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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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Part of the Year of the Villain collab

Genre: Smut, a bit of angst and fluff

Pairing: Evil Prince!Wooyoung x Good Prince!Yeosang (ATEEZ)

Synopsis: Throughout history, there have been countless stories of battles between good and evil. Heroes and villains knowing fame in equal parts due to their involvement in these battles. But before reaching these points, whether famous or infamous, how do these stories develop? And what happens when the heroes and villains would rather cast aside their roles? What happens when Yeosang, the only son of the most powerful and famous good royal family, falls for Wooyoung, his assigned villain?

Chapters: 1/??? There will be some prequels coming up

Word count: 7.2k

Warnings: Yeosang’s parents are mentioned to be a little bit Homophobic (never outright discuss lgbtq stuff but it’s implied), kidnapping (more like forced teleportation though), Yeosang is In Denial about being gay for a little bit, oral (m receiving), anal (again, m receiving), mentions of poison and torture but it never actually happens, mentions of alcohol

A/N: I thought about making this all medieval-y but I wanted to have a soft aftercare scene and what I had in mind did not align with the whole lack of indoor plumbing thing from medieval times so. Fantasy world with tiled bathrooms. Anyways, I’m going to make this a whole series outside of the collab, so watch out for it! Thank you to everyone who worked on the collab, this was an awesome project and I’m glad to have met yall :D 

Taglist: @sanjoongie @bobateastay @toikiii @ani-untitled​ @defwoodz​ @flurrys-creativity​

Wooyoung

The first thing Wooyoung did after graduation was throw a party. The second thing was announce to everyone attending that he was going to kidnap Kang Yeosang, Crown Prince of Aurora, the only son of the Kang family, the Good to his Evil.

Neither of those choices proved to be very great ones, but Wooyoung was more of an “act first, think later” kind of guy.

“How exactly are you going to kidnap him?” asked Wooyoung’s friend Seonghwa, taking a sip from his cup. “And what do you plan to do after you have him?”

“Not sure yet. Torture, maybe?” Wooyoung replied. Truth be told, the only thing he really wanted to do was shirk his responsibilities as the only son of the most powerful Evil family in existence, but that was a lot easier said than done. He really needed to start thinking before he acted. 

“Okay… well, let us know if you need anything, alright?” Seonghwa said before depositing his empty solo cup in the trash can and going to find his girlfriend, Yeeun. Wooyoung nodded, saluting playfully as the older man left, before sitting down and sighing. He knew Seonghwa wouldn’t be spreading the word about his plans, but he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. He was locked in, and it terrified him. After all, he had no plan, and it can be very difficult emotionally to kidnap the one person you’re in love with. Especially when you’re not supposed to fall in love with them.

Yeosang 

The great thing about having powerful royal parents is that they can spy on whoever they want. So, Yeosang learned very quickly that he was to be kidnapped. No other details, just a quick “Wooyoung’s going to kidnap you” when his mother’s lady-in-waiting, Wheein, returned from the party. 

Thanks a lot, he thought, panic beginning to set in. He had just returned home from graduation, and already Wooyoung was scheming. Weren’t they supposed to wait a bit before starting their story? The Writers hadn’t even told them any details yet. Yeosang needed more time to prepare.

But this was reality, he guessed. Evil waits for no one, his professors had drilled that into his brain, so he needed to get a move on with protecting himself. After all: Wooyoung was a villain. He wasn’t supposed to be considerate of Yeosang’s mental preparedness. 

Yeosang decided to spend the next few days fortifying the palace to the best of his ability. He may only be Crown Prince right now, but his story would begin soon. He needed to get a move on. 

Wooyoung

After the party, when everyone was flopped on the floor and drunk out of their minds, Wooyoung stared up at the ceiling. Seonghwa’s words echoed in his mind. Let us know if you need anything, alright? That was what Good people said to each other. Evil people just did things, thought about the consequences later, just like Wooyoung. They certainly didn’t talk about their secret feelings for their assigned heroes, like Seonghwa was unknowingly suggesting Wooyoung do. The red-haired man couldn’t even anticipate how his friends would react if he told them. 

So he figured he’d push it out of his mind. He wouldn’t tell them. He’d go through with the kidnapping, then figure out what to do after that. The only problem, he didn’t know how to get Yeosang. 

Wooyoung sat up. There was one way. An hourglass that Yeosang had given to them their freshman year at Gunhyeong Academy, where all major Good and Evil people went to prepare. The purpose of the hourglass was to summon one another on campus if someone got lost; they’d been roommates that first year. But Wooyoung had never used it before. It would be risky… really risky. He didn’t even know how the hourglass was supposed to work. Yeosang hadn’t thought to tell him what would happen when it was turned. But he could try it. 

He shivered—from the cold or his sudden nerves, he couldn’t tell. He stood up and crept to the stairs, picking his way around his friends and trying not to curse when Taehyun rolled over onto his foot. 

