#wooyo.fic

[wooyoblr]

lay yourself bare for me (for us) (kys x jwy x cs, 18+)

description: If Wooyoung was going to walk around on stage with his cleavage on display like that, he really should have expected his boyfriends to react in the way they did. Every night was an exhilarating and new experience when the bed was occupied by three versatile men, and Yeosang knew his plans for San and Wooyoung were going to rock all three of their worlds tonight. Especially since it had been spurred on by the way San had been ogling Wooyoung’s tits as of late.

pairing: yeosang x wooyoung x san

wc: 7.9k

cw: threesome (obviously), dom!yeosang, sub!wooyoung, switch leaning sub!san, canon compliant/based on real events (i.e. break the wall tour outfits), blowjobs, dirty talk, name calling with a side of degredation, also praising, frotting, cumplay/cum as lube, use of feminine terms to refer to wooyoung’s anatomy (“tits” several times, “pussy” once), titty fucking, anal fingering, crying during sex, overstimulation, anal sex

author’s note: BEHOLD!!!! this idea has been floating around in my head ever since we first saw wooyoung’s second-day tour outfits… i just really wanted to fuck his tits, okay? and, well, since i can’t, yeosang and san have to otherwise what is the point of it all. anyway i really hope you enjoy this! it got waaaay out of hand but i’m super excited to be sharing it anyway <33 special thanks to the other half of my braincell, jenna, for proofreading and being my cheerleader throughout this whole thing.

Wooyoung’s second-day tour outfit was starting to get to Yeosang.

And Yeosang knew it was starting to get to San, too, if the way their other boyfriend’s eyes were always trailing after Wooyoung was anything to go by, raking over his exposed chest and collarbones like he was afraid they might be hidden away at any moment.

It wasn’t new, by any means, to see Wooyoung showing skin on stage. Yeosang had been teasing him about it for years; even Atiny knew that. He’d worn far less and shown off far more of his body in the past - Yeosang’s mind flashed back to that one recent time Wooyoung’s stylist gave him a jacket with a piece of fabric pinned to the front in place of an actual shirt, and the memory of how he’d heard San ravishing him that night through the bedroom walls brought a flush to his face now. But there was just something about the teasing little slit across the top of this particular tour outfit, the way his toned chest and collarbones - but not much more - were out there for the whole world to see, that caused something hot and carnal to flare up within Yeosang every time they performed with those outfits.

Another reason he knew San wasn’t faring any better was the fact that there had already been three occasions - to his knowledge, at least - wherein his two boyfriends had scurried off backstage into a private room, San dragging Wooyoung behind him, mere moments after they were dismissed by their managers at the concert’s conclusion. He didn’t mind, of course - it was part of their agreements as a throuple that they did not all have to be included in any romantic or sexual escapades that occurred, and Yeosang, having the lowest sexual drive of the three of them, was more than happy to let his boyfriends have their way with each other without him on occasion. Sometimes he even liked to just watch.

Tonight, however, he could feel something was going to be different.

It might have started when Wooyoung caught Yeosang staring at his chest through the slit in his shirt and then smirked at him. It could have been the eye contact Wooyoung immediately made with San after that, the pointed stare he gave him, and then looked back at Yeosang with the same sly expression on his face like he knew exactly what they were both thinking about at that moment. Yeosang couldn’t be sure what was going through San’s mind when he looked at Wooyoung dressed like that, but he knew what he wanted, and he was finally intending to act on it that night after the show was over.

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As predicted, San barely waited for the post-concert discussions to run their course before he had his hand around Wooyoung’s wrist and was pulling him away from prying eyes to the quieter backstage areas to have his way with him again. This time, however, Yeosang followed them.

He heard before he saw Wooyoung being shoved face-first into the wall beside the dressing room door, watched San press himself along the line of Wooyoung’s back, hips flush to his ass. Yeosang’s cock twitched in his own pants, just the sight of his boyfriends together making him stir with interest without even needing to be involved. San’s teeth latched onto the back of Wooyoung’s neck, whose eyes fluttered shut as he rolled his hips back into San’s crotch. Heat coiled low in Yeosang’s gut and he stepped forward, making his presence known.

“Starting without me again, are we?” he said, walking right up to them and smirking as they leapt apart. San dropped his head with shame and Wooyoung turned around to press his back against the wall for support, both of them already panting lightly. Yeosang tutted at them. “What am I going to do with the two of you? You’re insatiable.”

San, although both taller and broader than Yeosang, looked so small in that moment. His shoulders were hunched over and he looked up through his lashes at Yeosang. “I couldn’t help myself, Sangie,” he admitted. “He looked so good. And… And I know you’ve been looking, too, don’t try to deny it.”

San must have been feeling bold, or trying to tell Yeosang about what kind of headspace he was in today, implicitly. Given that San’s eyes were still on him, maintaining eye contact, Yeosang suspected it was the latter.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, was watching the two of them with his head up, chin tilted and eyebrow raised in some kind of challenge. “You want in or something, Yeosang-ah? I don’t know, I was sort of looking forward to San just railing me against the dressing room mirror again. He really hasn’t been able to keep it in his pants lately. I don’t even know what’s got him so wound up.” He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “And what do you plan to do about it?”

Oh? So it was going to be that kind of night, was it? Yeosang’s heart fluttered at the thought of what was coming later. He looked between his boyfriends, settling into his role for tonight, and knew that they couldn’t continue here.

“Come on,” he told them. “Are you just going to stand around chatting or are we going back to the hotel so I can fuck some sense into you?”

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It had been a while since the three of them had both time and energy to spend the night all together. Going from world tour straight into comeback schedules and then into another world tour left all of their members rather exhausted and running on fumes a lot of the time. They all opted for single rooms when on tour, giving them the option to spend peaceful time away from each other or sneak into each others' beds to cuddle or fuck if ever desired. Most of the time, the trio never even progressed to sex simply because they were too tired to do anything other than make out for a bit and then crash in each others' arms.

But this leg of the tour had just begun and they weren't scheduled for another show tomorrow night, making it the perfect time for Yeosang to take apart both of his boyfriends piece by piece until they were trembling under his touch, sobbing against his mouth, begging for release. His cock began to stir in his pants with Wooyoung and San making eyes at him and each other on either side of him in the car back to the hotel.

Their driver was none the wiser about the looks the three men in the back seat were giving each other or the borderline animalistic thoughts that were running through each of their heads. Yeosang's mind was thrown back to the last few times he'd been intimate with them, memories of sweet touches, soft cries of pleasure, sloppy kisses and I love yous whispered against lips coming to mind. Neither of them were prepared for what he was planning for their little trio tonight, perhaps not even himself.

“It’s been so long since you’ve fucked me, Yeosang-ah,” Wooyoung purred into his ear. “Sannie has amazing skills and can move his hips in such precise ways, but there’s just something about your thick cock filling me up that I’ve really missed.”

Yeosang heard San’s breath hitch, his hand sliding along Yeosang’s thigh, and he closed his eyes before his carnal desire to take overpowered his common sense and started ripping their clothes off then and there. Wooyoung was obviously itching for someone to punish him for being such a fucking tease.

“You know this is about you, right?” Yeosang hissed back. “You and your slutty little tour outfits?”

Wooyoung gulped at the degrading word, eyes flitting between Yeosang and San’s intense gazes. His lips parted with understanding, twitching at the corner into a slight smirk. Yeosang decided in that moment that his mouth, along with multiple other things, was going to be stuffed full and fucked.

The tension was thick in the air as they pulled up at the hotel and scrambled out of the car. Their rooms were only a short elevator ride up, but none of them could wait; the build-up, time spent waiting, and tension simmering throughout the last few days had sent them over the edge and they needed their hands on each other as soon as possible, elevator cameras be damned.

