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dawn-iscozy · 14 hours ago

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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ x ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 12.5k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: more sleepy mingi, more simping (i’m so down bad for these boys if it wasn’t already made obvious), sannie likes to dote and dresses oc, so does jongho in his own way, mingi and wooyoung are little shits, but they’re cute so it’s okay, group date!!, new female oc, pink hwa, hwa playing animal crossing, (temporary 😔) scene boy yeosangie, descriptions of rora’s hair (ginger and blonde cause she’s a self-insert yall🙃), rora wears a dress, yeosang really likes the dress and it makes him a shy boy, S M U T, yet another threesome, use of a toy, yeosangie gives switch vibes at moments, yeosang REALLY likes rora’s thighs, jongho is in charge yup, and he insists on very explicit consent, face sitting, incorrect use of a belt, possibly slight mxm (sorry not sorry), masturbation, definitely more that needs to be added, let me know if there is

TAG LIST: @kaleigh-2002 @stickystickyjam (if anyone else wants to be added, drop a comment or a message and i'll gladly add you!)

A NOTE: i literally JUST finished writing this and haven't really gone over the later half of this part much, so if there's anything not mentioned in the warnings, typos, or anything that doesn't make sense...let me know so i can fix it! enjoy, and pleasepleaseplease let me know what you think! 😊🫶

♡ 18+ - smut - MDNI ♡

Wooyoung hogged her attention until one of the others heard him trying to sneak her down the hall and into his bedroom. He wasn’t very sneaky about it, giggling and pressing wet kisses into her skin loud enough they echoed off the walls. Mingi, apparently now ready to be awake and presumably hearing Wooyoung’s commotion, opened Yunho’s bedroom door, catching Wooyoung in the act.

He stared for a moment, blinking bleary eyes at the two of them before stealing her right out of a protesting Wooyoung’s arms. His movements were slow, sloppy, but Wooyoung didn’t make a move to stop his friend, complaining aloud even as he helped steady her when Mingi’s large frame stumbled, hand warm on her bare shoulder before retreating a step back.

“Morning, Mingi.” She laughed, ignoring Wooyoung’s petulant huffing and puffing behind her in favor of throwing her arms around Mingi’s broad shoulders. “I thought you would sleep longer.”

Mingi hummed, holding her tighter against his warm chest. “Couldn’t go back to sleep,” he said, fumbling his grip around her waist to ensure her towel stayed in place. “Missed you. Yuyu wouldn’t let me cuddle him.”

“Poor baby,” she cooed, pressing a kiss to his chin. “Just need attention all the time, hmm?”

A sound bubbled up in his throat that sounded suspiciously like a whine, his head swinging in a sleepy left and right that had her laughing.

“Don’t deny it, you needy thing,” she teased, letting her fingers sift through his messy hair, working through the tangles in an attempt to get the strands to lay properly on his head. “It’s cute.”

“M’not cute,” Mingi murmured, brows pulling down low over his eyes and full lips pushing out in a pout that entirely defeated his disagreement.

Her brows rose, and she hummed. “Funny, Yeosang said the exact same thing earlier,” she said. “You can be cute and also be handsome or cool or sexy or whatever else you wanna be, you know.”

“You’ve got a point,” he admitted, but his brows were still furrowed and his lips still pouted.

“D’you wanna cuddle until Jongho comes back with my clothes?” Rora asked, unable to stop herself as she dotingly smoothed down his sleep mussed hair again.

That brightened him up, brows rising high on his forehead and eyes practically disappearing behind the big gummy smile he shot at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” she said, melting against him when his arms tightened around her middle. Wooyoung let out a noise, and she looked back at him, giggling at his disgruntled expression. “Of course you can join too, Youngie. We were going to your room anyway, right?”

“Fuck yeah,” he quickly agreed, grabbing both of them by the arms, forcing them to stumble the rest of the way down the hall to his opened bedroom door and pushing them into a giggling heap atop his still very unmade bed.

“You can just use your words, you know.” Rora laughed as he pushed and pulled her and Mingi around on the bed.

He huffed and continued what he was doing, shuffling the blankets around to cover them once everyone was where he wanted them. “That’s not nearly as fun,” he murmured, settling down to one side of Mingi, throwing an arm and a leg around his larger friend. His fingers wrapped lightly around hers, pulling until her arm was snuggly around Mingi’s chest, fingers linked with Wooyoung’s.

They stayed like that, her and Wooyoung wrapped around a very happy Mingi, for at least an hour. Long enough that the other friends seemingly took turns stopping by the room to check on them. Long enough for Jongho and San to finish up at her apartment, come back, and start looking for her.

She squealed when a broad shouldered man ran into the room to jump across the three of them, the two men laying on the bed groaning when his weight landed on them. San crawled over his friends to cage her head between two muscular arms. “Hi, darling,” he said, dimples on full display and damp hair hanging over his eyes.

“Hi, Sannie,” she said. “Did you have a good workout?”

He nodded, leaning down to nuzzle her cheek, pressing kisses to her jaw.

“You smell like my shampoo,” she murmured, sniffing at his hair again just to confirm, unable to stop the little flutter of happiness when the familiar jasmine scent filled her senses, undercurrents of almond and shea coming through, mixing pretty well with San’s usual cologne. “And my soap. Did you shower at my place?”

“Mhm. Jongho came before I could shower at the gym and didn’t wanna make him wait too long.” He shifted, settling more into his position atop his friends, easily ignoring their protests and groans of pain. “S’that okay?”

“More than.” She kissed his cheek. “How’s Teddy? He doing okay?”

“He’s fine,” Jongho finally said. Her gaze fell from San’s to watch Jongho walk further into the room. He smiled as he crouched beside her, elbows propped on the mattress to lean closer to her, fingers playing with the strands of her hair that were splayed out on the pillow only to give a playful tug. The sharp gasp that elicited made him laugh, but he soothed the sting in her scalp with a tender touch that had her eyes threatening to flutter closed. “He ate his food and played with Sannie for a little while. He was curled up for a nap in your bed by the time we left.”

“Thank you,” she said. “What clothes did you bring me?”

A smirk crawled onto his face. “None, sorry. Guess you’ll have to stay in that towel.”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes only to pout up at him. “When did you become such a pervert?” she whined.

All he did was laugh, grabbing a bag from the floor. “I found a dress that I remember you wearing to work once a long time ago. Remembered how pretty you looked in it and knew it would drive Yeosangie a little crazy.”

A brow rose in surprise. “Yeosang?”

San huffed out a laugh. “Her thighs look a little extra good in that one, baby bear?”

“Scrumptious, even,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You’re gonna torture the poor guy.” Despite his words, San’s tone was filled with amusement and his chest continued to rumble with laughter.

“Good.” Jongho smirked, eyes still sparkling as they looked down at her. “Now, up you get. Time to get dressed.”

“You’re sadistic,” she grumbled lightheartedly, barely containing the giggle beginning to bubble in her throat. “And bossy.”

“You like bossy,” Mingi and Wooyoung said in unison, sending the two of them into fits of laughter that echoed off the walls and shook the bed.

“Been nothing but sweet to you two all morning and you decide to gang up on me. I see how it is,” she snipped, wiggling her way out from the tangle of limbs and grabby hands.

Jongho handed her the bag he brought, and her brows arched as she shuffled through the contents. A finger hooked through a pair of delicate white lace panties she rarely wore, dangling it in the air as she looked between Jongho and San. “Who decided on this?”

“It was a unanimous decision,” San answered, cheeks flushing and eyes turning into crescents with the shy smile curling at the corners of his lips. “But I suggested also including the matching bra. Wanted to see you in it. Knew you’d look pretty in the full set. And Jongho agreed.”

