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monsta x wishes you happy birthday

warnings mentions of kissing/making out (minhyuk, hyungwon), lots of pet names, mention of food (wonho, minhyuk, hyungwon, joohoney)

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note this is super self indulgent, i mean it is a birthday gift to myself so whatever

Neglected | One-Shot (Wonwoo, I.M)

Rating/genre: M18+, established relationship, friends to fucking; smut 💖, light angst, light fluff Pairings: Wonwoo x Reader(f), I.M/Changkyun x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, dom!Wonwoo, dom!Changkyun, sub!reader (not bratty), morally questionable actions, infidelity, getting caught, jealousy? (i don’t even think Wonwoo knows if he’s jealous lol), Changkyun is kind of a shit, not an angsty ending, biting, rough sex, titty slapping, a single spank, marking, spit kink, degradation, overstimulation, the boys get a bit aggressive but reader is wholly consenting to it all, the boys also sound kind of manipulative at times but it’s all part of the play, fingering, oral (f + m receiving), deep throating, face-fucking, choking, good crying, a safeword/action is mentioned but not used, praise kink, multiple orgasms (like A LOT), reader wears a bra and panties, pet names ‘baby’ ‘pretty girl’ ‘slut’ ‘whore’ ‘good girl’, referred to as a 'toy', two hot unemotional doms who are actually softies bc obvs Word Count: 10.2k Summary: Nobody needs to be lonely; just say the word and you won't be. Your boyfriend’s best friend will make sure of it.

A/N: Reader cheats at the beginning so if you’re not ok to read that then… don’t lol. It ends up not being a big deal but still. 

A/N 2: The first Build-Your-Own-Orgy (BYOO) woohoo!!! Two peeps requested the same idols! Thank you @drunk-on-dk and @lenireads for participating - I really hope you both enjoy this! Your requests were very slightly different so I tried to do something that would accommodate you both. Pretty much you both just wanted to get fucked up so ahahaha here you go… I died writing this so please let me know if it had a similar effect on you :D

He’d had his eyes on you all evening, across the little stretch of beach or through the blaze of the bonfire. Over a friend’s shoulder that he was chatting away at him. And, obviously, the only reason you’d been noticing is because it was impossible to not be aware of him, not let your eyes search the crowd for him every time you got distracted for a few minutes.

It had always been like this with Changkyun – the little tingle on your skin when he was around from the electricity in the air. Even the first time you’d met him, not long after you and Wonwoo had gotten together for real. But it had been easier to ignore when you were all caught up in your new relationship, blissfully blind to anything that wasn’t Wonwoo’s perfect hands on you. 

Now…

Now you were struggling to ignore your attraction to him more and more. It wasn’t anything serious – you loved Wonwoo after all. This was just pure sexual attraction that left you embarrassingly horny every time your friend group hung out and he was present. He just had this… thing? Something that you couldn’t explain. The way he looked at you.

The way he was looking at you now with slightly hooded eyes. A smoulder but way more uncaring and quietly (almost imperceptibly) cocky. 

Ok, so, perhaps you had a type. 

You’d been watching each other so much all night that you’d zoned out of a handful of conversations, being brought back to reality with pokes on your shoulder, escalating to light smacks on the head from your friends as they giggled. 

“Hellooo? Birthday girl?? What the fuck are you looking at?”

You’d brushed it off time and time again, blaming it on the alcohol you’d ingested when really, you could only call yourself tipsy if that. Perhaps you would’ve been having a rowdier night yourself if your nerves weren’t so on edge. Or if your boyfriend was actually here. 

It wasn’t late. Downing the rest of your drink, you slid your empty solo cup under the bottom of your friend's and squeezed her arm. “Gonna go call Woo. I’ll be back!”

Loud exclamations, mixed reactions, followed you as you trudged through the sand, finding the pathway in the dark thanks to the glint of the moon and the deck lights that had been left on up at the beach house. 

The house was big but not enough for the whole group of you. People would have to sleep on the couch or on the floor with blankets as a sad make-shift mattress. Perhaps it was a good thing that Wonwoo couldn’t make it for the little getaway weekend. One less body to accommodate. 

Brushing off your sandy feet half-assedly, you made your way inside, the sounds of blasting music and squeals of your friend group becoming muffled by the patio door shutting behind you. You leaned your weight forward on the island counter, legs dangling as you let it ring, your boyfriend’s contact name staring you in your deflating face as you slowly realized he wasn’t going to pick up. It was 9:30pm. Was he still working? Surely, he wasn’t already asleep. 

A light knock startled you, the sound of the door cracking open filling the silence before you could even turn around to see who it was. 

“Crying at your own party?” Changkyun’s expression was blank as he ducked inside, finally smirking only when you shot him a look.

“Not crying.” You swiped up your phone, locking it before slipping it back in your pocket. “Also, not technically my party.”

“Wang’s beach house. Still your party.”

You rolled your eyes slightly, the nervousness hitting you again as you leant back against the counter, palms pressing to it on either side of you. 

Hands tucked casually in his pockets, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. It wasn’t sexual; you’d seen him do it a hundred times out of habit. When he was waiting. When he was thinking. But it still made you gulp. 

“Well, guess I should get back out there.”

“He didn’t pick up?”

You looked at him surprised for only a moment before letting out a tiny indignant sigh. “No… he didn’t.”

“Ahh,” he replied with a little nod as if everything made sense now. 

You’d always found Changkyun kind of weird in that quiet, interesting kind of way. At first you’d thought he didn’t like you at all. Wonwoo had assured you that he did. Maybe a little too much. Apparently Wonwoo was incredibly good at reading both of you.

Thankfully, he’d found it all kind of funny, Changkyun being one of his closest friends and everything. It still amused him even now, occasionally teasing you by jokingly suggesting you bring a third into your sex life and questioning you who you would want it to be. Who you thought would agree. 

It was all a set-up so he could pretend to get a little jealous when you would shyly answer with the obvious choice, taunt you relentlessly, then fuck the hell out of you. 

Even if he did notice how wet it made you – god, you hoped he didn’t – Wonwoo couldn’t possibly understand just how much Changkyun actually got to you. Especially now that he had realized the effect he had on you and had developed the audacity to actually take advantage of it. 