Yeosang’s mouth found Wooyoung’s the moment the elevator door closed behind them, hands gripping his boyfriend’s hips and pressing him into the wall. He felt San’s body along the line of his back, warm lips on his neck as he shoved his tongue into Wooyoung’s mouth and swallowed his moans.

“Fuck,” San groaned against Yeosang’s skin. “He sounds so hot already, Sangie, I can’t wait to watch you fuck him.”

Wooyoung whimpered into Yeosang’s mouth, hands clutching at the front of his hoodie. He tilted his head, nearly knocking his forehead against San’s. Yeosang broke the kiss and moved his head to the side as Wooyoung leaned in further to join San’s lips on Yeosang’s neck. Wooyoung bit down and sucked while San licked a stripe from Yeosang’s shirt collar to his ear, Yeosang’s loud groan reverberating around the small room. His hands wandered up Wooyoung’s sides, across his stomach and chest, landing on each of his pecs. He bucked his hips against Wooyoung’s and squeezed his hands, massaging Wooyoung’s chest like they were breasts. He heard San whine behind him, felt his boyfriends pressing closer into him until they began kissing right next to his face. Yeosang was hard in his pants now and he could feel both of their cocks pressed against him in front and behind and that they were just as aroused.

The elevator came to a stop, the short ding making them startle and jolt apart. San grabbed Yeosang’s hand and Yeosang grabbed Wooyoung’s as they dragged each other through the doors and down the hall to their rooms.

Wooyoung’s room was first, so he pushed past the other two to get his keycard to the door. Yeosang took those few short seconds of opportunity to get his mouth on San’s neck, heat shooting down his spine at the surprised whine his boyfriend let out as he bit down on his collarbone. Wooyoung cursed under his breath as he fumbled with the keycard, glancing back to see his boyfriends making out without him. He finally got the door open and grabbed both Yeosang and San’s wandering hands, yanking them towards him and the three of them finally stumbled through the door into privacy.

The moment it was shut behind them, Yeosang shoved San against the door and then pushed Wooyoung by the shoulders to the floor. His knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud as San knocked his head back on the door, watching curiously. Wooyoung didn’t need to be told what to do once he was there, each hand reaching up to stroke his boyfriends through their pants while they fumbled with their pant buttons and zippers.

“Come on, come on,” Wooyoung whined petulantly. “Hurry up and give it to me.”

He was panting, eyes darting between them until San could shove his pants down his thighs just enough to let his hard cock spring free. Wooyoung was on him in an instant, a wanton moan slipping out the second he had San’s tip in his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yeosang groaned, finally getting his hands on his own cock and pulling it from the confines of his pants. He spat into his hand and jerked himself a few times, watching the way San’s eyes rolled back and mouth fell open as Wooyoung bobbed his head up and down San’s length, until Yeosang decided it was time to resume his role for the evening.

Wooyoung pulled off San’s cock with a pop for some air and Yeosang took the moment to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him towards him, smirking as Wooyoung cried out at the sudden pain. Yeosang fed his cock into Wooyoung’s open mouth and then reached for San, groaning as the heat of Wooyoung’s mouth enveloped him while San pecked and nipped at his lips until Yeosang could push his tongue into his mouth and feel the warmth there, too. He sucked on San’s tongue as Wooyoung sucked on his cock. Wooyoung had one hand on the base of Yeosang’s dick to hold him steady and the other slowly jerked San off. He let Wooyoung switch back and forth between his boyfriends for a few more minutes, content to make out with San while Wooyoung got his fill of cock in his greedy mouth.

Yeosang broke the kiss to look down at Wooyoung, pressing his forehead against San’s as he did the same. “Look at him,” Yeosang said to San, “He’s so desperate to have at least one of his holes filled, he’ll happily take two cocks at the same time if it means he gets cock at all. What a slut.”

San whined nearly as loud as Wooyoung did at the way Yeosang spoke as if Wooyoung wasn’t even present. San dropped his head onto Yeosang’s shoulder and thrust his hips forward into Wooyoung’s willing mouth. “Could he take us both at one time?” San whimpered. Wooyoung groaned around his cock, now fisting Yeosang’s, and San whined again at the vibrations it shot through his shaft. “Could he fit two cocks in his mouth, do you think? What about– oh, what about his hole? Does he want it that bad?”

“If we want him to, he will,” Yeosang stated.

It wasn’t what he had in the cards for the night, but Yeosang added it to his mental checklist of things they needed to try soon. He pulled back from San and grabbed another fistful of Wooyoung’s fiery red hair, forcing him to look up at his dishevelled boyfriends.

Yeosang tutted at the glazed look on Wooyoung’s face, jaw slack and lips red raw, chin slick with spit. “You really do look like a slut right now.” He ran a finger over Wooyoung’s bottom lip, slipping it into his mouth and pushing down on his tongue until he gagged. “Greedy, filthy little cockslut, Wooyoung-ah.”

Wooyoung nodded, whimpered around Yeosang’s finger as he sucked, his eyes darting over to San.

“He’s not going to help you,” Yeosang said. “You’re to listen to me and me only, do you understand?”

He waited until Wooyoung nodded again before finally releasing his hair and withdrawing his finger.

Yeosang turned to San. “Are you ready to defile our slutty little boyfriend, Sannie?”

San, too, nodded at Yeosang’s words, his eyes a little harsher and less obedient than Wooyoung’s.

Yeosang continued, giving Wooyoung a quick glance to check he was still paying attention from his place on the floor. “Do you want to know what I’ve been thinking about recently? I’ve been thinking about how good the two of you look under me as a pair.” He reached forward to tuck some of San’s stray hairs behind his ear, cooing as he leaned into the soft touch. “You’re so beautiful, San-ah, and I would love more than anything to ruin you tonight, but I think what we both want is to show our little Wooyoungie exactly what we think of one of the outfits he was wearing on stage today.”

San’s eyes widened in understanding and he nodded enthusiastically, hair falling from where Yeosang had just placed it. “Yes, yes,” San agreed. “He’s been parading himself around on stage, in public, in front of thousands of fans every day, and I’ve had enough of it, too.” He gulped, eyes darting between Wooyoung and Yeosang, before straightening his shoulders. “Shall we show him what that body of his is really only good for?”

Yeosang’s lips twitched into a sly smile. He hadn’t quite pinned down San’s headspace tonight just yet, but he seemed to be letting Yeosang take the reins, which was exactly what he’d been hoping would happen. “I think we shall.” He jerked his head towards the bed on the other side of the room. “Wooyoung. Get naked and get on the bed.”

Wooyoung huffed. “What, I don’t even get to make one of you cum with my mouth first? I thought you just said you wanted to defile me immediately.”

Yeosang’s lip twitched. Given how long it had been since they’d had a night like this, he knew Wooyoung’s brattiness would fold again as soon as Yeosang made his desires clear. He grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face him. “People who whore themselves out on stage don’t get to make demands,” Yeosang growled. “I tell you to strip and you strip, Young-ah. Now.”

Wooyoung whimpered in Yeosang’s harsh grip, whimpered again and then nodded so that Yeosang would let go of him. He scrambled from the floor, a soft groan slipping out as he stretched his sore knees, and stripped himself gracelessly of his clothing. Yeosang also stepped out of his pants and then towards San so they could help each other out of their shirts, kissing along each inch of exposed skin as he pulled the fabric up and over the taller man’s head. He knew San liked that kind of stupidly romantic thing in the middle of sex and it certainly was no hardship to worship San’s strong, lean body. He also took a moment to check in with him, wordlessly assess whether he was happy with how Yeosang was treating him. Once that was cleared, when the three of them were finally bare with Wooyoung sitting at the head of the bed with his legs out in front of him, did Yeosang address his boyfriends once more in his dominating tone.

