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whichever way [woosan x reader] pt 12

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, FWB to QPR

ch. summary: Wooyoung assures you that you don’t have to worry about San after his drop. San proves him right.

wc: 10.6k

ch. warnings: bratty duo Wooyoung & reader, brat tamer San, threesome, phone sex (kindof???), nudes, overstimulation, edging, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, pussy slap, cumming in pants, degradation (@ Wooyoung), dumbification (@ reader), rough sex, spanking, choking, panties as a makeshift gag & light bondage (@ Wooyoung), condomless sex w/ an IUD, voyeurism/exhibitionism-ish, anal fingering / sex between Woosan, safe word checks; ‘green’ & ‘yellow’ are used, aftercare, mention of jerking off in a public bathroom, nicknames for reader (‘baby’, ‘good girl’, ‘sweetheart’)

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

You didn’t expect many things to change now that Wooyoung has moved in with San and ‘officially’ is your next-door neighbour. He’d been over all the time anyway, spending more nights at San’s than in his own bed. Really, what difference could it make?

Quite a difference, apparently.

Before, Wooyoung felt perfectly comfortable to treat San’s place like his own. But now that San’s apartment is Wooyoung’s apartment too, his habit of ‘treating places like his own’ has transferred over to yours.

You’d blinked in surprise the first time Wooyoung just let himself inside and plopped down on your couch to play games on his phone. (Your couch is more comfortable, had been his explanation. You really can’t dispute that claim. It is.) But you hadn’t kicked him out, and Wooyoung correctly interpreted that as permission to invite himself back in any time.

Sometimes he shows up because San isn’t home. Sometimes San comes along. And sometimes, San just chills back at his own apartment while Wooyoung hangs out with you.

(San doesn’t seem to mind this, though one time he did suspiciously start bombing the groupchat with selfies and messages right after Wooyoung stepped through your doorway. Wooyoung had just rolled his eyes and ignored it; apparently San had been playing video games and literally groused at Wooyoung to ‘not distract him when he’s busy’.

“Serves him right,” Wooyoung had declared, and cackled a laugh when you asked him if they were actually bickering or if this was just foreplay again. “Probably foreplay,” he’d admitted, and you got a definitive answer later, when faint whines drifted through the shared wall after Wooyoung had gone back to San. Good for him!)

Wooyoung doesn’t crash your place constantly or anything like that; but the realisation does quickly sink in that by moving in with San, Wooyoung also moved in closer to you, almost treating the two apartments like one singular unit.

Damn, no wonder he’d made a point of asking if you were alright with it all!

Most of the time, Wooyoung is more than welcome — but one unannounced visit did prompt a conversation about the concept of ‘alone time’, and your occasional need for it. The timing had just been bad on both sides; you and Wooyoung were each worn out from exhaustion, a perfect breeding ground to spark tension. Wooyoung had taken your need for distance as a personal rejection and, to be fair, your tiredness had made you a little short with him.

However, this time you’d worked through it together, not needing San’s intervention to talk and hug it out.

Together you’d agreed on a better communication cue for Wooyoung to turn his ass around and go back home when necessary, and you’d reassured him he was more than welcome on most days; it wasn’t a reflection on him personally. With that, you could happily go back to enjoying this big shift in your life.

And a big shift it definitely is. Sure, San also dropped by unannounced sometimes, but not as often as Wooyoung.

Not because San is distant with you; far from it. His apartment had simply turned into the usual meeting point to hang out — plus, he’s more of a homebody at heart. Unlike Wooyoung, San doesn’t often feel the urge to leave his natural habitat unless outside forces persuade him to. He’s not pressed about the time Wooyoung spends over at your place; maybe even enjoys having an occasional quiet moment to himself.

…However, San did get pressed about something else; your regular grocery runs together.

After Wooyoung moved in, San got lowkey possessive of this chore you’ve always done together. He even went into a jealous sulk when you and Wooyoung went to the store one time without telling him. You’d felt a combination of surprised, flattered and slightly annoyed at his moody reaction, which seemed a little overblown to you.

It had prompted another conversation about the new living situation; and you were embarrassed to realise how badly you’d underestimated San’s attachment to sharing the simple, domestic chore with you. A swift reconciliation followed, along with more hugs.

Yes, there have been a few bumped heads, also between San and Wooyoung, but the sting always fades quickly. They’re nothing but small growing pains while you settle into this new normal. Growing pains just means there’s growth, San pointed out, and though Wooyoung teased him for his simplistic conclusion, you agree with San.

But on this particular evening, there are no growing pains.

Just you enjoying the new normal of Wooyoung lounging on your couch, while San is out with some old schoolmates. Wooyoung is on his phone, keeping you company while you catch up on one of your shows — to which he only half-pays attention and then gets miffed when he doesn’t understand the plot.

“I’m just saying, I don’t get why they’re suddenly all buddy-buddy! It doesn’t make sense!”

“Oh my god, Woo, you don’t get to complain if you don’t actually bother to watch!” you groan, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “Seriously, you’re lucky you’re cute or I’d kick you out of the house. Let me watch in peace, alright?”

“I wasn’t complaining,” Wooyoung complains. “I was just asking. They were at each others’ throats like two seconds ago!”

“You’re hopeless,” you sigh with a shake of your head, then pause the episode so you can take a bathroom break. It’s not like you can focus when Wooyoung pelts you with questions every five minutes anyway.

By the time you get back, Wooyoung has thrown his phone aside and is dramatically slouched across the couch. He lets out a huge, bored sigh when you return, looking up at you with a long-suffering gaze.

“Hey,” he says when he catches your eye, “can I eat you out?”

“What? Now??” You splutter out a laugh at the utterly serious expression on his face. “Is this because I said you’re cute? Positive enforcement to trick me into giving you more compliments?”

“Come ooonnnnn,” Wooyoung groans, letting his head fall back against the cushions. “It’s been ages since I last got to do it, and I’m so fucking bored.”

“Oh, so the pleasure of my company is not enough to keep you entertained?”

“Eh. Would be more entertained by the pleasure of your pu—”

“Alright, alright!” you laugh. Fair enough; you stepped right into that one.

You plop down on the couch, in a corner spot not taken up by Wooyoung’s sprawled limbs, then shoot him another look.

“…Seriously? You want to? Without San?”

It’s not without precedent for you to fool around with one of the guys without the other, but still extremely rare; and usually it’s just a little foreplay or prep while waiting for the other to join. (Plus that one time when San put Wooyoung on a sex ban after bratting too close to the sun. That’d been a fun week.)

“Without San, yeah. Or…” Wooyoung says, “we could call him, give him that excuse he wanted to come home early.”

You snort. “Don’t think this is what he had in mind.”

(San hadn’t been all that excited about going out with his old mates from school, an invitation accepted out of politeness — but he’d declined the offer from you and Wooyoung to come with. “Might need you to create an excuse for me to leave early. Phone in an emergency or something,” he’d said. Though you suppose that ‘Wooyoung was hungry for pussy’ could count as an emergency, at least in Wooyoung’s eyes.)

“That’s what makes it fun, right?” Wooyoung says, grinning widely at you. “We can get Sannie all nice and riled up. Might even get him to punish us for starting without him, if we play our cards right.”

That’s where you hesitate. Goad San into punishing you?

Wooyoung notices, and sits up next to give you a thoughtful look-over. You roll your eyes at his scrutiny, suddenly self-conscious.

“So…” he says slowly, “can’t help but notice you’ve been on your best behaviour for San ever since I moved in.” He leaves room for a meaningful pause. “Ever since he dropped.”

“I’m always on my best behaviour,” you huff defensively. “You’re the brat around here, not me.”

Wooyoung snorts. “You aren’t always. Don’t pretend you don’t ever get up to trouble.”

…Fair point. You usually lean towards the ‘good girl’ end of the submissive spectrum, but there have been plenty occasions where you were a happy accomplice to Wooyoung’s mischief, or even initiated some of your own.

“Okay, so what’s going on?” Wooyoung asks. “You nervous about pushing San too far?”

A ‘no’ bubbles up instinctively, but you manage to swallow it down and give the question some honest thought. Are you nervous?

“There just hasn’t been an opportunity,” your surface thoughts argue.

That is true, sort of. Between the chaos of Wooyoung’s move into San’s apartment and you having a busy time at work, your sex life isn’t exactly super active. Not non-existent either, but you’ve focused more on the casual hang-outs, just spending time together while everything around you settles down.

Yes, your surface thoughts have a point — but it only takes one cursory glance underneath them to find the vivid memory of holding a trembling San in your arms.

“Okay, you’re right, I’m a bit worried about that,” you admit quietly. “He… San looked so small, Wooyoung. I don’t want him ever feeling like that again.”