Not as much when Wonwoo was around. But on the rare occasion when the group hung out without him or if you saw each other while out, Changkyun had become shameless in how he looked at you, breaking his usual stoic facade to send you quick but overtly deliberate looks, usually involving a cocky raise of an eyebrow or two. It drove you mad. 

Once or twice, he’d leaned in when no one was paying attention, whispering lowly in your ear, making your skin prickle – always something so vaguely suggestive that you couldn’t actually call it inappropriate even though you knew the whole situation was. 

When he stepped closer now, your stomach jumped. Yes, inappropriate is what this would be if he came any closer. 

The only reason you didn’t think he was purely messing with you was thanks to a text he’d sent a couple months ago.

CK: if you’re bored when wonwoo’s busy lmk

CK: we can chill

Not incriminating on its own. But you’d never told Wonwoo about the offer. And you’d never taken him up on it, finding a way to deflect instead, make it sound like you were just as busy. But you weren’t.

He was a foot away, hands in his pockets, just stood in front of you casually in the still darkness of the kitchen. His head tilted down, his gaze meeting yours, and he did it once again: the eyebrow raise. Like it was a question. A request? A challenge? 

It was intimidating and careless and so fucking hot. You wanted to punch him. 

“What?” dropped from you, a bit abrasive. 

“Why so cranky?” he asked, brows furrowing now as if he was actually asking. He wasn’t.

“My boyfriend ditched me for work,” you played along, head tilting to the side, jaw setting as you tried not to waver. 

“On your birthday…” he added with a little wince of feigned sympathy, the whole thing meant to just rub it in more. “That’s shitty.”

You took in a little breath, working so hard to not let your gaze fall to the span of his broad shoulders, the hills of his firm chest beneath that thin t-shirt. “Kind of, yeah.”

He nodded, his gaze trailing down your body then back up. By the time he was meeting your eyes again, he was stepping forward once more, his hands coming to press against the counter on either side of yours. God, he always smelt so fucking good.

“Kyun.” You turned your head as you spoke quietly, inadvertently inviting him closer when you were just trying to avoid his gorgeous face. The awful buzzing inside of you was getting stronger. 

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Mm, nothing.” His lips brushed your neck like a feather, tickling and making you jump the tiniest bit. “Damn, how long’s it been since he’s touched you?” he said through a smirk before pressing them to you again, this time more firmly, sending a different kind of shock through you. 

A tiny sigh left your lips before you forced yourself to morph it into words: “We can not do this.”

“You want to.”

That one caught you. It was useless to deny it, but admitting it to him felt criminal. 

“You’ve been neglected… I can help,” he whispered against your skin, each word penetrating a little deeper. “Maybe Wonwoo will thank me.”

“I don’t think he will,” you whispered back, practically delirious as he reached your jaw, his nose ending up in your hair. 

“You never know.”

“He’s just busy… We’re– we’re good.”

“I’m not saying you’re not.”

How could someone be so aggravating and so sensual at the same time?

“Just wanna make you feel good on your birthday,” he said then he was tilting his head to yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and pausing a moment before pulling slightly, enough to make you moan pathetically. 

Shit.

Tugged by his current, you connected your mouths, your hands floating up to hold his jaw. 

He was closer now, pressing you right up against the counter, his arms wrapping around your back. The deeper the kiss, mouths widening to taste the alcohol on him, the more your inhibitions dissolved. Maybe you were more mad at Wonwoo for bailing than you thought you were. Or maybe he really wouldn’t mind all that much. You could lie to yourself, at least for a few seconds. 

“Think I know how too. Did you know your boyfriend kisses and tells?” he breathed before kissing you again, concealing your surprise. 

You pushed him back but only just enough, not really wanting him to go too far. “What?”

The hazy look in his eye was too much, his head tilting to look at you, gaze dancing over your face, down to your lips. 

“What does that even mean? You guys talk about me?” Your heart was thrumming harder now, in nervousness, in excitement. Sure, you’d figured Wonwoo had bugged Changkyun about his attraction to you about as much as he’d bugged you about yours. But the look on his face was insinuating something else. 

“Mhm,” he sounded out, moving for your lips again as if unable to stay away. “Told me about all the dirty shit you like.”

Your insides twisted, that unsettling feeling in your stomach emanating through you. What the fuck, Wonwoo?

“That you’re just a little whore for him,” he muttered, before taking your lip between his teeth again and biting a bit harder, releasing a second later to drag the tip of his tongue along it. 

All of it sent a shot to your core, your face flaming with heat. “He shouldn’t be telling you stuff,” you replied stubbornly, even as your hands gripped into the front of his shirt and his moved to settle on your hips. 

“Told me we’d probably have fun together.”

“He did not say that,” you pulled back once more to narrow your eyes at him. 

He smiled smugly, apparently enjoying your reaction. “Maybe he did.”

“God, stop being such a fucking liar,” you urged before directing his mouth back to yours, his body coming with it and pressing all along your front. You had daydreamed too many disgusting times about his body pressed to yours like this to not groan at the feeling. 

“Mm– not lying–” he spoke against your kiss, mouth tipping open wider to brush his wet tongue against yours, caressing it as one hand slid up your body, landing warmly on the side of your neck. Breathing a little heavier, he hovered an inch away. “He’s one of my best friends. You don’t think we talk?”

“He’s one of your best friends and you’re doing this–” 

He interrupted you, licking into your mouth again as he caught your chin, distracting you with the firmness of his touches. 

You were hot all over now, especially between your legs where the thrill of all of this had sunk into you despite you knowing how wrong it was. It wasn’t even a lie you were telling yourself; you truly did love Wonwoo. But you’d joked about this with him so many times now that some of the guilt over the idea had seemed to have rubbed away. 

Why didn’t it feel that bad? It should feel bad. It didn’t. It felt so fucking good to kiss him, to have his one hand gripping your hip while the other held your jaw firmly, unable to move away. 

When the two of you separated again, it was on his timing, you lingering in his hold, breathless with red bitten lips, peering up at him. 

“Which one’s your bed?” he asked quietly with a subtle nod to the hallway.

“Is this just a ploy so you don’t have to sleep on the floor?” you muttered, trying to turn your face to look away but he wouldn’t let you, making you watch the slightly intimidating look he shot you, making it clear he was expecting a real answer.

