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yunhohours · 3 years ago

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VICTON Reaction: S/O Asking to Blow Them for the First Time

Request: Could you do victon reaction to you asking to blow them for the first time? (Or a headcannon about it)!!???

NSFW content under the cut!

Seungwoo

Seungwoo is confident but he’s also patient and, most frustratingly, so goddamn respectful. Usually, you love that about him. It makes you feel safe and comfortable. But right now, it’s infuriating. You two have explored each other’s bodies in many ways on many occasions, but you have yet to go down on him and you’re not sure you can wait a second longer. He always seems eager to please you--to make you cum with his tongue or his fingers or his cock-- but he always seems to avoid you blowing him one way or another. It’s driving you crazy. You know him and you know he just doesn’t want you to feel pressured, but you don’t feel pressured. You feel ravenous. So, you decide to just ask him. You don’t want to risk him pushing you away or skilfully dodging the topic once you’re already in bed, so the safest bet is to ask him directly but even that is quite nerve-wracking. You wait for a time during the early evening when you’ve both come home from dinner and a walk around the park. He’s just finished hanging his coat when you’re suddenly staring at him and saying his name with a seriousness he wasn’t expecting. “Yes?” He asks, his patience obvious and you force yourself not to roll your eyes. Enough patience. You take a deep breath to compose yourself so you don’t ramble all of your frustrations to him and then allow yourself to speak carefully. “I appreciate you so much. I appreciate that you always take care of me both inside the bedroom and out, but oh my god, can I please just suck your cock for once?” Okay, maybe your frustration was still obvious but you did reel it in. Seungwoo’s head tilts as he just looks at you. His expression doesn’t change, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t say anything. You start to worry that you were too crass and then he finally speaks. “Okay.” What? Just ‘okay?’ You don’t know what to say now as you were expecting more questions, more thoughts, more… anything. “Okay?” You ask him, begging for a direction to go in. “Okay,” he repeats, gently taking your hand and placing it over his belt buckle. You gulp as you stand there, watching him as he watches you. He’s waiting for you to move and so you do, your hands shaking just slightly as they work his belt buckle. His composure is almost intimidating and you’ve never been attracted to him more.

Seungsik

You’re lying on the couch, head in Seungsik’s lap as the two of you watch the show you’ve been enjoying together. This was pretty routine for you at this point. You would spend many evenings together watching whatever show had your attention at the moment, enjoying the back and forth you would have discussing it. Seungsik’s hand lazily plays with your hair, making you feel so warm and cozy that you nuzzle your head into his lap. His hand pauses for a split second. It was so subtle, but just long enough for you to realize why it might have paused in the first place. You nibble your lip as you ponder whether to push it. Your hand ghosts over his leg as you slowly bring it up towards your face and place it against the crotch of his pants. You don’t apply any pressure or dare move it yet, just place it there. You want to gauge his response to being touched at all. He doesn’t respond, at least not from what you’re able to perceive, so you push further. Your fingers start to dance across his lap, a small smile forming on your lips when you feel him shift a little. You flatten your palm and begin to press into him now, your eyes fluttering when he starts to grace you with soft moans. You know he won’t ask you to do more. He’s perfectly happy to just take whatever little bit of touch you are willing to give him. That’s precisely why he deserves more. Keeping your hand’s pace and pressure steady, you carefully turn so your face is looking up at his parted lips. You bat your lashes at him and use your sweetest voice when you ask, “Siki, can I please use my mouth?” His jaw slackens even more as his eyes reflect your lust back to you. He can’t seem to find his words at this moment so he nods instead, not daring to take his eyes off you in case this is somehow just a dream. You smile proudly and push his sweats down, prepared to give him the best-first-blowjob of his life.