"Since we’re here to celebrate the slutty little boob window in Wooyoung’s clothing, I’ve made a few decisions about how tonight is going to go down. Here's what's going to happen," Yeosang began, eyes on San beside him. "Sannie, you're going to cum on Wooyoungie's tits. How you get there is for Wooyoung to decide. Then, I'm going to fuck Wooyoung's tits with your help." He let his gaze linger on San's parted lips, before turning his eyes to his other boyfriend. "Wooyoung-ah, you are not allowed to cum until both Sannie and I have finished. Sannie can fuck your tits after me, if he wants to, and maybe, if you've been really good, I'll finger you while he does that. And then, once we're both satisfied, maybe one of us will fuck you. Is that understood?"

Wooyoung’s eyes were wide, lips parted, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, god, Sangie.”

Pleased with his obedience, Yeosang then looked to San, raising an eyebrow for his approval or input. San was chewing on his bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me, too,” he said after a moment, reaching out to grab Yeosang by the hip and pull him towards him. San leaned in and murmured in his ear, just loud enough for Wooyoung to hear. “I love it when you get all controlling like this and I want more than anything for us to wreck that little twink over there, but I just can’t stop thinking about you railing me when you get like this, Sang-ah. It’s so sexy.”

A shiver shot down Yeosang’s spine and he nodded. “If Wooyoung can do as he’s told, the night will unfold exactly as we want.”

The two standing turned to face their boyfriend on the bed. Wooyoung’s hands were clutching at the sheets beside him, legs spread and bent slightly at the knee. His face and chest were already flushed. Yeosang dragged his eyes from Wooyoung’s parted lips down his chest to where his hard cock was straining against his toned stomach. Despite his own instructions, Yeosang’s fingers longed to reach out and touch, to stroke him and make him writhe under his hands, make him whine and cry and beg for more. He’d get there soon enough.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Wooyoung? Sannie’s not going to cum with you just sitting there looking pretty.”

Wooyoung’s eyes snapped between his boyfriends, who were still standing at the edge of the bed, looming over him. “O-Oh–”

���Join him, San,” Yeosang interrupted. “He clearly is having trouble thinking for himself. Poor little slut is already too sex-dumb and he hasn’t even been touched yet. Why don’t you get started until he gets his bearings back?”

San obeyed easily, crawled towards Wooyoung on the bed. He settled on his knees between his legs and dipped down to kiss him, hungrily parting his lips and pushing his tongue into his mouth. Wooyoung reciprocated naturally, arching his back into San’s strong grip and nearly losing his balance from how eagerly he kissed back. Yeosang kneeled on the bed, settling back to watch, his hand lurking between his legs but not touching himself just yet.

He watched San’s fingers slide up Wooyoung’s sides until they reached his hair where he tugged his head back hard, tilting his own head and sitting up on his knees to keep their lips connected. One hand rested at the back of Wooyoung’s neck, the other cupping his face, far softer than Yeosang had treated him a few minutes ago.

Wooyoung pushed back, knowing he would be given more leeway with San than with Yeosang tonight and clearly remembering what Yeosang had tasked him with before he would be allowed to cum. He kept pushing until San was on his back, elbows propping him up with Wooyoung leaning over him, their mouths still locked together. Wooyoung finally broke the kiss to shift around until he had one leg between San’s and was kneeling over his thigh, their hips aligned and cocks brushing against each other with every shift of weight on the bed.

“God,” Yeosang mumbled under his breath, unable to stop himself from crawling closer as they resumed kissing. He dropped spit into his palm and grasped their cocks, one of San’s hands shooting out to hold onto his other arm. San’s nails were digging into his bicep but it only served as a gauge for how good he was feeling as Yeosang jerked his boyfriends’ cocks together at the same time. High-pitched whines were already falling out of Wooyoung’s mouth and into San’s as his hips jerked back and forth in tiny thrusts into Yeosang’s hand. San and Wooyoung’s foreheads were touching, their gazes locked as they breathed into the hot space between their mouths. It was sickeningly romantic, the way they looked at each other, and a warm flash of affection shot through Yeosang’s chest as he increased the speed of his hand, half considering throwing his plans out the window to watch them both fall apart all over each other under his touch.

San’s moans pitched up to match Wooyoung’s and his eyes rolled back, head dropping back to expose his flushed, sweaty neck. He was getting close.

“Touch him,” Yeosang ordered Wooyoung, swooping down to attach his lips and teeth to San’s neck while Wooyoung took over stroking their cocks. Yeosang bit down and sucked on the sweaty skin, groaning in response to San’s whining as he got closer to finishing. His hips were jerking under Wooyoung’s touch and Yeosang’s teeth where he nibbled down his neck to suck another mark along his collarbone. Yeosang glanced down to watch how the head of San’s cock rubbed up against Wooyoung’s, catching on his frenulum and leaking precum over the both of them which eased the slide.

“Yeosangie,” San whimpered, “I’m so close.”

“You look so gorgeous, Sannie,” Yeosang growled in his ear. “Wooyoungie’s doing such a good job, isn’t he?”

San nodded, eyebrows pinched together tight on his forehead. He just needed a push.

“You’re going to cum all over him and make such a mess of our little slut, and then later I’m going to fuck another orgasm out of you. Maybe even another in between if your little cock can get hard again quickly. I know how much you love it when you’re sensitive, when it hurts but it’s so good.”

San’s eyes flew open as he approached his high, hips jerking up into Wooyoung’s hand. After just a few more seconds, Yeosang slapped Wooyoung’s wrist to let go and then shoved him onto his back, giving San space to crawl back over him and straddle his waist, Yeosang pressed along the length of his back. Wooyoung’s mouth dropped open and his tongue fell out to catch any stray drops as he gripped San’s cock again, angling it over his own chest and stroking him tight and fast.

Yeosang’s eyes flitted between watching San cum and Wooyoung’s open, waiting expression, until his eyes were drawn to Wooyoung’s small, pert nipples. They were hard with arousal, and just as San whined high in his throat and began to spill all over Wooyoung’s chest, Yeosang reached both hands around him to grip each of Wooyoung’s pecs and push them together, creating a divet of cleavage for San’s cum to pool in. San writhed and jerked, head fallen back against Yeosang’s shoulder, and Wooyoung was whining at the sight of San’s cum collecting on his chest.

“Fuck, fuck,” Yeosang growled, barely giving San time to work through the aftershocks of his orgasm before maneuvering him off Wooyoung and taking his place. He was so tightly wound after watching and touching without being touched himself that he was almost worried he would bust a nut as soon as he slid his cock in between Wooyoung’s pecs.

San was panting, scrambled up to sit beside Wooyoung’s head where he could touch and press Wooyoung’s chest together just as Yeosang had been doing moments before. He uncapped the lube bottle (when had he even retrieved that?) and added a few drops to Yeosang’s cock to ease the slide. Wooyoung was watching them with wide, wet eyes, squirming under their intense, lust-filled gazes, although absolutely loving the attention on him.

“I bet you love being used like this,” San said, leaning down to nip at Wooyoung’s ear. He squeezed his hands where they were pushing his chest together, creating a space for Yeosang to finally slide his cock between them, aided by the cum and lube. “Every part of your body was made to be fucked by us.”

A low moan was ripped from Yeosang’s throat as he finally got some stimulation back on his cock, replacing San’s hands with his own and pushing Wooyoung’s tits together further. He moved his thumbs over the top of the divet, pressed against his shaft and creating a bridge so there was no place around his cock untouched. He pumped his hips in short thrusts into the wet crease, tuning into whatever San was mumbling into Wooyoung’s ear, getting their boyfriend all hot and bothered with nothing he could do about it. One of Wooyoung’s arms had flown up to hold onto San’s leg, nails digging into his flesh, the other tugging desperately at his own hair.