Wooyoung puts his hand on your thigh, gently scritching his fingertips over your jeans. “I don’t want him to, either,” he says with a wan smile. “But—”

“Yeah yeah, listen I know it’s stupid,” you interrupt him, sighing in frustration. “I know I’d be pissed off if San suddenly stopped spanking me or whatever just because my brain bullied me about it one time.” You know Wooyoung has been bratty at San since then and San has happily tamed him down, so why the hell do you feel this resistance?

Wooyoung fights down a laugh at your rant, balling his fist in front of his mouth. “It’s a little stupid, yeah!”

You whap a hand against his shoulder, though you can’t help but laugh with him. “Hey, you aren’t supposed to agree with me!”

“What am I supposed to say then!?”

“You are supposed to tell me, ‘no, it’s not stupid, but San is a grown-ass man and he is fully capable of telling us himself if he can’t or doesn’t want to go that hard with domming us anymore’!”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s pretend I said that.”

You give Wooyoung a heavy side-eye; he grins back at you — and after a long beat of silence, together you burst out in a light bout of giggles.

“Sorry I’m making this way more difficult than it needs to be,” you apologise, still laughing a little. “I’m into the idea, I really am, it’s just…”

“Just gotta get past the hurdle. I get it,” Wooyoung says, and from the soft furrow between his eyes you know he really does get it. His hand squeezes your knee. “Listen, if I know San at all,” he says (and he does know San pretty damn well), “the two of us will have some fun getting him worked up, which means he gets to have fun punishing us for it, which means we all end up having fun together. How’s that sound to you?”

“Sounds… fun,” you say, relaxing into a grin. There isn’t much room to argue with the way Wooyoung has laid it out to you.

He bites his lip, a dark shine in his eyes. “Then sit back and let me get my mouth on that sweet pussy already.��

Again, he leaves no room to argue.

So before you know it, you are sitting back on the couch and Wooyoung is well underway to getting his mouth exactly where he wants it.

You draw shallow breaths as you look down on Wooyoung, who sits on a pillow between your legs. You’d braced for him to descend on you in a frenzy — but Wooyoung has a quiet focus on his face as he slowly rubs over your inner thighs through your joggers, like he is matching up reality to his memories.

He squeezes firmly, molding the soft meat to the shape of his hands, and you let out a soft whine as Wooyoung’s patience quickly wears down yours. You tilt your hips up in an unsubtle demand, causing Wooyoung’s concentration to break with a grin.

“Oh? Look who’s in a rush to get eaten out now,” he rasps. His thumbs brush just shy of your cunt, which is stirring to life rapidly. “After all that grief you gave me about it too, ch.”

Wooyoung playfully tsks his tongue at you, the crooked curve of his lips only working you up more. It doesn’t help either that he’s half naked, wearing just his baggy shorts; Wooyoung had nobly sacrificed his hoodie for you to sit on when you made a half-hearted point about ruining your couch. Honestly, you don’t know if it’ll do much good; already you can feel a sticky wetness between your legs and he hasn’t even fucking touched you. Like Wooyoung said; it’s been a while, and your vagina is being very dramatic about how lonely she’s been without the company of his mouth.

“Just fucking get on with it,” you say, the power of your demand nullified by the breathlessness in your voice. “We gotta rescue San from his social obligations, don’t we?”

“Ahh yes, that’s why we’re doing this,” Wooyoung giggles, but he still obliges and tugs down your sweats.

You’re about to protest again when he leaves your underwear on, just basic cotton panties with no sex appeal whatsoever — but they do something for Wooyoung all the same, and your complaint melts away under the heated, hungry look in his eyes.

Wooyoung’s torturously slow pace has been driving you up the wall, yet you let out a startled squeak when suddenly he dives in, his face pressed against your clothed cunt.

“Fuck, but I missed this pussy,” he grunts lowly, then laps a thick stripe over the damp spot already forming in your panties before suctioning his mouth over the fabric, eerily close to your clit.

You suck in a sharp breath, hands flying into Wooyoung’s hair to tug him a little higher. He lets himself be guided without resistance, apparently no longer in the mood to tease. You’ve been with a few avid puss appreciatiors in the past, but none of them hold a candle to Wooyoung, who truly gets as much out of this as you do.

Through the barrier of your panties, his teeth graze over your clit. Sharp sucks and indirect bites soon have your thighs trembling, your underwear soggy with arousal and Wooyoung’s saliva.

“Missed this pussy,” he groans again, thumbing at the drenched strip of cotton — and completely knocking you off balance with what he says next. “Missed making you feel good…”

“Hm— hmh, Woo—”

You know it’s not that deep, that it’s just rambles from Wooyoung already getting tipsy on your clothed cunt; still the urge bubbles up to say something, to tell Wooyoung how good he makes you feel every damn single day. Just by being in the same room as you, by hanging out on your couch or sending you photos he’s proud of, by texting to ask if you’ve eaten yet. But you can’t get a single word out, all coherency stolen from your lips as Wooyoung pulls your panties aside and latches directly onto your clit.

Making up for lost time, Wooyoung aggressively reacquaints himself with your leaking pussy. You whine as his lips suction around your clit, giving the already swollen nub a quick nibble before his tongue swirls and flicks. He slurps noisily against your cunt until your hips start to jerk, and you realise with alarm that you’re about to cum, just like that.

“Fuck, Wooyoung…” You swear under your breath, arching into his mouth — only for Wooyoung to pull back for soft swipes at your folds.

You groan as the build-up fizzles out into a light burn, and slump into the couch.

“Seriously?” you grumble, giving Wooyoung’s hair a firm tug to make your dissatisfaction known. He just lets out a muffled chuckle, filling your apartment with lewd wet noises as he kisses and suckles at your sodden folds, gentle but thorough.

However, his abrupt slowdown does give your head a chance to clear up, and something occurs to you.

“H-hey, Wooyoung?”

“Hm?”

“Not that this isn’t great, but weren’t we supposed to rile San up?” You’d expected Wooyoung to be on his phone already to let San know what he’s missing out on. But instead, the phone lies right next to you on the couch, ignored in favour of feasting on your cunt.

“Hm.” Wooyoung lifts his head, grinning up at you with glazed lips. “Then we gotta give him something to get riled up about, don’t we?”

“Starting to think I’m the one you’re trying to get— f-fuck, ah Woo—!”

Wooyoung’s nose bumps right into your clit as his tongue thrusts inside your drenched hole, plunging as deep as he can reach. You feel his lips stretch into a grin when you immediately rock into him, his breathy laugh falling coolly against your wet heat. You pull harder at Wooyoung’s hair and a whine shudders through him, freely letting you dictate his pace as you grind on his nose.

You find yourself back on the edge within a flash, whimpering and squirming now that Wooyoung has stopped his teasing. He is fully dedicated to tipping you over, groaning against your cunt as he tongue-fucks you with unruly abandon; less about technique, and more about pure, uncontrolled voracity.

Your breath comes in sharp hitches as Wooyoung somehow pushes even harder into you, the beautiful hook of his nose sparking electricity through your core. He moans eagerly as you start to clench around his tongue, his shoulders preventing your thighs from clamping shut as tendrils of heat coil in your abdomen.

You can tell it’s going to be an intense one even before it hits you. “F-fuck, Wooyoung,” you whimper, rocking into his face, “Woo, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop, ahh fuck fuck fuck—”

He does not stop.

Wooyoung’s eyebrows knit in pleasure as you coat his tongue and chin with your slick. He pulls back from fucking your cunt to suck on your clit, firm pressure that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your toes curl, body seizing up with every long, hard aftershock; one so intense that you’re not entirely sure if you just came twice.

Reluctantly, Wooyoung parts from your cunt when you push him away with a weak whimper. He grins at you, dark eyes sparkling and his face covered by a glossy shine from the nose down.

He ignores your whine when finally tugs off your ruined panties, then uses two fingers to spread your lower lips wide open. His grin sharpens at the sight.

“Now there is a view that’ll get San going,” Wooyoung says, decadently licking his lips. “All pretty and puffed up, and all for me.”

(The possessive streak sends a weak jolt through your hypersensitive pussy.)

Finally he grabs his phone, and raises it up to you in silent question. You nod quietly; no further words are needed to understand his intentions.

You’re still catching your breath; a challenge when Wooyoung is lining up a shot with his cameraphone. It’s hardly the first time he has taken nudes of you, but there’s just always a look of intense focus in Wooyoung’s eyes whenever he handles a camera — especially when it’s pointed straight at your glistening cunt.

(“She’s just so photogenic!” Wooyoung once claimed, fondly patting his beloved model before he took another shot.)

“You’re such a fucking dork,” you giggle when, even now, Wooyoung takes a moment to consider the angle.

“Artist! I’m an artist!” Wooyoung objects loudly, flicking your clit in retaliation. “Gotta do justice to this masterpiece, don’t I?”