“The master bedroom. But Sam and Kai are sleeping with me so…”

He was already walking away, catching your wrist and tugging you with him, not that you put up any resistance, following him and taking the moment unwatched to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“Kyun,” you said worriedly once the bedroom door was closed behind you but your hands were already moving up his chest, feeling the hard muscle covering him, your feet moving with him as he backed up towards the bed. “Seriously, what are we doing?”

“Do you want this or no?” he asked, dipping his head down to kiss at your neck as his hands found their way under your shirt.

“You know that doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t like seeing you lonely.”

“That’s what this is about?” you whispered, knowing full-well that that was not the truth. 

“I also really want to make you come. Over and over until you’re crying.”

Your jaw tipped open, head tilting involuntarily back as he sucked on your neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He sounded like Wonwoo. He sounded like Wonwoo when he had time for you, when he wasn’t working all the time. 

He licked over the same spot, leaving a swipe of spit all the way up. It was dirty; it made you physically shiver. “You want that? Want to cry on my cock, Y/N?”

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, wetness seeping into your panties at the thought, his tone of voice, the way he was scratching lightly along your back. “Wonwoo will kill us.”

“He won’t care,” he replied quickly, devoid of emotion, lifting away a moment to be able to pull your shirt over your head with your full cooperation before adding: “Ok, maybe a little.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“You can beg for his forgiveness. On your knees.”

Oh god, you were so wet. It was uncomfortable at this point. 

“I’m sure it’ll work.” With that, he kissed you once more, drawing you to him. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you deepened the kiss, humming into it, addicted to the feeling of him. 

He sat back onto the bed, taking you with him, your legs splaying to straddle him as his hands caressed down over your ass before landing a sharp slap on one cheek. Even through the denim, you could feel the sting of it, reacting with a groan into his mouth. 

“What the fuck?”

Separating your lips abruptly, you recognized Wonwoo’s voice in an instant, your heart beginning to thud heavily. It was lodged up in your throat. Like you couldn’t breathe. He was here?

When you looked at the doorway, he tossed his overnight bag to the ground, staring the both of you down. 

There were no words to say. It was exactly what it looked like. You had meant to. 

“Fuck, Wonwoo–…” you breathed out, scrunching your face up in shame before you could even think to move from where you were propped up over Changkyun – who hadn’t even been smart enough to take his hands off your ass.

He closed the door roughly. “Well, happy fucking birthday to you, huh?” he spat out too quietly before setting his jaw once again, the muscle clearly tensing even from feet away. 

“I’m sorry, I–...” you started before once again finding yourself lost for words, letting out a gust of wasted air as your head dropped down between your shoulders in defeat. 

When you went to move, he was already behind you, his touch forcing you to fall to the side instead, onto the mattress beside his best friend, catching you off guard; he was normally only ever physical with you during sex. He’d never laid a hand on you otherwise.

“I thought you were fucking kidding,” he said, now directed at Changkyun and making you blink up at him in confusion. 

You felt cold all over, the dread of what this would mean seeping into you despite how fast your heart was pumping the blood through your body. 

“I said it seriously,” Changkyun said before shrugging – fucking shrugging – where he was now propped, his hands splayed out behind him holding him up. “Not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”

“Fuck you,” Wonwoo scoffed but it had a tinge of a laugh in it. 

“Wait– what?” you asked, glancing between the two of them in confused panic. 

“She just wants to be touched, man,” Changkyun said then, switching his attention to you as he leaned over onto one elbow, crossing his free arm to graze along your side.

And just as his words promised, you inhaled audibly at the touch, at the intimacy of his fingertips trailing towards your hip bone, the top of your jeans. 

“No shit,” Wonwoo said sharply, bringing a hand up to run through his hair, one stubborn strand falling right back down onto his forehead. But then he didn’t say anything else, didn’t even make a move to stop his friend. He just watched as Changkyun’s thumb dipped under the waistband on your jeans and slid towards the button.

You gulped. Your body was incredibly confused, goosebumps popping up across your skin but no part of you was clear on the exact cause. Because Changkyun still looked hazily drunk on you, and Wonwoo was attempting to process everything at warp speed, his breathing seeming to calm even as his tongue pushed harshly into his cheek. 

And then there was you, laid back on the bed, caught looking between them.

He popped the button, turning his head to look at Wonwoo as his fingers found the zipper and slid it down. “I think she’s nice and wet for us,” he said so simply, looking down right at the moment that Wonwoo’s eyebrows pushed up.

To be fair, he must’ve been longing for it too. It had been weeks since the two of you had fucked. You couldn’t be the only one feeling deprived. 

His gaze hopped from Changkyun’s face to his hand to your face. “Baby,” he said firmly. 

“I… I know,” you said nervously but still making no move to stop his friend. You didn’t want him to stop. But you had to keep your head, at least a little bit. “Should we– go talk?”

Changkyun paused where his hand was dipping inside your jeans, dangerously close to pulling a moan from you, to look up at Wonwoo for his reply.

“Talk about what?” He came close leaning over your legs, hands dipping into the mattress on either side of your thighs, to raise an eyebrow at you. “How you were about to sleep with my best friend? Behind my back?”

“I would’ve told you,” you said in a small voice. 

Wonwoo licked at the corner of his mouth, staring you down. Why did it feel like his anger was more for show than anything? Why hadn’t he tossed Changkyun out of the fucking room yet?

The hand in your pants moved lower, finding the wet spot and pulling a soft inhale from you despite you trying to hide it, your lips pushing together. 

“If you guys are actually going to fuck around on me, at least have the decency to include me,” he said finally, reaching for the top of your jeans to roughly pull them down and straight off, tossing them behind him onto the floor. 

Beside you, the corner of Changkyun’s mouth quirked up. 

What the fuck. The threesome thing has been a joke. A joke. Every time. 

“Wait, what?” you asked, brows drawn together so dramatically, your eyeballs about to pop out of your head. For a second, you completely forgot about Changkyun’s fingers teasing over the crotch of your panties. “Aren’t you… mad?”

He didn’t respond, not even looking at you as he leaned back over you and bit at the top of your breast while his hands went underneath to unclasp your bra. 