Chan

“Good morning,” Chan mumbles against your ear, the rasp of his morning voice making you smile. “Good morning to you,” you answer quietly as you pull his arms tighter around your waist. He rests his head on your shoulder and sighs contentedly, clearly not planning to leave bed anytime soon, not that you’re complaining. You could stay in bed spooning with Chan all day. He’s so warm. You press back into him to get as close as possible and then pause. He’s got morning wood. Suddenly, you’re realizing that you’ve never felt him so hard against you in the morning like this but you’re unsure how that’s possible since you sleep like this most nights. You decide that’s a question for a later time. You turn in his arms, fighting against his tightening arms, and look at him. He blinks sleepily and you’re so charmed. “Chan…” You don’t have anything else to say. Your hand wastes no time, slipping inside the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around his stiff cock, slowly pumping it as you just watch his face. His eyes threaten to close as he gasps softly, not expecting such a bold move so soon in the morning. Your hand gives him a gentle squeeze and he stutters in your hold. “Fuck.” His sleep-laced voice makes your core tighten around nothing. You want nothing more than to continue to pleasure him. You gently press him onto his back with one hand, the other continuing to work him steadily as you reposition yourself between his legs. His head is tilted back slightly into the bed as sighs of content leave his lips. You use your free hand to maneuver his boxers out of the way and lick your lips at the sight of him. “Chan…” You start again, nuzzling your head against his cock as you slow your hand. “Look at me.” His head forces itself up to look at you, his eyes swimming with his lust as he sees himself so close to your face for the first time. “Can I?” You ask, your lips ghosting the head of his cock, your tongue peeking through them just enough to make him crave it. “Fuck, please,” he groans, his hips involuntarily pushing up in an effort to enter your mouth. You smirk at how needy he is for you and give him what you both want, savoring the lewd moan he thanks you with.

Sejun

You were meant to be at lunch with the Victonies soon. ‘You’ being you and Sejun. You had both woken up late and were saving time on getting ready by showering together. This wasn’t something particularly new. You’d often shower together at night after fooling around and it was always a nice bonding experience full of playfulness-- something you’d come to always expect with Sejun. You were facing away from the water stream to soap up the front of your body while Sejun rinsed his hair. When you turned, you were surprised to be greeted by Sejun’s cock standing at attention. “Sejun!” You half-scolded, eyes darting between his face and his erection. You knew it wasn’t his fault but it seemed like the worst timing when you were already running late. “What? I can’t help it! I’m staring at my hot, naked girlfriend first thing in the morning when I’m already sensitive!” He was never shy to blurt out exactly what was on his mind. You loved that about him. You stifled a laugh, flattered by both his verbal compliment and physiological response to your naked body. A smirk formed on your face while panic still covered his. “If you finish showering pretty quickly, I can just take care of it mys--” You didn’t let him finish. You found your way onto your knees and took him into your hand. Your head leaned in to take him into your mouth and then you stopped abruptly. You had never gone down on him before and this was all happening very fast due to the time crunch. “You’re going to let me take care of this, right?” You asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t uncomfortable before continuing. “Um, do I look like an idiot?” You smacked his thigh playfully, a smile gracing your lips for just a brief moment before they parted for his cock. A long sigh left his lips as he finally felt your warm mouth around him. “Oh, thank fuck.”

Hanse

A sigh leaves your lips as your back arches off the arm of the couch. Your eyes are glued to Hanse, his tattooed forearm moving up and down as his hand pumps his cock on the other end of the couch. He’s chewing on his lip ring to stifle his moans, wanting to hear yours filling the room instead. You two would often end up like this, masturbating for the other to watch. He knows you like staring at his tattoos while he touches himself and you know he likes to watch you attempt to satisfy yourself the way only his hands can. The two of you find this so second-nature by now that you often satisfy your sexual urges this way. A particularly loud groan falls from Hanse’s lips and your hand stops its ministrations. You want to hear more of that. “Babe, what are you doing? You look so good touching yourself for me. Don’t stop.” His hand doesn’t stop pumping as he speaks, expecting you to do as he says. You don’t listen, though, instead crawling across the couch to him. His eyes are trained on yours, his breath catching in his throat and his cock throbbing in response to the closeness of you. “Hanse, I don’t want to touch myself right now. I want to taste you.” Your teeth gently tug at his lip ring and he can’t help but groan at the thought. He’s never been inside your mouth before. He has to pull his hand away from himself to make sure he doesn’t lose it just thinking about your lips around him. “Is that okay?” You ask, his lack of response a good sign but not a clear one. He smirks and his hand runs up your back then into your hair as he takes some gently by the fist. You gasp softly at the pull. “More than okay.” His voice is a near growl as his hand moves back towards his aching cock, taking you and your hair with it.