With that, Wooyoung snaps his photo — but he does not send it to San right away. Instead he starts texting, mumbling out the words as he’s typing. “Dining… out… at our neighbour’s………… oyster bar.”

You bite down a laugh at his phrasing. “Pretty sad excuse for a bar if they only have one oyster!” you tease, but can’t fight down the giggle when Wooyoung shows you the text; a cheeky 🦪💦👅 added at the end.

“Quality over quantity any day, sweetheart,” Wooyoung winks, then sends the text.

Now there is nothing you can do except wait.

Well. Not nothing. Wooyoung wipes his face and gets up from his knees, then unceremoniously presses your legs together so he can make himself comfortable on your lap. Your various states of undress are like mismatching puzzle pieces; lined up all wrong with Wooyoung’s bare chest and you naked from the waist down — but you don’t get a chance to fix this discrepancy before his phone starts buzzing.

“You aren’t gonna answer that?” you ask, a little breathy as Wooyoung slowly leans in for a kiss.

He makes a noise that seems to mean ‘not yet’, focused on first giving you a faint taste of yourself with lazy swipes of his tongue. You clutch onto his waist with a moan, parting your lips for him while San is forced to wait. Wooyoung grinds into your lap, his already hard dick pressed against your stomach as his tongue flicks against the roof of your mouth, then tangles with yours.

It can’t have been too long before he pulls away — the phone is still buzzing — but it feels like eons, leaving you in a slight daze when Wooyoung finally answers San’s call and puts him on speaker.

“What the hell guys,” San mopes, his pout audible through the phone. There’s muted music in the background; mostly bass-tones, like it’s coming through a wall. “Without me?”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says simply — and hangs up.

“Wha—” You blink at Wooyoung in surprise but he just shrugs, an undertone of sass to the casual gesture. Using his free hand, he slides down between your bodies, pressing two fingers solidly against your clit. You hiss at the sudden stimulation, though you’ve recovered enough to be able to take it. “You — hmnm — you think he’s gonna call back?”

Wooyoung’s lips curve up into a fiendish grin. “He will, if he wants to.”

San does want to.

Almost immediately, Wooyoung’s phone buzzes again. This time, Wooyoung doesn’t make him wait as long. “Where are you?” he asks before San has a chance to speak up.

“Bathroom stall,” San says. “You really couldn’t wait until—?”

“Great! Just jerk off in there if you wanna join in so bad,” Wooyoung says cheerfully, pinching your clit just hard enough to draw a loud whine from you.

San groans at the sound. “Seriously? Someone could walk in here, I don’t—” but he can’t finish. Wooyoung has hung up on San again; and now sends him the picture of your swollen pussy, lewdly dripping with slick and saliva.

The wait is slightly longer this time.

For a second you wonder if your plan has gone awry; San might have taken Wooyoung’s suggestion to just get it on with Rosie Palms out there. Still, your moans lilt a little higher at the thought of San getting himself off on nothing but a picture of your cunt; maybe he’d take a nude of his own, hand wrapped around his flushed cock in a dirty bathroom stall. (A video even, if you would be so lucky.)

However, the plan proves to still be on track when a phone buzzes again; yours.

You pick it up with a shaky hand, shamelessly moaning as Wooyoung toys with your sensitive cunt. You barely have to play up your reactions; sure, the goal of all this is to provoke San, but it definitely works out for you too.

San lets out an exasperated sigh at the pornographic noises that greet him, though there is an obvious tightness to his voice. “You two are unbelievable,” he groans. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

Well. Duh.

“J-just, hmn, just get your ass over here if you — ahh Woo… — if you’re that upset about missing out,” you manage to gasp out between moans.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung agrees, playfully smacking your clit, “we can’t always wait around for you, you know.”

You hang up on San mid-whine, and drop your phone onto the couch.

Wooyoung grins proudly at how easily you slid into the role of his bratty partner-in-crime. “Now,” he says, “don’t tell me that wasn’t fun.”

“Yeah,” you happily admit. “Definitely fun.”

You and Wooyoung ignore San’s next call completely, too distracted by making out again; and then you leave San on read when he sends “heading back now” to the groupchat.

“Come, bedroom,” Wooyoung mumbles against your mouth, barely breaking away from the kiss as he gets up on his feet and pulls you with him. “Don’t wanna ruin my knees before San gets back, and I plan to spend every second until then between your thighs. Let’s get comfortable, alright?”

“A-alright,” you gasp, letting yourself get pulled along. “Um… how long should it take him?”

Wooyoung shrugs. “Eh, like fifteen or sixty minutes? Something like that. He wasn’t sure where they’d go.”

Alarm shoots through you. “Wooyoung?! That’s a wide range of time!” Your body is still on edge — could you handle him for a whole fucking hour, while San can come in at any moment? An aggravated San, who has all that time to plan how he will punish you and Wooyoung.

But Wooyoung just ushers you onto the bed, yanking off your shirt and hurriedly disposing of your bra.

“You don’t want to? I’ll be nice, promise,” he purrs, a deep hungry rasp in his voice. His face is partially shadowed as he hovers over you, but his gleaming eyes are unmistakably pinned on yours. “Just want to get another taste before Sannie gets here… Might be our last chance for a while, if we got him real worked up.”

You swallow thickly at the thought; you’ve successfully appealed to San’s soft side as a dom in the past — but after you and Wooyoung hung up on him three times? You wouldn’t put it past him to take oral off the table for a while, maybe sex entirely.

“Y-yeah no, okay. Yeah, let’s do it,” you say, nodding shakily. Might as well take what you can still get.

Wooyoung bites his lip, pleased with your quick response. “Good,” he murmurs, slowly shifting down the bed with a wicked smile like he’s already forgotten his promise to be nice.

While by no means small, your bed is not quite as large as San’s, so it takes slightly more manoeuvring to get the both of you comfortable. But soon enough Wooyoung has his arms wrapped around your thighs, spreading you open once again for your pleasure and his own.

Sometime over the next ten to fifty-five minutes, the world melts into a blurry haze.

True to his concerns, Wooyoung feasts on you with the frantic urgency of a man who might never get to taste his favourite meal ever again. You writhe under his plump lips and sloppy tongue, gasping at his unrelenting enthusiasm. Wooyoung only slows down when he has to catch his breath, but even then he leaves sweet pecks and nibbles on your plush thighs and the fold of your stomach.

And then he is back, laving your twitching cunt with undivided attention like he’s forgotten about all San entirely, not a care in the world as he laps and strokes and nips at you until your back arches and your moans grow higher and louder until no more sound escapes your throat at all.

You’re on fire, lava pouring through your veins and liquefying your bones from the inside out. You lost count of all the times Wooyoung teased you right up against that edge only to pull back, and you can do nothing but lay there and take his endless edging when he curls three fingers deep inside your aching cunt, moaning around your clit.

Wooyoung ruts against the mattress, harder and faster when he feels you tighten again, until he suddenly groans and shudders, slowing down to a lazy grind — and you realise with a start that Wooyoung has cum in his shorts, just from grinding and eating you out.

Now he’s gotten his own release, Wooyoung is finally gracious enough to stop withholding yours. He babbles against your slit but the words are too muffled to hear, letting you only catch a hoarse “so good” and “fucking drown”. His wrist snaps harshly as he finger-fucks you, lips smacking as he goes back to sucking on your clit, obscenely wet noises filling your bedroom. You can’t fight it. You can’t do anything. Only surrender to the maelstrom that pulls you under, dragging you down to the depths of another forceful climax, pleasure cresting slowly, inescapable, until you bite down sobs and whimpers from its intensity washing over you.

Your body trembles, trying to escape and pull back up for air — but Wooyoung holds you down, and you mewl as you get overwhelmed again. The needling overstimulation is too much this time, refusing to recede. Weakly you try to squirm away from Wooyoung’s mouth, pushing at his head.

“N-nno wait, stop, Woo, too much— Y-yel—”

Before the colour can fully pass your lips, Wooyoung already peeks up from your abused cunt. “Stop? You need a timeout?”

You nod shakily, gasping for air. “Y-yeah. Timeout.”

Wooyoung hums in acknowledgement, slowly crawling up your body. He leaves sticky, open-mouthed kisses on your skin, just a soft brush of his lips. Hips, stomach, the underside of your breast, until he can’t help but linger at a stiff nipple.

“How about this?” he mumbles, gently sucking at the pert nub. “This alright?”

“Hm,” you moan out, weakly slinging an arm around Wooyoung’s shoulders.

He chuckles at your fucked-out state, nuzzling into the valley between your breasts. “I’m too much for you too handle, huh?” he teases before lightly mouthing at your nipple again.

The gentle stimulation feels good, giving you a chance to come down at your leisure without tumbling into freefall. Slowly, you relax under Wooyoung’s soft attentions.