Somehow, he made it to the stairs and went up to his room. He picked up the hourglass from where he’d hidden it behind his books, about to turn it, and then realized: he had no plan. What would he do once Yeosang arrived? He’d have to wait a few days before turning it, would have to actually think before acting. 

But he had the beginning of a plan. And that’s what mattered. 

Yeosang

Something had shifted the night he found out he was to be kidnapped. It seemed that everyone else in the palace already knew of the news before he’d even woken up. 

“Yeo-yeo, dear. Can we talk to you for a minute?” his mother had asked before striding into the Great Hall and expecting him to follow. What ensued was an hour-long lecture about being calm in the face of a threat, and that Wooyoung wasn’t anything to be afraid of. But it didn’t really help. Yeosang knew Wooyoung better than they did, though admittedly not that well, but he knew that one should never underestimate him. 

He calculates every move, he thought as his father scoffed about how Evil is chaotic and unplanned. Wooyoung has plans for everything. I need to be prepared for anything, he thought. 

Wheein insisted that he wear his hourglass on a chain attached to his belt. She had a matching one and would know if he disappeared, so she insisted that he wear his. While she wouldn’t be able to bring him back herself, she could alert his parents, or anyone else, and send out a rescue party. The thought both comforted and worried Yeosang. Alarm bells were beginning to go off in his head at every little thing. This must be what it’s like to live in a story, he thought, instructing the guards by his room to fortify the windows. 

A few days passed with no signs of action from Wooyoung. But Yeosang was beginning to feel prepared. The palace was at maximum defense, and he had several plans of escape depending on the method that Wooyoung used to kidnap him.

The only problem was that the one method he didn’t anticipate was the one Wooyoung used.

Wooyoung

“Everything’s set up,” said Beomgyu, waving an arm at the room Wooyoung had said to prepare. It looked nice. Too nice to be a prison cell. But Wooyoung didn’t want to make Yeosang uncomfortable. 

“Thanks, Beomgyu. I’d like extra men on this floor to make sure Yeosang doesn’t leave until I’m through with him, but they can stay at the ends of the hall while I’m in the room with him. Your help has been appreciated,” Wooyoung said. Beomgyu nodded, then left the room, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts.

I wonder if he’d let me tie him to the bed, Wooyoung thought. He’d look so good like that…

He tried to push the idea out of his mind, but it was too irresistible. Part of his plan was to confess to Yeosang and see what came of that. Wooyoung wasn’t planning to torture him or anything, just keep him in this room. Their story hadn’t started yet; he couldn’t go too far. 

That night, Wooyoung picked up the hourglass and walked into the Yeosang Room, as Seonghwa had been calling it. It was right next to his bedroom, so it wasn’t a long walk, but every step felt agonizingly slow. He was nervous. Excited, so excited, but nervous.

When he entered the room, he took a breath and then locked the door. Looking at the hourglass, he turned the two containers of sand over, and the sand began to fall. But nothing else happened. 

As he was about to exit the room, defeated and thinking it hadn’t worked, something crashed onto the bed. Wooyoung turned around and saw a very flustered, terrified man on the bed, staring up at him. He smirked.

“Welcome, Yeosang.” 

Yeosang

The last thing he expected the hourglasses to do was just teleport him to Wooyoung’s location. One second he was pacing his room, wondering how he would be kidnapped, next he was falling onto a surprisingly soft surface and staring at his enemy. 

When Wooyoung left the room, it took a while for Yeosang to look around and gain his bearings. The room was surprisingly lavish, nothing like he’d expected. The bed was large and soft, with extra pillows. There were bookshelves, a dresser that seemed full, and a desk that doubled as a vanity. All of the furniture was painted black, but the walls were a deep red. A plate of cookies was on the desk, with a note saying, “Take as many as you want. You’ll be here a while. Breakfast will arrive at 9 AM.” 

Ignoring his better instincts, Yeosang took a cookie. It tasted amazing, nearly as good as Wheein’s baking. So he took a few more.

It didn’t take long for him to realize how much of a mistake that was. He began to feel drowsy, an odd feeling for 7 PM at night, and looked inside one of the cookies. It was blue. The color of a sleeping potion.

I should’ve known, he thought as he collapsed onto the bed. Sleep overcame him, and he was out in seconds. 

When Yeosang awoke, he was still in the same position as when he’d collapsed. He stared up at the black canopy over the bed and sighed. It really had happened.

Was this how his story was supposed to begin?

Wooyoung

Evidently, he'd have to do something with Yeosang. Otherwise, what was the point of kidnapping him?

Wooyoung walked to Yeosang's room with a tray of blueberry muffins. He could not remember for the life of him what Yeosang liked for breakfast, so he just picked up the most generic thing in the kitchen and hoped for the best. 

