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✶ 🐇 ꩜ Jeon Wonwoo & Lee Jihoon 🏰 .ᐟ 200 shots, bang !
!! MDNI !!
pairing: jeon wonwoo x afab!reader x lee jihoon (main ship jihoon x reader)
summary: when you accidentally whine about not getting a dick with your friends so hard that they make sure you get not one, but two dicks.
wc: 5.1 k (almost 3.5k is just smut)
content warning: smut (~￣³￣)~ ,, threesome ,, one-night stand (probably?),, wonu, uji and reader are bffs ,, cancelled dates ,, hard dom wonu, dom-sub jihoon, sub reader, wonu commands around, that's hot, penetrative sex (only jihoon), unprotected sex, oral sex (reader + wonu rec) , throat fucking + cumming , face sitting , little voyeurism , aftercare , cuddling (w jihoon) , romantic eye contacts, a lot of wet kissing , highkey whipped lee jihoon , reader has hidden feelings for jihoon , jihoon has not so hidden feelings for reader , wonu just there to get laid , wonu lowkey shipping you two tho
a/n: I died three times while writing this but here you go babes :D . May or May not have a part two, you can give suggestions but I might not necessarily follow (jihoon x reader is the end ship tho). Very lowkey inspired by sluttywoozi's "when we breath" (the whole bestfriend threesome concept with one party having feelings). Anyways, here you go horny bitches. (Not proof read completely)
“Sorry! Am i late?" You say hurriedly when you spot your two best friends sitting around the corner table at the small cafe the three of you always came to have lunch at. Both of their heads turn to you in sync.
“Not really,” Wonwoo shakes his head, “Come, sit.”
And you do so. “You ordered?” you ask, looking between them and they nod.
“I ordered for you too, chicken hamburger and strawberry frappe,” Jihoon says, looking up from his phone at you, “that's right, right?”
“M-hm,” you grin cheekily, “perfectly right, thank you Jihoon-ie, i, like, literally love you.” from the corner of your eye, you see wonwoo smirk into a short chuckle.
You were about to ask about it when he spoke first, “so, y/n, how’s your week been?”
“Pretty well actually,” you say leaning back on your chair, “i managed to survive an entire week before breaking down crying! That's new!” Jihoon didn't approve of this kind of humor. Wonwoo thought you were funny enough to make him chuckle. “Aside from that, I also completed my commissions before the due date and my boss is happy about it, so I might get a good appraisal this year,” you turn to Jihoon, “and what about you, Mr the-greatest-music-teacher?”
Jihoon rolled his eyes when you wiggled your eyebrows at him with the nickname, “fine, i guess. I have a student who is preparing for auditioning in one of the big companies, and i think she is doing pretty well. Plus, i have been getting some really good profit off my newly produced songs.”
“Hm, you mean that girl Ji-ah? I always thought she had something in her,” you say, “and you should really do producing for a living, hoon, you’re, like, too good at it for just freelancing about it on the side.”
“Yeah, and then you could pay for all our lunches, like our platonic sugar daddy.” Wonwoo snickers, and Jihoon kicks him under the table.
“Don't even need to ask how your week was. You probably just fucked throughout it.” jihoon scoffs a little.
“About right,” Wonwoo admits smugly. “I got laid 4 times this week, and it's only Friday yet.”
“Manwhore,” you mumble, jokingly.
“I mean it's not my fault that at least someone in our group is getting laid, now is it?” wonwoo says, earning a glare from you and jihoon, “What? y/n is some saint who doesn’t want to fuck outside any relationship and has been single since, like, forever. The last time you got a dick was almost a year ago. And then there is jihoon who won’t take any pussys unless that pussy is yo- OW!!”
Jihoon kicked wonwoo under his table over his shin, “shut the fuck up, dude.”
“Yeah, and besides i am getting a date tonight and potentially some good dick too!” you huff, folding your arms and slumping on the chair. Your food and drinks finally arrive at table.
The three of you continue to eat between some more bickering and laughing and friendly fires. You finish your food at least 30 minutes before you need to leave to be on time for your next meeting, and jihoon’s next music student doesn’t come till at least 3 pm. You don't have to worry about wonwoo since he is a Twitch gaming streamer who has the liberty of working anytime he likes. You were skeptical about his career choice at first but after he got an early grown large fanbase (thanks to his straight-from-kdrama handsome nerdy looks) and had a monthly pay higher than yours, you decided he would be fine on his own.
