release, holding you steady so that he can grind himself hard along your skin, his voice breathy and tight, “just a little,” he manages and then you feel him jerk hard, warm wetness across your back as his hips slow and his muscles melt. 

Your brain floats a moment and then clicks back into place and you register Yunho slowly lapping at your folds, bringing you down back to earth until he knows you’re through it. With slow movements he eases out from between your legs, kissing you gently as he does, stretching your legs out to rest on the bed instead of his shoulders. 

“Hey,” His voice is quiet and soft, fingers on your cheek, “you okay in there?” 

Your eyes flutter open and he’s close, brown eyes easy on yours and his face still shiny with your arousal. You swallow hard and unfurl from your position on Mingi’s shoulder, “I’m perfect,” 

You must be a picture, slick with sweat and cum, Mingi attached to your back like a koala as he drops in and out of sated sleep. Yunho smiles down at you, “I’m just going to step in the bathroom a second, but I’ll be back,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, “I’m good,” 

It’s not even a lie, you do feel okay, but you still find yourself tracking his movements as he shifts around the opposite side of the bed and slips into the bathroom. He leaves the door open and the light on so you can still see him as he washes his hands and locates a hand towel in the little linen cupboard. 

Mingi makes a sleepy noise behind you, and you squeeze his fingers. 

“Hmm?” He jumps at the sensation, “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing,” You assure him, “everything’s fine, get some rest,” 

Yunho comes back and Mingi drags himself up into a sitting position, scrubbing the orgasmic haze from his eyes, “No, no I’m up,” 

“Here,” Yunho murmurs, tossing the hand towel to Mingi, and you now see that it’s damp and meant to clean you up. 

“Thanks,” Mingi catches it deftly and eases the warm cloth down over your skin, wiping away any evidence of the night so far, “y/n,” he catches your attention, “how are you feeling?” 

“Sore,” You admit, “but better for the moment,” 

“Alright,” He throws the towel towards the open hamper, “can you stay with Yunho a while? I need to get some food together,” 

A nervous flutter lights up in your stomach but you take a steadying breath and nod, “Yeah,” 

“If you’re peaking this quick I want you to eat some more,” He explains, “while we still can,” 

“Thank you,” You murmur, this time letting him take care of you instead of fighting it. 

“If you need to sleep,” Mingi offers, “don’t fight it, I can always keep a plate warm for you.” 

“Okay,” 

“If you need anything,” Mingi says, not to you, but to Yunho, “just shout.” 

“Yep,” Yunho returns to your line of sight, dressed in a pair of oversized gray sweats and black cut off t-shirt. With a smile to ease your nerves he climbs back into the bed, righting the covers over you both and offering an arm, “you want to cuddle, or do you need some space?” 

You shift into his arms without hesitation, the tense knot inside you releasing once again now that you’re in his arms. Mingi murmurs that he’ll be back, and you listen carefully to the sound of him moving through the apartment, the sounds of the kitchen, the low hum of the building around you. 

“Are you really feeling okay?” Yunho asks softly, running a hand down the tensed muscle of your arm. 

“Better,” You pull your eyes back to his, “I just don’t know how long it’ll last,” 

“I’m sorry this hurts so much,” He murmurs, “I wish I knew about your suppressants,” 

“Yunho,” You shake your head, “I already told you,” 

“No, no, I know why you didn’t say anything,” He interrupts, “I don’t mean that. I’m just sorry you have to feel like this,” 

“It’s better being here,” You tell him quietly, “with you,” 

“Better than being alone?” He asks. 

“Yes,” You nod, “but better than being with anyone else too,” 

“Oh,” His voice is soft, his eyes widening just a little. 

“I’ve been with other alphas,” You tell him, shifting a little closer in his arms, “but it’s never like this,” 

“I’m,” He considers his words a moment, jaw tightening as he contemplates. “Am I doing things right?” 

“Knotting’s pretty self explanatory,” You smile, teasing him just a little. 

He sighs and rolls his eyes, “So, you are feeling better,” 

“Sorry,” You brush your hand down his chest, “I’m sorry, no, you are, you’re doing everything right,” 

“Good,” He exhales in relief, “it all feels right in the moment, but I didn’t want that to be one sided,” 

“No,” You assure him, “go with your gut,” 

There’s a clatter in the kitchen and you turn slightly towards the noise. Yunho’s hands tighten and then relax on you and he nudges you gently, “Still okay?” 

“Mhm,” You clear your throat, “my chest feels a little tight,” 

“Without Mingi?” He questions, stroking the gland in your throat to help calm you down. 

“Yeah,” You give him a soft smile, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?” 

“Helped an omega through heat?” He asks, still stroking your throat, “I’m sure,” 

“I’m surprised,” You confess. 

“Mm,” He shrugs, “I mean, I’ve been with omegas, but they’ve all been on suppressants and I guess… I don’t know, I just never found the right person,” 

Your brows draw together, “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve dated plenty,” He shrugs, a little sheepishly, “I just haven’t found the right person to stay with, and heat always seemed like something you’d share with, you know, the right person,” 

“You’re a romantic,” You chuckle softly, “heat’s always been a thing to get through for me,” 

“I can see why,” He nods, “and I don’t know, maybe I am?” 

You tuck yourself further under the blanket with him and adjust so that you can talk better eye to eye, “Do you want kids?” 

“Someday,” He answers without hesitation or discomfort, not like so many of the men you had dated or slept with who panic backstep from that question like you’re telling them you were already pregnant. 

“Family’s important to you,” You surmise.