"Knock knock," he said, knocking softly at the door. He opened it, walked in, and set down the muffins on the desk. Yeosang didn't move from where he was on the bed, still staring at the ceiling.

"Hi," said Wooyoung. He was starting to feel awkward.

"Hello."

"I brought you some muffins."

"...Oh. Thanks."

"Yep…"

"Wooyoung. Why am I here?" Yeosang asked, sitting up. Wooyoung shrugged.

"Dunno. We'll see. I plan to keep you here for a few days yet, though," he said, picking up a muffin. He turned and left the room, leaving Yeosang sitting on the bed.

He didn't even try to escape, Wooyoung thought. The door was literally wide open. What is he doing?

He didn't dwell on that much longer, afraid he'd give himself false hope. He'd send Dami to bring food up next time. Maybe it would be less awkward then, at least for Yeosang. Wooyoung still wasn't really sure of what he was doing, and the butterflies that appeared whenever he saw Yeosang weren't helping. He needed to concentrate. 

Over the next few days, the routine was the same. Wooyoung delivered breakfast, exchanged greetings with Yeosang, and schemed for the rest of the day while instructing his friends to feel the older man. By the third day, he was still stumped. So, he decided to visit Yeosang once again… and maybe offer him something new. 

Yeosang

Turns out, staying in the same room for days on end will anger you considerably. Not only that, it was boring. There wasn't really anything here for Yeosang to do except think, and he didn't want to do that. Because his thoughts were… concerning to him.

See, Yeosang had been hiding something ever since he began attending Gunhyeong. Ever since the moment he met Wooyoung. He had been attracted to the villain from the very start, but refused to accept or even acknowledge it for years. He never told anyone, fearing what others (especially his parents) would think. He’d grown up listening to his parents repeat that the only union valid in Good’s eyes was one between a man and a woman, so he’d automatically rejected any romantic (and especially sexual) thoughts of Wooyoung for a long while.

But now that he was in the Jung palace, now that he was locked in a room next to Wooyoung's… now, all he could think about was that attraction. And that was terrifying. 

Yeosang looked up from the book he was reading, setting it down next to his place on the bed when Wooyoung entered again. He looks so smug. What does he have planned today…? Yeosang thought. 

Most of what Wooyoung did was just send him meals, ask how he slept, and maybe bring in a book or two if Yeosang wasn't satisfied with the existing selection. It was confusing. 

"You might be wondering why I have you here," Wooyoung said, sitting at the desk chair. Yeosang didn't reply.

"Quiet today, are we?"

"I don't have anything to say to you," Yeosang replied, staring at Wooyoung. The younger grinned. 

"Sure. Well, I feel like telling you why you're here anyways. Do you want to know?"

"Are you just going to tell me anyways?"

"Yeah," Wooyoung said. "I brought you here because I wanted to get to know you. And because I wanted to see if that hourglass actually worked."

"Seriously???" Yeosang asked, incredulous. Of all the theories he'd come up with, the visions he'd had of Wooyoung poisoning his food or stabbing him in his sleep, everything, he'd never imagined that this would be the reason. 

"Yep! So, what do you think?"

What did he think? He didn't have many thoughts. Just one.

“I… I think that I hate this. Yeah. I hate this. I hate you. Fuck you, Wooyoung,” Yeosang said, venom entering his voice. Wooyoung smirked. 

“Oh you hate me sooo much, don’t you. And look at you, you're swearing now! Am I that much of a bad influence? Damn. So, you hate me so much that you want to fuck me?”

“I don’t want to fuck y-”

“Ah ah ah, but you just said it! ‘Fuck you, Wooyoung,’ if I recall correctly?” Wooyoung said, getting up and walking over to Yeosang. Yeosang backed against the wall, gripping one of the sheets. 

“That’s just an expression, it doesn’t mean I actually want to fuck you. Why would I want to fuck someone who kidnapped me? And just to get to know me, too. Couldn't you have sent me a letter like a normal person? Why do you do things like this?" Yeosang asked as Wooyoung leaned over him. 

“Uh, because I’m sexy? It’s okay, Yeosang, you can admit you think I’m hot," Wooyoung said, standing up straight again and blowing a kiss at Yeosang. 

“I’m never going to admit that you’re-”

“I’ll let you out if you do.”

Yeosang paused, then tentatively asked, “You’ll let me out?”

“Sure. That’s what you want, right? Unless, of course, you want to stay," Wooyoung said, now looking at his polished black nails. He flicked an invisible speck of dust from them, then looked back up at Yeosang. 

Yeosang eyed Wooyoung suspiciously, unsure of whether or not to believe him. Still tentatively, he asked, “And if I don’t say it, you won’t let me out?”