Byungchan

Byungchan always takes you on the best dates. He will find romantic, luxurious, or just downright bizarre places to take you, but it’s always a good time. The adventures never stop. Tonight, you’re at the drive-in because you’ve mentioned always wanting to go and he thought he should be the first one to take you. He’s precious. You ordered snacks and drinks from the concession to munch on while you watch the movie and the popcorn is the best part of the experience so far. The movie is actually not that great, but how can you care about that when he went out of his way to bring you here? You can’t feel anything but grateful. Your eyes wander over Byungchan’s body, his own eyes fixed to the movie even though he doesn’t look all that interested either. “Thank you for bringing me, Byungchannie,” you coo sweetly, leaning towards him as your fingers walk up his thigh. “Anything for you.” His dimples peek out as a brilliant smile overcomes his features, looking at you with galaxies in his eyes. “I’m so, so grateful.” You’re playing it up, but you don’t care. His eyes leave yours to watch the way your hand pulls at the strings hanging from his sweats. You watch as his cheeks flush and chew on your lip. “Can I show you how thankful I am, Byungchannie?” You ask softly, waiting for his eyes to come back to yours before tracing your lips with your tongue to show him specifically how you want to thank him. His eyes grow wide at the realization and his lips part. You want to kiss them, but you wait. “Uh, y-yes,” he finally answers, putting the popcorn in the backseat so it’s out of the way. You lean over the console and lift his shirt with one hand, kissing his stomach as your other hand pulls at his sweats. You feel him tense under your lips and a soft moan escapes him already. As you kiss your way down his stomach and up the length of his cock, he leans his head into the headrest and whines for more. How you’ve managed to wait this long to hear him like this is beyond you.

Subin

Subin is hunched over the dining table, papers scattered all over the top of it. His head is resting atop his arms, clearly exhausted from everything he’s working on. Between group schedules, acting, and all of his other various jobs and hobbies, he has a full plate. You pout to yourself at the sight of him. You hate seeing him like this. You want him to be able to be the carefree, playful Subin he is at heart. You approach him and kneel next to his chair, your hand gently rubbing his back to alert him of your presence. “Subin,” you whisper, looking up at him as he lifts his head to look down at you. “Mm?” He hums, his hand immediately moving to brush the hair from one side of your face. He always finds a way to pay attention to you even when he is overwhelmed himself. “You’re exhausted. Stressed. I know you.” Your voice is soft, comforting. He just nods, pouting his lips in that cute way that makes your heart flutter. You think for a minute, not sure what you can do to help him. You can’t do his work for him and you know he’ll refuse a meal if offered until he’s “done” with all his work. Spoiler alert: he’s never done when it gets this busy. An idea comes to your mind, one you’re almost positive he won’t be able to pass up. “What if I… help you release some of that pressure?” You ask, crawling under the table before he can even comprehend what you’re getting at, much less respond. When you make eye contact with him again as he peers under the table, his own have grown twice the size in surprise. “Y/n, you don’t have to do that.” He sounds worried and you know it’s because he doesn’t want you to go down on him for the first time just because you feel like you have to. “Subin, I want to.” You say, making sure to convey your certainty in your tone as you kiss up his pajama pant-clad thighs. He melts under just this amount of touch, grateful for anything that distracts his mind. “Please…” His voice is barely audible, but you can hear how desperately he needs you. You smirk, loving how quickly he went from protesting in your honor to begging for the exact same thing. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.” It’s the final thing Subin hears before feeling your lips around his cock, not even bothering to stifle the whimper elicited by the feeling.

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seokmattchuus · 5 years ago

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Guess - Seungwoo / Seungyoun

A/n: Wrote this to attack myself, really. But is it good? No.

You couldn’t move. Your hands were cuffed to the headboard and your ankles to the foot board. You couldn’t see anything either, leaving you to assume it was a stray tie.

“So pretty, isn’t she?” The voice was familiar but you couldn’t quite make it out.

“All spread out for us. Do you think she’ll be able to tell us apart?” A second voice spoke up and it took all of you to try and make it out.