“Guess I could get dressed here and show you, hmm?” she mused, laughing when all four men agreed with great enthusiasm. Her head tilted, and she looked at Sannie with a tiny smile. “Or would you like to help me wear it? You seem to like the idea of dressing me up.”

Cheeks still pink, he just stared at her from his place on the bed, like he needed a moment to process her suggestion. Then, he was scrambling up from the pile of bodies and pushing a laughing Jongho aside to get to her.

He took great joy in unknotting her towel, strong hands soft on her skin, gaze all but reverent as every inch of her was exposed to everyone in the room. He was gentle in caressing her belly, sneaking around her hips to give her ass a cheeky squeeze that had everyone laughing at her little squeak of surprise.

Quiet murmurs of praise filled her cheeks with pink and had her skin thrumming with the heat of all of their eyes on her. She loved it, even if the initial courage gave way to embarrassment. There was nothing but warmth from each of them, maybe a bit of lust as they skimmed over her nakedness. As they took note of the way her nipples pebbled in the air of the room, how her thighs squeezed together and her arms came around her middle before falling away to allow Sannie to soothe her back into full comfort.

The broad-shouldered man kneeled before her, helping her step into her panties. A mere scrap of lace that disappeared between her cheeks and hugged her hips in a way that she often found herself just that slightest bit too conscious of. But the fabric was soft. Pretty. And she loved the way Sannie’s eyes lit up, warm and soft and all but reverent, when he pulled them up her thighs. As he settled the material over her hips. Loved the way his fingers traced the top of the panties, calloused fingertips smoothing over where they dug into her skin, before trailing up her belly with such tenderness that goosebumps rose in their wake.

The bra came next, nimble fingers sliding the straps up her arms and over her shoulders. “Turn for me?” San murmured, pressing a kiss to her sternum, guiding her hands up to hold the bra in place.

She did as he asked, eyes falling on Jongho. His eyes skimmed over her before coming to rest on her face again. Her breath caught at the look on his face. At the combination of affection and heat there. At the smirk that slowly formed as he took notice of how he affected her.

Hands kneaded at her ass, up her back. Fingers tickled over her ribs before coming to catch the bra hooks to hook them together. Then kisses were trailing down her spine, hands kneading her ass again.

“Fucking love your ass, darling,” San all but whined, teeth sinking into the flesh of one cheek hard enough that she yelped.

“What’s with you and biting me?” she scolded, biting back a giggle as his fingers tickled up her sides again, wiggling away from him until he gripped her hips to pull her back to him.

“Stop being so biteable,” he murmured, pressing kissed over where, no doubt, an imprint of his teeth was embedded in her skin, making her shudder in his hold. “Sorry, darling. That one might bruise.”

A knock came at the door, and she turned to see Hongjoong there, arms crossed over his chest but a smile on his face as he leaned against the door frame. Yeosang peeked in over his friend’s shoulder, freezing when he spotted her. She shivered at the way his lips parted. How his eyes raked over her, teeth trapping his bottom lip. His eyes caught hers for a moment, cheeks reddening, before he disappeared from the doorway altogether.

“Hwa’s appointment is in half an hour,” Hongjoong said when her attention came back to him, already turning to leave, glancing over his shoulder with a little grin. “We gotta leave in 10 minutes if we want to make it in time.”

Rora giggled when three of the four men in the room grumbled and whined at their older friend’s words. “Are you done, Sannie? Or are you gonna help me with my dress too?”

San hummed, reaching to pull the dress from the bag and carefully pulling it over her head. It was a soft fabric, sage green and dotted with little daisies, with thin straps and a square neckline that outlined her breasts well. She had to agree with Jongho, too. It did frame her legs nicely, flaring out in an a-line at the top of her hips and falling just far enough on her thigh, where she wished every shorter piece of clothing she owned would stop but almost never would wear out in public.

She felt pretty in it, felt pretty under their gazes and unfiltered praises, giggling as she was pulled back down into the cuddle pile. Mingi and Wooyoung littered her with kisses until Mingi got too excited and caught her mouth with his own, stealing her breath and gripping her close to him until she had to thread her fingers in his hair and tug to pull him away.

He looked entirely unrepentant. Particularly smug as his eyes roamed over her face to take in the flush of her cheeks and the wet shine of her lips. Even as San and Wooyoung tackled him away from her and into a bout of playful wrestling and tickling that had the larger man shrieking with laughter. Jongho helped her from the bed just in time, as the three of them rolled right into the spot that she had been laying in.

She giggled in his hold, letting him sweep her from the room and down the hall, where her dates were likely waiting for her. Jongho cleared his throat, hands disappearing from her skin and into the pockets of his sweats. “I have a cardigan you can borrow to wear over your dress,” Jongho suggested, chin hooking over her shoulder as they shuffled awkwardly closer to the living area. “So you don’t get cold.”

“I love how I don’t even have to steal clothes from any of you. You all just offer them up without anyone even asking,”

“So you don't get cold,” Jongho reiterated, but when she glanced back at him, his eyes were looking forward, refusing to look in her direction, and the red in his ears was traveling to his cheeks.

“Just admit you like when I wear your clothes, bear.” Her lips pressed against a pink-dusted cheek. “I’m not gonna say no.”

He pushed her to sit on the sofa, hands gentle and face sulky, and left her in the living room. There was clattering in the kitchen, shuffling, the rustling of clothing. Curiosity got the best of her, and she turned to see Seonghwa looking through the fridge while Yeosang adjusted and fussed over his clothes. He was dressed in a simple white shirt tucked into belted light-wash jeans, but he looked incredible. Flashes of skin caught her eyes, the bulging and flexing of arms, as he pulled at his t-shirt to look it over. Seonghwa murmured something that she couldn’t quite catch, but whatever he said made Yeosang relax and let his shirt go. Until he turned to the living room and tensed up again, seeming to startle upon seeing her seated on the sofa. How he didn’t hear her and Jongho coming in, she wasn’t sure. But it was endearing, nonetheless.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, Yeosangie,” she said, pulling a leg up onto the sofa to tuck it beneath her, watching in awe as his eyes tracked her movements, locking in on the way her thigh expanded upon settling against the cushion. Pretty lips parting again, a flash of pearly white teeth and pink tongue. Eyes so surprisingly intense for a long moment, she couldn’t breath. Not until he startled, looking away when Jongho came back into the room, a soft looking sweater folded over his arm.

Jongho laughed at Yeosang upon his arrival, taking in his friend’s flustered face, how his eyes darted away from everyone in the room. Jongho’s knowing, satisfied look sent her giggling as she took the cream cardigan from his outstretched hand.

Seonghwa sighed, letting the refrigerator door fall closed, arms stretching over his head as he turned, the loose sleeves of his open-knit sweater pooling at his elbows and the bottom lifting to show a sliver of taut tummy. The cream color of it made him look soft, cozy, and had him nearly glowing in the late morning light. Looking like an angel, him and Yeosang both.

A smile crossed Seonghwa’s lips when he saw her sitting on the couch. His face was soft, eyes shining under the kitchen lights, hair falling into his eyes as his head tilted. “There’s nothing to really eat here. How about we order some food and have it delivered to the salon?” Her stomach answered for her, grumbling at the thought of food, and he laughed, head tipping back just enough to emphasize the pretty line of his neck, the golden glint of a delicate chain gleaming over the ridges of his collarbones. “I’ll order it on the drive there,” he said, voice soft, trembling with lingering laughter.

“Hmm?” She turned to see Hongjoong walking into the room, face shining with what she assumed to be a layer of not-yet-set skincare. He looked both put together and casual in a button-up and ripped black jeans, hair messy on his head, pushed back by a pair of sunglasses.