Reflexively, your hands tangled in his hair, a gasp coming out at the sudden knick to your skin just as Changkyun started to slowly rub in circles, making a bigger mess of the cotton fabric. Still, you pressed your head into the bed and arched up, making it easier for Wonwoo to fling the bra across the room as well. 

“Do you want me to be mad?” He caught your nipple lightly between his teeth, finally tilting his head up slightly to look at you. 

“I– I, I…” you stuttered out, startled by the feeling and just everything going on at once. With another breath you finally managed a flustered: “I just don’t want you to stop.”

“Oh, I’m not gonna stop.” He sucked the nipple into his mouth harshly, pulling a pained moan from you, the intensity on your touch-starved body hurting so good. 

“You are fucking soaked,” came from beside you, Changkyun’s voice shaking you somehow more than his hand between your legs. 

“I…” you went to speak again but there was nothing to say, a pant leaving your lips as Wonwoo continued to roughly tongue at your nipple, his other hand pinching and squeezing with similar vigour. 

Then Changkyun pressed harder. Right on your clit. 

“Ah, fuck.” Your hips bucked up, immediately beginning to grind against his hand. He was right; you could feel that you were so wet already. It was fucking ridiculous. 

“It turns you on, baby?” Wonwoo paused only a second as he switched to your other breast, taunting you once more before enveloping your hard nipple with his mouth. “The idea of fucking my best friend in front of me?”

Changkyun scooted his body closer, eyes trailing up and down yours as his fingers continued their motion. It felt too good for what it was – as if your nerve endings were on fire. Because there was no way that a bit of rubbing over your panties would normally have you reacting like this. 

You let out a little whimper before the words came. “You– you know the answer to that.”

“Can't believe you told him you wanted to fuck me,” Changkyun said in his low tone, piercing eyes finally connecting with yours. God, he looked so fucking hot, you couldn’t stop the way your teeth bit at your lip.

Wonwoo had started kissing down your torso, sucking harsh marks into the roundness of your breasts, the skin along your rib cage, tongue trailing down to your tummy. 

“Fantasizing about your boyfriend's friend?” Changkyun continued, "Not good, Y/N."

Another whimper as you shut your eyes tight, this time more out of embarrassment than anything. “Couldn't help it.”

“Fuck, you are a little slut,” he mumbled, letting his head fall to your neck, his nose followed by his lips grazing along your jaw line. Then he was biting at your ear lobe, redirecting pain signals up before Wonwoo dragged them right back down again, a dark red spit-covered mark now emblazoned on your hip bone. 

“Is that right? Are you my little slut?” Not even bothering to tell him to move his hand, Wonwoo just pulled the panties off with force, allowing Changkyun’s long fingers to press directly into your wetness, an audible squelching sound reaching all of your ears. 

You moaned at the direct contact, back arching up as you reached out to grab onto Changkyun who was fixated on the sight of your bare core. 

“Hmm? Are you my little slut, baby?” Wonwoo asked again as he crawled back up, pushing your legs apart until they were bent back, leaving you fully on display to both of them. 

When you still didn’t answer, too distracted by the slippery circles being painted over your clit, he slapped the side of one of your breasts, just hard enough for it to grab your attention, following up with a pinch to both nipples. “Hm?”

“Fuck. Yes– sorry, yes. I am,” you spluttered out, clenching around nothing, more arousal undoubtedly leaking out of you as it always did when Wonwoo got rough with you or was mean to you in any capacity. Which was, fortunately, a lot of the time. Your sexual compatibility was insane – it was part of the reason why you ended up feeling so ravenous when he was too busy to be intimate with you for a week or two. You craved it. 

“And you’re going to do everything I say? Be a good little girl?” He leaned down a bit to come face to face with your pussy, dangling his perfect mouth right in front of you. 

You nodded, peering down at him where he had you pinned firmly with his hands on the back of your thighs, and watched as he gathered spit in his mouth then let it drop directly onto your hole. You could feel it, trickling down your folds to your ass and probably onto the sheets beneath you. It just made you moan more. 

“Gotta prove to me that you can be good. Because that’s pretty fucking hard to believe right now, Y/N.”

“I can do that,” you said softly, slipping into obedient submission even faster than normal – thanks to circumstances. 

He looked up at the room for a split second before focusing back on you and the desperate frown between your eyebrows. “You do everything I say. No fucking complaining, ok?”

You gave him another tiny yet fervent nod, eager for him to continue, for something, anything. Whatever he would give you. 

“Ok,” he said, seemingly satisfied before he was tapping the side of your ass. “Turn.”

You did so quickly, watching him with wide eyes as he guided you where he wanted: your head half-hanging off the edge while Changkyun adjusted with you, ending up between your parted legs. 

Right away, your friend was leaning over you, back to teasing your slick folds, making you shiver as you watched him. “This pretty pussy,” Changkyun groaned as he spread it open to two fingers, voice still quiet and relatively monotone even as he expressed his appreciation. “How does he fit in this tiny little cunt?”

The words made you clench, tightening more around the fingertips prodding at your entrance. 

Wonwoo stood by your head. His clothes had come off quickly, his gorgeous dick hanging hard in front of your face when your head fell back to look upside down at him. “We make it fit. Right, baby?” he said too sweetly before grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Open.”

Your tongue was already out before he could even finish the word, lips wrapping around the thick head of his cock as he sunk into your mouth. 

Barely giving you a second, he pushed in farther, his other hand coming to the side of your head as well to hold it in place. 

At the same time, Changkyun was slowly sliding a finger into your warmth, your walls spasming around him. “Fuck,” he groaned low in his throat. “Just wants to be filled so bad.”

Your whine vibrated around Wonwoo’s cock, turning into a gag as he stuffed it down into your throat. Already wetness was springing to your eyes at the feeling of the hard intrusion, your hands jumping to rest on the sides of his thighs though you did nothing to try to stop his movements. All you wanted was for him to use you like he hadn’t done in weeks. 

“Poor neglected pussy. Sucking me in,” Changkyun said and you could hear the exaggerated pout in his voice. “Wonwoo doesn’t pay enough attention to you.”

The fact that it was obvious that he was talking about your pussy over talking about you just made you whine more, the pathetic sound getting louder when he slipped in another finger, pushing them in deep until his knuckles were pressed right up against you. 