You end up scrolling your phone in silence. You open Instagram and see you don’t have any new messages, and then through other people’s stories before it gets boring, and then check your mails, and then decide to message the guy you met on a dating app to see if your plan for the night is still great. What wonwoo said was pretty true, you haven’t fucked in a long time, and after your last date got cancelled abruptly last weekend, you really looked forward to getting laid tonight.
You were saved the trouble of your fingers when a notification popped up from the same guy on the dating app and you opened it up.
And … your stomach dropped.
Sorry baby, but i gotta bail on the date gotta take my cat to the vet :(
You hated when this happened, when the guys lied to get out of dates. You distinctly remember him replying in negative when you had casually asked about pets. There was no follow up text about any potential postponing the date either.
You groan loudly, smacking your head flat on the table.
Jihoon and Wonwoo shared a look and Jihoon asked, “what's wrong?”
“my date cancelled on me,” you says, agonised, “I am devasted. I needed dick.”
Wonwoo sighed, “that's what you get for choosing dates online.”
You glared at him, “oh, you don't get to say that, you hook up with people from tinder all the time!”
“Well, that's different, those are just one night stands and hook ups, but you don't want that either, now do you?”
“Ugh,” you groan again, “doesn't solve my problem, still,” you then fall back into your chair, whining, “what's wrong with me, am I not hot enough? Am I not sexy enough? This is like the third date that has gotten cancelled on me this month.”
Neither of them know how to respond to you. They are not made for this kind of girl talk. Calling you sexy and hot would make Wonwoo cringe and Jihoon blush. At least right now.
You sigh after a while, “am I really that unfuckable? Why does nobody wants to fuck me?”
“I do,” jihoon says in a while, making your eyes wide and Wonwoo's eyebrows raised. His ears are noticeably pink.
You freeze at your spot.
“Y-you said what?”
“I would,” jihoon says, then sharing a look with Wonwoo, “we would, fuck you, if you asked. You are not, quoting, unfuckable.”
“I suppose we would,” Wonwoo adds, “if you wanted.” You stare between the two of them. The two of your fucking sexy best friends.
Wonwoo was an absolute sex god, all jokes aside. You had heard some of your friends thirst over him and have even begged you to get them a chance with him. Even though he has not had a serious relationship in a long time, he was very actively sexual. You had heard from some of your friends who have fucked him whined over how good he was, but wouldn't fuck the same person again out of relationship. And you'd been lying if you had never dreamed at least once about fucking him.
On the other hand was jihoon, your more known best friend. You thought he was really cute, and still do, but only until you saw him take off his shirt during the time you three went swimming together and had all of his abs on display. If you were a man, you'd have a visible erection right there and then. Thank God you weren't. And you may have had wet dreams about jihoon and masturbated a little about it since then like once or twice (fifty seven time, precisely).
And now those two were telling you that you could sleep with them. That they would sleep with you.
“I- … um-”
“You don't have to,” Jihoon rushes to say, “it's just that- um … you are not un-fuckable, objectively.”
“We would very much help,” Wonwoo added with a smirk, “if you asked, that is.”
And you felt like Wonwoo was teasing you and testing your limits on purpose. It felt like a trap. You couldn't care too much about it, that's how horny you had been recently, “maybe I am asking,” you say softly.
“Who?” Jihoon rushes, maybe a bit too quickly.
“Hm?”
“Who, are you asking,” Jihoon completes, “between the two of us.”
“Oh,” you didn't really think you had to choose between them, “well, um..?”
“How about both of us?” Wonwoo suggests, “you wouldn't have to choose, and i have been meaning to try threesome for a while.”
You look over to Jihoon, who has a stoic expression, but pink cheeks and pink ears. You wonder how you ended up between these two seemingly very similar but actually very very different best friends. You nod briefly, before the panic ensues a little, “I'll, um, leave now, I'll get late. Wonwoo, you, uh, message on the group chat about, uhm, I don't know, this.”