“You’re driving so I can order us food,” Seonghwa said.

Hongjoong nodded, picking at his shirt and adjusting the way it fit on his frame. “You still have my card info on your delivery app, right? You’re already paying for the salon - charge the food to my card. And make sure to get some coffee.”

Seonghwa flustered for a moment, mouth opening and closing before he finally sighed, lips tipping up into a little smile. Affectionately defeated, like he knew it wouldn’t be worth it to fight his friend on the matter but he appreciated the offer nonetheless. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Joong.”

Hongjoong hummed, looking around at everyone as he re-tucked the front of his button up into his jeans. The move should have been awkward, but as his gaze locked with her own, deft fingers adjusting his belt, she couldn’t help but swallow. The corner of his mouth went up, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Are we all ready to go?” he asked.

The three men started making their way to the front door, taking turns to slip into their shoes at the entrance, and she turned to Jongho, who had been silently standing near the couch the whole time. Rora tucked his cardigan closer to her chest as she stood, leaning into him to plant a lingering kiss on his cheek. “See you later, bear,” she said.

“Have fun, precious,” he murmured, smoothing his thumb over her jaw lightly.

She hummed. “Don’t miss me too much,” she teased, giggling when he rolled his eyes.

“Go before he drags you to his cave and keeps you for himself,” Wooyoung interrupted, cackling and running back down the hallway when Jongho turned to him.

♡♡♡

The drive was quiet, interrupted only by Seonghwa asking soft questions about what everyone would like from a bagel place he promised was good (Sannie tested and everything). The order was placed and they were just waiting for the driver to pick up and deliver. As soon as they got to the shop, Seonghwa was greeted with a hug and a warm call of his name by a ball of energy with short, colorful hair and sick graphic liner. “How’ve you been, Hwa?” The person asked, pulling back to look at his face, gloss-slicked lips pulling up into a grin. “Are you ready to finally go pink?”

With previous partners, she might have felt uncomfortable. Not jealous, really. And maybe she was a bit uncomfortable at that moment. But it felt more like usual first-date jitters. The usual meeting-a-new-person, twist in her stomach. The typical about to make a change to her appearance that she gets every time she goes for a haircut, tries on a new piece of clothing, or experiments with makeup.

“So ready,” he confirmed, lips stretching into a wide, pretty smile. He took a step away from the person, looking behind his shoulder to catch her gaze. His eyes roamed over her face, gauging her reaction, making sure she was okay, seeming to catch the nerves in her posture. His expression softened before he beckoned the three of them further inside. “Naomi, you’ve met Joong, right? He came along on my last appointment. And this is Yeosang and Rora. If it wouldn’t be too much, would you want to have some fun with their hair, too? I’m sorry to just spring this on you. I should have called ahead to ask, but it was a last minute idea and I got too excited.”

“You brought friends!” Naomi’s face practically glowed as she moved a few steps away from him to glance over them. A bubbly little sound came from her lips and her hands clapped together. “Of course I don’t mind! I have nothing else going on today, anyway. You’ve practically booked up my whole day, remember? Come in, come in!”

She was quick in seating them, each of them in a chair, turned to watch her start working on Seonghwa. Hongjoong flip-flopped between dozing off and speaking with her and Yeosang until the food Seonghwa ordered was finally delivered, the coffee taking effect quickly and sending him into a buzz of laughter and conversation that had him twitching in his seat and practically glowing, even under the fluorescent lighting of the salon.

And Yeosang kept glancing at her with flushed cheeks and dark eyes, tongue poking out occasionally, a teasing glimpse of pink that made her heart flutter every time it happened. It took a while for him to loosen up, but before she knew it, he was laughing aloud at jokes and sending shockingly sharp jabs at his friends that sent her laughing aloud.

To her own surprise, she was quick in relaxing into the situation. The three men and Naomi kept the conversations flowing with an ease that she admired, and when they all fell into silence, none of them seemed anxious to fill it. It was comfortable. Like every other interaction she’d had with any eight of these men since meeting them. They were all just so…kind and

Soon, Noami was done slapping thick globs of bleach and foils onto Hwa’s hair with quick, practiced movements until his head was fully covered in aluminum pieces. The hairdresser had barely peeled the gloves from her hands before Seonghwa was moving.

Rora watched in the mirror as Seonghwa pulled his bag into his lap, searching around for something she couldn't quite see. With a triumphant noise, he pulled out a gaming system. His eyes were gleaming under the store lights, enhanced by the glinting of the foils decorating his head. He froze when he saw her looking, face almost guilty "Do you mind if I play?" he asked.

"Not at all," Rora said, containing a giggle when his face immediately brightened up and he wiggled in his seat.

Naomi moved to stand behind her, stealing her attention from the adorably excited man as she moved her fingers through her hair. "What were you thinking of getting done?" Naomi asked, meeting her eyes in the large mirror.

“I’ve been wanting to try a split dye for a while,” she said, eyes sliding from the hairdresser’s face in the mirror to settle on Hongjoong’s. Her cheeks were already warm from the interaction with a new (very pretty) person, but they flamed even brighter when his eyes widened, a smug smile finding home on his lips. She cleared her throat. “Blonde and my natural color.”

“I love it when redheads add some blond,” Naomi said, working a comb through her hair to part it properly down the middle. “You’re wanting a proper half and half split dye, right? One full side of blonde?”

“Yes,” Rora confirmed.

“Are you gonna want a cut too?”

“Please,” she said, laughing lightly. “I need some of this length gone.”

“This is gonna be fun,” she said, clapping her hands together once. “I’m just going to go get everything ready and I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.” Rora murmured, head nodding as she forced herself to relax into the chair again.

As Naomi walked away from her, the hairdresser turned to Hongjoong, who was shifting in his seat and adjusting his hair on his head. “Hongjoong, are you wanting to touch up your own hair again or do you want help this time?” Naomi asked.

He glanced at her over his shoulder with a charming little grin. “I can do it, Naomi. Thank you.”

“I’ll mix you some up too, then,” she said. “Yeosang.” Said man perked up at his name being called. “I’ll get to you in a little bit, okay? Sit tight.” When he nodded his acknowledgment, she disappeared around a corner at the far end of the studio space.

She came back and got started quickly, parting her hair and painting it with bleach with steady, practiced moves. Naomi was halfway through bleaching her hair when their eyes met briefly in the mirror. “Rora,” she said softly, a question already curling up at the end of her words. “How did you come to meet my favorite clients?”

Rora had to pause for a moment, shutting off her phone screen and settling it face down on her lap. “Do you want the full version or a summary?” she asked, swallowing when the eyes of the three men also settled on her, their curious gazes like weights on her face.

“You can tell me whatever you want to tell me. Or you can tell me nothing,” she said sweetly. “I won’t judge or pressure you.”

Rora breathed out through her mouth, slow and steady. “Some of my coworkers talked me into going out after work one Friday evening. Coerced me, more like, but I agreed to go so they would finally just…stop asking and making comments about how I never go out,” she started. “They left me as soon as we got through the door, saying they were going to get drinks or something. But when I made it to the bar, they weren’t there. I couldn’t see them anywhere, so I just sat at the bar, trying to enjoy a drink cause I had worked so hard to dress up and everything. And yeah, I felt like I looked good, yunno? It would have been such a waste to just go home.”

Naomi made a little noise in the back of her throat. “Did you take any pictures?” she asked, leaning closer. “I’m so invested in this now, and I need to properly visualize it.”

Fumbling to flip her phone back around, Rora flipped through the pictures in her phone, flustering further as Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yeosang came over, crowding as close as they dared to see the picture themselves. She found it quickly enough, the full body mirror picture she took just a little too long perfecting before stepping out her door. Her heels, the shiny red of the dress, the dark red pop of her lipstick barely visible behind her phone. It was one of the best pictures she had ever taken of herself.