“Ohh, I’m gonna be in trouble once San gets here,” you sigh, though you don’t regret a moment of it. “Fuck, that was a lot.”

“Sorry,” Wooyoung chuckles — and though his grin is not the least apologetic, the soothing brush of his fingers over your waist is. “I’ll try to draw most of his ire, alright?”

“Pff, how selfless of you,” you drawl, rolling your eyes. Like Wooyoung wouldn’t happily take most of San’s ire any day.

“Hey, anything for my best girl,” Wooyoung says with a cheeky wink. “Soooo,” he continues, eyeing your calmed state, “can I finish my meal? I’m still hungry, you know.”

“Oh my god!” you laugh, whapping him on the shoulder. “You’re messing with me, right? You have to be messing with me.”

“Only if your answer is no.” Wooyoung shifts just enough that you can feel him pressed against your thigh, already half-hard again.

You groan, head falling back. “You’re fucking insatiable, you monster.”

“Isn’t it great! Also, not hearing a ‘no’ in there.”

“No,” a new voice suddenly interrupts. “You don’t get to finish your meal, Wooyoung.”

Startled, you fling upright so quick that your chin almost knocks against Wooyoung’s forehead. Even though you knew he was coming, somehow the figure at the open doorway still surprises you.

San.

Leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed and a dark, displeased expression on his face that is completely at odds with the friendly knitted brown sweater he’s wearing. How the hell had you not heard him come in? His eyes are narrow and sharp, thunder crackling behind them.

“Get off her, Wooyoung,” San says in a near growl, sharply jutting his chin to the side. “Let me see what you’ve been doing.”

Wooyoung scrambles off you at once, just as caught off guard by San’s sudden appearance as you.

San saunters over to the bed, his pace unhurried. There’s something in his hand, you realise, but you can’t make out what it is before he grabs one of your legs and yanks you closer to the edge of the bed, making you fall back onto the mattress with a startled yelp.

Your breath catches as San coolly inspects your cunt, his tongue pressing into his cheek in agitation. “Hm, Wooyoung sure had his fill of you, didn’t he?”

“S-sensitive,” you whine as two rough fingers delve through the slick mess between your folds.

San rolls his eyes — and slaps you right on the clit. Not at full strength but enough to make you jolt against his hand, mewling at the sharp impact. He continues his inspection, but then his eyebrow raises in mild surprise at a realisation. “He didn’t fuck you?” San asks, giving you a piercing look.

“No, I—”

“Shut up, Woo. Not talking to you,” San says, his voice stony.

Wooyoung just scoffs, unintimidated. (Couldn’t be you.) “Don’t ask questions if you don’t want answers, Sannie.”

San’s eyes snap to him, now full-on blazing with impending retribution. He gives Wooyoung the same examining look as you; and takes notice of the crusted stain in the crotch of Wooyoung’s baggy shorts. San’s lips curl into a mocking imitation of a smile. “Ahhh… So that’s why you didn’t fuck her. Couldn’t make it that far. Not surprised, you always are a quick climber.”

“That’s not what happen—” Wooyoung bristles, but San is on him within the blink of an eye. He grabs Wooyoung harshly by the jaw, thumb and forefinger digging into his cheeks.

Now that the harsh intensity of his attention is not directly on you, it’s easier to take full stock of San’s appearance. There’s that stormy look in his eyes, the tightness in his jaw — but his shoulders are relaxed, his posture brimming with confidence.

San is thriving, right in his element; he enjoys this.

“Yeah, didn’t expect you to follow any orders today,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Good thing I can just shut you up myself.” He lifts up his other hand, and you finally realise what he’s holding onto.

Your dirty panties.

Carelessly left behind on your couch, now bunched into a tight ball in San’s fist.

San gives them a contemplative look, never relaxing his grip on Wooyoung’s face. He takes a slow, deep sniff of the stained cotton, then holds up the ball in front of Wooyoung, waiting one deliberate beat to give him a chance to object. But Wooyoung stubbornly holds San’s gaze, only groaning when the soiled ball of underwear is forced past his lips as a makeshift gag, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Wooyoung’s jaw shifts as he lets out a muffled noise, already saliva pooling around the fabric as he struggles to take the gag. San just watches in heated silence, a satisfied glint in his eyes.

“I have to assume you won’t listen either if I tell you not to touch yourself,” he scoffs, and yanks Wooyoung’s hands behind his back. San grabs for your discarded shirt, an improvised but effective tool to tie Wooyoung’s wrists together.

Wooyoung moans around the gag, squirming against his bindings as he looks up at San with big, gleaming eyes.

San tuts at the desperation on display, running a condescendingly sweet hand through Wooyoung’s hair. “Show me the signal,” he orders, and pats Wooyoung’s cheek in approval when he lets out three sharp grunts in a rhythmic interval. “Good. Now just sit and watch until I feel like dealing with you.”

Tied up and gagged, Wooyoung now has no choice but to obey.

You might as well be tied up too, the way you’re frozen in place as you watch, wide-eyed. Your breath hitches when San sharply turns his head to look at you, heat crackling through him.

“Hands and knees. Now.”

Whatever held you in place before is shattered by San’s order, your body already moving before your mind gets a say in the matter.

You scramble onto your hands and knees as told, anticipation shivering through you. You can see Wooyoung from the corner of your eyes — but San is fully hidden from view as you wait with baited breath.

You whine lightly when a warm hand rubs over the curve of your rear, perched in the air, and you instinctively push back into the touch.

San tsks at your body’s eagerness, equal parts amusement and derision, and he squeezes at the soft meat of your ass. You shudder, bracing for the flat of his hand to strike, to have its impact leave a divine searing ache behind.

The expected hit does not come. Instead, San gropes your thighs and forces them further apart — and buries his face right in your leaking cunt. He groans as he breathes in deep, just like he’d smelled your panties earlier, this time straight from the source.

You gasp at the sudden press of his mouth against your puffy, tender clit, your elbows buckling as you fall onto your forearms; inadvertently arching your back to provide San with even better access. He makes good use of it, his hot tongue sweeping greedily at your slick.

“Hngh, San— wait—” you moan, unprepared for the assault on your sore cunt.

“‘Wait’?” he growls, a muffled vibration through your core. “You two could hardly wait for me, could you? You let Wooyoung eat that pussy all day but not a drop for me? I didn’t fucking think so. No, baby, you’ll take it.”

He sucks harshly at your clit, moaning as more arousal gushes forth. His nose presses at your weeping hole, his fingers digging mercilessly into your ass.

“You’ll take it all,” San groans again. “How many times did he make you cum, baby? You owe me that many at least.”

“N-no— Can’t, Sannie— Hmm—” You whine, trying to pull away from his ravenous mouth. “’S too much, I can’t—”

San yanks at your hips, his fingers like steel bindings as he keeps you in place, giving you no chance of escape. Sharp teeth nip at your clit in warning.

“What did I fucking say?” he snaps. “Too much? Not my problem. I’m not settling for Woo’s leftovers, so you’ll give me a nice, fresh taste of that sweet slick. We’ll work out the number later. For now, I don’t want to hear another damn sound from that bratty mouth unless it’s a safeword, understood?”

You whine in confirmation — but now San does smack your ass, his lingering handprint throbbing warmly in your skin.

“Not. Another. Sound. Are we clear?”

Fuck. You bury your face in the sheets, desperately stifling another moan.

“That’s right,” San says coldly, kneading at the struck cheek. Then he is back on you, grabbing at your ass as he reintroduces your clit to his lips.

You cry out; immediately earning yourself another spank. Your fingers tear at the bed, scrambling for something to hold onto until you manage to clutch onto a pillow and press it to your face. It’s easier to muffle yourself this way, and you need all the help you can get.

Where Wooyoung had been teasing and edging you endlessly, San has no patience for that. He’s pushing hard and fast, smacking your ass every time you get a little too loud to his liking — which happens more and more as he forcibly drags you closer to his desired orgasm, leaving your skin beautifully sore and glowing with heat. The ruthless intensity of San in a mood like this is impossible to withstand, your vocal cords helpless before the punishment of his lips and tongue and hands.

Soon you are openly grinding back on San’s face, sobbing into the pillow and teething at the corner as drool saturates the cover. You can just barely see Wooyoung through blurred vision, squirming and whining against his gag and bound wrists.

Your jaw goes slack as San mouths sloppily at your clit, his nose rubbing against your fluttering entrance, clenching around nothing. You can’t keep your mouth closed, feeble moans spilling out no matter how you try.

“Hmph, look at you,” San sneers when you cry out at another spank. “What a needy thing you are, just as bad at following orders as Wooyoung. Usually it’s my cock that fucks you dumb, but apparently you don’t even need that much to wipe that pretty head of yours empty.”

“Ngh, hmm, n-no… ‘s too good, San,” you whimper, “gonna cum…”

“‘Good’?” San lets out a harsh, low chuckle. “Baby, this is supposed to be a punishment.”