Wonwoo smirks, clearly the most amused between you three, “of course.”
Wonwoo does text you, late in afternoon, invites you to his place the very evening for dinner, and, well, what you wanted. Jihoon replied with a simple ok, and so do you.
You stress after reaching home from work, rushing to take a shower. You use your favourite rose-scented soap and thoroughly shampoo your hair. You dried your hair and bathed in perfume and got out to wear clothes.
Clothes.
Suddenly you had no clothes.
You didn't even know what kind of lingerie would be the best to wear. Lace? Satin? Cotton? No way cotton, this wasn't a fucking pajama party. This was way more serious than that. But satin screams out post-date night sex, something to wear with your rich boyfriend. This was not a date. And definitely nothing about your boyfriends. So you settle on lace. Some sober but beautiful lace.
You pull up a tshirt on top and some jeans. You didn't want to look too desperate by wearing something like a dress. Even though the whole reason this was happening was because you were desperate.
Oh god.
Oh god.
Did you just whine so much that your best friends felt compelled to offer themselves to shut you up?
Nope, bad thought.
Wonwoo might do something like that, but not Jihoon, he is genuine. And it was Jihoon who made the first remark.
But then what does that mean?
You shake your head. You won't let overthinking ruin your night.
You put on some light pink lip gloss and take the bus to Wonwoo's house.
To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were very very nervous. Almost as nervous as you were while losing your virginity. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you open it to see it's Wonwoo on the group chat again.
wonu :
We assumed you haven't eaten
jihoon ordered chinese
You sighed. You did very much forget that dinner is a necessity in your train of thoughts of getting fucked.
you :
thanks :D
you watch as Wonwoo's text bubble appear and the disappear, and then appear again.
wonwoo :
come quick
can't wait ;)
You feel heat creep up your neck. When you reach Wonwoo's house, and ring the bell, you feel some nervousness sweep away. He opens the door with his nerdy glasses and nerdy smile and calls you in. You tell yourself to not be nervous at all because you are pretty and hot and fuckable and two (2!) of the best guys in your life just offered to fuck you.
There is comfort when you eat, indulging in stray talks about here and there. You down the food with some wine, making sure to swirl it around your mouth a few times before gulping (having Sichuan chilli lingering on your tongue while you take someone's dick in your mouth is an embarrassing way of shutting someone out of your life by burning their dick)
When your glass is finally over and Jihoon and wonwoo takes the all the plates and glasses to the kitchen sink, the realisation and panic of getting fucked by two of your best friends hits you again. You squirm a little on the sofa when they each sit on either side of you on the sofa, both facing you.
“Y/n?” Jihoon calls out first, touching his finger over the back of your hand, “you really wanna do this, right? There is no obligation if you don't.”
Jihoon's words are more comforting. You give him a smile, “yup, totally wanna do this.”
Wonwoo slides a finger across your jaw, making you turn your face to him, “can I kiss you then?”
You don't respond, just lean in when Wonwoo does. He placed one brief, testing kiss on your lips, and then pull away to see your face. He smiles, not as friendly as jihoon's, and then pulls you by your waist, and kisses you again, deeper this time. You whine a little into his mouth before kissing him back.
You pull away a little, taking off his glasses that nudged over your nose, before diving back into the kiss. Wonwoo was a very open-mouthed kisser. Not that you minded, it was hot. He had one on your shoulder, warm and firm, and the other one sliding down your hips and grope your ass, pulling you close almost on his lap. His lips were so incredibly soft, perfectly kissable. No wonder Wonwoo got so many bitches.
Wonwoo opened his eyes and looked over your shoulder and you felt him smile into your mouth. “Jihoonie, why don't you hold her from the back,” he suggested teasingly.
You hear jihoon scoff behind you before doing as he was told. He scooted over to you, and lifted your hips, getting under your thighs so you were sitting on his lap, his arms circling your waist. You thought of breaking kiss with Wonwoo to share one with jihoon, but Wonwoo wouldn't let go of you.
Instead, jihoon pushed your hair over your shoulder, starting to kiss over your neck. You felt goosebumps rising over your skin as he placed butterfly kisses all over your neck and nape and shoulder, pushing the sleeves of your t-shirt. He whispered slowly in your ears, “baby, can I take this off?”