“Nope! Plus, since my room’s right next door and the walls are thin, tonight you’ll get to listen to me jerk o-”

“OKAY, OKAY, I’LL SAY IT," Yeosang said, eyes wide. The second night he'd spent in the room, he'd been forced to listen to Wooyoung's moans through the wall and then pretend everything was normal the next day when breakfast was brought over. The experience was too awkward for Yeosang to want to relive. Although he didn't want to think about it, he would much rather have been the one making Wooyoung moan like that. 

Wooyoung laughed, head falling back. “Damn, so eager. Alright, let’s hear it.”

“I think… I think you’re…” Yeosang stuttered, suddenly flustered. Maybe listening to Wooyoung all night wouldn’t be so bad. That would be way better than having to admit-

“You think I’m…?” Wooyoung trailed off, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Fuck this, Yeosang thought. He knows Wooyoung would just find more ways to be cocky, knowing that Yeosang stayed willingly just to listen to him jerk off. He already can’t stand the eyebrow-raising, four years of it was more than enough. What more would he be expected to endure?

Yeosang sucked in a breath before saying, “Ithinkyou’rehotandtobehonestIwanttofuckyoubutIhateyousoIneverwill. Will you let me out now?”

Wooyoung blinked a few times before laughing again. 

“Dude, I couldn’t even comprehend that. Repeat it for me, please?”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Fine. I think you’re sooooo fucking hot, and I want to fuck you sooooo badly it’s killing me. Happy?”

“Sure. Let me go get the keys to the front door. You know you haven’t been locked in here, right?” Wooyoung asked, laughing when Yeosang’s jaw dropped. I could’ve just left, Yeosang thought. Why was I just staying here, then?

He let out a long sigh when Wooyoung left the room. Even though he meant to sound sarcastic, Yeosang really did mean what he said. He’d always wanted to fuck Wooyoung. It wasn’t his fault that they’d been forced into these lives, ones where they were destined to hate each other. And it sure as hell wasn’t his fault that Wooyoung looked so damn good in those leather pants… 

Wooyoung

So much for getting to know him, he thought, retrieving the keys and walking back to Yeosang’s room. He opened the door again and gasped. It had only been about a minute, but Yeosang was missing. 

“Yeosang?” Wooyoung asked. Nothing. He left the room and paced down the hall, calling out for Yeosang again. Still nothing.

Then, a crash sounded from downstairs. He sprinted down the staircase, sliding into the kitchen, where the crash had come from. He found Yeosang and Beomgyu staring at each other, the Good prince with his hands up like he’d done something wrong. An empty but very broken flower pot lay at Beomgyu’s feet. 

Yeosang turned to Wooyoung, and blurted out, “I swear I didn’t break it!”

“Hate to come to his defense, but he didn’t; I did,” Beomgyu said nonchalantly. 

“I don’t care who broke it. What are you doing in here? I was going to walk you out,” Wooyoung asked. 

“I wasn’t sure you would… I figured I’d escape, but I couldn’t figure out how to get out without raising any alarms. And then I came in here, and he dropped the flower pot,” Yeosang said sheepishly. 

“Well, of course I did. I was surprised. Why is he out?” Beomgyu asked. 

“I’m letting him out.”

“WHAT?” asked Seonghwa as he entered the room. He stared straight at Wooyoung, then over at Yeosang, whose eyes somehow widened even more.

“I’m not repeating myself.”

“Why the hell are you just letting him leave?” Seonghwa asked, incredulous. 

“There’s not much else I can really do right now. Our story hasn’t officially started yet, so I’m just playing around right now. So I’m letting him go home,” Wooyoung said, shrugging. “Plus, I have some blackmail material on him. Might as well let him leave now before I find out more so I don’t have too much of an advantage later.”

Wooyoung took Yeosang’s arm and dragged him out of the room, running back upstairs to escape the other two men. He tugged Yeosang into his room, then slammed the door shut with both hands.

“So. I don’t think Seonghwa will just let us leave. You may have to stay here a few more days,” Wooyoung said, still facing the door. 

Yeosang sighed, then mumbled, “Sure.” 

Wooyoung turned to face him. “While we’re here… why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?”

An outside perspective

The two of them spent the next several hours talking. They mostly talked in circles, never about anything important. Just the shallow bits one tells an unfamiliar classmate—which teachers you liked or disliked, your favorite color, who you spent time with. A lot of the time was filled with awkward silences, where the two men both tried not to think about how attractive the other was, but they had some moments of laughter between. 

Wooyoung called dinner up to them, and they eventually began reading books to each other while eating the chocolate strawberries that came as dessert. Neither of them thought they could leave, since Seonghwa and Beomgyu were still outside and probably guarding the front door, so they figured they’d continue passing the time.

One thing led to another, and they ended up sitting very close to each other on the bed. Close enough that they could feel each other breathe, could almost hear each others’ racing heartbeats. Close enough that they both ended up thinking about the what-ifs. 

Close enough that Yeosang didn’t bother trying to stop him when Wooyoung leaned in and kissed him.