“Very much so,” He smiles, “I’m really close with my parents and my brother,” 

“That’s nice,” You tell him softly, and you find yourself loving the way his eyes light up when he talks about them. 

“Do you?” He asks suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Do I, what?” 

“Want kids,” 

Your gut twists at the words,  your biology responding to the idea of an alpha talking about babies, but you sigh and tell the truth, “I don’t know yet,” 

“Really?” He quirks a brow.

“Yes, really,” A flare of annoyance flutters through you, at the idea of yet another alpha dismissing your opinion on children, but his next words disarm you entirely. 

“That’s good,” He says with ease, “it’s honest. Not everyone knows, especially at our age.”

“Exactly,” 

“If you ever do,” He offers with a smile, his hand stroking your spine slowly, “I think you’d make a good parent. You’re always taking care of everyone at the studio and checking up on them, and I know you’re working like crazy but you don’t let the stress show,” 

“Oh,” 

“If,” He clarifies immediately, misreading your lack of response for some kind of reproach, “I just mean, you’re a good person, and you take good care of your friends, that’s all,” 

“Thank you,” You reach for him, bringing him back from his word vomit attempt at a back pedal apology, “that’s probably one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me,” 

His mouth slips shut, the rest of his words dying in the negative space between you and he sighs in relief. 

Another sound erupts in the kitchen and you hear Mingi curse quietly, and you dip your face into Yunho’s chest to bury your laugh. 

“He’s fine,” Yunho laughs with you, “he has a habit of burning things,” 

“I thought he was the cook,” You smile. 

“Oh, he is,” Yunho snuggles closer to you, “I have about three things in my rotation before I start producing hazardous waste,” 

“Cute,” You murmur. 

He holds you a little longer and you keep listening to the sound of Mingi in the kitchen. With Yunho’s arms around you, you start to wonder who that perfect person would be, the girl who would have taken his heart and drawn him in enough for more than a few dates. 

“Yunho,” You murmur up to him. 

“Hmm?” 

“If sharing heat is so special,” You find yourself asking, “why did you ask me to come home with you?” 

“I don’t know,” He answers honestly, “but I saw you there and something in my brain clicked, I knew I needed to keep you safe,” 

“Have you ever seen an omega in heat before?” You ask. 

“No,” He admits, “not an unmated omega at least,” 

“The biology is intense,” You comment, feeling a subtle twinge in your back that makes you shift your hips. 

“No kidding,” 

“Is it alright that I’m here?” You murmur, words quiet. You know there’s no way you can take him telling you no, not at this point in your heat, but you also have to ask. 

“More than alright,” He brushes off your anxiety with ease and holds you close, “don’t think like that,” 

Another ache in your back lights up and you shift positions again. 

“Are you hurting?” His hand slips over your hip. 

“Yeah,” You sigh honestly, “Mingi’s right, I’m peaking fast,” 

“We’ll take care of you,” He soothes, “don’t worry,” 

“I know,” 

“Hey,” Mingi’s voice makes you jump and you turn to see him re-enter the room, a tray of food in his hands, “you’re still awake,” 

The tight cord wrapped around your chest releases immediately at the sight of him and Yunho smiles as he feels the rest of your tightly locked muscles relax in his hands. 

“I’m starving,” Yunho shifts up in the bed and brings you with him so that you’re both in a sitting position. 

“There’s plenty,” Mingi smiles, plopping the tray down on Yunho’s lap before climbing back over you both to take up his post on your left side. 

“Can you eat?” Yunho drags the tray over both your thighs. 

“A little,” You nod, “and then maybe some sleep?” 

“You want to try to nap?” Mingi brushes your hair with his fingers. 

“I don’t know what’s better,” You admit, reaching for a dish of rice, “that might make it worse,” 

“Napping never makes anything worse,” Mingi shakes his head, “tuck in and then we’ll try and get as much sleep as your body will let us,” 

You agree, even though at first you’re not sure if you can settle down enough to sleep. It isn’t until your second bowl of rice and warm broth that your eyes start to feel heavy, your brain sluggish and slow. You know you’re starting to peak properly now, heading into the thick of the fog where anything your body wants you’ll beg to get, but that conscious thought starts to fade away. Despite the throb between your thighs, you’re mostly sated for the moment, full of food and surrounded by them. You blink slowly, trying to make sense of Mingi’s words as he takes the tray of food off your lap and shifts it to the side. 

Your body feels like it’s floating a little as Yunho eases you down into the bedding. 

The warm glow from the bedside table lamps disappears. 

You melt into the mattress beneath you, the taste of chocolate on the tip of your tongue. 

For now, you sleep.

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.

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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To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on ??? to start hehehe)

Words: 2,246

Warnings: Implied drugging and kidnapping. 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: Surprise!!! Here’s to the start of yet another series that I hope you’ll all enjoy!! This one is going to be a bit darker than the other ones in terms of content, but it draws a bit of inspiration from The Hunger Games, and survival horror game in general. I’m really excited for this series since I have quite a bt planned for it, but I’m not sure how updates for it will look. It might just be a short side project I work on every now and then between chapter of Morning Mist and book two of HC, but I shall see! Also, if you have any predictions or theories I’d love to hear them!! Can you guess who is who yet based on the eyes? 👀 Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! I hope you enjoy!!~

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

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 8,054

Warnings: Blood mentioned. Threats. Depictions of a panic attack near the end. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is!! The next part which turned out much longer than I anticipated!! I’m super happy with how it turned out, and where I ended it, so I really hop you like it, too!! We’ve got some relationships progressing this chapter, so yay!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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