“No! No no please, Sannie, please—” The thought of being denied again at this point sends your clouded thoughts into a desperate tailspin, and you forget all about San’s instruction for silence. “S-sorry for playing without you,” you babble mindlessly, pathetically, “shouldn’t have teased you. Need you — hm, ahh! — please, feels so good… need you Sannie, please please please—”

“Aw poor thing, need me to make you feel good, do you?” San hums, a pleased undercurrent rumbling in his low voice. “You need Sannie’s cock so bad, baby?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock.”

“Want Sannie’s cock,” you sob, sniffling against the pillowcase. “Want you inside me, always fucking me so well…”

“Then cum on my tongue first.”

Finally, an order that is easy to follow.

It only takes a few more greedy sucks at your clit, and San groans deeply as you gush on his tongue with a strangled cry. His grip on your hips is unyielding as you convulse, your legs instinctively trying to kick out at the force of your release. Your upper body is nothing but a crumpled mess on the bed, knees shaking as San eats you out through every pulse that rocks through you. He moans contently every time you clench around his tongue, pleased at your quick obedience, until he relaxes his hold and lets you slide down onto the bed.

You pant hard, still clutching onto your pillow and blinking away tears. By now the pillowcase is uncomfortably cold where you drooled and sobbed into it, and you push it away with a weak whine.

Faintly, you hear the rustle of clothes and the sound of a zipper behind you, but your attention is drawn back to Wooyoung, still bound and on his knees.

The sight of him is mesmerising; his face is flushed, chin covered with wet, shiny streaks from gagged mouth. There’s an obvious tent in his crusted baggy shorts, and he grows more fidgety as you watch him, jaw shifting around your dirty panties in his mouth, struggling against your tied up shirt.

Every cell in your body yearns to reach out and touch Wooyoung, to bring relief to his aching cock — but San pats your ass before you can do anything unwise.

“Up,” is his simple order; though he does most of the work himself, lifting you back on your knees with a firm grip on your waist. You tiredly fold your forearms to rest your head on them, keeping your eyes on Wooyoung as San’s pelvis presses against your ass.

You shudder when San’s cock glides through your sticky folds, your lower lips clinging onto his hard length.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he groans, rocking his hips against you. “I bet I can just slide right in there, no problem.” His tip presses at your entrance, walls stretching pliantly for him after all this foreplay.

You moan weakly, wiggling your ass. He’s a snug fit in this position, but you’re ready, so fucking ready for San to fill you up. You can’t help but move on your own accord, and San’s breath shallows as you push back into him, his thumbs rubbing encouraging circles on your waist as you sink yourself down on his thick cock.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his dick twitching inside you. “You know who treats this pussy best. All mine now.”

Heat licks through you at his possessiveness, at Wooyoung’s pitiful moan in response. Your head feels fuzzy, too mindless to agree or protest, but San does not seem to be waiting for a reaction, only for you to completely bury his cock in your wet cunt. Already you’re panting; just the feel of him stretching your walls is enough to make you dizzy, solid pressure resting right against that spongy bundle of nerves.

Then San starts moving.

You already knew you were in real trouble all the way back when he first put you on your hands and knees. That’s how San likes you when he intends to use every ounce of strength in his body, inflicting the full force of his gym-rat lifestyle on you. Hitting deep and hard until you’re nothing but a ragdoll for him to pound into, his hands squeezing tight enough on your waist to leave bruises, your ass sore from the slam of his hips.

Thank god he no longer makes you keep quiet. Your cunt is fucking wired from all the edging and overstimulation and you can feel yourself leaking around San’s cock, arousal streaking down your thighs and dripping onto the bed. San grunts hoarsely with every thrust as he fucks an electrified heat into your abdomen, fuelled by the noisy squelch of his cock being swallowed up by your sopping hole.

You moan out pathetic, hiccuped whines in time with his thrusts, gnawing your bottom lip raw. Wooyoung swims in your vision as tears well up again, your fingers clawing at the sheets for purchase. Your untouched clit throbs, so overwhelmed yet your orgasm feels so far away, even with San hitting right against your sweet spot.

“Gonna cum for me again?” San asks, demands, though a familiar whiny lilt is creeping into his voice. San is close.

“I— I don’t know— dunno if I can—” you mewl, and San seems to realise your genuine distress.

Suddenly you’re hoisted upright against him, one arm locked around your middle; his hand splayed over your stomach, the other pressed on your sternum, just underneath your throat. San’s rhythm barely breaks at the change in position and he continues to fuck up into you, unforgiving.

“Fuck, so tight,” he hisses, the fit of him inside you even more snug like this.

He mouths at your neck when you let your head fall back against his shoulder, your hand flying into his hair to anchor yourself. San groans when you yank at the sweaty strands, his hips stuttering for just a moment before he regains himself and falls back into his rough pace. His thumb inches upward, brushing over the base of your throat, and you moan in encouragement for him to reach a little higher.

“Not yet, baby,” San rasps. “Gonna take care of you, just need you to touch your clit first. Then I’ll get you there.”

Obediently you reach down with a shaky hand, unable to do more than just a clumsy rub with two fingers; but San holds true to his promise. His rough pace slows into deliberate thrusts, smooth and so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat, where his hand ghosts across your skin. Suddenly the orgasm that felt miles out of reach, is right on you.

San’s breaths fall hard and hot against your ear, his fingers teasing at your neck. Barely squeezing, just making you unable to forget they’re there.

“That’s it, let go now,” he encourages. “Give it to me, hmn, wanna feel you cum on my cock. Fuck, you feel so good, baby, just a little more for me.”

There’s a budding heat stirring in your cunt, sharp enough to pierce through the cloudy overstimulation that fogs up your brain. Your entire body trembles against San’s hold, moans growing in pitch. You whine when your fingers falter, just as you dangle over the edge — but then San is there, taking over.

The pads of his fingers are rougher than yours, their firm pressure on your clit exactly what you need. Your hand in his hair tangles deeper, the other clinging onto his arm to stay upright. San groans as your nails dig into his wrist, but he keeps going, an unstoppable force driving you over that edge.

You glance to the side, and it’s when you meet Wooyoung’s watery eyes that you know you’re done for.

“F-fuck, San, San, I— I’m gonna—”

San can only whines in answer, bucking his hips a few more times before he stills inside you with a loud, strangled moan, coating your walls with ropes of white. He stays buried deep inside you, panting for breath as he takes away yours; tightening his grip around the sides of your throat. You gasp — or you try to — inhaling raggedly through the partial restriction of your airflow. San still rubs at your swollen clit, and white heat floods your brain as you dissolve in his arms, reduced to a delirious, light-headed haze.

After a few brief, endless seconds, San’s hand relaxes. He murmurs soft encouragements, guiding you through it as you whimper against him through the lingering waves of pleasure that lick at your worn-out cunt.

Again San lets you slump down onto the bed; but this time he moves with you, pressing light kisses against the side of your face. He gently shushes your whine when his cock slips out and leaves you empty, cum trickling down your thighs. “Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Did so well for me.”

“Hmn,” you moan hoarsely, instinctively trying to pull San in for a cuddle. You make a weak noise of complaint when he doesn’t budge — but you instantly release him when you remember why. Wooyoung.

San chuckles at your neediness, brushing a tender thumb over your cheek. “Wooyoungie needs taking care of now, baby. Gotta see if he’s learned his lesson yet. You alright? Give me a colour.”

You nod, a tired smile making its way onto your face. “Green,” you sigh contently. “Wanna watch…”

“Of course you do,” San says, breathing a fond laugh. “Have fun, hm? Need anything first? Blanket?”

San lingers just a moment longer with you, ignoring Wooyoung’s small noises as he helps you into a robe to make sure you don’t get cold, and hands you a pillow that hasn’t been drooled on.

Then San finally turns back to Wooyoung — and his entire demeanour shifts, his shoulders seeming to grow wider as he sinks back into the cool, hardened dom with a brat to punish.

Wooyoung lets out a garbled whimper around the gag when San’s fingers ghost over the cum-stained crotch of his shorts, but San moves past it, tugging at the waistband instead.

“I assume this means you didn’t play with his ass and open him up for me, did you?” he asks you, a mocking grin on his lips. “No? That’s fine, lube is in the drawer, right?”

San rummages through your nightstand, ignoring your toys in favour of a bottle of lube. You curl up on the bed to make yourself comfortable as you watch how San puts the bottle down next to him, first sitting on his knees in front of Wooyoung.

“Hm, what to do with you,” San ponders, holding Wooyoung’s jaw with a less than gentle touch.

Wooyoung moans, arching his hips forward, but the unspoken suggestion goes ignored.

“Did you get a good look at how I had to punish our sweet girl? Bet you dragged her into this,” San says with cold derision — and completely correct in his assumption. “You’re a bad influence, Woo. Getting my good girl into trouble just because you were hungry for some pussy.”