“Well, she’ll have to.” The first voice teased. “Otherwise she won’t get to cum.”

The moan you let out only got small chuckles in return before you felt a hand travel up your thigh, passed your stomach and towards your breast, pinching your nipple lightly while you felt lips on your collarbones.

“Do you think you can tell who’s who, baby?” The first voice spoke up again so you assumed he wasn’t the one kissing your chest.

“I-” You started, licking your lips as you pulled on your restraints. “I don’t know.” You whined.

“It was your idea, princess.” The second voice spoke up between kisses, his voice clearer since he was closer. “You were so confident.” He chuckled before wrapping his lips around your nipple, biting harshly.

“Please,” You tried, your back arching into his touch.

“No, no, baby.” The first voice spoke up on your opposite side. “That won’t help you now.” He cooed before you felt someone cup your cheek, their hand sliding down to your throat while you felt another hand trail down your torso to lightly rub over you.

“Just say whoever, princess, we won’t get mad.” The first voice continued. “You suggested him after all.”

You licked your lips, partially scared of answering, and partially too excited.

“S-Seungy-”

“You were not just dreaming about fucking someone else.” Seungwoo smirked down at you as he shook you awake. “I really wanted to see where that was going, but I’m starting to get jealous.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you looked towards him.

“You he-”

“All of it.” His smirk only grew and you groaned, pulling the blanket over your head.

“Tell me.” You could still hear the smirk in voice and you picked your hand up to hit him, getting a laugh in response.

“So who was it, ‘cause it definitely wasn’t me.” He said, trying to pull the blanket back.

��How do you know that?” You furrowed your brows, your grip on the blanket tightening.

“I didn’t, but your response confirmed it.” He laughed.

“Well...you were a part of it?” You questioned.

“Oh?” He said amused. “Was it a Victon member? An X1 member? A member of a completely different group?“

“Why do you want to know?” You mumbled from under the blanket. “So you can tease me about it?”

“Can you at least tell me what it was about?” He tried.

You poked your head out, seeing Seungwoo’s stupid smiled hanging over your face.

“You were just waiting for me to come back out, weren’t you?” You started.

“Answer my question first.” He spoke as he fully pulled the blanket back.

“I suggested a threesome, you agreed.” You started, your eyes training on the blanket that now laid across your stomach. “I was cuffed to the bed and I had to tell who was who..” You trailed off before continuing. “And if I couldn’t, neither of you would let me cum.” You closed your eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.

“Let’s make a bet.” He started. “If I manage to find out who it is, we’ll do it.”

“How can you say that so casually?” You opened your eyes in shock.

“Maybe I want to make that dream come true.”

Your morning was full of Seungwoo asking multiple questions, trying to see if you’d slip up.

“Just give me a hint. One hint.” He whined before taking a sip of his coffee. “Or the group name. Or what the group starts with. Something.”

“Why do you care so much?” You whined. “You never indulged in my threesome fantasy before, so why are you trying so hard now?”

“Because you were moaning about it in my bed.” He grumbled. “So I’m willing to indulge it now.” He paused. “And because..maybe I like the idea of making you guess who’s who.” He looked away.

“You get so jealous, yet here you are.” You tsked, shaking your head. “But fine.” You bit your lip.

“Uniq.”

“It’s Yibo isn’t it!” Seungwoo yelled as he walked inside, throwing his bag on the floor. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. He’s been your bias since day one, you re-watched his EOEO focus way too many times an-”

“Can you breathe?” You laughed as he walked up to you. “It isn’t Yibo.” You shook your head.

“Why not?” He questioned. “I thought I had it.”

“Are you sure you had it?” You cocked your head. “Or did you just want it to be him?”

“Like I want you gawking at him in real life after I saw the way you stared at his damn videos.” He groaned. “I’m kind of glad it isn’t him.” He paused, taking in your outfit, or lack of one.

“Why are you dressed like that?” He said, referring to your big flannel accompanied by nothing else.

“You’ve never cared about it be-” You were cut off by your phone ringing, smiling when you recognized the ringtone before you pulled your phone out. “It’s Seungyoun, I’ll be right back.”

“Bu-” Seungwoo spoke up, but you were already walking away.

“What’s up?” You smiled against the phone.