“Damn, girl, yeah. You looked hot. Definitely would have been a shame to just go home!” Naomi exclaimed. “What happened next?”

Her cheeks flushed at the memories, and she cleared her throat, watching the three men go back to their respective chairs as she thought about the best way to word the rest of the story. “Two of their friends, Wooyoung and San, sat next to me at the bar, asked if I wanted to dance. We had fun, and they made the night so much better than I imagined it would be. One thing led to another, and turns out I’ve been working with one of their other friends, Jongho, for the last year or so. Had met another one that same afternoon, even. Eventually, I met the whole group and apparently, they want me to stick around.”

Naomi hummed, continuing to gently swipe bleach into Rora’s hair. “I don’t know all of them, obviously,” she said. “Or you all that well, for that matter. I’m sorry your coworkers did that to you. That was really shitty of them, and you didn’t deserve that. But I’m glad something good came out of it. If the rest of them are anything like Seonghwa or Hongjoong, they’ve gotta be some really great people.”

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang shifted sheepishly in their chairs, cheeks and ears pink at the praise, and Rora couldn’t help the grin forming on her face. “They are,” she agreed, watching as the three men grew even more flustered under her gaze.

They were at the salon for hours, but the time passed by in a blur of tingling scalp, giggle-filled conversations, and observations she was able to make about the three men. Like how Hongjoong tried to lead conversations, even when he might have been feeling a little awkward, offering to be the bridge to keep things moving smoothly. How Yeosang may have often needed to ask people to repeat things they said but was surprisingly sharp and observant. How Seonghwa got completely lost in his game at one point, gleaming with happiness as he clicked buttons and copied the noises of the little characters on the screen. How the two oldest friends practically coddled Yeosang, casually wiping his face of food crumbs after they all ate or cooing at him adoringly when he did something they deemed particularly cute. How easy it was for them to do such acts, like they had been doing it without thought for years and years. And maybe they have. She didn’t know how long they had known each other, but the closeness of all eight of them spoke of years of friendship and comfort and understanding.

By the end of their salon date, her hair was shorter and half blonde, Hongjoong’s split dye was retouched, Seonghwa’s hair was a gorgeous bubblegum pink that made him glow, and Yeosang’s hair was green with lines of black striked through. He had told Naomi he wanted to try it, but he didn’t want the whole thing to be as permanent. So, they settled on bleaching his hair, dying it green, and having some fun with some hair chalk Naomi had been curious about and was excited to finally be using on someone.

The sun was nearly setting by the time they were all done and Jongho was pulling up outside the salon. Rora grinned at him as he stepped out of the car, adjusting his shirt as he walked closer. “Hi, bear,” she greeted brightly, letting him pull her into a hug, her arms going around his middle.

“Hi,” he greeted, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I like the hair,” he said, pulling back to look her over better, a hand coming up to brush over the freshly bleached half of her head. “It looks good on you.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Abruptly, he pulled away from her and stalked over to his friends, throwing an arm around Yeosang’s shoulders. “You’re coming with us,” he said, manhandling the confused man over to his car. “Say bye, precious.”

Rora tsked, but she couldn’t fight the smile threatening to take over her face as she stepped closer to Hongjoong and Seonghwa. “You leaving us?” Hongjoong asked, arms crossed over his chest.

She looked between them, mirroring Seonghwa’s pout as she nodded. “Mhm,” she hummed, taking a step closer to them. Her head tilted, teeth nibbling her bottom lip before she pressed up to press a kiss to Seonghwa’s and then Hongjoong’s cheek. When she rocked back onto her heels, Hongjoong reached for her, hand around the back of her neck to pull her close. Noses brushing, breath mingling for only a moment, and then his lips were on hers. Soft and firm, pulling a gasp right from her.

Soft fingers were gripping her chin, turning her head until Hongjoong’s lips disconnected from hers, another pair taking his place. Plush, slightly sticky from some gloss or balm. A tongue teased her bottom lip, cherry exploding in her mouth as she opened up for him. Then nothing, eyes still closed and breaths coming from her in soft pants. The warmth of them retreated, and she whined, much to their amusement. Their laughter had warm breath fanning her face as they pressed twin kisses to each of her cheeks.

“Have fun with Jongho and Yeosangie, bunny,” Seonghwa murmured.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she let herself just…look at him for a moment. “The pink looks really good on you, Hwa,” she said, brushing her fingers through his hair, tucking some loose strands behind his ear. “Like, really good.”

His face went soft with his smile. “Thank you, bunny,” he said. “We’ll see you later, okay?”

She nodded, turned, and scurried over to where Jongho was waiting.

“Wanna sit in the back with Sangie, baby?” He phrased it like a question, like he was merely suggesting it. But it seemed more like a demand. One that she found herself excitedly nodding to, allowing him to open the back door and help her inside.

Yeosang watched as she settled in beside him, eyes wide and lips parted as he watched her hook her seatbelt and smooth her dress out over her thighs.

The ride was tense, thick with something that had anticipation bubbling away in her belly. She caught Jongho’s gaze as he glanced back, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, breath hitching at the heat there. His eyes darted over to Yeosang for a moment, the corners of his lips ticking up in a mischievous little smirk.

“Did I make a good pick, Yeosangie?” Jongho asked, eyes glancing back through the rearview mirror when the car came to a stop at a red light. “The dress looks so good on her, doesn’t it?” His voice was low, teasing. Knowing. Bordering on sadistic amusement.

Her thighs squeezed shut, fingers curling in the fabric of her dress.

She could feel Yeosang looking at her, could feel it as he took her in, and she looked over to see his eyes on the bare skin of her legs, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Satisfaction bubbled in her chest, head going hazy with need. Her grip tightened on her dress, inching the material up just the slightest bit more.

A noise fell from his parted lips, strong hands flexing where they rested in his lap.

“You can touch me, Yeosangie,” she murmured, letting her thighs fall open just the slightest bit, shifting in his direction, debating just moving into the middle seat.

It was quiet enough in the car that she heard his breath catch in his throat. Heard the shift in his body as he stilled, as he tensed in his spot on the other side of the car. Her breathy giggle filled the silence, and she took the initiative. Unbuckling her belt, she slid quickly into the middle seat, pulling the new buckle over her lap before anyone was even able to reprimand her.

Yeosang started at that, hands coming up as if to stop her, lips parting on a protest. Whatever he was going to say died in his throat when his palm landed on the exposed skin of her thigh. As if of their own accord, his fingers flexed, gripping the supple flesh enough that it indented and dimpled beneath his touch. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, lips parting again, eyes glued to the way the plush of her thighs spilled between the gaps of his fingers. To the way her skin raised with goosebumps at the gentle scrape of the calluses on his hands and her thighs squeezed together once again, emphasizing the plush of them.

“Fuck,” he finally rumbled out.

Rora giggled, letting her fingers trail up his arm as she leaned closer into his space. “D’you like them, Sangie baby?” she asked. “Like my thighs?”

“So soft,” he breathed out, kneading the skin lightly, fingers teasing between the seam of her legs. He groaned when her thighs parted again, and he gripped the inside of her thigh to pull it closer to him.

Before the tease on the tip of her tongue could be fully realized, Jongho was parking the car and glancing back at them, brows raised knowingly and eyes shining with amusement as he caught her gaze in the rearview mirror. He held her stare as he turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt, only looking away when the click of the buckle seemed to jolt Yeosang into motion.

With quick, shaky movements, he unbuckled their belts, opened the door, and pulled her from the car. He stuck behind her, practically glued to her back as she led the way up to her apartment. Apparently, he couldn’t wait. Hands gripped her hips and turned her around, pushing her back against the door. Hand holding the back of her head, he dipped down to crush his lips against hers.