(Even as a spectator, something flutters in your chest at the petname — though you don’t think it’s wholly deserved here. Wooyoung might have been the brains behind this scheme, but you weren’t exactly a reluctant co-conspirator. Still, you stay quiet, too eager to see how this plays out.)

Wooyoung makes another unintelligible noise, drool leaking past his gag onto San’s fingers. He juts his head insistently against San’s hold, his eyes shimmering with the silent plea to remove your panties from his mouth.

San scoffs, pushing Wooyoung’s face away.

“What, are you hungry for cock too? Is that what you want, to gag on something other than those panties you ruined?” San shakes his head, sitting next to Wooyoung so he can slide a heavy arm around his shoulders, almost ominous in the way he pulls Wooyoung close. “No Woo, I don’t think you deserve that after what you pulled today.”

That’s all the warning Wooyoung gets before San pushes him down, manhandling him onto his stomach, his cheek pressed into the sheets. Wooyoung groans through the gag, starting to squirm but San pins him with an unyielding hand between his shoulder blades, not letting him escape.

Your breath hitches when Wooyoung meets your eyes, his face contorted with desperation as he wiggles against San’s hold, tears brimming on his lashes. His eyes squeeze shut when San smacks his still-clothed ass, a choked moan escaping his stretched-open lips.

“Hold still while I take these off, understood?” San tells Wooyoung, who shudders and shows his first sign of voluntary obedience today as San slightly raises his hips to unbutton his baggy shorts and yank them down along with his underwear. San doesn’t take them off all the way, leaving the clothes bunched around Wooyoung’s ankles — and somehow that makes it all the more undignified. Like San doesn’t find it worth the effort to properly unclothe Wooyoung, his crusted shorts staying there as a mocking reminder of how he’d humped himself into an orgasm earlier.

You find yourself fading into a foggy dreamscape as you watch San and Wooyoung; their combined efforts have wiped you out completely, a wonderful exhaustion sunk deep into your mind, muscles and bones. San’s punishment of Wooyoung melts into a blurry series of moments, each deeply imprinted on your brain;

San spreading Wooyoung’s asscheeks, fingering him open while deliberately avoiding his prostate; just a cocksleeve to be used with no right to his own pleasure. Wooyoung moaning in desperation, trying to rock back into San, only for San’s hand to wrap around the nape of Wooyoung’s neck, pressing his face harder into the mattress until he obediently holds still again.

How the bindings around Wooyoung’s wrists start to loosen when San finally fucks into him with hard snaps of his hips, but still Wooyoung can’t do anything but scramble for something to grab onto — he is so far gone it does not even cross his mind to take out the gag from his mouth. San, bent over Wooyoung’s prone body, his chest heaving from exertion, skin glistening from sweat. Wooyoung’s cries as his dick rubs against the sheets underneath with every brutal thrust.

You watch it all, heat prickling through your veins as San and Wooyoung envelop nearly all your senses just by letting you be their quiet witness again.

The sight of San using Wooyoung for his own pleasure. Their moans and whines filling your ears, the heady smell of sex saturating the air; even the mattress bouncing underneath you in time with San’s pace. You reach down between your legs for a swipe of San’s cum, just to get a taste as well, but you’re met with the soft pang of disappointment to find it has already dried and crusted on your thighs.

But the disappointment can’t last, not when San takes mercy on Wooyoung and slams into his prostate with every thrust, Wooyoung’s muffled yet loud cries echoing through your bedroom.

“Come on, that’s what you wanted, right?” San goads him, a thick vein protruding in his neck. His voice is shaky from the strain, low and rough. “I know you got jealous, watching me fuck her. You couldn’t wait to get fucked like that yourself. That tight hole filled up with my cock, my hand on your neck. Well, now you got it,” he spits, tightening his grip, pressing the side of Wooyoung’s face into the mattress again. “Show some fucking gratitude and cum for me.”

Gratitude comes with a choked keen, with struggled bucks of Wooyoung’s hips; his cock still trapped between his stomach and your bed as he falls apart under San’s command. His knuckles are white from how hard he clutches at the sheets, eyes squeezed shut and face streaked with sweat, saliva and tears.

Slowly Wooyoung’s stifled moans die down into weak whimpers, his limp body feebly rocked up-and-down as San chases his own high.

“Haa, fuck fuck—” San folds over, burying his face between Wooyoung’s shoulder blades as he finds his release, spilling with stuttered thrusts until finally he collapses completely. He only barely manages to catch himself, sliding next to Wooyoung instead of crushing him under his weight.

You release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, still drinking in every detail of the two men entangled. San tries to catch his breath, running a soothing hand over Wooyoung’s back. Carefully he turns Wooyoung onto his back, who moans but lets himself be moved around by San’s strong hands. San props himself up on an elbow as he leans over Wooyoung to peel your underwear from his mouth and toss it aside, then plant a tender kiss on Wooyoung’s puffy lips.

“You okay?” San asks quietly, brushing sweaty strands of hair out of Wooyoung’s face.

Wooyoung only nods at first, like he’s still a little stunned, but then he manages to find his voice. “Fuck yeah, I’m okay. That was… fuck,” he groans, hoarse but emphatic. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?”

San lets out a breathless laugh at the sudden declaration of affection. “So much that you hung up on me before I could even get my hand down my pants!”

“You know me, that’s how I express my affection,” Wooyoung mumbles tiredly, while he reaches out a hand at you, beckoning you to come cuddle.

You do exactly that while San gets you all some water, grabbing an energy bar for himself. (You don’t even eat those, but somehow San’s favourite snacks have sneaked their way into your home anyway.) Then he comes to join you and Wooyoung in the middle of your cuddle, where you both get to use San’s chest for its rightful purpose; a comfy pillow to rest your weary head.

Still, in the peaceful quiet of the aftermath, you can’t help but take a moment to observe San, take stock of his condition.

What you see is reassuring; San is tired, but the right kind of tired. His eyes are clear and shining, a slow smile playing on his face as he leisurely plays with Wooyoung’s hair and brushes his fingers over your arm in small, soothing patterns.

San raises an eyebrow in question when he notices you looking. “Hey, got something on your mind?”

You huff a small laugh, not sure where to even begin answering that.

“That was amazing,” you smile at him, “but… you were wrong about Wooyoung.”

“Hm? Wrong how?” San asks, confused, while Wooyoung perks up in curiosity.

“You said he was a bad influence,” you explain. “Not true. He was a good one. A really good one.”

“I was?” Wooyoung asks, equally confused.

San raises a playful eyebrow. “You’re gonna have to explain that one to me, baby.”

So you do. You explain how you’d been nervous about pushing San too hard, how Wooyoung reminded you to trust San, trust him to know and guard his own limits. Helping you past that mental block, reviving the knowledge that San enjoys this type of play as much as you do.

San listens intently, his fingers idly combing through Wooyoung’s hair and squeezing at the nape of his neck — affectionately, this time. Wooyoung listens too, his eyes shimmering at you. You’d half-expected him to preen and giggle at your praise, or to badger San for being too tough on him, but instead he is quiet; touched by your recognition that his encouragement was about more than just being bratty for a bit of fun.

Wooyoung lightly pinches your side as you finish speaking; a gesture you’ve come to recognise as a substitution for when he wants to kiss you outside of sex, just like how San likes to rub his cheek against your shoulder or the side of your head. Small ways they’ve found to meet you halfway while staying within your comfort zone; enabling them to show their physical affection without crossing any hard boundaries. Something warm flourishes in your chest at the gesture, feeling safe and cherished.

“Yeah, let’s be very clear,” San says when you finish talking. “Really, I don’t put up with being a hard dom just to make you and Wooyoung happy. I mean, obviously I wouldn’t go there if you weren’t into it,” he adds quickly, like you didn’t literally witness him breaking down at the mere thought of hurting you or Wooyoung, “but yeah, I like doing this too.”

“Oh, I know, that was more than obvious today!” you grin. “I just needed reminding. This was a great reminder.” In more ways than one.

San chuckles, shaking his head — but then a mischievous gleam sneaks into his eyes. “Well… I might have a little something then. In case you ever need to refresh your memory in the future.”

Your brow furrows in confusion, and you exchange a look with Wooyoung while San reaches to grab for his phone, then settles back down. He holds his phone so you and Wooyoung can see the screen, and your eyes widen when he pulls up the most recently made video.

On it, you can just barely see enough of San’s surroundings to know he is standing in a public bathroom stall — but more importantly, you can perfectly see how his jeans are undone, pulled down just enough to release his cock. He is hard and aching, jerking himself off with quiet moans, desperately trying to keep the noise down.

“Fuck, Sannie, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Wooyoung says breathlessly, sounding almost proud.