Yeosang, a few minutes later

Yeosang gasped as Wooyoung’s fingertips trailed up his thigh, lips so close to his neck. A whimper rose in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down, not wanting Wooyoung to have the satisfaction of knowing how affected he was. The younger man let out a shaky sigh, leaning in closer before pressing a kiss against Yeosang’s neck. 

“I know I’m not supposed to do this,” Wooyoung mumbled, voice raspy but muffled against the older’s skin. “But God I want you so bad. Always have. Probably always will. And I think this is the last time I’ll ever have a chance to see you like this.”

Yeosang closed his eyes, tipping his head back to allow Wooyoung more room. He hated to admit it, hated to even think about it, but he’d wanted Wooyoung too. Just as long and certainly with the same passion. 

“The best part of being evil is that I don’t have to care about what others think or want. I can take as I please, if I have the means to. I can afford to be selfish all the time. It’s a freedom that you don’t have, right? It’s the one thing I can hold against you. The one thing I can use to win. That’s all we’re supposed to think about, right? How to defeat each other?” Wooyoung continued, pressing another kiss against Yeosang’s neck. Hands settling against the older’s thighs, he nipped at Yeosang’s skin, drawing another gasp. 

“I don’t want to think about winning tonight. If nothing, this would be a loss for me. Having you just this once and then never being able to do it again. Getting a taste of what I’ve been yearning for all this time—” Wooyoung paused, a hitch in his breath before kissing Yeosang’s neck again. “Just finally getting you here, in my bed, in my arms. It’s all I’ve wanted for years. But I’ll only get you this one time. And then that’s it for me. I’ll have won the battle but lost the war, because I won’t be able to take it. Knowing that you’re just out of reach? I’ll lose everything. Because this is the only thing I want. This is the real reason why I brought you here. I wanted to have a chance with you… I didn’t know if it would work. But I wanted to try.”

Yeosang drew his hands up to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair. It was too much, his mind was reeling. The younger had a point: they’d never be able to do this again. They were supposed to hate each other, after all. Destined to battle until one of them won, died, even. That’s how these things worked. That’s what they were trained to do, what was written in the stars before they were even an idea. 

Desire battled with guilt in the pit of Yeosang’s stomach. He knew it was wrong to want Wooyoung like this. Wooyoung was supposed to be his villain. Heroes weren’t supposed to want their villains like this. Even in stories with love potions, those desires were superficial. It was selfish of him to want Wooyoung. It went against everything he was supposed to stand for. And yet, he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to let go. 

“What if we switched roles tonight? I know you want me, too. You’re not fooling me, Yeosang, I know how much I’m affecting you. And I know you’re supposed to be selfless. You can’t have a single want unless it serves someone else, right? But what if tonight, just this once, I’m the selfless one, and you can have your own desires. Maybe it’ll hurt less. You can tell everyone I manipulated you, convince yourself even, and I can try to shake it off and pretend that I let you turn me for a bit. We can pretend to everyone else that neither of us really wanted this. That we just got too far into each other’s minds and convinced ourselves that this was how we could win. Maybe if we pretend that we aren’t truly thinking, then maybe we can go on.”

Wooyoung pulled away at that moment. Yeosang looked at him, nearly sobbing at the sight of the tears pricking at the corners of the villain’s eyes. It hurt him, too, knowing the possibilities of what was happening, and knowing how much it would hurt Wooyoung later. Yeosang could go on. He could convince the Writers to help him find someone else and be happy that way. It was always supposed to work out for good in the end, wasn’t it? Wooyoung wouldn’t get that chance. This would be his one moment of happiness, the peak of his personal story. The one thing he truly wanted outside of what was written. And he was willing to give it up so that Yeosang could go on. Willing to allow it to happen, willing to lose his motivation, just for Yeosang. 

What was it that Yeosang’s professor always said? Villains have no feelings, no empathy toward anyone, no morals. They only want to serve themselves. 

But what if that was wrong? Yes, Wooyoung was still acting selfishly. He’d be serving his desires either way, pretending or not. But he’d be acting selflessly as well. He’d be serving Yeosang’s desires, too. Maybe the world wasn’t as black and white as Gunhyeong had made it out to be. Maybe there were gray areas. Heroes and villains are still human, after all. 

Wooyoung sniffled, then sighed. “We shouldn’t be doing thi-”

Yeosang surprised himself by leaning forward and kissing him. Based on the gasp that left Wooyoung’s still slightly parted lips, it must have surprised him too. But neither of them drew away. No, instead, they just pulled each other closer. 

Wooyoung still tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, the very ones they’d eaten only minutes before this all started. His lips were soft against Yeosang’s, mouth warm as the older’s tongue slipped in. A soft sigh fell from his mouth before his hands reached out, searching for Wooyoung’s, holding them tight as their fingers clasped. He pulled away, looking into Wooyoung’s eyes.