Wonwoo had started fucking into your mouth, slow but not slow enough for you to mistake him for being gentle. No, he clearly didn’t care about making you comfortable, pushing it in deep until you were gagging all over again before pulling out to let you breathe a moment, letting the strings of spit hang from his dick. 

You kept your mouth open, ready to receive him over and over again, even when your jaw started to ache a bit, wide eyes brimming with tears, staring up at him each time he pulled back enough for you to be able to see him. 

“Good girl. Love it when you listen to me,” he groaned, finally letting you hear a bit of the satisfaction in his voice, the mix of the physical pleasure with the control he had over you. 

A proud hum bubbled out of you, the praise sending an actual tingle across your skin and making you clench once more. 

Changkyun started fucking into you a little harder, making you a little more crazy. But you weren’t sure how much farther you could go. It felt like they’d barely done anything to you and you were already about to crumple. 

Wonwoo’s hands slid down from the sides of your head to your neck, thumbs crossing over to lightly choke you as he fucked into your throat a little quicker, using shallower thrusts to feel the way his length moved under his palms. He’d fucked you liked this before; only a handful of times but he always came so hard when he did, entranced by the feeling of his thick cock causing a protrusion in your throat. 

It was hard on you though, taking him this way while simultaneously having Changkyun pumping into you. You couldn’t writhe and moan in the way you needed to. But you were being good – whatever Wonwoo wanted. Whatever they wanted. 

Feeling him hard and leaking in your throat was enough to kill you, especially when he would look down at you when he pulled out, jaw dropped open as he took in your messy appearance. Even with the face he put on when he was dominating you, he could never fully hide the way you drove him crazy. 

Cursing between breaths, your eyes locked with Wonwoo’s as Changkyun fucked into you harder, wrapping an arm around you to hold your hips down, and hooking his fingers in a way that had you crying out nonsensically. 

“You’re such a fucking mess, baby. You like his fingers that much?” He rubbed his tip over your tongue that was once again obediently awaiting him, before pulling back. “Or you just like being used this much?” He smirked at your fucked-out nod, your eyes falling shut as the next moan was shook from you. 

“Gonna come? Can’t even keep still,” you heard Changkyun chastise, leaning more weight onto the hand he had pinned across your body. 

It put pressure on your lower stomach, making everything more intense, the drag of his fingers overwhelming as you tightened around him. Wonwoo’s grip on your throat tightened too and before you knew it, you were coming, practically gushing around Changkyun’s fingers as you cried out, zero perception of how loud you were being, your hands flying to yank on the sheets on either side of you. 

“Good girl,” one of them said, so low you could practically feel it, but in your haze their deep voices were interchangeable. 

You were still wiggling under Changyun’s hold, taking his unrelenting ministrations, still shivering in pleasure, still disoriented, when you felt Wonwoo’s hand move to your jaw, a brief warning before his dick was pressing at your lips, opening them easily to push in again. 

“Keep going. Being such a good little toy now.” He was being nice, using your lips that you were suctioning as best you could, using your tongue that you were trying to remember to work, guiding himself not too deep into you over and over until he too was moaning. 

When you came down to earth and the fingers in your pussy became too much, you reached for your friend’s hand, grabbing at his wrist blindly. But he just pushed you away, holding your wrist tightly to your tummy as he continued his pace, not even bothering to slow down to give you a chance to recover. 

You moaned out your disagreement, slight alarm even, at the intense feeling but it was like it barely met his ears, muffled by Wonwoo sliding into your mouth again and cooing at you that you could take it.

He knew you could; he knew you so well. He’d pushed you far. He also knew that you would tap his leg three times if you really needed them to stop. Had that been something he’d told Changkyun too? 

When you heard a sharp pftoo, it was followed by another glob hitting your clit. He pulled his fingers out for a moment to collect the extra lubrication before pushing them in again, now with three instead of two, flipping to be palm up. 

“Ahh,” you gasped out around the cock in your mouth, quickly losing your mind to the point where you could barely do your job anymore. No, now you really were just a hole for Wonwoo to use, fucking himself into your mouth as every muscle in your body contracted, a sudden pressure so strong at the way Changkyun’s perfect fingers were back to abusing your g-spot. 

Once again, you could hear the wetness of your orgasm, his fingers pumping in and out at lightning speed as he drew out your euphoria. The pleasure shot out from your core, to your fingertips, to your tiptoes. All you could do was sob around Wonwoo’s cock as he came too, one hand bracing gently on your chest as the other jerked himself through it, keeping just the tip between your lips. 

“Fucking– ughhh,” he groaned, the thick cum hitting your tongue and being quickly swallowed down in your effort not to choke. When he was done, he pulled away, the final dribbles of his release getting smeared on your cheek before he was wiping it up with a finger to push into your mouth. 

Finally, Changkyun was slowing his movements but you were still shuddering, attempting to babble at him that it was enough. 

“You wanted him so bad. You’re gonna take whatever he gives you. I know you can take a lot, baby.”

The words didn’t really sink in. Your eyes were still closed, your body finally able to relax down into the mattress now that Changkyun had stopped moving his hand, seemingly adjusting himself on the bed from the way it was dipping. 

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with the wet warmth of a tongue enveloping your clit, swiping over it in broad strokes, and you could feel his fingers pressing against your front wall rhythmically. He couldn’t really be trying to get you to come again, could he?

“Ah, god. It’s– it’s too much–”

But then, just when you felt like you were going to have to push him away, the surge of pleasure was hitting you. He was pulling against the inside of you just right, mixing it with the suction on your clit, making you moan desperately for him again, your fingers tangling in his hair for grounding. 

“Fuck! Kyun–” Your words were strangled, messy, completely involuntary. “Oh my god, I’m coming again, I’m coming, I’m coming–” you rambled, turning it into a whiny sob when you started to run out of breath. You couldn’t help the way you were rolling your hips up against his face, your back arching off the bed and your hand still gripping tightly in place so he wouldn’t dare stop – not until your third high had run its course. 

It was only once you’d collapsed into jelly that he backed off, removing his fingers and leaving you with one final lick of your arousal, gathering it on his tongue and swallowing it down as you lifted your head to stare down at him in disbelief.