Her surprised noise was muffled by his mouth, one hand coming up to grip her chin, tugging until her mouth opened up enough for his tongue. She melted right there, forgetting that they were in the hallway of her apartment building, that he had her pressed against her door, fingers bunching the fabric of her dress enough that it inched up her ass.

Yeosang shifted, pressed her harder against the door, one of his strong legs pressing in between her own and the hand holding her head trailing down her back to grip her ass. He groaned into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers as he pulled her closer to his body, sending her grinding down against his thigh.

The sharp gasp that elicited echoed in the hallway, and her cheeks flushed. “We gotta go inside, Sangie,” she murmured.

He grunted, lips trailing down her jaw to nip at her ear. “Code?” he asked, breath fanning down her neck.

A shiver worked down her spine, a moan building in her chest when she shifted against his thigh. She whispered the numbers out, hooking a finger in the belt loops of his pants, letting the fingers of her other hand untuck the bottom of his shirt to find the warm skin of his belly.

The hitch of his breathing was covered by the successful beep of her keypad, and he was crowding her, pushing her through the door. They barely paused to take their shoes off at the entrance, stumbling through her apartment, hands frantically gripping at each other's clothes, skin, hair. It was unlike anything she thought would happen with him. The shy man who flirted but could barely meet her eyes as he did. The man whose hands sometimes shook just as bad as hers and whose ears went red when he caught her staring. This same man, in a hurry to get her inside her apartment, to fuck her as quickly as possible.

It was exhilarating.

Yeosang detached himself from her and pushed her over the edge of her bed. She lifted her knees to perch them on the little bit of metal overhang of her bed frame. Wicked bruises would decorate her skin for weeks to come, but they would definitely be well worth it. Her dress was flipped up and her panties were pulled down just far enough to expose her to the air, a hand pressing into her back to arch her hips higher in the air.

“Fuck - yeah, stay like that for me.” His words were frantic, voice low and tense, and she could feel the shaking of his hands intensifying even as they left her skin. She could barely hear his words over the sound of his zipper and the sound of her own heartbeat. There was a clank as his pants fell to the floor and suddenly his cockhead was slipping through her folds, pressing against her clit then sliding back to lodge at her entrance. "Deep breath, angel. Relax."

Rora inhaled at his words. One, two, and her breath was leaving her lungs entirely. He pressed right in, the stretch nearly too much with no prep. But she could already feel herself dripping, could hear the slick sounds with each flex of his hips forward until they finally rested flat against the roundness of her ass.

"Fuck," he gritted out. "Sorry, angel. I wish I could take my time with you. But I just...." he trailed off, hips flexing in a way that had her whining. He whined in response, right into her ear as he collapsed over her. A hand slid up to push her hair up, fingers tangling in the roots, hot breath panted out against the back of her neck as he took a moment, just fully seated inside her. Teeth nipped, lips sucked, and she hoped he left marks behind. “Your thighs in this fucking dress,” he groaned, pressed his hips forward, ground his cock deep inside her until she keened

The door opened, slammed closed. She and Yeosang flinched at the sound, both moaning as the movement sent pleasure through them, and a chuckle filled the space. "Really just couldn't wait, huh, Sangie?" Jongho mused. “Never seen you so impatient. Not even stopping to greet poor Teddy.”

Yeosang huffed, pushed himself up, the hand on her lower back moving to dig into the plush of her hips and ass, strong enough, tight enough, surely, to leave bruises. The hand in her hair tugging her up into a deeper arch, scalp stinging pleasantly and muscles aching with the effort of holding the position, of having his thick fucking cock bullying its way right into her slick cunt.

His hips retreated, then punched forward strong enough that her knees threatened to slip, but his hold on her was strong, pushing her deeper into the mattress. "O-oh, god," she cried out, hands scrambling for something to grab onto, gripping at her blanket until it wrinkled in her fists.

"There you go," Jongho said from behind them, his voice almost a condescending coo that sent a shiver down her spine. "Fuck her like she deserves, Sangie."

Yeosang’s grip in her hair tightened, and he shifted to properly grip her hip, pulling her back to meet each precise thrust. He was slow with it, taking his time now, making her feel each retreat, letting himself enjoy the way she clenched around him, trying to suck him right back in. Her knees were screaming, already bruising, but her blood was singing, skin vibrating with pleasure. “So good,” she panted out, voice breaking on a moan with a particularly sharp thrust.

She heard shuffling, her bedside drawer opening, a triumphant noise. Then, buzzing filled the air. She felt herself clenching around Yeosang's cock at the mere thought of her vibrator.

"Turn her over, Yeo," Jongho murmured, climbing onto the bed beside her. Before she could turn her head to look at him, she was being pushed further up then flipped onto her back, legs caught in Yeosang's hands, hips just barely on the bed. Her panties were pulled the rest of the way off her legs, and in one smooth push, he filled her once more. He pulled her closer by her thighs, fingers kneading at the plush flesh like he just couldn’t get enough of it.

She cried out, back arching, and Jongho caught her wrists to pull them over her head. Her eyes blinked open, and she watched him as he steadied himself before reaching over her, her small black bullet vibrator in his hand.

Her breath caught. "Fuck!” The word came out as a mere squeak when he pressed the toy over her clit, unable to pull in a full breath. Her head flew back, body twisting like it didn't know whether to arch into the sudden pleasure or away from it. The sensation tore through her so fast, she didn’t even have the time to care about a possible noise complaint from any of her neighbors. It felt too good, was too much. She was almost certain that it was an orgasm, but one was already building up, too quickly for it to have been.

She writhed beneath the two of them, hot under their ministrations. “Need,” she whined. “Need my dress off. Get it off, please.”

Jongho was quick to release her wrists and leave her vibrator sitting precariously against her, shoving the fabric up and off. His hands were gentle on her skin, trailing over her ribcage and breast, pressing just firmly enough that she arched up into his touch. Lips were on hers before the dress was even fully over her head, stealing what little breath she had. Strong fingers cupped beneath her chin, teeth nibbled her lip, a tongue swept into her mouth.

The vibrator was pressed more firmly against her once again, and her hands flew down, gripping Yeosang’s wrists as his pace picked up. She moaned into Jongho’s mouth, thighs shaking around Yeosang’s hips so bad that he had to grip them, push them up until she was nearly folded in half. The angle had him sliding deeper, the vibrator stuck between the slick folds of her cunt and the plush of her thighs, shifting with every harsh thrust.

She would have screamed if it weren’t for Jongho pulling back to slap a hand over her mouth. “Feel good, precious?” he murmured right into her ear. A whine was muffled by his hand, and she nodded, eyes wide, unable to focus on him properly with the pleasure continuing to build. “Gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over Sangie’s cock, baby?”

Her moans, though muffled, continued to raise in pitch beneath his palm, her own hands sliding up her torso. Squeezing her breasts. Coming to settle on her throat, pressing just enough that her eyes threatened to roll back.

“So fucking dirty, baby,” Jongho groaned. “Make her cum, Yeosang. I’ve got a little treat in mind for both of you, but I need you to make her cum first.”

She whined when Yeosang stopped moving and removed the vibrator from her, settling her flat against the bed. “What’s your favorite setting, angel?” he asked, voice low and breathless.

Her hand reached out for the little device, flipping through the settings until she found the one that always left her entirely overwhelmed and seeing stars in mere moments. Yeosang shifted her further up the bed, climbing onto the mattress, thick cock hanging heavy between his strong thighs, still shining with her arousal.