“I know it’s late, but I was wondering if you wanted to come over to the studio and help me with this song?” Seungyoun spoke. “I’m stuck and you’re better at this than I am.”

“I didn’t know you were working on another song?” You furrowed your brows. “But you can come over here, Seungwoo has a whole room set up for his music. I’m sure he won’t mind.” You shrugged.

“Oh, really? I didn’t know he did that?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t do it a lot, but he likes to.” You smiled, remembering how you used to stay up with Seungwoo and Hanse, watching as they worked on unofficial remixes.

“Might just have him help if we can’t get this done.” He laughed. “But I’ll be over in like? A few minutes? I’m not that far.”

“That works.” You smiled. “See you soon.”

You hung up, turning around only to see Seungwoo standing behind you, the same stupid smirk from that morning plastered on his face.

“Wasn’t expecting it to be Seungyoun.” He crossed his arms.

“I do-” You started but got cut off.

“You should’ve just said X1.” He tsked. “Then again, I probably still would’ve gotten it wrong.” He tsked again.

You felt your mouth run dry and you shook your head.

“Don’t tell him.” You pleaded.

“Why not?” He smirked. “Don’t you wanna make that dream come true?”

“Not this soon.” You continued shaking your head, part of you knowing it was useless because he would do whatever he wanted to anyways. “Plus, he’s coming over to work on a song, not get hit with the idea of a threesome.” You tried.

“Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t be down.” He snorted. “It’s Seungyoun.”

“I know, bu-”

You were cut off by the doorbell ringing and you would’ve run to go hide if it wasn’t for you freezing.

“Fuck.” You whined, closing your eyes and stomping your foot down before going to get the door, giving Seungwoo one last glance in hopes he’d stay quiet.

“Hey,” You forced a smile, closing the door behind Seungyoun. “It’s in-”

“I’ll show you.” Seungwoo spoke up with a smile.

“Nice outfit.” Seungyoun smirked at you before following your boyfriend, both of them soon out of your sight as you stayed by the closed door.

You winced as you stood there alone, hoping to whatever higher power that was out there that Seungwoo would keep his mouth shut and you slowly made your own way over.

“I hope you don’t mind me stealing y/n for a night.” You heard Seungyoun laugh as you got closer.

“Speaking of,” Seungwoo spoke up as you walked in.

“Can we just get on with it?” You forced a yawn. “I’m kind of tired.”

“It shouldn’t take us too long.” Seungyoun reassured. “I already finished most of it, but I’m stuck on the girl’s part.” He sighed. “After I finish that, it should be done.”

“Sounds great.” You sighed, sitting down next to him, trying to ignore Seungwoo’s stare as you took the notebook from the counter, nearly choking as you did so.

“You could’ve told me this was about sex.” You cleared your throat.

“You never needed a warning before.” Seungyoun laughed. “Or is it because your boyfriend’s here?”

“Just shut up and let me think.” You huffed, ignoring the two boys laughing.

After successfully tuning out the boys, it only took you about twenty minutes to come up with something.

“How’s this?” You sighed, handing the notebook to Seungyoun, who only looked at you with a smirk. “What?” You furrowed your brows, looking between the two boys.

“You still haven’t caught on yet, have you?” Seungyoun licked his lips before looking over at Seungwoo but you didn’t do the same, too scared to find out what was happening.

“I knew it was one of them, Yibo or Seungyoun. You saying it wasn’t Yibo, then ignoring me for Seungyoun’s call just proved the point.” Seungwoo laughed lightly.

“We talked about it during practice.” He continued. “Seungyoun said he would help me find out, hence why he called. Did you really think he’d need help this late at night?” He raised a brow, even though you weren’t looking at him.

“Look at me, baby.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and it only scared you more. “Look at me or I won’t go easy on you.” His tone changed and you swallowed thickly, slowly turning to meet his gaze. “He already knows.” He smiled. “So it’s up to you if you really want to do this tonight.”

Your eyes shifted between the two, your words caught in your throat as you tried to speak up.

“I-I-”

“Don’t you want us to make you feel good?” Seungyoun spoke up with a smirk, his tone sending a shiver down your spine.

“He knows what you like, baby.” Seungwoo smirked. “And he’s completely on board with making your little dream come true.”