Now you were truly a mess, eyes still watery around the edges and your chest heaving from the exertion simply from coming that hard. 

He smirked, licking at his fingers as he sat up onto his knees, letting you get a good look at the large tent in his pants. Fuuuck. 

But you were so fucking spent already. “I can’t, I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head.

“He knows what he’s doing, baby.”

“Yeah, clearly,” you said under your breath but they both heard you because Changkyun let out a sexy little chuckle and Wonwoo was smirking at you as he came back over from where his bag sat, chucking a condom onto the sheets beside you. 

“Remember when you said you were going to do everything I say? That means taking everything that we’re giving you, pretty girl.” He climbed on the bed as Changkyun climbed off to undress. “I’m being so nice right now. So you don’t get to fight it.” 

“I… I already came three times,” you said exasperated but your voice was soft, hoping it would help you attain the pity you were looking for. 

“So?” he asked uncaringly, pushing his eyebrows up at you and shrugging. Well, clearly this wasn’t going to go in your favour. 

“So... it’s a lot…” you said even more pathetically, sitting up shakily and reaching out for him to come closer. 

He did so immediately, helping you so you were both kneeling on the bed, your hands slipping over the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Yeah, but I don’t care.” It came out so patronizingly sweet, the chosen words in complete contradiction to his tone and the way he was gently holding you steady in front of him. 

Crazily, it sent a wave of arousal through you, straight to your swollen, sensitive cunt, forcing out a little frustrated whimper from you. 

“My needy little slut wants a cock so bad that she’s willing to fuck my best friend. But now that she gets it, it’s too much. Is that right? Is it too much, baby?” he carried on, now in a much more commanding tone, looking over to Changkyun who had settled near the two of you on the bed, then back to you. 

Your chin tipped up, asking for a kiss as you tried to tug him closer. 

“Answer the question, baby.”

“No…” you said through a pout.

“No, what?”

“It’s not too much.”

He took hold of your jaw. “So, you’re going to be good?”

Your tongue wet your lips as you nodded in his grip. “Can I have a kiss, baby? Please?”

“Open,” was all he said then you were doing so, sticking out your tongue for him once again so he could spit on it forcefully. He waited a moment, admiring you and your puppy dog eyes, mouth wide open like a good little girl, before he closed it with a press of his fingers under your chin and instructed you to swallow. 

As soon as you had done so, he was pulling you into a deep kiss, the feeling a shattering relief in your system. He was familiar; he was home. Even when he was treating you like this because he knew you loved it, he was your ultimate comfort. With a hum of satisfaction, you kissed him back eagerly, hands wrapping around the sides of his neck as you pushed your body flush with his. 

“Take his dick and don’t complain,” he said when he pulled back, pushing you softly away from him and towards his friend who was now tearing open the condom with his teeth. 

“You sure, man?” Changkyun asked casually as he slid it on. It was the first moment you actually took in his dick and how big it was. How it rivalled Wonwoo in length and girth. And how it was about to ruin you. 

“Do whatever you want. She wants to get used? Use her.” 

Again, you found yourself gulping, your heart speeding up at the mean words. You wanted it so bad but Changkyun made you nervous. Clearly he was relentless in the same way your boyfriend was. And yes, you trusted him as a friend. But this was all new.

“How do you want it?” he asked you, catching you off guard as you came closer, taking in the gorgeous lines of his built physique. Before you could answer, a hand was sliding up your neck so he could take hold of your hair and use it to turn your face up towards him and his apathetic eyes. “Hmm?”

How had you ended up in bed with someone even colder than your boyfriend? Fuck, you liked it so much. The thought distracted you, keeping you from answering. 

“Fine. I’ll choose,” he said, letting go of his hold so he could spin you around, a hand coming down on your back to push you onto your hands and knees. 

Even with how spent you were from the previous orgasms, your knees quickly spread a little wider as you lowered yourself onto your forearms, presenting yourself as if you were the birthday gift. 

“Such a pathetic little slut. Just wanted to get fucked so bad,” Changkyun taunted as his hand caressed your ass cheek, pulling you open for him as he directed his cock to rub over your slick lips. 

“God,” you sighed out a moan, swaying back in search of more.

“You just love being talked down to, don’t you?” he said amusedly as he leaned over your back and pushed down on the back of your neck, retreating his length away from you. “Fuck…”

Right away you were whining, not prepared for him to tease after how the night had gone so far. Normally Wonwoo teased you so much, made sure you were capable of being a patient good girl for him. Tonight, you’d been spoiled. 

“I told you. She fucking loves it.”

Your head turned to look at Wonwoo as you tried to comprehend his words. But as much as you wanted to say something, present your disdain for your sex life being shared so openly, deep down you just found it hot. Because it was him and Changkyun. And the idea of them talking about you like that made you feel strangely powerful, filling both of their minds in such a way.

And, there was the fact that you were so thoroughly in a submissive headspace. You couldn’t talk back to Wonwoo if you tried. 

“Arch your back for me,” came next and you did just that, pressing your chest to the bed and lifting as best you could for Changkyun’s hands to caress the globes of your ass. 

“I told you, she’s perfect,” Wonwoo spoke up, settling beside you so you could see him where you had your head turned. 

Changkyun chuckled. “You did say that. Many times.” His tip was teasing at your hole again, dipping inside marginally before brushing over your clit to make you jerk slightly. “You didn’t know that, baby, did you? That your boyfriend tells me about how perfect your pussy is all the time?”

When you turned slightly to look up at him, Wonwoo was watching your reaction unworried, hand reaching out to stroke your hair. “I only say good things, I promise.” 

Your brows pulled into a wince, your body reacting more to the sensations than to any big revelations going on. At this point, you really didn’t care. You just needed him inside of you. Why was he still not inside of you? “Please. Feel so empty,” you whined softly. 

Changkyun cursed under his breath, pushing into you a little before pulling back. “That was so cute, it almost worked.”

Everything he said was making your stomach flip but the word ‘cute’ coming from his lips to describe you was doing even more. “Please, please,” you whispered out a few more times, using your last few brain cells in the best way you could imagine.

He groaned again, gripping harder where his hands sat on your hips. Wonwoo laughed at him and you almost smiled. 