“You’re such an attention whore, Young-ah,” San was saying. “You’re never satisfied unless everybody’s eyes are on you, unless everyone is talking about how hot and irresistible you are. I bet you just okayed that outfit because you knew it would spark this kind of reaction from us, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

Wooyoung’s eyes slid shut and then snapped open again like he didn’t want to miss seeing a single moment of Yeosang falling apart on top of him. Yeosang grunted, watching his cock fuck in and out of the tight circle he had created, San’s cum dripping over Wooyoung’s collarbones and pooling in the crevice there.

“You have such pretty tits, Wooyoung,” Yeosang growled. “I can’t believe you’ve been letting the whole world see them on stage. Almost wanna fuck them with that shirt still on you and leave my cum all over it so that everyone can see who you really belong to.”

Wooyoung whined after a particularly sharp thrust of Yeosang’s hips. “Yes, Sangie. This feels so good. You feel so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when we treat you like this? I bet you’d like it even more if Sannie fucked your pussy while I fucked your tits.”

Both San and Wooyoung cried out at Yeosang’s words, their sweet whining like music to his horny brain. Heat was building low in his abdomen, precum dripping from his cock and adding to the mess on Wooyoung’s chest. San was hard again, Yeosang noticed. He was jerking himself slowly next to Wooyoung’s face, who hadn’t noticed because his tunnel vision on Yeosang’s cock on his chest was so strong. Wooyoung’s mouth dropped open again and he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, lapping at the tip of Yeosang’s cock each time he thrust forward.

San shifted his weight to lean forward just enough so that his cock could be seen by Wooyoung. He dragged his eyes away from Yeosang for just a moment, spotting his other boyfriend’s dick next to his face.

“Sangie,” Wooyoung whispered, “You’re going to fuck San, aren’t you?”

Yeosang nodded, hips slowing. “I’m going to fuck you both,” he clarified.

“Can I finger him?”

San whimpered and dropped his head forward onto Yeosang’s shoulder, his cock jutting out and rubbing against the side of Wooyoung’s face as his hips twitched without permission.

“Please,” San begged. “Yeosangie, please, I need something. You guys look so good together, please, please–”

“You heard him,” Yeosang snapped at Wooyoung. “Open him up for me.”

Yeosang focused on fucking Wooyoung’s tits while the other two fumbled with the lube. As he could feel himself approaching his peak, pleasure rooting itself at the base of his cock, one of San’s arms slipped around his shoulder to steady himself while the other began jerking himself off. The squelch of Wooyoung’s fingers pumping in and out of him added to the slick sounds of Yeosang fucking himself faster between Wooyoung’s pecs.

“You’ve been so good, Young-ah,” he told him. “Your body is so perfect, it’s just made for me to fuck. I could almost forget about how much of a slut you’ve been lately.” His breath came in quick, short bursts, his fingers playing with Wooyoung’s nipples as he fucked him harder. “Sannie, look at our angel. So perfect to be used like this. What a perfect little whore.”

San sobbed, apparently close again alarmingly quick, his hand stripping his cock rough and fast, hips bucking forward into his own touch and back on Wooyoung’s fingers. He shuddered, cried out Yeosang’s name once more, and then spilled over his fist, hot stripes of cum splattering over Wooyoung’s filthy chest and Yeosang’s cock.

The sight alone was enough to send Yeosang over the edge, as Wooyoung started moaning and San’s cries of pleasure reached his ears. His balls drew up and the tight pressure at the base of his cock finally snapped, a wave of pleasure slamming into him. His hips stuttered in a filthy grind against all the mess on Wooyoung’s tits as he came in long ropes that shot all the way up into Wooyoung’s open mouth. Yeosang doubled over, hips jerking into oversensitivity, and he was vaguely aware of the obscenely loud moans coming out of his mouth. San was kissing his neck, biting at his earlobe, and Wooyoung’s face had gone slack, eyes glazed over as he watched in awe.

Panting, Yeosang cleared his throat, sitting up on his knees and hissing at the stiffness in his body. “Get on your backs on the side of the bed, both of you.”

San, despite having already cum twice, moved faster and with more grace than Wooyoung. Yeosang slipped off the bed and walked around to stand in front of where they were seated beside each other. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Wooyoung’s first, licking into his mouth and cupping his face gently. He felt San’s hands on him, wandering without purpose, as if just to touch, to feel. Yeosang pulled back and regarded San for a moment.

“Wooyoung-ah, grab some wipes from the drawer and clean yourself up,” he instructed, before diving down to kiss San instead. Yeosang let his boyfriend’s hands feel up and down his body, gripping and squeezing as they made out while Wooyoung, who was shockingly hard and surprisingly not complaining about being ignored, wiped down the cum, spit and lube from his chest.

The way San kissed oozed contentment. His lips were soft and pliant under Yeosang’s, hands finally having settled on his hips where Yeosang stood between San’s parted legs. Wooyoung’s hands were on them next, one on each of their backs, their shoulders, their arms, rubbing and squeezing just a little bit, as if trying to tug them towards him again. San hummed into Yeosang’s mouth, and then pulled away to kiss Wooyoung.

Taking the opportunity for what it was, Yeosang grabbed the lube again, getting some into his palm and finally grasping Wooyoung’s red, veiny cock. His boyfriend yelped at the sudden touch where he was so highly strung and sensitive, and San pinched his nipple to get his attention back to kissing him. Yeosang snickered, pumping Wooyoung’s cock harshly a few times before taking pity on his desperate, needy cries and letting go.

“Lie down on your backs.”

As they did what they were told, Yeosang maneuvered them as he pleased. He pushed both of their thighs further apart, bent at the knees, and picked up Wooyoung’s smaller leg to place it on top of San’s. Yeosang’s cock gave a valiant twitch at the sight of both his boyfriends spread open and aroused in front of him, San’s spent dick somehow stirring back to life again and Wooyoung’s cockhead bordering on purple with how turned on and neglected it was. San’s hole was pink and wet from where Wooyoung had been stretching him earlier, inviting Yeosang to reach out and touch, but he knew that Wooyoung might call yellow if they ignored him any longer without touching him, so he made a decision.

“Since you did so well and let us fuck your pretty, soft tits, I’m going to finger you now.”

Wooyoung’s lips parted, brows scrunching together as he nodded. “Yes, please. Need you inside.”

Yeosang hummed, uncapping the lube again. Wooyoung propped his feet up on the bed, one of them between San’s thighs, and adjusted his hips to give Yeosang easier access. He turned his head towards San and pouted until the other got the message and kissed him again.

“Touch him, Wooyoung,” Yeosang said as he slid a finger into Wooyoung’s hole right to the hilt. “He can take it.”

Yeosang focused on opening up Wooyoung’s body, knowing that if he let his eyes stray to where Wooyoung’s hand was wrapped around San’s poor, sensitive cock, his own arousal would build too quickly and he wouldn’t have the stamina to fuck them both after having already cum once tonight. Unlike San, Yeosang was not a fan of the pain that came with being overstimulated and his refractory period was not as short, either. He could hear San’s sweet, soft whines as Wooyoung stroked him back to full hardness. Wooyoung was writhing and squirming under Yeosang’s ministrations, his fingers purposefully avoiding his prostate despite knowing how much he loved being milked by that stimulation alone.

“Yeosangie,” Wooyoung whined. “Please fuck me, I’m ready, I need you.”

Yeosang tutted at him. “So needy,” he scolded, using his clean hand to slap lightly at his inner thigh.

“Yeah, because I’ve been waiting for hours and you guys have just been using me and barely even touching me except when it does something for—”

Yeosang instantly withdrew his fingers and gripped the base of Wooyoung's cock harshly with one hand, the other hand reaching up to grasp his jaw and squash his cheeks tightly beneath his fingers.

“You wanna try that again, Youngie?” Yeosang growled, eyes bearing down harder into Wooyoung’s unwavering, unrelenting gaze. “You don’t get to go parading around on stage, showing yourself off like that like some whore, and then come home and demand we touch you the way you want it. You’re our slut and we’ll treat you how we see fit, you got that?”