You swallowed thickly as you closed your eyes at the situation you were in.

Of course Seungwoo told him everything. Of course you were dumb enough to fall for it. Of course you were actually considering it.

“How would we even..?” You trailed off, your tongue darting out lick your lips.

The boys exchanged smirks before getting up, looking down at you momentarily before walking out.

You slowly followed, watching as they disappeared into your bedroom.

Just how much did they plan?

The second you walked it, it wasn’t long before the guys were explaining what they were going to do, Seungwoo pulling out the blindfold and handcuffs from it’s place in the box of toys.

“Would’ve never thought you were into all that.” Seungyoun chuckled, his eyes trained on the box even after the Seungwoo closed it and placed it back on the

“Maybe next time.” Seungwoo chuckled, ignoring you and Seungyoun’s shocked expressions at the statement. “Sit on the bed.” He nodded at you, tossing the hand cuffs to Seungyoun.

“She likes them tight.” Seungwoo chuckled as he slipped the blindfold on, your hands moving behind you.

It wasn’t long before you felt the cold metal of the cuffs close around your wrists, the way Seungyoun tightened it pulling a small whimper out of you.

“Already?” You heard an amused tone speak up and you swore the nervousness was fucking with you because you couldn’t make out who it was, but thank fuck they weren’t asking.

Yet.

“How confident are you that you can tell us apart, baby? Remember, your orgasm’s on the line here.”

You swallowed thickly, squirming slightly at the thought of what was coming.

“I feel like you’re going to act different just to make it harder.” You directed towards Seungwoo, getting a small pat on your head in response, followed by light footsteps and the bed dipping behind you.

“Such a smart girl.” He cooed, his hands - or what you were assuming was his hands - pushing you so you were laying back against him, your hands gripping his jeans in a poor attempt to steady yourself.

“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you?” This voice was different and you’d say it was Seungyoun but with how much your mind was wandering off, plus the way the pair of hands wrapped around your neck to give it a light squeeze, you weren’t one hundred percent sure. Seungwoo would never choke you so early on.

You nodded with a whimper, squirming lightly as they tightened their grip.

“Words, princess.” He growled.

“Y-Yes. I’ll be a good girl.” You chocked out, the sound making you slightly embarrassed.

He let go and you heard footsteps while you felt a hand snake around you to play with the buttons of your flannel. You were about to speak up, when you felt another pair of hands pull your panties down, a small sigh leaving your lips.

“You’re already enjoying this?” He chuckled. “You must’ve really wanted this.” He whispered, the bed dipping before you felt light kisses trail up your leg.

“Please don’t tease.” You whined, but stayed still, still unsure of who was between your legs and not knowing what to expect if you moved.

“It’s going to take a lot more than one little ‘please’ to get you anywhere, baby.” You heard from behind you as your shirt slowly opened, falling to your sides as he made his way down. “And no bra?” He tsked.

As the kisses got closer and closer, your head fell back against whoever was behind you, getting a small scoff before his head moved to press kisses along your neck.

With how haphazardly he was pressing kisses, you were assuming it was Seungyoun since he didn’t wouldn’t know where to kiss, but Seungwoo did say he would make it more difficult.

“Have fun guessing.”

You had no time to process what was happening before his lips finally attached to you, skipping any tongue technique and heading straight for your clit, his hands coming up to hold you still when your hips moved. Your hands gripped onto whoever was behind you and you heard him hiss at the contact, your hand too close to his bulge.

You finally settled that it was Seungyoun behind you when you felt his hands grab your breasts, his touch softer than Seungwoo’s and it had you wiggling against your restraint. Your grip tightened and the muscle under it felt like Seungwoo but he was rarely gentle with you. There was no way he was behind you. But why would he let Seungyoun start it off?

Sensing you’re mental and physical struggle, he couldn’t help but speak up.

“You’re so cute when you’re struggling.” You felt him chuckle against your neck, his hands getting rougher and you let out a helpless moan as he bit down on one of your sweet spots.

“P-Please-fuck-I-” Your back arching as you couldn’t even think straight, everything becoming too much for you. Hell, you didn’t even know what you were asking for.