“We can worry about the moral dilemmas later. I just want you right now,” Yeosang rasped, leaning in for another kiss.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Wooyoung whispered right as his mouth met Yeosang’s. 

The two of them let go of each other’s hands in favor of wrapping their arms around each other. Yeosang let himself lean into Wooyoung’s embrace, holding tightly onto his shoulders while the younger’s hands roam across Yeosang’s body. 

If it was too much for him earlier, it was definitely too much for him now. He couldn’t think of anything besides Wooyoung: his hands on Yeosang’s chest, their mouths pressed together, the moans that had begun to tumble from Wooyoung’s mouth. But he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. That he was willing to let himself be selfish this once. 

He clambered into Wooyoung’s lap, seating himself right on top of the red-haired man’s crotch. Wooyoung groaned into Yeosang’s mouth, pulling him closer and pressing his hips up. Yeosang began grinding on him, hands beginning to travel to Wooyoung’s waist to keep himself steady.

They kept going like that for a few minutes until Wooyoung stopped Yeosang to pick him up and lower him onto the bed. They continued kissing, slowly becoming more passionate as Wooyoung started grinding on Yeosang this time. 

Suddenly, Wooyoung pulled back. Yeosang whined, reaching for his arms, but Wooyoung kept them out of reach. 

“Have you ever tried anal before?” Wooyoung asked. Burning a bright red at the former’s boldness, as if they hadn’t been shamelessly grinding all over each other just moments before, he shook his head no. 

“Noted. Have you ever… Shit, I probably should’ve asked before. Are you a virgin?” Wooyoung asked again, pausing his descent back over Yeosang.

“N-no. I… There’s been one person,” Yeosang stuttered. It made sense that Wooyoung didn’t know about JiU, his former girlfriend. They’d never spent a whole lot of time together before she and Yeosang broke up. Still, Yeosang was even redder than before, just remembering what had happened that one time. He probably should’ve figured out that he wasn’t straight that night, but alas, he was still in denial at the time.

“Only one? Goddamn. I bet they were Good, too. Alright, well, time to rescue you from whatever purity-obsessed shit your parents subscribe to, I guess. Do you want me to ride you or do you want to have another first tonight?” Wooyoung asked, reaching out to caress Yeosang’s thigh again. He shivered at the contact, unsure of how to decide. On the one hand, the thought of Wooyoung fucking him into the bed was really tempting. On the other, he wasn’t sure if he was really ready for it. After all, his only sexual experience was that one disaster, and it hadn’t been with a man. Yeosang had never really considered the possibilities that he was currently facing since he’d never had a reason to.

“I’m not sure,” he said, looking away sheepishly.

“Why don’t we go slow then? I can suck you off until you decide if you want,” Wooyoung replied, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of Yeosang’s thigh. This time, the shiver that went through his body was one of happiness. He liked the thought of going slow.

“O-okay. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Ooh, so eager. Mkay. Just lay back—you’re already doing a great job of that—relax, and let me suck the soul out of you,” Wooyoung said with a grin before crawling to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees. Yeosang snorted out a laugh, his nerves calmed for a second, until his heart rate jumped again at the feeling of Wooyoung’s tongue darting out to trace along the length of his shaft.

Yeosang’s head tipped back, a whimper escaping his throat. He tangled a hand in the sheets below him in preparation for what was to come, because that one touch was already the best thing he’d ever felt (besides the outline of Wooyoung’s cock underneath him when they made out earlier). 

Wooyoung looked up at Yeosang, smirking when he saw the older man’s state. He reached up to hold Yeosang’s other hand before closing his other in a fist with the thumb tucked in. 

Yeah, his past lovers may have liked the sound of him gagging, but that didn’t mean Wooyoung had any interest in doing it again. Not that Yeosang had to know that. 

Yeosang, surprised, nearly swatted away Wooyoung’s hand before realizing what he was trying to do. The moment of tenderness was shocking, still. He still was having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that yeah, Wooyoung wasn’t an entirely terrible person. But he was touched (and not just literally). Warmth spread over his face as his fingers entwined with Wooyoung’s, blushing even harder when the younger man winked up at him. 

“You ready?” Wooyoung asked.

“Y-yeah.”

Wooyoung didn’t say a word in response, or in warning, before sinking directly onto Yeosang’s cock. A long, loud moan tore itself from Yeosang’s throat, prompting Wooyoung to try and take him deeper. Yeosang let go of the sheets in order to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair, but gripped Wooyoung’s hand more tightly at the same time. Wooyoung hummed, sending shivers through Yeosang’s spine at the jolt of pleasure that results.

“Fuck, Wooyoung-”

Wooyoung lifted off of Yeosang with a soft pop, then used his free hand to wrap around his cock. He spat directly onto the tip, watching carefully as it dripped down the length of Yeosang’s shaft. Yeosang whimpered at the sight, hips jumping when Wooyoung’s hand began to move up and down. 