“Changkyun-ah…” you breathed. “Want you please.”

“That’s how she gets you.”

“Such a good girl. Asking so nicely,” Changkyun praised as he pushed in again, this time granting you a few rock-hard inches. 

“Oh my god,” you choked out, your body tipping forward a bit, retreating from the intense stretch. 

“Nuh-uh-uh-” Wonwoo sounded, leaning forward to place a firm hand on your back – a clear direct that you were to stay in place. 

“Be good,” Changkyun said firmly at the same time. 

With that, you did so as best you could, face smushing into the mattress as you stayed still, hands scrunched up in the sheets, taking everything he gave you as he slid in further. 

“Fuck, good fucking girl.” Now, Changkyun was even more talkative, words slipping out effortlessly at the feel of you. “How are you so tight around me still? Did you not already come three times? What the fuck?”

Your reply was simply a wavering moan as he bottomed out in you, his hands pulling your hips back against his pelvis until he was pressed in as far as he could possibly go. “I–” you squeaked out before stopping yourself. 

“Don’t say it’s too much, baby. I won’t be happy with you.”

“But–” you started to say but you shut yourself up when Changkyun started to move, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back into your sensitive warmth. 

“But what?” he asked from behind you, sliding in again and again until you couldn’t even process either of them speaking to you. It felt so fucking good after him making you wait, your perpetual arousal making him slip in a little easier and allowing that squelching sound a reappearance. "You can take it."

It was practically unfair how easy it was for both of them to get you like this. Changkyun knew how to fuck you as if he’d done it a hundred times. 

He’d barely been pumping into you for two minutes before you were already on the brink, endless pathetic sounds coming from you as you took him deep, any discomfort from the rough handling earlier disappearing as your cunt pulsed around him. 

Wonwoo was laid beside you now, whispering more dirty shit into your ear as his fingers tucked into your hair once again – they’d talked about you so much, about how much Changkyun would enjoy ruining you too, about how you thrived on being dominated… It was no wonder that he would always look at you the way he did; he’d already fucked you in his head a thousand times over. 

Breathy moans fell from you with each word. It was too good. Wonwoo knew just how to talk to have you clenching around his friend’s cock so hard that it almost hurt, making more tears spring to your eyes. 

Changkyun cursed behind you, fucking you even harder at the sound of your whimpers. “She’s gripping me so tight, Jesus Christ,” he groaned out with effort. 

When Wonwoo pulled back to be able to slip two fingers into your mouth, you knew – and he knew too – you were about to be done for. Because as soon as you were done dutifully sucking them, coating them in your spit, he was reaching under you and finding your clit to rub in quick circles.

You gasped but nothing else came out as you came hard for both of them, jaw dropped open as you pressed your forehead down into the mattress, holding tightly to whatever you could. 

While Wonwoo’s hand worked furiously, Changkyun just fucked you harder, low moans coming out of him at the feeling of your walls spasming around his length. 

“Good girl… Coming so good for us,” Wonwoo praised. “You like my friend’s cock? Just needed a dick? Any dick to get off on?”

You were still in another world but you felt yourself shake your head as if it was someone else. 

“No, that’s right. I know you wanted his. Is it as good as you thought, baby?” he asked, the taunting tone so evident in his voice. “Is it better than mine? Or is mine still the best you’ve ever had?”

You knew you shouldn’t answer. You couldn’t talk anyway, not with the way they were both carrying on, not giving you a spare second for your body to come down and reset. No, Changkyun was still rolling into you, not as hard but still sliding in steadily while Wonwoo fondled your clit between his fingers. 

Your body writhed but it wasn’t sure whether to go towards the stimulation or away. When you finally could speak, all you could get out was a tired: “Oh my god.”

“I know, baby, I know.” So condescending that it thrilled you all over again. “But Changkyun-ah’s not done.”

You whimpered, the sensations grating on you now, despite them not being painful. Still, Wonwoo’s fingers were doing wonders to soothe, swirling over your clit just right, until you were melting into the bed.

“Come here,” he said suddenly, helping you to lift your head and turn it to kiss him. It set you alight again; something you would never get tired of, Wonwoo’s soft lips moving over yours so tenderly. 

When you moaned into the kiss at the brush of his tongue, you tightened once again, pulling more sounds from the man behind you. 

“One more. Come for me once more, Y/N-ah, then I’ll come for you.” 

You could hear the strain in his husky voice but he still sounded far too held together for everything that was going on. Apparently, like his best friend, he too had superior self-control. 

While you couldn’t fathom coming again, Wonwoo disagreed, pulling back from the kiss to look into your shiny eyes. “One more, baby. Give him one more for me. You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand. My little whore. I know you can give us one more.”

Your immediate reaction was to pout at his serious face, your head easily falling back to the bed with the jerks of your body. 

But then Changkyun was directing your hips back a bit more, lowering them slightly so he could hit a different angle, a somehow better angle, once that made him feel bigger inside of you. “Here, like this. Fuck – does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding eagerly as the feeling overtook you, making you see stars. Then you were gasping again as he hit into that spot harder: “Oh fuck!”

Wonwoo’s lips found your neck, sucking harshly at the skin, making up for how unblemished it had been recently. Doubling down, he used his free hand to pinch your nipple, trying to send you into sensory overload and succeeding.

More moans; this time from both of you as Changkyun got close as well. But you couldn’t worry about him because suddenly you were coming again, the wave hitting you so hard and fast that not a single one of you seemed to expect it. 

“Ahh, fuuuuck, god–” Body tingling, you shook in place, your legs about to give out, hip flexors on fire from the effort to keep yourself up. But it was so good that it was somehow worth it, all the dopamine coursing through your veins making you feel like you were floating. 

As you tensed, riding out the feeling, his thrusts faltered, the start of his release meeting the end of yours with the way he pushed deep and held himself there. 

With a few throaty curses, he spilled into the condom, staying enveloped in your tight grip for an extra minute as the both of you tried to catch your breath. 

“Good job, baby,” Wonwoo praised softly. “Such a good girl.”

You were sticky; you were sore – but none of that compared to the buzz still flowing through you. Not just from the orgasm but from the whole thing. You were so tired, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you were dreaming, about to wake up in a groggy state next to the two drunk friends you were supposed to have shared this bed with. 