“What else was I supposed to do, walk out with a massive boner just like that?” he sighs, shaking his head.

Your cheeks are on fire as you watch how the San on the screen groans tightly when he spills into some tissue-paper, almost doubling over. Instant heat pools between your thighs, and you press your face into San’s chest with a moan, suddenly so turned on again that you don’t know what to do with yourself.

San chuckles, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. “So you like that, huh?”

“San,” you groan against his chest, “you have no fucking idea how badly I want to go down on you in a public bathroom. Like. Right now.”

“Hm. Cute,” he has the audacity to say, while Wooyoung’s laugh cackles to life next to you.

Lesson learned. No need to worry about teasing San too much.

#whiway #prev tags: when you said they’re ‘so used to each other’ ohmygod that got me all gooey pls that’s such a tender way of phrasing it 〒▽〒#PUSSY DRUNK WOOYOUNG IS ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS EVER ASKDJAKJDSKJ he will NEVER get out of there if he doesn’t have to (っ˘ڡ˘ς)#hehe SO convenient for San that Woo and reader just left their clothes lying around ( •̀ ω •́ )✧#FOR REAL I’M ON THE FLOOR FROM YOUR TAG-YELLING ASDKJAKDJSKJ THANKYOUUUUUUUUUU (ノ*°▽°*)#q

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❀ character: Chuuya Nakahara

❀ tw: MINORS DNI 18+ sexual explicit content (fem reader) : pet names, cursing, slight bondage, praises, 'baby', 'princess', he's so in love w you!!!

❀ note: Getting back into writing woooo!! let me know what you think hehe, more Chuuya stuff coming, because I am forever in love with that man (っ˘ڡ˘ς) (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

❀ word count: 3.5k

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‘I thought I told you to stay home’ Grumbled Chuuya from under his blankets. His forehead shone with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes glistening with sickness. His gaze was inevitably glued to you who leaned near his bedside table preparing what seemed like his medicine. He thanked whatever god was out there for the warm, thick blanket covering him, because the way you bent over measuring his medicine would be the death of him. The short skirt you wore left little to none to the imagination. He tried desperately to look away, but the curves of your ass were barely covered with that baby blue lace, which only made it harder for him to pry his gaze away.

It was as if you were doing this on purpose, trying to rile him up. As you neared him holding the cup containing the foul smelling liquid, he propped himself up, blanket pooling at his waist. His chiselled chest exposed, he could feel his heart trash around his chest. His cold really wasn’t that bad to be honest, it was more so the way your every move or glance had his heart leaping that kept him on edge.

‘You didn’t have to do all this, I'm fine.’ Chuuya muttered, his voice raspier now, almost sounding like a growl. His slight fevered state only heightened his awareness of you, and your every movement truly only seemed designed to torment him.

You gave him a small, teasing smile as you handed him the medicine. ‘I couldn’t leave you like this,’ you said, your voice soft and sweet, but there was a knowing gleam in your eyes. You knew exactly what you were doing, how much power you held over him in this moment. Chuuya’s hand trembled slightly as he took the cup from you, his fingers brushing yours in a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He mentally cursed himself for being so reactive, his whole being putty in the palm of your hand. He downed the medicine quickly, wincing at the bitter taste, his eyes falling back on you.

Sitting on the bed next to him, you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, leaning forward. A concerned expression covered your face as you checked his temperature. Chuuya’s gaze flickered to your exposed cleavage, feeling himself get dizzy for a hot second. Scoffing, he turned his gaze away, cheeks almost matching his fiery hair.

He fought so damn hard to keep his gaze elsewhere, anywhere but there. But it was impossible. The way your shirt dipped, the curves of your breasts… He squeezed his eyes shut, frustrated by the growing storm raging inside him.

‘Chuuya you’re so red, are you alright?’ He blinked, looking back at you, the same sly smile covering your features. God- You were so close, he felt as if he was hallucinating. His heart raced as you leaned in, your face hovering inches from his. The warmth of your breath ghosted over his skin, making his already fevered body feel like it was burning up from the inside out. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but the way your eyes sparkled with amusement.

‘I told you I’m fine,’ he muttered, though his voice betrayed him with a slight tremble.

‘Just… feeling a bit hot.’ he added quickly, though he knew it wasn’t just the cold making him feel this way. You smiled, your fingers gently brushing through his ginger locks .

"Maybe you need something to cool down then, take your mind off this cold." you teased, your voice soft and soothing, but there was an underlying tension that neither of you could ignore. Chuuya felt torn between wanting to pull you closer and trying to maintain some level of composure.

‘You're… making this hard,’ he said, his voice shaking slightly. He was rapidly losing his composure. His eyes flickered, desperately searching for a distraction, but you had him completely cornered. His body felt heavy from both the cold and the undeniable tension crackling between the two of you. You were close—too close—and every fibre of his being was aware of it. The sound of your soft breathing, the scent of your perfume, and the warmth that radiated from you made his pulse quicken.

‘Oh really? How so?,’ you replied, your tone light, but your eyes betrayed a deeper understanding of the effect you had on him. Chuuya gulped, his sapphire eyes completely lost in yours. His cock was hard, oh so embarrassingly hard after not even a single touch from you. The blanket somewhat hid it a little, but he fidgeted under the covers, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. He gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his composure, but your proximity and the way your eyes sparkled with mischief weren’t helping.

‘You know exactly what you’re doing,’ he growled softly, the frustration in his voice evident. He wasn’t just battling this stupid cold anymore; he was attempting an unwinnable fight against his body right now. It was utterly betraying him, the blanket now doing little to conceal his hardening cock. He shifted, trying to find some comfort, but every movement only seemed to create delicious friction that his body desperately craved.

‘Maybe I do, but do you mind?’ You cooed, your hand softly cupping his cheek as you leaned forward again, your gaze catching his. His cheeks caught on fire at the softness of your hand and your cleavage once again in full display for him. Your touch felt both featherlight and electrifying at the same time, and Chuuya knew he was damn well already under your spell. It was no news to him though, he had always been fond of you.

‘I-’ He paused, silently cursing himself for how utterly desperate his voice sounded ‘I… don’t mind’ He admitted, gaze quickly looking off to the side as if avoiding yours trying desperately to hide his feelings. His chest tightened, and for a moment, panic seized him. Did he really just admit how much he wanted you?

He feared the cold had lowered his defence, fearing to spill even more of his heart to you in the midst of something happening. It wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing, it was quite the opposite actually. He couldn’t even recall the number of times he found his gaze drifting to you naturally, wondering how your lips would taste on his, how you’d feel clawing at his back as he made sweet sweet love to you, but more importantly how it would feel to call you his.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut a knife, as you gazed at him intently. Your teasing look subtly transformed into one of pure admiration hinting to something much deeper, your feelings for him shining like a lighthouse into the dark sea.

‘Chuuya, can I… touch you?’ Your voice was sweet, contrasting with your other hand trailing down his chest, deliriously close to the hem of his underwear. There was no mistaking the tent in his boxers by now, visible even through the thick blanket. Chuuya felt his face heat up, feeling completely exposed, his throat dry. Mind reeling, he nodded eagerly — a little too eagerly — eliciting a small smile from you. There was nothing more he wanted on this earth than to to feel the subtle touch of your fingers against his skin, or your pretty mouth wrapped around his dick. Stop.

God— He was so desperate, for your touch feeling as if this cold only intensified the sensitivity of his body. His hands clenched the blanket, desperate for something to ground him, but nothing could quell the ache. He felt like his mind was spinning, insides twisting as his eyes were glued to your hand, and how with each passing second it neared where he needed you most.

‘W-Wait-’ Chuuya’s voice trembled as his fingers wrapped around your wrists, halting you in your movement. His mind snapped, actions registering before he could even wrap his mind around what even he was going to say. His body was on fire, every nerve alive conflicting with both his sickness and the sheer desire for you, but there was something prevailing on his mind. He couldn’t let himself give in, not without saying what had been on his mind for so long.

‘I can’t… I have something to say.’ His voice was low, a rough whisper full of frustration and vulnerability. He squeezed his eyes shut, cursing himself for feeling so exposed. This wasn’t how he imagined pouring his heart out, no never in a million years. But the cold, the heat of your body, your soft touches—it had all stripped away his usual defences.

Your expression softened, your hand still resting on his chest, fingers curling lightly against his heated skin. ‘What is it Chuuya?’ you asked, your voice gentle.

He opened his eyes, sapphire depths meeting yours, and in that instant, something broke free inside him. ‘I… Fuck- I care about you okay? Like, really care about you. And not just in the way you’re probably thinking right now.’ He glanced down, his face flushed with both fever and embarrassment, but he forced himself to meet your gaze again and keep on going. He could not allow himself to get intimate with you if you did not return his feelings — he was not like that. The memories would haunt him for life if he did.