“Oh? You like that?” Wooyoung asked, an eyebrow raised. Yeosang nodded frantically, stuttering as he tried to respond.

“Can’t hear you, baby. Speak up for me?”

“F-faster. Please… it feels so g-good,” Yeosang whimpered, hips jumping again when Wooyoung squeezed a little bit. 

“As you wish.”

Wooyoung’s hand sped up as his mouth enveloped Yeosang’s tip again, another moan falling from his mouth. He sucked softly, a little bit harsher when they made eye contact, before lowering his hand towards the base and taking more of Yeosang’s cock into his mouth. He moaned, a bit of drool dripping down Yeosang as he did so, and took him even further in, hollowing his cheeks to coax another groan from Yeosang. 

“Wooyoung, fuck, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good,” Yeosang moaned, trying not to let his hips jump up too much. Another moan released from Wooyoung, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through Yeosang. He let go of the sheets to reach for Wooyoung’s hair, whimpering when the younger man moans again. 

“You going to cum for me?” asked Wooyoung, pulling off of Yeosang with another soft pop. Yeosang started frantically nodding again, and Wooyoung let go of him. A whine fell from Yeosang, who tried to reach for Wooyoung’s now free hand. 

“Not yet, pretty boy. I haven’t even started fucking you yet. Don’t you want to wait for that?”

Yeosang’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. Really, the thought of Wooyoung doing anything was getting him excited, but especially this new one. 

“Y-yes. I… I want to wait for that,” Yeosang said, trying not to whimper. Wooyoung smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against Yeosang’s thigh before climbing back onto the bed. 

“So. Did you decide?”

Yeosang blanked. Decide what…? he wondered, wracking his mind for whatever it was he was supposed to decide on.

“Do you want me to ride you or do you want to try another first…?” Wooyoung began, raising an eyebrow. Yeosang blushed, unsure of what to say.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t decide? Was my mouth just that good?” Wooyoung teased, rubbing Yeosang’s left arm. “That’s okay. Why don’t we save the next few firsts for next time?”

Next time…? Wasn’t this only supposed to be a one time thing? Yeosang, confused, looked up at Wooyoung. “I thought we were only… that this was just supposed to be this once…”

Wooyoung winced, looking a bit guilty at the strain of sadness in Yeosang’s voice. “It is… but I meant in general. The next time you find yourself having sex. I would love for your next person to be me, but you’re right, we did agree it would just be once. And for this one time, I want to pleasure you in a way that you’re comfortable with. I want you to enjoy this, forget that it’s only one time. I don’t want you to regret any of your firsts, so I’m doing preemptive damage control and only allowing one today. Maybe that’s too Good of me, but I care about you too much to be selfish.”

There they were again, both nearly crying from the reality of this situation. Yeosang took a deep breath, then pulled Wooyoung in for another kiss. It’s deeper, more intimate than the others, and they’re both gasping for air by the time they pull apart. 

“You’re right, we should enjoy this. I… I want you to feel good too. Will you be able to? If we skip the other first?” Yeosang whispered, looking up at Wooyoung through his lashes. The younger nearly whimpered at the sight, nodding before pulling him in for another, shorter kiss. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I will, baby. Don’t worry about me, just lay back and let me make you feel good. Can you pass me one of the condoms on the bedside table?” Wooyoung asked, gently pushing Yeosang back down against the pillows. He nodded, reaching for a foil packet and handing it to Wooyoung. Yeosang bit his lip as Wooyoung ripped open the packet with his teeth, letting his gaze wander over the red-haired man’s body while he dealt with the condom. His breath hitched as he took in every little thing, from the way Wooyoung’s skin rippled over his abs to the muscles of his arms. It could very well be the last time they saw each other like this, and Yeosang didn’t want to forget a single detail. 

“Ready?” Wooyoung asked, sliding the condom onto Yeosang after he nods. Yeosang whined, the feeling of Wooyoung’s hand on him again nearly too much after the build-up of anticipation. 

“Let me know if you want to stop, okay?”

“I won’t want t-to,” Yeosang said, pulling Wooyoung in to kiss him. He tilted his head to get a better angle, gasping when Wooyoung cupped his face and kissed him harshly. Soft moans fill the room as they keep kissing, mainly from Yeosang as he let Wooyoung take over. A whimper escaped him when Wooyoung’s tongue slips into his mouth, his hands moving to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair. Wooyoung explores Yeosang’s mouth very thoroughly, pulling him even closer to get a better angle and moaning when he feels Yeosang’s tongue brush against his. 

Reluctantly, the two broke apart to gasp for air, eyes meeting. 