She moaned at the sight, at the next display of strength as he folded her in half again, lifting her hips right off the bed. His cock slid along the backs of her thighs, smearing the skin with her own juices and his sticky precum. Then, he was sliding home in a single, slow thrust that had him brushing over that glorious spot.

The cry of his name was muffled by Jongho’s hand, but Yeosang seemed to hear it all the same, an eyebrow lifting and his lips ticking up smugly as each thrust had him hitting that same spot again and again. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Right there.”

She worked the vibrator down her torso, a slow line down her belly until she could slip her hand between her thighs. Her eyes widened, rolling back, breath catching on a squeal as she pressed it to her clit, whining as she moved it around to find that perfect angle.

“Fuck,” Yeosang gritted out, head tossing back, his neck and chest flushed a glorious pink as her muscles fluttered around his cock.

Rora gripped Jongho’s hand, sliding it from her mouth to rest heavy on her throat. “Sangie,” she whined. “Sangie, please.”

“Tell me what you need, angel,” he breathed, heavy lidded eyes sliding over her face.

“Harder,” she murmured. “Fuck me harder. Please.”

Yeosang cursed, pausing to brace himself better, gripping her thighs tighter. His next thrust into her was harsh but so. fucking. good. The loud gasp it elicited from her was muffled by the grip Jongho took on her throat. It sent her buzzing, floating, soaring. Almost immediately on the brink of cumming.

“Yesyes, Sangie, please,” she panted out, free hand reaching down to grip at his wrist, reveling in the way the muscles of his forearm flexed beneath her touch, how his hold on her tightened when her nails dug into his skin. She was shaking. From the pleasure. From the sheer strength behind his thrusts. Finding a good grip on the vibrator and holding it where she needed it was proving difficult with just how wet she was, and she whined high in her throat as her climax sat just on the edge and retreated just out of grasp. “Jongie,” she cried, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. “Jongie, please. Can’t.”

“What’s wrong, precious?” he asked, eyes sharp, dark as they slid over her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the tears threatening to wet her lashes. “Need some help? Pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” The words were degrading, but there was an affection in his tone that softened the edge.

Rora pouted up at him, nodding even as her eyes rolled back at Yeosang’s next thrust, at the sound he made when she tightened around him, once more on the edge. The vibrator slipped again, and she wanted to sob. Practically did, breath catching and voice cracking as she begged again. “P-please, Jongie. Need help.”

Jongho groaned, grip tightening on her throat briefly before letting her go. “Open her up, Sang. Make a little room,” he ordered, moving so his knees were on either side of her head, hand already sliding down her belly. “Hold on to me, baby. Keep your hands there.”

She did as he said, hands finding purchase behind each sadly still-clothed thigh, squeezing the softness to find the strong muscles nestled underneath. His hips shifted, the barest hint of a twitch forward, but just enough for her to wish his pants were gone. Imagining him above her, cock heavy between those thick thighs, dangling just above her face had her mouth watering. The wish was interrupted, however, when Jongho swiped the vibrator through her wetness, from where she was still stuffed full of Yeosang to the top of her cunt before circling lightly over her clit.

“Good girl,” he murmured. Then, he pressed the toy down. Just the slightest bit more pressure, but enough to have her head throwing back and a cry ripping from her throat. “There you go. Just cum for Sangie and you can have that treat, hmm?”

Muscles flexed beneath her grip, and her hold on him tightened. His hips twitched again. He pressed the vibrator with a little more pressure.

Her body trembled as her orgasm began to build up again, as it threatened to topple her right off the edge of the earth. “Oh, god, please,” she sobbed. “So fucking close.”

“Yeah?” She couldn’t tell who said it, not when all she could hear was her own moans and the wet slap of Yeosang’s hips against her ass, and deep fucking voices groaning out words she couldn’t quite decipher.

“Heard you squirted last night. Think you could do that for me?” She was just barely able to register Yeosang’s distinct timbre, and the sound of it had her shuddering.

“Faster. Harder, please,” she begged, hips twitching only to have both men lock her right back into place, at the perfect angle as Yeosang increased his pace, hitting that perfect spot over and over again with deadly aim. Harder, faster, like she asked, and it had her keening.

“Gonna soak this fucking cock, angel? Can feel you squeezing me, you gonna cum?” He let go of one leg to land a sharp slap to the outside of her thigh, a hot sting that did nothing but push her even closer.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” her voice raised in pitch as she felt it build up, that exquisite feeling from pulling the knot in her belly tight, had her cunt fluttering. “Please, please.” Her words were met with an increase in vibrations against her clit, and she was screaming, a hand slapping over her mouth as she came.

Fingers took the place of Yeosang’s cock when she started to gush. “There you fuckin’ go,” Yeosang rasped out, voice breathy and so fucking low, it had her all but spiraling into another orgasm. Jongho kept the vibrator firmly against her poor clit, Yeosang’s strong fingers continually pressing against her sensitive walls to milk her of every drop they could get from her, until she was sobbing and writhing in their holds and there was a puddle under her ass.

“Good girl,” Jongho murmured, fingers carding through her hair to help her come back down enough to register gentle hands massaging her hips and soft kisses and nips littering her thighs. Her eyes blinked open to find him looking down at her, gaze soft, bordering on concern. “You good?”

The giggle that fell from her lips couldn’t be helped. Not when her heart gave a little flutter and her tummy swarmed with butterflies “So good,” she confirmed.

She watched in real time as his expression shifted, going from soft to sharp, from warm to cold. A shiver worked down her body as a smirk came to his face.

“Wanna know what that treat is?” he asked, still smoothing her hair back from her face as she nodded. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, head tilting down to tease his lips over her own. “How about you smother our Sangie with your pretty cunt and thighs while I fuck you full? How does that sound?”

Rora moaned at the thought. “Please,” she murmured, tipping up to press her lips to his only to be left whining and wanting when he moved away.

A huff of laughter warmed her face before he turned to his friend. “What about you, Sangie? You okay with it?”

Cheeks still flushed with exertion turned a darker red, and Yeosang swallowed. Lips parted, releasing a breath before he nodded.

“Words.” Jongho’s tone was firm, eyes even moreso, and it sent her heart racing.

“Y-yeah,” Yeosang stuttered out. “I’m okay with that.”

“Lay down,” Jongho instructed, watching his friend pull his shirt over his head and lay down in the center of the mattress, watching as Yeosang’s fingers fidgeted with the wrinkles of her blankets, clenching and unclenching, cheeks brightening further when his still very hard cock gave a little twitch under both their gazes.

Jongho, seeming to finally take pity on his friend, turned to her. “Straddle him, baby.”

She did as he said, slinging a leg over Yeosang’s hips to hover above him. He looked up at her, brows furrowed and eyes shining and lips parted. So eager and expectant and soso fucking beautiful, she couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him.

The kisses were slow, deep, and his breath caught when she sucked on his bottom lip. A whine rumbled in his chest when her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly to angle him so she could trail kisses down his chin and nibble along his jaw. His soft moans filled the air when she sucked a little mark beneath his ear, his whole body stirring, muscles tensing. But his hands stayed rooted in the sheets and his hips against the mattress. Being so patient. So fucking good.

She kissed him until she was breathless. Until his mouth was shiny with her spit and his eyes were dazed and every sound that fell from him was raspy and whiny and he was shaking with a need that mirrored her own.

Until Jongho sighed and tangled a hand in her hair to yank her upright. “That’s enough, baby.” He tugged her hair again, his other hand coming around to cup her throat, aiding in tipping her head back so she could look at him. Those gorgeous eyes locked with hers, shining as they looked over her wrecked face, lips ticking up with a smirk that threatened to steal what was left of her breath as he leaned closer.