“Do you know who it is?” His breath fanned over your neck, smirking slightly as you slowly nodded, finally coming to an answer.

“S-Seungwoo.” You moaned out followed by a whine as he let go of your clit, your eyes suddenly uncovered and being met with Seungyoun’s smirking face between your legs, the two boys silent as you gulped.

“Looks like someone was wrong.” He smirked up at you, licking his lips.

“But-”

“Nuh-uh.” Seungwoo spoke from behind you, his hands moving down to your waist, gripping it harshly. “You lost.”

You could only stare as your mouth went dry. You knew what to expect from Seungwoo, but if you were honest, Seungyoun kind of scared you.

“How are you going to make it up to him, hmm?” Seungwoo cooed from behind you, his hand trailing between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit.

“W-Whatever he wants-”

“Are you sure about that?” Seungyoun chuckled and you only whimpered in response, Seungwoo pinching your clit as a small reminder to use your words.

“Y-Yes.”

“Let me fuck you first.” He smirked, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it fall somewhere.

“B-But-” You bit your lip. “I want both of you,” You moaned out as Seungwoo’s fingers moved to push into you.

“Can you even take the both of us, baby?” Seungwoo teased, his breath fanning over your ear, reveling in how goosebumps rose along the skin.

“Yes, yes I can just please, I want more.” Your whined, the boys fighting their smirks at how easy you gave in.

“When she asks so nicely, how can we say no?” Seungyoun looked passed you to your boyfriend.

“I didn’t take you for such a softie.” Your boyfriend responded, his fingers leaving you.

“Not soft.” Seungyoun scoffed. “Just impatient.”

“Then you go first.” Seungwoo smirked, getting up so the other boy could get on the bed.

The second Seungyoun’s boxers fell, he was on the bed, his hands grabbing you and moving you so you were right over his length, not bothering with any teasing as he let you sink down onto him.

“Sh-Shit Seungyoun-” You whimpered, your fingers digging into your palms until you were fully on him, your hips rolling but he was quick to stop you.

“I thought you said you wanted us both?” He tsked, bucking up into you teasingly, “Are you that needy?”

He let you get adjusted to him before keeping up his teasingly slowly thrusts, not bothering to entertain your whimpers or pleads for him to give you more.

“How do you think your boyfriend feels seeing you ask for another mans cock?” He bit his lip. “Or do you get off on riling him up?” He smirked, slightly glancing behind you for a second with a smirk.

You had no time to ask him about what he was looking at as you felt a hand push you down, your cheek landing on Seungyoun’s chest.

“I’m going to ask one more time.” Seungwoo spoke up, his voice sounding half amused, half concerned. “Are you sure you can take us both?”

“Yes, just pl-” You were cut off as you felt him press against you, his tip slowly sliding into you while his hands rested on your curves.

You couldn’t help the groan that came out of you, but neither could the two boys as he slowly slid in, the stretch causing your mouth to hang open as you focused on how good they felt.

“Shit,” Seungyoun groaned, his hands gripping your hips as Seungwoo finally bottomed out.

“Somebody move, please.” You whined, not caring who moved first, but just wanting something.

Seungwoo was the first to move, his hips bucking into yours, letting out another groan as his eyes shut. Seungyoun didn’t take long to follow after, his thrusts being the opposite so the two could work on a decent rhythm.

When they finally did, you didn’t even try to hold back, your moans coming out freely with the occasional grunts and groans falling from the other two.

“Let him see you, baby.” Seungwoo chuckled after getting accustomed to the feeling. “Let him see how much he wrecks you.”

His fingers moved to wrap themselves around your hair, lifting your head to give the younger boy a view of your fucked out face.

“Fuck, you love it, don’t you?” Seungyoun groaned his pace getting more rough. “You love having the both of us wreck you.”

You could only whimper, your head trying to fall despite the hold as Seungwoo’s pace moved to match Seungyoun’s.

It was weird to not have Seungwoo being his normal, dominant self, but you settled on figuring that he was just letting Seungyoun have the spotlight.

“Such a good girl for us, isn’t she?” Seungwoo groaned out.

“I wonder just how much she can take.” Seungyoun groaned, his eyes staring into yours and your walls clenched at the intensity. “Do you like that, baby?” He smirked. “Do you like the idea of us ruining you?”