Wooyoung blinked a few times as Yeosang’s grip on his jaw tightened, looking like he was going to retaliate again. Yeosang hadn’t been prepared to punish his boyfriend for bratty behaviour, but he would if that was what Wooyoung wanted out of tonight. But then Wooyoung whined, conceding, and let his eyes flutter shut finally as he relaxed. His cock throbbed in Yeosang’s other hand, hips twitching on their own accord, and Yeosang distantly remembered that Wooyoung was correct in that they’d been touching and teasing him without letting him cum for hours now.

He felt San’s hand brush the one he had around Wooyoung’s neglected cock, and he dropped him, letting San take his place.

“Yeosangie,” San mumbled, but Yeosang’s eyes were still locked with Wooyoung’s. “Yeosangie, make him wait. Fuck me first and make him wait longer.”

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San’s suggestion. Wooyoung choked out a sob suddenly and Yeosang’s eyes were finally torn away to look down at where San was digging his thumb into Wooyoung’s slit. Wooyoung’s fist was still wrapped loosely around San’s cock, too, though they were both just holding each other, not stroking. Yeosang let go of Wooyoung’s jaw as well and reached for the lube, shifting in front of San.

“Yeosangie is right, Young-ah,” San continued. “You don’t get to make demands like that and expect us to listen, do you? If we want to use your body for our pleasure, we will. You’re just here to be our little plaything and you take it so well, jagiya.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth to fight back again and Yeosang moved quickly, jamming two clean fingers into his mouth. He used his other hand to line his lubed cock up with San’s hole and pushed his hips forward to breach him as Wooyoung moaned around his fingers, starting to suck. San’s head snapped towards Yeosang at the first sign of intrusion, the hand he had on Wooyoung’s cock slackening for a moment.

Slowly, Yeosang filled him inch by inch. Wooyoung had probably only managed to get two fingers into him earlier, so he was tight, and Yeosang wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out before he could fuck Wooyoung. He definitely wouldn’t be able to get hard again for a while and Wooyoung would break if he didn’t get fucked soon. San could always do it, but Yeosang wanted to.

“Fuck.” Yeosang’s breath rushed out of his lungs, hips stilling flush against San’s ass. His tight body was clenching around him, thighs shaking as Wooyoung resumed stroking his cock. San had cum twice already, Yeosang remembered amidst his haze of arousal, and he was incredibly turned on and sensitive, so it wouldn’t take much to get him there a third time. “You’re so fucking tight, Sannie.” He withdrew his hips just as slowly as he’d pushed in, revelling in the constricting heat around his cock, and then angled his hips up and slammed forward into San’s overstimulated prostate.

San’s body spasmed and he cried out, back arching off the bed. His neck was bared, flushed, and Wooyoung leaned in to lick at his sweaty skin, hand moving faster on his cock. Heat built quickly at the base of Yeosang’s spine as he fucked into San, hips and balls slapping crudely against his skin. San’s eyes were clenched shut as his body was rocked on the edge of the bed, little moans being pushed from his chest with each thrust of Yeosang’s hips.

“San-ah, you’re neglecting poor little Wooyoungie,” Yeosang reminded him.

“Yeah, San-ah.” Wooyoung nipped at his ear, making San whimper again. “Little Wooyoungie wants your attention.”

A low, quiet growl slipped out of Yeosang’s mouth as San nodded and turned his head to lock lips with Wooyoung. His arm moved across their bodies to take Wooyoung’s cock in hand again.

“Shit,” Yeosang whispered, eyes darting frantically over the sight below him as a surge of arousal and pleasure rushed through his body – his two attractive boyfriends making out, legs spread and jerking each other off while Yeosang fucked into San’s tight hole. “Oh my god.”

With his free hand, Wooyoung then reached between his own legs and tucked two fingers into himself, and Yeosang knew it was about to be all over for him way too soon. He grabbed San’s impossibly tiny waist and drove his cock harder into his prostate, pulling his boyfriend back onto his cock over and over again. Yeosang fucked him hard and fast until San had to break away from Wooyoung’s mouth to moan, loud and broken, and came all over his toned stomach and Wooyoung’s hand, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Without even needing to be told, as if he’d read Yeosang’s mind, Wooyoung knocked San’s hand away from him and sat up to swing a leg over his hips. He leaned forward and rested his hands beside San’s head. Now on all fours, hovering over his fucked-out boyfriend with his ass on display for Yeosang, Wooyoung wiggled his hips, and Yeosang certainly did not need to be asked twice.

He snarled, a flash of possessiveness smacking him in the chest as he gripped Wooyoung’s ass, spread his cheeks and fed his cock into his wet, needy hole.

“Fucking finally,” Wooyoung sobbed, fisting the sheets beside San’s head. “Split me open on that dick and– oh, oh! Fucking, god.”

Yeosang’s nails dug into Wooyoung’s ass and hips as he fucked into him roughly, already chasing his own high for the second time, knowing he was barely a minute away from finishing. He was so tightly wound, so fucking turned on he couldn’t think about anything other than reaching that sweet release and spilling all over Wooyoung’s pretty, pink hole. The sound of kissing beneath him brought him back to the scene, hearing the sloppy moans slipping out of Wooyoung’s mouth and into San’s with every thrust. Yeosang’s abdomen tensed, realising his orgasm was approaching far too quickly because Wooyoung still hadn’t cum yet and god-fucking-damnit, he would not let his sub be unsatisfied.

Yeosang slid a hand into Wooyoung’s vibrant hair and yanked, pulling him up onto his knees and causing him to squeal at the new angle as Yeosang’s cockhead pounded into his prostate repeatedly. He felt San shifting beneath them.

“You want to be split open on a dick like the little cockslut you are?” Yeosang growled into Wooyoung’s ear and Wooyoung whined high in his throat in response. “Say it.”

“I– ah, ah, oh– I’m a little cockslut, fuck, fuck.”

“Say it again.”

“Yeosang,” Wooyoung cried, “Please, please, I’m so–”

“Stop begging and say it.”

Wooyoung sobbed through a broken moan. “I’m– I’m such a cockslut,” he whispered, and then again, louder, whinier, “I’m your little cockslut, Yeosang, just a slut to be used however you and Sannie want– ah, ah, ah–”

“Good boy, Wooyoung,” San said, settling in front of them. “Was that so hard? Cum for us now, jagi.”

Yeosang tugged Wooyoung back even further, forcing him to bend backwards so Yeosang could sink his teeth into the lovely, sex-flushed skin of his neck. He sucked hard, peering over Wooyoung’s shoulder just in time to see San on his stomach, taking Wooyoung’s cock into his mouth, and the tension within Yeosang snapped.

“Wooyoung, Sannie, I– fuck.”

His orgasm slammed into him like a tidal wave, hips pressed up against Wooyoung’s ass in a filthy grind as he rode out one of the longest, most intense orgasms he’d ever had. His mouth dropped open around an elongated moan, eyes rolling back as he panted hard, waves of intense pleasure coursing through his body. Hot ropes of cum shot into Wooyoung’s hole which was clenching around him. Yeosang’s thighs shook and he distantly heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched moans as he came into San’s mouth, grinding back on Yeosang’s throbbing cock where it was still shoved up against his prostate. His head had fallen back against Yeosang’s clavicle and his body trembled as he rode out his orgasm, too.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, after wading through the fog in his brain, Yeosang regained his senses and opened his eyes. He untangled his fingers from Wooyoung’s hair and eased him down onto the bed next to where San was lying, and then flopped down beside them both, absolutely spent. Wooyoung curled into San’s side immediately, flinging a tired arm over his sweaty back and nuzzling against his shoulder.

“Young-ah,” San groaned against the bedsheets. “You are disgusting and I am disgusting. Get off me.”

Wooyoung pouted and whined. “Meanie.” He turned to face Yeosang, bottom lip still jutting out. “Sannie won’t cuddle me.”