You nod meagerly, something in your chest spinning after hearing jihoon call you baby. You break away from Wonwoo's mouth momentarily and raise your hands as the two of them pulled your t-shirt off you. You felt jihoon staring at your lacy wine red bra, and you felt shy under his gaze, looking back at him
He raised his eyes to meet yours, heavy with desire. He pulled you into a kiss, a hand over your neck and another over your stomach, pulling you close. His mouth was warmer than Wonwoo's, softer, hotter. The taste of the wine still lingered in his mouth, making you feel drunk in the kiss. You moaned softly. He breaks away momentarily, causing you to open your eyes and stare deep into his. You loved jihoon's beautiful eyes, the way they spoke to you wordlessly, made you feel something in your belly.
“Does he taste good,” Wonwoo cooed, reaching to undo the clasps of your bra.He had taken the chance to kiss and bite and lick over your neck and collarbones. You gasp a little, looking over to him as your bra falls down somewhere you don't bother to see, your boobs exposed between the two.
You hear jihoon mutter a fuck in your ears he looked down at your breasts over your shoulders. His hand snakes up to hold one boob as Wonwoo got his mouth over the other. Your breath staggers from the stimulation. Jihoon pulls your face back, drawing you into another kiss.
He keeps palming your right boob, rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. You moan thoroughly into his mouth. Wonwoo on the other hand doesn't waste much time over your breast, moving his mouth lower, over your stomach, biting and marking his presence throughout the trail. You always knew Wonwoo was more of an ass man.
Jihoon takes the chance to take hold of both your breasts, holding and kneading them with both of his hands. You feel yourself weaken under their four hands touching all over the expanse of your skin. You felt dizzy. You didn't even register when Wonwoo asked you, “baby I am gonna take your pants off,” until you felt him unbuttoning and tugging your jeans off.
You felt being kissed dumb. You broke your kiss from jihoon and looked over to Wonwoo who laughed at your state, and raised your hips to let him pull your jeans and panties together. He was lying down with his face in front of your bare crotch. You felt heat rise up your face as he spread your legs apart, kissing down your thighs.
“Baby, you're so fucking beautiful,” you heard Jihoon whisper in your ear, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your neck. You could feel his hardness pushing against your ass through his pants. You moaned when he bit over your sweet spot over the crook of your neck, sucking over the spot till it turned red.
“And fucking nasty too,” Wonwoo added, gliding a finger over your wet cunt, his finger just dipping in from how slick you were, “look at her getting so wet for two men at the same time. Her pussy is just begging for some dick.”
The way Wonwoo talked down to you made your clit throb. He held your legs further apart, “jihoon, hold her legs spread wide for me, would you?”
You knew Jihoon didn't like being commanded around. Which is what made it even hotter when he obliged Wonwoo, his glare peaking through your shoulder. You felt so exposed like this, completely naked between your friends, the cold air hitting your cunt the way jihoon held you, your knees hooked over either of his thighs, his big hands holding them in place.
You looked down at Wonwoo when he dove his tongue in your cunt, no warning, no preparing. You shrieked a little of the surprise, feeling his tongue deep into your pussy. His tongue conscientiously explored your insides, earning a loud moan from you every time he hit a sensitive spot with precision.
You felt jihoon's hands reaching down your thighs, over your cunt, and finding your clitoris with his middle finger. You whimpered close to his ear when he successfully found the bundle of nerves that pleasured you, rubbing in slow and soft circles.
He increased his speed gradually, and combined with Wonwoo's tongue abusing your insides, you were close to orgasm within seconds. “I-i’m close,” you warn, but it only makes them go faster, jihoon adding pressure to your clitoris and Wonwoo added his finger in your heat, stretching it up.
You came in no time, whimpering and whining, your hips jerking up. Wonwoo licked up your fluids, and dipped his fingers in some of it, “jihoon, she tasted fucking good, wanna have a taste?” he teased, bringing his slick coated fingers to jihoon's mouth, which jihoon slapped away, mildly annoyed, mildly embarrassed.
You slouched against Jihoon's chest, overcoming your first orgasm in a long time. “It's unfair, I'm completely naked, and you two haven't taken off any of your clothes,” you whined, your legs closing after Wonwoo crawled out.