‘I’ve thought about this moment—I mean, us—more times than I can even remember. And it’s not just about wanting you physically, though Fuck- God knows I do.’ He paused, exhaling a shaky breath, his length straining against the thin material of his underwear as if to prove his statement. The words were spilling out of his mouth before he even had time to think about them, but his heart was being truthful right now, so vulnerable.

‘I can’t stand the thought of someone else with you - I need you all to myself. I want all of you to myself, not just tonight, not just because I'm sick and you’re there. But for real’

He let out a sigh of frustration, feeling as if he couldn’t express the depth of his feelings properly. Running a shaky hand through his hair, his eyebrows furrowed, cheeks reddening as he looked off toward the dim light of his bedside table.

‘I just… I love you a lot, that's what I'm trying to say..’ He admitted, his voice cracking slightly at the end, and his grip on your wrist loosened. He let out a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he swore he felt like he was on the verge of a heart attack. There was a silence and Chuuya swore that these were the longest five seconds of his life. He had battled the most fearsome enemies in Yokohama, but nothing scared him more than meeting your gaze right now, to be faced with the truth of your feelings.

‘Chuuya…’ your melodic voice rang through his ear, and he bit down on his lips, feeling your hand cup his cheek once again. Leaning into your touch, his lashes fluttered close for an instant, basking into your warmth. It felt good really, to pour his heart out, like an indescribable weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

‘I love you too, I always have. I wouldn’t have come here to take care of you, or proposed this, if I wasn’t feeling the same’ Chuuya’s gaze flew to meet yours. Did he heard you right? Or had the fever finally gone to his head making him hallucinate? His face now matching with his fiery hair, he exhaled another shaky sigh, mouth parting and closing trying to find the right words to say.

‘I- Damn it- Need’ you so bad’ It was like he had been given the golden key that unlocked the gates to heaven, and he knew he couldn’t wait anymore. Knowing that you felt the same, his long fingers intertwined with yours, pushing you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you. Pining both your wrists above your head, his body faintly glowed red, his gravity-manipulation ability forcing a gentle weight on your wrists, rendering you unable to move them.

You couldn’t help but let your gaze fall on the way his cock absolutely strained against the material of his underwear. A wet spot adorned the front of his boxer, the shadow it created only amplifying the wetness between your legs.

Struggling against the invisible restraints, your doe eyes met his. ‘Chuuya, you’re the one who should be resting. C’mon let me touch you..’ You cooed, desperately wanting to pleasure him first, but he was not like that. Even if he was at death's door you would come first, so it was not like a silly little cold would change any of that.

‘Waited too long, need to have you. This cold can go to hell.’ He mindlessly babbled, as his lips found refuge in the crook of your neck, before capturing yours in a heated kiss. His fingers grazed your skin as if he was afraid you might disappear any second, the scene unfolding before him feeling like a dream. He was so afraid that he’d wake up to square one, needing to ground himself deeply into reality.

The kiss was desperate, full of the longing he’d kept hidden for so long. He poured every ounce of his feelings into it, his lips moving against yours in a tender yet demanding way. Your body arched beneath him, pressing into his touch, but his ability kept you pinned down firmly against the mattress. You moaned in the kiss, tongues twirling as he pulled away, thumb resting on your bottom lip.

‘Open up for me, would you, doll?’ A hint of command prickled in his words, your lips parted almost instantly and before you knew it, he had leaned forward his spit dribbling down into your mouth.

‘Good girl, such a good girl to me’ His voice was hoarse, rough with lust, his gaze almost midnight blue by now. He could tell he had long gone and lost his composure, his raw instincts taken over. Swallowing his spit, you moaned, lifting your legs to wrap them around his hips. Chuuya felt his brain short-circuit when your clothed core pressed against his length, the warmth and sheer wetness making him see stars. Cursing under his breath, a strand of his ginger hair slipped past his shoulder as his cheeks flushed. Fingers digging your skin, his knuckles turned white, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips. Lashes fluttering shut, your head fell back against the pillowcase, beads of sweat trickling down your cleavage. Your skirt had riled up, exposing your panties and bare juicy thighs, your voice resonating through the room.

‘Need you inside me’ You whimpered out, and Chuuya swore he could cum from your pleading voice alone. Your pussy was quivering begging for any type of friction, feeling your walls clench around nothing had you going mad.

‘Fu-Fuck yea okay- I got you princess’ Normally he thought he’d have made you wait a bit more for it, but he truly didn't have it in himself to make you wait. Was it because you looked so utterly vulnerable beneath him under the spell of his ability, or maybe it was simply because he had daydreamed about this moment for so long that he felt like waiting was not even an option. He had no idea, but he knew he needed your soft walls around him. Positioning his length, Chuuya shoots you another bashful glance.

‘Hey.. you sure you’re okay with this?’ He asked, as if trying to ground himself that this was really reality, that you truly wanted him. It still felt surreal to him somehow. You nodded, arching your back

‘Please Chuuya’ Your begging felt like sweet music to his ears, his long fingers quickly discarded your panties, his eyes glued to your soaked cunt.

‘So wet- God, you’re so beautiful” Rocking your hips against his, Chuuya hissed, his eyes rolling in the back of his skull. Pressing his body forward he gently started filling you up inch by inch. He felt small whimpers threaten to escape his parted lips, his breathing uneven already. The stretch felt delicious, your walls fluttered against his cock nestling comfortably inside you. The ache was so good, his cock filling you up so perfectly. Leaning his forehead against yours, he never once broke eye contact as his hips started moving.

‘Takin’ me so well, look at your pretty pussy’ He rasped, his sapphire gaze glued to the way your cunt swallowed him whole, a thin ring of cum already coating his dick. He felt like he was floating. Building rhythm, Chuuya couldn't help but moan seeing you so vulnerable under him. As much as he absolutely loved seeing you struggle against the invisible restraints of his ability, he desperately needed your hands all over him. The faint crimson glow of his ability subsidised as you regained control over your arms, as a dusted blush covered his face.

‘Touch me.. Please’ He begged shyly, and you couldn’t help but comply. His shy side was so endearing to you. He never showed it to anyone, considering it somewhat of a weakness, but it made you want to do anything and everything for him. Legs wrapped around his waist, your hips met his at a rough pace, your hands leaving no skin untouched. You were impatient. Impatient to have him coat your walls white with his cum, needing him all to yourself. Your hands trailed up his chest, nails clawing at his skin before bringing him down for a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced with each other, saliva mingling as his hot breath fanned against your lips. He broke the kiss from time to time to release whimpers and grunts, mindlessly blabbing how much he loved and adored you.

His pace was ruthless, never once stopping for a breather, before his long fingers gripped the underside of your knees angling you up. You yelped as the Executive’s pace increased tenfold, hitting your sweet spot instantly as if he’d known your body since the beginning of time. You were completely impaled on his cock, the sudden thrusts of his hips making your eyes water in pleasure, moans of his name endlessly pouring from your lips.

Feeling the inevitable coil in his stomach about to snap, his thumb met your pearl needing to make you cum on his dick before he could even begin to think about releasing deep into you.

‘My pretty girl.. C’mon give it to me’ His soft words doubled with the way he looked at you were more than enough to make you unravel under him. A choked out whimper leaves your lips as the overstimulation from his dick’s relentless pace and thumb over your clit has you gushing beneath him.

‘That’s right- cum on on my cock baby-’ His breath fanned against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tingling your skin like wildfire. The feeling of your walls fluttering around his length inevitably sent him spiralling as well as he halted, cockhead kissing your cervix, hips stuttering. Mind hazy, a silent cry escaped his parted lips, as one of his hands grasped yours in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Intertwining his fingers with yours he huffed and puffed heavily.

‘I-I’m gonna-’ He stuttered trying to warn you, beads of sweat dripping down his fair skin and you swore that in this moment he never looked this beautiful. It wasn’t long until your pussy was filled to the brim with his cum, feeling him softly collapse on top of you, his head on your chest.

Your heartbeat was so soothing as he tried catching his breath. Your fingers tangled in his orange locks, gently caressing his scalp. Looking up to meet your gaze, he felt on cloud 9, one of his hands coming to caress your cheek.

‘I love you so much..’ he whispered earnestly, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead. Eyes falling on your exposed cunt, he couldn't help but notice the way a mix of both your juices dribbled down your thigh. A surge of heat rushed over his whole body at the realisation that he released deep - deep inside your pussy. Something primal light up inside him, his eyes darkening again. Long fingers tilting your pretty fucked out face to meet his, he looked at you silently. He needed more - He had waited way too long to have you and now he was insatiable. He could be greedy right? Just for tonight?

Feeling his dick harden again at the sight before him, Chuuya looked off to the side at the clock on his wall. 1:07 am, it indicated.

He had all night after all, he’d just rest tomorrow. This cold truly could go to hell.

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