“You’re a big boy, Wooyoung,” Yeosang muttered. “You can handle a bit of rejection every now and then.”

“It’s good for your ego,” San added.

Yeosang snorted at Wooyoung’s petulant whining, but allowed himself to be pulled, along with a grumbling, exhausted San, into a cuddle pile. Wooyoung hummed, pressing a kiss to each of their temples.

“I fall more and more in love with you guys every fucking day,” he said.

“Wish you’d stop that,” Yeosang said.

“Hey! Like you weren’t the one who kissed me the first time!”

“Biggest mistake of my life.”

“You also kissed me the first time, Yeosangie,” San so helpfully added.

Wooyoung gasped as if he didn’t know this already. “It’s almost like you have feelings for us. Sorry to break it to you, Sang-ah, but you know you can’t resist all of this.”

“That is so true,” San agreed. “I mean, we were just saying how we basically own him and how unfair it is that other people get to look at him. Isn’t that what you were saying, Yeo?”

Yeosang was going to kill San. And Wooyoung.

“How the fuck do you have so much energy for all this banter?” he groaned, turning to bury his face in Wooyoung’s bare chest.

“You fucked us full of cum,” Wooyoung stated, shameless. “You injected your lifeblood into both of us and now we–”

San’s lips were on Wooyoung’s in an instant, stopping his weird train of thought then and there. Yeosang huffed out a laugh, reaching across Wooyoung’s dirty chest to hold onto San’s arm, keeping all of them in contact with each other. They would have to all have a long, hot shower and clean off the various fluids sticking to their filthy skin before they slept, but as Yeosang pressed a kiss to Wooyoung’s collarbone, squeezed his hand where it lay against San’s bicep, and watched with tenderness and wonder as the two of them kissed softly, he figured that could wait.

He didn’t want to give Wooyoung any ideas about a round two (three? four?) if they all went in there together, anyway.

[wooyoblr]

saddle up (cs, 18+)

pairing: san x male reader

cw: smut. it’s just smut. bottom dom(ish?)reader, cumplay, facial. not proofread.

a/n: don't let the cute pic fool you, this is very much not a cute fic lmao, just what inspired me to “write some sentences” for my beloved @huiranghaes-backup​ which somehow turned into this. enjoy <3

you're in his lap making out, he's wearing a black tshirt and sweat pants and you can feel him hard through the pants, grinding down against his cock and just wishing it was inside you already. you tell him as much and he groans into your mouth, hands fumbling between your bodies to get you out of your pants and get his pants down just enough so that his cock springs free. you climb back into his lap and he slicks himself up as you shove two fingers into yourself, stretching yourself as quickly as you can so you can get on his dick already. you're so hard and he takes you both in his large hand, stroking your cocks a few times until you can't take it anymore and need to fuck him before you both are sent over the edge too early.

you sink down on his cock, head thrown back as it hits all the right places inside you. your hips move on their own, jerking back and forth so that the head of san's cock rubs right up against your prostate. he sits up and wraps his arms around you, thrusting his hips up to slam himself in you fully. you moan, your head drops so that your forehead rests against his shoulder. his lips trail up your neck, along your jaw, until he finally reaches your mouth. the air between you is stifling, soft whines and moans breathed into the space between your lips before you have the mind to actually kiss him. you shove your tongue into his mouth immediately, moaning at the warmth and softness of him, in contrast with the intense waves of pleasure shooting through you from where his cock drills into your hole over and over again.

your hands find the hem of his tshirt, pushing it up until he gets the hint and takes it off, and you latch your teeth onto his collarbone immediately, biting and sucking your mark. san whines, head falling back, so you push at his chest until he lies down on the bed. from here, you can bend further and attach your lips to his nipple, your hips moving in a filthy grind to keep his cockhead massaging your prostate. one of your hands comes up to play with his other nipple, while the other reaches for your own cock. you stroke yourself slowly, an idea springing to mind.

you need him to cum soon.

you stop your attack on his chest and sit up to ride him properly, bouncing on his cock and watching yours twitch and jump with every thrust. san's hands grip your hips as he fucks up into you, his nails digging into your soft skin. he's close, you can tell by the furrow of his brow. you lean over again to whisper filthy nothings in his ear, loving the way his moans hitch into whiny pleads until he thrusts up once, twice, and groans loud in your ear, spilling inside you.

you give him a few seconds to work through his orgasm, then you pull off and move to straddle his chest, stripping your cock hard and fast above his face. pleasure roots itself at the base of your cock and as san realises what's going on, he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out.

such a good boy. 

his name slips from your lips over and over and you feel his cum dripping out of you. you reach around and tuck two fingers into yourself, collecting some and then using it to jerk yourself to completion. san's eyes widen and he moans high in his throat at the sight, suddenly lifting his head to take the tip of your cock into his mouth. it sends you over and suddenly you're cumming, hot spurts shooting out and hitting the back of his mouth. you pull your cock out and continue jerking yourself through your orgasm, watching the last few spurts fly across his pretty, fucked out face.

[wooyoblr]

good vibrations (jwy, 18+)

overview: sometimes you just need to make your needy, whiny boyfriend cum with a vibrator pressed against his cock

pairing: sub!wooyoung x gn!reader

wc: ~1600

cw: smut with a side of fluff, handjob, vibrator use, blowjob, reader being disgustingly in love with their gorgeous, needy bf

wooyoung is needy today. he's pouting, chin resting on your shoulder from where he stands behind you in the kitchen. he nuzzles his cheek against the side of your neck.

"what are you doing right now?" he asks, voice quiet.

"mm, nothing important," you say. "why? what do you want, young-ah?"

he hums, slides his arms around your waist. "want you."

you turn around to face him, finding his eyes already starting to glaze over. you coo at him, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, caressing his strong jaw. he lets out a soft whine and leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed.

"aw, look at you, so needy already? we haven't even done anything." you take his hand and lead him out of the kitchen into the living room. "have a seat, love, i'll be back in a moment."

you dash into the bedroom to grab a few things and return to find wooyoung sitting patiently on the couch, hands placed on top of his thighs. he looks up at you when you come into the room, eyes wide and shining. he looks so pretty like this and it brings warmth to your heart to see him watching you so trustfully.

"good boy, wooyoung," you say, sitting down next to him and finally leaning in to kiss him as a reward for waiting.

he moans into your mouth straight away, twisting to grab eagerly onto your arms and tilting his head to allow you to slide your tongue into his mouth. wooyoung kisses every time like it might be his last, passionate and demanding, drawing a soft moan out of you as his hands slide around your body to hold you close. you break the kiss to trail your lips over his jaw and down his neck, one hand reaching up to tug at his hair, the other sliding down his chest, over his stomach, and resting on his thigh. wooyoung throws his head back as you nip and suck on his neck, right under his ear. he whimpers, back arched, and you squeeze the hand on his thigh, fingers digging into strong muscle.

"wooyoung-ah," you whisper against his skin, "i'm going to touch you now, okay? you still with me, sweetheart?"

he nods, hums in affirmation.

"good boy," you tell him again, giving one last quick bite at his sensitive skin. you slide off the couch to kneel on the floor. "take off your pants," you instruct him.

wooyoung complies easily, too far gone in his headspace to put up a fight or test your patience today. he throws both his pants and underwear on the couch next to him, his cock hard and curving up towards his stomach. it's then that he notices the lube and bullet vibrator sitting on the couch. he makes a noise, head whipping back to face you with his eyebrows pinched together.

"what's this for?" he asks, even though he knows. he knows the vibrator is either going inside him, which you usually use as a punishment to edge him and eventually make him cum without touching his cock, or it's going against the sensitive head of his dick, which is what you had in mind for today.

you hum in response to his question, drawing out the eye contact for a few seconds with a single raised eyebrow, before you swoop down and lick a stripe along the length of his cock. wooyoung gasps and jerks, legs slamming together around your shoulders. you sit up and smack his inner thigh.