Jihoon is the first one to get his shirt off, making you look back and gawk at his toned abdomen. His breath altered when you touched down his pecs and his abs, pulling you into another messy short kiss. Wonwoo took off his clothes next, first his shirt and then his sweats, his black boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide his large erection.
Your mouth watered at the sight as you reached to touch him over his underwear, but he held your wrist, “let's get to the bedroom first, shall we?” He leaned down, picking you up from jihoon's lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist, and he nodded his head towards his bedroom, making jihoon follow close behind, his own pants discarded on the way.
Wonwoo instructs everyone's positions ─ jihoon lays down flat on the bed, you climb up and sit on his face, and Wonwoo stands in front of you, his erection in front of your mouth. You look down at jihoon first, to make sure he is comfortable and not suffocating under you, to which he replies, “baby, sit on my face. I don't mind suffocating if it's you.”
You blush, but trust him. His tongue is already over your clitoris as soon as you sit gently on his face, a moan escaping your lips. Wonwoo turns your head towards him, and you obediently pull down the band of his boxers to come face-to-face with his big angry red cock. You mutter a fuck under your breath as you start licking his length, preparing him, preparing yourself.
You take in his head first, giving it a small suck. He takes a hold of your hair, pulling you forward. You slowly take in half of his cock in your mouth, your gag reflex stopping him from going further. You suck in a breath as he gives a few words of encouragement, and fight your gag reflex till you have taken most of him, your nose touching his skin and his cock the back of your throat.
At the same time, jihoon adds a digit in your cunt, his tongue never stopping at your clit. You moaned, the vibration sending chills through Wonwoo. You keep sucking Wonwoo's dick, occasionally taking it out of your mouth to grab your breath, before taking in again. Wonwoo kept saying filthy words to you, but you felt deaf of how full you were. Jihoon began sucking on your clit as he added another finger in you.
You came the second time, all over jihoon's face, eyes teary and whimpering around Wonwoo. Wonwoo cupped your cheek, “fuck, I am close too,” he said, “can you swallow?”
You nodded, looking up at him with your wet eyes, sucking on him harder to bring him closer to his high, until he was cumming down your throat, warm and salty. You choked on a bit of it, coughing as Wonwoo took out his dick, satisfied. You fall down beside jihoon, catching your breath.
Wonwoo took a seat on the chair opposite to the bed, legs spread as he instructed next, “jihoon, you'll fuck her now.”
Jihoon looked at him, and then at you. You nodded briefly at him and he climbed on top of you, kissing down your jaw, “baby, are you good? Sensitive still?”
You sigh, getting your arms around jihoon, your fingers combing through his hair, “I'm fine,” you say, pulling him into a kiss.
He gasps in the kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips. You kiss for a while, slow and deep and wet, but you can hear Wonwoo tapping his feet on the floor, growing impatient. You pull apart from the kiss, reaching your hands to pull off his briefs. You look at his dick, erect and ready. He isn't as big as Wonwoo, but he is girthy enough to stretch you. You touch his dick, earning a moan from him against your collarbone.
Jihoon picked himself off you momentarily, and looked back at Wonwoo, red in the face, “where do you keep condoms?”
Wonwoo smirked a little, stroking his own cock slowly, and then looked at you, “y/n, can you take him raw? I think you would love to take him raw.”
Your face heated more than it already was, and you nodded slowly. “Are you … just gonna sit there?”
“Mhm,” Wonwoo said, “I am satisfied with my share. I wanna watch jihoon fuck you dumb now.”
You and Jihoon exchanged glances, both blushing like teenagers caught making out at the back of the locker rooms. Jihoon experimentally entered one finger in you, finding the passage slick and open for him, and then another, scissoring you a bit to prepare you for him.
You lied your head flat on the pillow, your drool dropping on the side. Jihoon lined his cock against your cunt, “can i-i go in?”
“Go in.” Wonwoo replied for you, and you nodded shyly. Jihoon entered you slowly, his girth stretching you the way you imagined, even after being prepped. You whimpered in pleasure, tears pooling in your eyes. Jihoon muttered a fuck as he slowly pulled away and slammed back in, a loud ahh leaving your mouth.