Wonwoo was watching you, thumb brushing over the mark he’d left on your neck before moving to push back the strands of hair that were slipping into your face. “You good, love?” he asked softly, careful eyes watching you as you took in a deep breath, not fully there yet. 

When Changkyun pulled out of you gently, your body slipped down until it was flat on the mattress, the soreness in your hips aching for a moment at the release of tension before it started to subside. 

It wasn’t surprising when he didn’t say anything else, disappearing to chuck the condom before coming back onto the bed with his boxers replaced. He sat on the other side of you, watching as Wonwoo embraced you, kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose. 

“I’m good.” You smiled warmly at his affections, sleepy eyes taking slow blinks before you were able to focus them on him. “So, so good.”

He seemed to like that, his face softening at the words and the way you were looking at him. “Mm, I fucking love you,” he said, all cutely aggressive before he was pressing another kiss to your lips. Satisfied, he rolled onto his back, one hand coming up to run through his hair while the other lingered on you. 

Feeling the need to move your shaky body, and wanting to be able to see Changkyun again in the process, you flipped over as well. When you looked at him, laying a hand on his bare knee and giving it a tiny squeeze, he looked at you a little surprised. 

“Hey,” you breathed, not really sure what to say but wanting to say something. You’d all been so caught up in the lust and excitement – now all that was left was the actual fallout of every insane decision that had been made in the last hour. 

“Hey,” he said in his awkward way, almost suspiciously, though he didn’t seem nervous at all. His gaze dropped to your hand before meeting your eyes once more. 

You couldn’t help the little breath of laughter that came out. This was all ridiculous. You pulled yourself up, making sure you didn’t feel too dizzy before pushing off the bed onto your feet. Yep, you were definitely going to be sore. 

They both watched you as you tiptoed to find your clothes that had been whipped around, pulling on enough to cover you before you slipped out of the door to go find the bathroom. 

Being alone while you peed, it made it easy to worry about what happened now. But instead of allowing yourself to speculate, you hurried back to the room, walking in and shutting the door swiftly behind you to find the two of them chatting and laughing as they pulled on their own clothes. 

Now, you felt nervous but in a different way. In a butterflies way. 

“Yeah, we'll see,” is the last thing that Wonwoo said before he was looking at you expectantly, switching his attention. 

You walked right to him, clinging to his side as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Hi baby,” he greeted, thumb rubbing over your shoulder where he held you. “Go on,” he whispered, loosening his grip for you to climb on the bed, knowing he’d follow, knowing he cared to be extra attentive after something like that. “How do you feel?” he asked, settling against the headboard as you curled up on him, his arms circling your waist. 

“All good,” you assured, enjoying the warmth around you as your eyes settled on Changkyun.

He was standing at the corner of the bed, hands finding his pockets once more, looking at the two of you. 

“You can come here, you know,” you said after a moment, feeling like something would be unresolved inside of you until you felt him on you too. 

It felt far too weird to just go back to giving each other looks after that. The remnants of your last orgasm hadn’t even fully settled inside of you and he was standing six feet away like he hadn’t just been responsible for every single one of them. 

He shot you a look, brow quirking up, looking so handsome all of a sudden. “Where the fuck do you want me to go?”

“Right here,” you offered casually, opening your arms to him. “We’re all entitled to a bit of aftercare, I would think.”

His lip twitched, his gaze darting to Wonwoo.

“As long as that’s ok with you,” you added over your shoulder upon realizing you were taking a startling amount of liberties in your relationship in one day. 

“It’s not like either of you would listen to me anyway,” he said flatly but he squeezed you a bit tighter. Changkyun’s little smile – like he was suppressing it a bit – confirmed that Wonwoo was just teasing once more. 

When he climbed on and crawled over, now apparently comically unsure how to move around you, you had to actually pull him down on you to get him to settle, letting him rest back against your chest. 

“This is so weird.”

“Shush,” you admonished softly before nuzzling into the embrace on both sides of you, his upper body too broad for you to really wrap around him well. “You wanted to fuck me? This is what comes with it.”

You could feel the little chuckle he let out before he finally let the weight of his head rest back against your sternum. 

“Ok then,” he gave in quietly and you were surprised at the relief you felt. 

Wonwoo kissed your hair before whispering into your ear: “You’re cute.”

It made you giggle. “Obviously, we need to talk about this…”

“Mm,” Wonwoo agreed noncommittally. 

“Mostly, I feel like you need to say something.”

“Mm,” he sounded out again, more like a grumble. This whole situation was a surprise to you but Wonwoo’s lack of desire to talk it to pieces wasn’t. 

“Or don’t,” you added, laughing once more. “Just thought you might… have some thoughts.”

Changkyun just listened, a hand coming to play with your fingers where they laid on his clothed torso. 

“I love you,” Wonwoo said after a moment.

“I love you,” you said through a smile, turning your head slightly to kiss his shoulder. 

“Don’t leave me for Changkyun.”

Another chuckle. “I’m not leaving you for anyone.”

“Then we’re good.”

“See, I told you we’re good,” you said, tapping your hand lightly on Changkyun’s abdomen.

“And I told you he’d forgive you,” he replied right away.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as your arms unconsciously cuddled him closer. Then you felt him grasp your hand in his, still leaving it where it was. 

“So, is this happening again or…?” he asked, voice completely neutral. 

You turned your head once more, a signal to Wonwoo that he was expected to speak. 

“Mm,” he hummed once more, sounding sleepier now as his head came forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “We’ll figure out how it’ll work in the morning.”

“Really?” you asked quietly. 

“Someone needs to take care of you when I’m too busy,” he said simply, like it was terribly obvious. 

Your toes wiggled involuntarily, the embarrassing habit betraying your happiness. It made Wonwoo let out a deep chuckle. 

“Cute,” Changkyun said, twisting his leg to knock against your foot.

With a squeeze of his hand, you shushed him and smiled.

A/N: clearly i really struggle to write just smut. like i just get attached to the characters and want there to be something deeper or give them some kind of happy ending or life after whatever i’m writing. so sorry if the ending stuff feels random. i just felt like i had to have some kind of resolution between the three of them for my own sake! especially after the smut being a bit more intense… so yeah! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did 💕

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