"keep your legs spread," you tell him, waiting for his nod before you reach for the lube to squeeze some straight onto his cock. he barely has time to complain about the cold gel before you take him in your hand and begin to stroke him. his breathing picks up, soft whines slipping out of his mouth with each jerk of his cock. you lean down again, this time latching your teeth onto the thigh you slapped earlier, licking and sucking, leaving your mark. wooyoung's head is thrown back, neck bared, and his hips twitch like he wants to fuck up into your hand. his eyes are closed, his face is flushed, and you want to see more where it disappears down his neck and under his shirt. with your clean hand, you tug at the hem of his top. "take this off, let me look at you."

wooyoung whimpers and lifts his head, eyes fluttering open slowly. your heart clenches with fondness at the open, trusting way he looks down at you, knowing you will take care of him when he's in such a vulnerable, needy state. you let go of his dick and sit up on your knees to grab his shirt, pulling him down to your level so you can kiss him. you dip your tongue into his mouth, feeling the warmth and softness of his lips against yours, and you're overwhelmed with affection for him in this moment.

"i love you," you whisper against his mouth in between kisses, "i love you so much, i'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. now take this off, please, i want to look at your beautiful body."

you kiss him once more and he nods, then you settle back on the floor, watching his trembling hands pull his shirt over his head, leaving him completely bare under your gaze. you were right; the red flush trails down his neck and chest. your eyes rake over golden skin, taking in every detail of your beautiful boyfriend sitting so patiently and willing to take whatever you decide to give him. his chest is heaving, nipples hard now that they're exposed to the air. you can't help yourself, reaching your clean hand up to touch, running it down his toned chest and stomach just to feel him quiver under your touch.

"so beautiful," you whisper, watching his glazed eyes light up at the praise.

you know he's not going to last, despite having not touched him for very long. you take his cock in hand again and jerk him quickly, while reaching for the vibrator. you switch it to the lowest setting and before he has the chance to notice what you’re doing, you press it hard under the head of his cock where you know he’s most sensitive.

a high pitched moan is punched from wooyoung’s chest, his eyes flying open to stare down at you and where you’re touching him. you lock eyes, the corner of your lips twitching into a smirk as you turn up the vibrations at the same time as you continue jerking the lower part of his cock.

“oh, oh, fuck,” wooyoung moans, head falling back again. “that feels so good.”

“you look so good,” you add, your voice dropping to a low growl. “i’m going to fuck you so hard later, young-ah, but right now, i just want to you to focus on this.”

you turn the settings higher once again, rotating your wrist to move the vibrator around the head of his cock where precum has started to leak. wooyoung whines high and loud and arches his back, stomach muscles tensing visibly and precum steadily dripping from his slit. a whimper falls from your lips at the sight and you dart your tongue out to lick it up, earning another cry from wooyoung above you.

“more please,” he starts to beg. “please, i can’t.”

“yes you can, pretty boy.”

you switch the vibrator onto its highest setting and press it down against his sensitive cockhead, your other hand twisting and pumping the rest of his cock. wooyoung’s hands scramble for purchase on the couch cushions he’s leaning on, moans falling freely from his lips. he grips at his own hair, back arched and neck bared as he bucks his hips up, up, up against the vibrations in time with your strokes, fucking himself in your hand.

“i’m gonna cum,” he tells you, shifting to bring one leg up to plant his foot on the couch and holding underneath his knee, the new angle of his hips and cock fucking up into your hand providing you with a stunning view as he finally falls apart. his eyebrows are pinched together, mouth hanging open with a cry as his thighs start to shake under the intense pleasure. you lean down and wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck hard, moaning as the hot splashes of cum hit the back of your throat. you jerk him through it, turning down the vibrator to its lowest setting again, but keeping it pressed underneath his cockhead until he whines in oversensitivity and closes his legs around your head.

you pull off his cock and swallow, switching the toy off finally. he leans over as you get up, chasing your lips and groaning at the taste of himself in your mouth. wooyoung’s hands find your waist and then start to travel down between your legs, but you stop him.

“it’s okay, young-ah, don’t worry about me. this was all about you.”

he whines, but concedes, retracting his hand. you sit on the couch next to him and wipe your hand on his discarded shirt, playing with his fingers with the other.

“and since you were such a good boy, maybe i will keep the promise that i said earlier and fuck you again tonight. how does that sound?”

the sparkle in wooyoung’s tired, fucked out eyes tells you enough, but he squeezes your hand and nods anyway, leaning in to kiss you again, softly.

“please,” he says against your mouth, and you smile.

[wooyoblr]

imagine : jongho x f!reader (18+)

cw: thigh riding

a/n: a friend said they were having feelings about jongho, so i said i would write them a few sentences bc i'm nice like that >:) it was 2:30am though so forgive any mistakes

imagine youre both naked. youre crawling up between his legs while he's sitting on the bed. he pulls you into his lap easily and kisses you, soft mouth warm as it moves against yours. his hands grip your waist, strong fingers digging into your skin, guiding you to move your hips against him. you moan into his mouth, shifting your weight so you have one leg on either side of his thigh. you're soaking already, and it's getting all over him. he loves the feeling of your soft skin beneath his hands, still holding you tightly as you begin to grind your clit down against his bare thigh, rubbing yourself against his strong muscle. he helps, pushing your hips down with his hands at the same time as he lifts his leg under you, pressing into your core. his lips attach to your neck, still pulling you down against his thigh over and over again. your pleasure is building as you grind on his thigh. your hips jerk back and forth, hands scrambling for purchase in his hair and you tug, eyes shut and moans tumbling out of your mouth. jongho groans against your neck as your legs spasm, his hands moving from your hips to your thighs to squeeze and scratch your sensitive skin. his thigh is now slick with your arousal and your pace increases as you chase your high, whines coming high and loud from your throat. he whispers sweet and filthy nothings in your ear as you buck your hips against him over and over, grinding down hard as you get closer to the edge.

"come on, you're doing so well, fucking yourself on my thighs. cum for me, my little slut."

your legs being to seize up as you piston your hips hard and fast against his thigh, grinding your clit against him over and over until you fall apart in his arms. you whine high in your throat, clutching at his hair while his fingers dig into your hips and thighs, help you ride out your orgasm.

[wooyoblr]

thinking about how san would be such a service top/dom for wooyoung and how that awakens his own desire to be submissive. thinking about the first time wooyoung asks him to choke him or hit him or pull his hair or degrade him, call him  a slut, call him useless, and san is just like ?????? but i love you????? but he can see how much wooyoung wants it and he cant help how hot he finds it when wooyoung begs to be treated badly.

perhaps san's fucking wooyoung from behind and wooyoung begs to have his hair pulled, and what san does isn't hard enough so he just whines and begs some more "just fucking ruin me, sannie, please, i need it please please please" and so san yanks really fucking hard and the wail wooyoung lets out is just sinful and san can't believe wooyoung wants to be treated this way but he really can see how much he enjoys it. he watches every time wooyoung's eyes roll back or tears spill down his cheeks when san is roughing him up as asked.

"sannie, sannie, sannie please call me a slut"

"call you what?"

"i'm a slut call me a slut please"

wooyoung is already crying and his words are punctuated with little whines and moans.

"you're a slut," san says, without much feeling because really? this is how wooyoung wants him to dirty talk?

but wooyoung throws his head back and arches into san's grip and his little moans every time san fucks back in are kicked up a few notches and fuck, san thinks he's so fucking hot.

wooyoung whines again "yes yes please please san i'm gonna cum" and san tightens his grip on wooyoung's waist, nails digging into his soft skin, and he would do whatever wooyoung asked.

he leans down and growls by his ear "you're this close already? just by me calling you a few names? god wooyoung, you really are such a slut."

and when he watches wooyoung's eyes fly open as he moans and moans and cums all over his own stomach, san thinks he just found himself his own new kink too.