“Okay, let’s do this,” Wooyoung said, then positioned himself above Yeosang. He slowly began to lower himself onto Yeosang’s cock, a soft moan escaping his lips once the older was inside of him. 

“Wait, wait, don’t you need to prep-”

“No, I’m okay. I’m definitely ready for this, Yeosang, don’t worry. Plus, I love feeling stretched like this. Feels so d-damn good,” Wooyoung said, caressing Yeosang’s arm to reassure him. Yeosang nods, whimpering as Wooyoung sunk lower.

Both of them were very vocal messes when Wooyoung finished hilting himself on Yeosang. Eyes closed and head thrown back, Wooyoung started bouncing almost as soon as he met Yeosang’s thighs, moaning loudly. 

“W-wooyoung… oh my God…” Yeosang moaned, reaching out to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips. 

“I know… Fuck you’re so big,” Wooyoung whimpered, hands planted on Yeosang’s chest. A yelp escaped Wooyoung when the angle changed, Yeosang’s cock rubbing against his prostate. Both of them moaned even louder, Yeosang pulling Wooyoung down to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, more just the two of them panting and gasping into each others’ mouths, but the intimacy was still there. 

Yeosang had never felt this good in his entire life. It was almost overwhelming, just having Wooyoung like this. Feeling Wooyoung on his cock, hands on his chest, being able to just touch Wooyoung… it was almost too much. It felt perfect. 

He didn’t even realize how close he was when he came, hips jumping as his cock twitched inside of Wooyoung. Nearly screaming, a loud moan tore from his throat and his back arched while his eyes closed. 

Wooyoung whined as he watched, bouncing harder while trying to reach his high. As soon as Yeosang’s climax ended, he reached out and wrapped a hand around the younger’s cock, stroking it in time with his bounces. Wooyoung moaned, loudly, and came on Yeosang’s chest, whining from overstimulation as Yeosang kept touching him. 

As the two of them came down, Wooyoung’s arms went weak and he collapsed onto Yeosang. The older man put his arms around Wooyoung, holding him close and trying to ignore the sticky cum between them. 

It was peaceful.

Wooyoung

He felt warm. Happy and content. He hadn’t felt that way in a while. Opening his eyes, he realized he’d fallen onto Yeosang, who was running his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. 

“Yeosang,” he whispered. The older man hummed in response.

“We should get you cleaned up.”

“Maybe,” Yeosang whispered. “But I want to just lay here with you. I like it here. I want to cuddle.”

The loving tone of his voice melted Wooyoung’s heart. It made him almost forget what their roles were, what they were supposed to become. Maybe he could ignore it a little bit longer.

“We can cuddle later. Let’s go shower first. The bathroom isn’t that far away,” he said, sitting up. Yeosang’s cock was still nestled inside of him, so he slowly rose on his knees to get up before helping Yeosang off the bed. 

Both of them stumbled towards the door, sheets wrapped around them to cover themselves without worrying about the hassle that was their clothing, discarding the condom in the trashcan on the way out. Wooyoung guided Yeosang to the bathroom, turning the water on before helping Yeosang out of the sheet. 

He’s so pretty, he thought. I want to keep him here. He didn’t dwell on those thoughts any longer, stepping under the water and pulling Yeosang in with him. 

The two of them showered in silence, save for Wooyoung’s soft, simple directions of “turn” and “eyes closed” while he washed Yeosang’s hair. He liked this. Liked the way Yeosang hummed happily, liked how close the older man was to him, liked when Yeosang leaned closer as Wooyoung pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. 

He wished they could stay like this. 

“Youngie,” Yeosang mumbled, his face now buried against Wooyoung’s neck. “I wanna help you.”

“Help me?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yea. My head feels soft. Wanna make your head feel soft, too,” Yeosang mumbled again.

“Soft…?” Wooyoung asked, wondering if maybe Yeosang had slipped into sub space. He’d never been able to make someone do that before, and had no idea what to do. He began to panic a little bit, but his nerves immediately calmed when Yeosang reached for the shampoo bottle.

“Yeah… my hair’s wet, so I can’t tell too well, but it’s soft. I like. It feels good,” the older man mumbled again, opening the bottle. Wooyoung chuckled, then let Yeosang stand on his own. 

“Turn.”

Wooyoung turned.

“Eyes closed.”

His eyes closed. 

“Okay. Don’t fall over.”

“I’m not going to fall over, Yeosang.”

He really liked the feeling of Yeosang washing his hair. He nearly fell asleep, his worries melting away as he concentrated on Yeosang’s hands. 

They’d both really miss it when Yeosang had to go.

So that night, neither of them talked about it. They just held each other close, Yeosang cuddling against Wooyoung’s chest in a way that should have hurt but only made the younger smile. 

The rivalry would be a tomorrow problem. For now, they were just two people who loved each other. Even if that love shouldn’t have existed, it bound them to each other, and neither of them wanted to change that. 

To be continued…