You reflexively clenched around him as he gradually sped up, lifting your thighs by his hips.
“Raise her legs higher, hook one of her knee over your shoulder and other by your waist,” Wonwoo instructed. You were both surprised and turned on when jihoon obeyed wordlessly; jihoon isn't the one who likes taking orders. “Use the diagonal angle and find her g-spot.”
Jihoon did as he was told, the new angle hitting you close to your sweet spot. You moaned when he hit right at your spot, throwing your head back. Jihoon, understanding he found it, kept aiming the same spot over and over, moaning over the way your vagina responded, spasming around him.
“Increase speed.”
You could see stars under your shut eyes, feeling jihoon's cock in your throat when he increased speed. You clutched on to the sheets, holding on them for your dear life, feeling yourself getting close for the third time that night.
“She is making that slutty face again,” Wonwoo remarks, “she's close, jihoon. Touch her clit.”
Jihoon does, one hand reaching to touch your sensitive area, rubbing it up and down. His other hand making its way to hold yours on the side of the bed. He leaned forward, his body on top of yours, as he began placing wet kisses over the flesh of your boobs. You cried, the cock weighing deep in your cunt.
“Wonwoo, I-i'm close too,” jihoon spoke for the first time to the other man in your activities, waiting for his next command.
Wonwoo waited till you had hit your orgasm, crying and coming all over jihoon, “take out your cock. Jerk over her tits.”
Jihoon followed, taking out his cock and scooting over your chest.
“Y/n, help him, give him a boob-job,” Wonwoo said again. You could feel the strain in his voice, he was close from masterbation too. You knew Wonwoo was bold in bed, but you never thought he was this dominating. You weren't complaining, this was incredibly hot.
You placed jihoon's cock in the cleavage of your breasts, holding them together, to engulf him. Jihoon placed his hand on top of yours, fucking himself against you boobs, the precum and your slick coating his dick helping to reduce friction.
You heard him mutter fuck before he came all over your chest. Wonwoo hovered the two of you, aiming his cock at your tits and jerking it, coming all over you too, the white ropes of semen coating your chest as you panted out of breath.
You closed your eyes, catching your breath. Jihoon got off you and you faintly heard the padding of his and Wonwoo's footsteps. For a brief second, you felt like they'd left you there, leaving you alone to manage yourself. This was, after all, just a one night stand. And you have had enough of your fun. It's not like they are your boyfriends or something, obliged to clean you up and cuddle you after sex. You have asked enough for a night anyways.
You were about to get up, letting yourself listen to your overthinking again, when two pair of gentle hands lay you back down. You open your eyes, and Jihoon and Wonwoo were here again, of course. They were dressed in assumingly Wonwoo's pajama pants. Wonwoo was between your legs, cleaning you there with a warm wet towel, while jihoon did the same to your chest.
You sighed softly, contented. Your eyes lock with jihoon's, and there was something so soft in them. You couldn't make out his expression, or what he must be thinking but you feel his eyes communicating something with you, making your heart race a little. Your hand moves before you think about it, and you cup jihoon's jaw, stroking your thumb against his cheek gently.
He leans forward, and you think he would kiss your lips again, but he kisses you on your forehead instead. He looks at you for a second again, before passing you a pair of tshirt and shorts, helping you out them on.
Wonwoo and Jihoon murmur something amongst themselves which you couldn't quite hear, sleep induced. The next thing you know, you were picked up by jihoon, bridal style. You gasp of surprise as he takes you to the guest room. He gently placed you on the bed, and tucked you in blankets, whispering a small good night against your hair as he leaned down to kiss you over your temples one last time.
He was about to leave room, surprised when he was stopped by your hand on his wrist, “would you stay?”
He blinked, a little flushed pink in the fim lights, before smiling, “sure.” He crawls into the blankets, spooning you from the back. You turn to rest your head against his bare chest instead, wrapping an arm around his waist. In all of the years of your friendship and all of the sleepovers you have had with him and Wonwoo, this is the first time you have actually cuddled with jihoon. Something about this is more satisfying and intimate than sex itself.
You take a deep breath, smelling his natural dusky scent, and fall into deep sleep while listening to his heartbeat.
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