Your head nodded rapidly, your stomach turning at the anticipation, but it stopped as he wrapped his hand around your throat instead.

“How do you always forget to use your words?” He growled. “Are you that desperate to cum that you can’t even remember simple rules?”

Something about the way Seungyoun handled you had Seungwoo enjoying this more than he should, thoughts that the next time would be more fun, because the dom in him liked a challenge.

“She might be doing it on purpose.” Seungwoo spoke up, his hips coming to a stop, the other boy following. “She loves being put in her place.” He smirked. “Don’t you, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” You said between gasps. “But I’ll stop, I promise,” You tried, your hips moving on the own, but neither of them moved to stop you. “Just please, keep going.”

“Why should we when you’re already fucking yourself on us?” Seungwoo smirked.

“It’s not the same.” You whined, your hips stopping. “Just, please.”

“Beg.” He continued, his hand back in your hair to force your head to the side so you could see him. “Our little guest here’s been having all the fun, I think you’re forgetting that you’re mine.”

Your head shook, or tried to, as quickly as it could in his hold.

“N-Never.” You whispered. “But it was your idea to have him go first.”

He chuckled but the way his grip tightened in your hair proved that he wasn’t all that amused.

“Such a smart girl when it’ll get her out of trouble.” He smirked. “Maybe I won’t let you cum at all. You’ll listen when you’re desperate.”

“No, please-” You cried, your walls clenching around them. “Please let me cum.”

“You know you can do better, baby.” His tone was softer, but still stern. “Show him how good you can beg.”

“Please let me cum. I promise I won’t misbehave. I’ll be a good girl. I just really need you, the both of you, and I can’t take it anymore.” Your voice broke more with each word that came out of you and you took Seungwoo’s slow thrust as a sign that he accepted it.

“What do you think?” His eyes shifted to the man under you. “Should we let her cum?”

“I think so,” He started. “But only because she feels so good that I’m not in the mood to drag this on.” He chuckled, slowly pushing into you.

“You don’t have to ask tonight.” Seungwoo smirked. “Cum when you want to.”

With that, he let go of his hold in your hair and resumed the pace he had before, Seungyoun not hesitating to match his pace.

With the lack of support, you head fell back against Seungyoun’s chest, but you weren’t complaining given that both boys were obviously just as close as you were.

“Ch-Choke me, please,” You whispered out, hoping one of them would hear you, Seungyoun being the only one given how close you were and he was happy to oblige. His hand moved to your neck, giving it a light squeeze before pressing harder, watching as your eyes rolled back and groaning at how you clenched around them again.

He wanted to make a remark about it, but for the sake of him trying to reach his own high, he kept his mouth shut. Saying something would only interrupt.

Seungwoo was on the same page. Wanting to say something, but knowing it would only drag on. All three of you had already been too worked up to stop again.

That point was proven when your moans turned into high pitched whines, your body going limp as you felt yourself about to cum. It was only when Seungwoo’s hands slipped around your waist to rub your clit that you forgot he’d already given you permission.

You were more than glad that Seungyoun’s hand was around your throat to keep you partially quiet, but the choked out noise you let out was slightly embarrassing.

By some miracle they both managed to cum soon after and you were thankful because that meant that you were done for the night.

Seungwoo was the first to pull out, taking notice of how you winced slightly as he moved for the handcuff key.

“Give her a minute before you pull out.” His tone softer as he undid the cuffs and put them back in the box, his hands rubbing over the marks as you calmed down.

“And you called me a softie.” Seungyoun laughed, his hand coming up to pet your hair gently, the action pulling a small hum from you as the aftercare mood settled in.

“Different circumstances.” Seungwoo smirked but left the conversation at that.

“I don’t wanna move.” You whined.

“No one said you had to, princess.” Seungyoun chuckled.

“How about a bath since you did so good?” Seungwoo offered. “With your favorite bubbles?”

You only nodded and you heard him laugh lightly as he went to go start the bath, the smell filling the room as he reappeared through the bathroom door frame.

“Maybe next time..” Seungwoo trailed off with a smirk.

“You can show him how many times you can cum.”

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