“It’s time to sit on Sangie’s pretty face.” He paused long enough to look over her face, letting his eyes stray to his friend when he whined at his words, brow quirking up before turning his attention back to her. “Are you going to listen?”

“Yes,” she breathed, all but trembling as he looked over her face again.

“Yes?” His eyes raked over her face, brows arched expectantly.

“M’gonna listen, bear.” The words came out on a whine, struggling under his intense gaze and the feeling of Yeosang tensing, all but shivering beneath her.

He nodded, letting her go with a satisfied, approving hum. A shiver worked through her at the sound of him pulling his belt through the loops of his jeans, and she gasped when he jerked her arms behind her, looping the still-warm leather around her wrists, tight enough to feel but loose enough that she could escape if she wanted to. “Keep your hands there,” he murmured, helping her shuffle up Yeosang’s body until her thighs caged his head. His hand snuck around her, fingers brushing Yeosang’s hair back with the backs of his fingers, brushing right over his birthmark, making his eyes flutter at the touch.

“Go on, Yeosangie,” Jongho all but purred. “Make our girl feel good again, hmm?”

Yeosang looked so fucking gorgeous beneath her, cheeks red and hair a mess, eyes looking up at her with so much hunger she couldn’t help the little whimper slipping from her throat. She hovered above him, marveling as his eyes all but crossed to take her in, head lifting off the bed to press a kiss right over her clit. It was a whisper of a touch, but it was enough to have her hips jerking in surprise.

His eyes came to her face again, shining with amusement and heat, staying locked with her own as he licked up her cunt. She yelped when strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling her flush against Yeosang’s face. He wasted no time, diving right in, brows furrowed and eyes closed like he was savoring her. LIke hse was the tastiest damn thing he had ever had on his tongue.

Jongho shifted around behind her, the rustling of clothing piquing her interest, the strong grip he took on her restrained wrists even more so. He plastered his bare torso to her back, hard cock nestled against her ass as he nosed along the line of her neck. “You’re gonna take it all like a good girl, right, baby?” he murmured, voice barely more than a rasp in her ear.

It had her shivering in his hold, body arching with the combination of his voice and a pointed suck to her clit from Yeosang. “Yes, yes, please,” she begged.

He groaned hotly against her neck, teeth digging into the skin there until she gasped. Then, he was pushing her forward, until she could no longer see Yeosang looking up at her and her face and chest met the cool wall. “Stay like that for me,” he said, gripping her wrist harder.

His cock swiped through her folds, spreading the wetness from her hole down to where Yeosang’s tongue continued to work at her clit and back again. The broad head lodged there for one breathless moment. “Yeosangie, if you need to breathe or get uncomfortable, tap one of us, okay? Two times.”

Yeosang hummed the affirmative against her, and she had to swallow back a whine at the sensation.

“Can you do it? Just so I know you understand?” Yeosang let go of one of her thighs and must have tapped Jongho, because Jongho hummed. “Good boy, Yeosangie.”

That got a reaction out of him, a full body shiver working through him, hard enough that she felt it. “Such a good boy,” she agreed, just to get another reaction out of him, wishing she had her hands so she could work her fingers through his hair, to caress his gorgeous face.

He whined right into her cunt, suctioning against her clit until she cried out.

Finally, Jongho was pressing harder, working the head of his cock into her. So fucking slow. So fucking thick. She groaned as he paused. “You ready, precious?” he asked, hand pressing against the back of her neck, gripping around to the sides to press down against the exact spot that made her brain grow hazy.

“Yesyesyes,” she chanted breathlessly, eyes nearly rolling back as Yeosang’s tongue laved around her folds, as Jongho’s thick fucking cock stretched her open.

Then, he was sliding home in one slow, smooth glide. The stretch was a lot, cock so fucking thick. So fucking delicious. She keened when his hips finally met her ass. “So fucking-” her words left her as he ground his hips against her, pressing deeper before starting a slow withdrawl that had her walls clamping down with every inch.

The hand on her neck slid down her back, nails dragging and calluses catching until it landed on her ass. Jongho gripped one cheek roughly, pulling away to leave a slap that echoed through her apartment. “Fuck,” she choked out.

His next thrust was harsher, quicker. The withdrawl even moreso. Eventually, he picked up a brutal pace, his hips meeting her ass with sharp slaps that rivaled in volume against the sounds of her wetness and the sounds leaving her throat. Yeosang’s grip on her thighs tightened as Jongho’s thrusts had her sliding further up his face, his nose nudging her clit until he gripped her tighter to pull her back into place. Still, he kept at. Circling her clit, sucking it into his mouth, introducing the faintest edge of teeth just to drive her insane. Entirely unbothered by the lack of air, gasping for breath right against her sopping cunt, pressing her down harder. Like he wanted her to suffocate him. Who was she to deny him?

Her thighs were tight around his head, trembling with the strain of remaining upright at the face of so much pleasure.

She yelped as Jongho yanked her off the wall, tugging her back by her wrists, right into his chest. Hand coming to her throat, squeezing until her eyes rolled back, his other hand trailing down her belly to spread her further open for his cock and Yeosang’s greedy tongue. His fingers pressed briefly against her clit, rubbing teasing little circles there even as Yeosang kept at it. The next second, those fingers were shoved into her mouth.

Moaning, she licked her arousal and Yeosang’s saliva off them, loving the way he pushed the digits further into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. Her hips were starting to move, grinding in slow circles, unable to figure out whether she should push back into Jongho’s thrusts or grind down into Yeosang’s eager mouth.

The fingers in her mouth were yanked away, a wet slap meeting her cheek, not hard but enough to sting with shame. “Be fucking still,” Jongho growled. “You take what we give you or you get nothing.”

She whined but stilled, letting them work her as they pleased.

“Good fucking girl,” Jongho grunted, pushing his fingers back into her mouth, hips picking up their pace once more.

Yeosang’s hand left her leg for a moment, and Jongho was hauling her further up on her knees, pushing her into the wall again. A hand held the back of her neck, and she clamped down on his cock at the move, at the feeling of Yeosang’s hot panting against her wetness.

He was babbling beneath her, and she wished she could see his face. Wished she could see how absolutely fucked out he looked. “Need you to come on my face,” he whined, thumb finding home on her clit, rubbing in maddening circles and figure eights. “Please, please, please, angel. Need you to come so bad. Soak my fucking face. Soak Jongie’s cock, baby. Please.”

The hand on her neck slid up to tangle in her hair, pulling until her back arched. The angle had Jongho’s cock sliding impossibly deeper, hitting a spot that had her practically screaming. A hand covered her mouth, forcing her to breath through her nose, muffling her sounds.

“So fucking loud, baby. Like you want all your neighbors to hear.”

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her skull when he picked up his pace, when Yeosang’s mouth found her clit again, despite her being held above him. Whines and whimpers, pleas for her to cum muffled into her cunt, fingers still going at her clit.

Jongho’s lips were at her neck, teeth nibbling up until his hot breath brushed her ear. “Sangie’s begging so pretty for you to come, baby. Don’t you think you should reward him? Gonna come for us, precious?”

Her response was muffled by his hand, but he seemed to understand the enthusiastic sound. He chuckled low in his throat, the sound of it sending a shiver down her spine. “Yeah, you are. C’mon, baby. Come like a good little slut,” he said, voice so silky she moaned into his hand.

That was all it took, apparently. A suggestion, a degradation wrapped in praise, the low rumble of a voice, and she was on the edge. Whining into the sweat-slicked palm over her mouth, teeth digging into the flesh as the pressure in her belly built up and up. Jongho grunted, fingers gripping her hair tighter, hips pushing harder, faster in retaliation.

Yeosang’s efforts doubled, sucking and rubbing her clit in tandem to Jongho’s cock bullying into her cunt. The pleasure, the sheer stretch, the wet sounds bouncing off the walls had her feeling hot. Too hot. Too close. So fucking close. It was the brush of Yeosang’s teeth, a particularly sharp, stuttered thrust from Jongho that had her falling apart. Shaking and screaming as Jongho chased his own orgasm, sobbing out with each stuttered thrust, trembling when he finally spilled into her, each pulse inside her, each continued suckle from Yeosang’s lips, making her sensitive walls clench down around him.

She was still recovering, ears ringing and breathing erratic, when Jongho pulled out, laughing affectionately at her little whimper, and shuffled her lax body around to lay her down on the bed. Hands smoothed over her skin, steady fingers working the belt from her wrists, rubbing gentle circles into the no doubt red skin.

There was shuffling, a murmured exchange, and a body was over her. A whimpered “Angel?” had her fluttering her eyes open. Yeosang hovered above her, face flushed and eyes blown. He was trembling, hips twitching, neglected cock hanging heavy and dark red between his strong thighs.

“Poor Yeosangie. Do you still need to come, baby?” she cooed, running a hand down his sweat-slicked torso.

His voice broke on a whine when her hand encircled his cock, back arching when she gave a slow stroke from base to tip. “Fuck, please,” he begged, voice a mere thread of sound, cracking like he might start crying if she made him wait any longer. “Please. Need to come. Hurts.”

“Poor thing,” she murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, working her hand along him in slow strokes that had him shaking. “Been so good and patient this whole time. D’you wanna use my thighs, baby?”

He all but sobbed at the suggestion, lips trembling against her own.

A kiss was pressed to his mouth, trailing along his cheek, down his jaw. “There’s lube in the drawer. You wanna get it for me, baby? Get your pretty cock nice and ready to fuck my thighs?”

Yeosang was leaning over and fumbling for her bedside drawer before she had even finished her words. She giggled as he came back into position above her, nearly dropping the bottle as he tried to pop it open. “Calm down, Sangie,” she said, reaching to rub her thumb up the line of his jaw. “Just take a breath for me.”

His eyes fluttered closed at her touch, his chest swelling with an inhale at her words. He exhaled slowly, grip loosening on the bottle of lube and trembling just a little less.

“There you go, good boy,” she murmured, taking the bottle from his hand and opening it up herself. She let it dribble right over his cock, catching the extra with her hand before slicking him up.

The whine that ripped from his chest was delicious, the shiver that raked his body even more so. “Fuck,” he breathed, gasping and gripping her skin so tightly she was sure there would be bruises.

“C’mon, baby,” she said, tugging him closer by his cock, lifting her legs to incase him in the warmth of her legs. “Use my thighs to get off.”

Yeosang was gone before her hand even had the time to abandon his cock, gripping her thighs tight as he fucked between them. Muffled groans and soft pants blessed her ears, and she watched Yeosang push in. The wet, red head peeking from between her thighs, with each rut of his hips, hands kneading and squeezing her flesh until spurts of warmth covered them. He was a vision between her legs, gorgeous muscles shifting beneath sweat-slicked skin with each thrust of his hips. When he came, his head fell back, hair fluffing out about his head, strands sticking to his flushed face as he moaned, voice cracking as his release covered the skin of her thighs.

Rora pulled him over her as he came down, running her fingers through his hair and murmuring little affirmations in his ear as he came down. His body had just stopped shaking, relaxing over her own like a living, breathing weighted blanket when Jongho walked out of the bathroom, looking warm and freshly showered, dressed in a pair of sweats and without a shirt. He smiled when he noticed her looking - so open and relaxed and so fucking beautiful in her space - running a hand through his still-damp hair as he walked closer.

“Drew a bath for you and Sangie,” he announced softly, pushing her hair back from her face then smoothing Yeosang’s in a slow stroke. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Running her hand down Yeosang’s back, Rora hummed. “Ready whenever you are, Sangie,” she murmured. “Though, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk all the way there on my own.”

Jongho laughed, pretty gummy smile on full display. “Need me to carry you again, precious?”

She pouted, but nodded nonetheless, wrapping her arms around Yeosang’s shoulders as he shifted against her.

“It’s good Jongho is here,” he said, voice a mere croak. “I don’t think I can walk, either.”

There was silence, and then a yelp as Yeosang was dragged off her and into the air. “I’m still naked, fucker,” he exclaimed.

Jongho huffed a laugh, settling his friend over his shoulders. “Your tongue literally touched my cock less than five minutes ago. I think we’re past a little naked manhandling.”

Yeosang’s face went red. “Shut up,” he whined, smacking Jongho on the back of the head lightly.

Jongho simply laughed and walked his friend to the bathroom, and she couldn’t help but giggle as they bickered even for the short walk. Despite the warmth in her chest, she started to shiver, the air of the room finally settling on her sweaty skin. Luckily, Jongho was back quickly, scooping her up from the bed and cradling her close to him.

The bathroom was dim when he stepped through the door, the overhead light off in favor of a flickering candle and the warm glow of the plug-in diffuser. Vanilla and jasmine and amber filled the air, and she wanted to melt. She did melt, even, right into Yeosang’s arms when Jongho lowered her into the slightly-too-warm water of the bath. Their touches on her skin rivaling the softness of the bubbles filling the tub.

She watched Jongho knelt on the floor beside the tub, his fingers dipping into the water, gliding over her skin until she shivered and relaxed further into Yeosang’s hold.

“How are you?” he asked lightly.

“Hmm?” Rora tilted her head back against Yeosang’s shoulder, letting her cheek brush against his own before turning her head to look at Jongho directly, her brows furrowing. “How am I?”

“I’m just checking in, baby,” he said, the corner of his lips tilting up teasingly. “It’s part of that aftercare you were so curious about last night.”

Her cheek went hot and she pouted. “I was not curious about it,” she whined. “I just said it was unexpected.”

He hummed, eyes still twinkling at her. “Whatever you say, precious,” he said, grabbing a washcloth and lathering it up with her body wash. “I do need you to answer me, though. How are you? Was everything okay?”

The grin that came to her face was brimming with the affection building rapidly in her chest. “Yes, bear,” she murmured, relaxing into the way he ran the cloth over her body. “Everything was okay. Better than, even.”

“Yeah?”

“Promise, bear.” she reached out to him, wet fingers trailing lightly over the curve of his jaw. “Wouldn’t have changed a single thing.”

He turned his head, catching the tips of her fingers with a little nip of teeth, following it up with a gentle kiss that had her giggling.

“What about you, Yeosnagie?”

Yeosang stirred beneath her, a startled noise coming from his throat, like he hadn’t expected Jongho to check on him too. “Me?” he asked, arms tightening around her.

Jongho’s laugh in response was soft, so full of affection and years of love for his friend. “Yes, you,” he said, running the cloth up Yeosang’s arm and over his shoulder, making him shiver at the touch. “That was a new experience for us, and I want to make sure there weren’t any boundaries crossed in the heat of the moment. Just need to know you aren’t uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” Yeosang answered. A little too quickly, if Jongho’s lifted brow was any indication. “I am. I’m okay, Jong.”

“Sure you’re not uncomfortable about something and just being nice about it?”

“When was the last time I did that for you?” Yeosang shot back, making her and Jongho laugh.

“Good point.”

“It was okay. I…” he trailed off for a moment, shifting behind her. She glanced back to see him looking down, eyes refusing to look at either of them, teeth worrying his lower lip. “I liked everything that happened.”

Her eyes shot to Jongho, and she watched as he melted right there. His face softened, his shoulders relaxed, and he settled further down on his heels. “Thank you for your honesty, Yeosangie,” he murmured. “And thank you for trusting me in that situation.”

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