[wooyoblr]

[permanent] wip (jwy x kys x cs, 18+)

overview (or, what it was meant to be): unikon woosansang. san gets fucked within an inch of his life by two hot bfs bc it’s his bday and he deserves it <3

cw: polyamory, sub bottom san, switch top wooyoung, dom top yeosang, traffic light system, some face slapping, inspired by real events.

description: After watching a recent fancam, Wooyoung and Yeosang feel that San's obsession with altering their choreography is getting a little out of hand. They collectively decide to remind him that, while he always acts like a freak on stage, once they get him in the sheets, it’s a whole different story.

wc: ~3500

author’s note: this was meant to be for san’s bday. that’s how long it’s been sitting in the drafts and was not proofread or edited much. what i’ve written stops before they actually fuck and i do not have any intention of finishing this unless any readers ask for it tbh. still, pls enjoy the lead-up and foreplay <3

Wooyoung was a perfectionist when it came to performing and was always seeking out feedback and new ways to improve his craft, whether it be comments from his members, filming his private practices, or lessons from their choreographer. He also sometimes liked to watch his own fancams and was, at present, monitoring his performance from Uni-Kon a few days ago. Yeosang, his boyfriend, was sitting across the couch from him with their legs tangled together. Wooyoung's foot was absently rubbing against Yeosang's hip, toes slipping under his sweatshirt against his warm skin.

Normally rather critical of himself, Wooyoung’s eyes were suddenly drawn to the San on his phone screen in this Fireworks performance. San, his and Yeosang’s other boyfriend, had taken it upon himself to alter the choreography – or as Yeosang had once put it, had chosen to do things in his own way. Wooyoung eyes widened at the sight when San’s right hand flew across his body while he thrusted his hips against the air. Wooyoung’s cheeks started burning, blood rushing to his face as he double tapped on the left side of the video to repeat the clip. He squeaked the second time it played and this noise rose Yeosang’s suspicious.

“What are you watching?” Yeosang asked.

Wooyoung couldn’t find the words to respond. He exited the video and opened Twitter, immediately searching for more clips of their performance and scrolling for all of two seconds before he landed on a San fancam of Fireworks.

Yeosang had put his own phone down and was looking curiously at Wooyoung across the couch. He shoved at his side with his foot. “Young-ah.”

“This fuckin’ guy,” Wooyoung mumbled, finally acknowledging his boyfriend and twisting so they could both see his phone. “Look what he did this time.”

Wooyoung couldn’t lie - from the moment they’d first met, San had always been incredibly attractive to him, and although most of the others found his stage persona rather cringeworthy to witness or talk about, Wooyoung wholeheartedly disagreed, and the blush in his cheeks now was evidence of that. Yeosang had mixed feelings on the matter, arguing that it depended on how much of a try-hard he was being. Given Yeosang’s single raised eyebrow as they watched the twitter video together, Wooyoung was assuming the cringe-o-meter was high for this move.

Eyes back on his phone, he watched San dance.

He recalled their choreographer explaining the interesting visual effect of the subtle group bouncing behind San’s point move during his line. They were meant to hardly be moving, almost swaying, giving San’s gentle, honey vocals their time to shine.

And also his abs. His abs needed their time to shine, as well.

During promotions, it was a highly praised part of the routine, but as with many artists, they grew tired of repeating the same moves in exactly the same way during each performance, and San had taken it upon himself to play around with that point move, trying out various hard hitting moves to replace the clap and elbows.

This time - and blood rushed south from Wooyoung’s cheeks in record time as he watched the clip over and over and over again – San had thought it would be a good idea to physically enact some of the moves that he, Wooyoung and Yeosang partook in regularly at night when they were in each others’ rooms.

“Oh,” Yeosang said. “Well that’s kind of ironic.”

Wooyoung snickered, knowing exactly what Yeosang was thinking; about how the last time the three of them had the time and energy to all spend the night together, San had been the one on all fours with his face shoved into Yeosang’s pillows, begging someone to spank him. Yet, here he was, pretending he was so fucking dominating because he knew the fans would eat it up. Without even reading the comments, Wooyoung knew he’d hit the mark. He wondered what their fans would think if they knew how San had been begging for his boyfriends to fuck him stupid, on his knees on the floor with his hands planted obediently on top of his thighs, looking up at Yeosang through wet lashes while he choked on Wooyoung’s cock. Wooyoung shifted in his seat on the couch and turned to face Yeosang.

“Atiny would never believe the shit this guy asks for in bed,” he murmered, eyes darting down to Yeosang’s parted lips. His boyfriend’s eyes were still glued to the phone screen. Wooyoung licked his own lips, switching off the phone and ducking his head to get Yeosang’s attention back on him. “Can you imagine if anyone heard how pretty Sannie sounds when he begs?”

A quick rush of breath flew out of Yeosang’s mouth and he swallowed, eyes flickering between Wooyoung’s and down to his lips. Yeosang leaned in, scooting closer on the couch so their sides were pressed together with a slight smirk forming on his own lips.

“Ohhh~ Wooyoungie, fuck my throat, please, please,” Yeosang mocked, mouth twitching into a wider grin.

Wooyoung let out a soft groan, squirming and subtly adjusting himself where his arousal had started to grow since those flashbacks of the other night had come to mind, and Yeosang, although he’d pitched up his voice to imitate San’s sex-dumb whining, was still certainly not helping the matter. Hongjoong would be calling them all to dinner soon and Wooyoung did not want to go out there sporting a tent in his sweatpants. 

But Yeosang continued, “Please, you fuck me so good, Young-ah.”

“Shut up,” Wooyoung squeaked, slapping a hand over Yeosang’s mouth, “Or I’m going to have to punish you as well as San.”

Yeosang quirked an eyebrow and licked Wooyoung’s hand so he’d remove it. “Oh, we’re punishing San for this, are we?”

Wooyoung’s tongue darted out to wet his lips again. Yeosang’s eyes followed the moment.

“I think he needs to be put back in his place.”

-

The group discussed what their schedules looked like for the rest of the week over the dinner table, much to Wooyoung’s dismay. He rolled his eyes and shovelled another bite of pizza into his mouth every time someone brought up work talk when he was trying to enjoy some nice, greasy food and not worry about the consequences past tomorrow. San and Seonghwa were sharing some garlic bread and a ridiculously overpriced vegetable bake that the pizza joint had been promoting – Wooyoung had turned his nose up at that when he’d been asked.

As much as he complained about it, the members’ perfectionism, work ethic and need to discuss work over the dinner table was going to pan out in Wooyoung’s favour tonight. Yeosang was usually more subtle when it came to talking about more unusual lines of conversation, so Wooyoung had left it up to him to somehow tell San they had seen what he’d done on stage and they were not happy about it, but without letting on exactly what they had planned for him that night. After not finding a way to bring up the topic naturally for a good half hour, however, it ended up being Mingi who started chatting about Uni-Kon, saying how he’d been talking to fans on PM earlier in the day. They only had good things to say, of course, and Yeosang took his opportunity to strike.

“I saw some losing their minds over San-ah in the Fireworks performance,” he said though a mouthful of cheese and chicken.

Jongho spluttered. “I saw that, too.”

“Fans on Twitter?”

“No, what Sannie-hyung did.”

Wooyoung sipped his diet cola.

San’s eyes widened before his face split into a grin, eyes forming little cresents and dimples proudly on display. “I knew they’d love it.”

He was beaming, so fucking proud of himself. Wooyoung wanted to slap that smile right off his face. No one other than him and Yeosang should be allowed to see that side of San. Not the members, and definitely not the fans.

“You don’t think it was a bit much?” Yeosang asked.

San’s smile faltered and he glanced at his boyfriend. “No? Atiny liked it, and that was the whole point. You saw me practicing it, anyway, so why are you acting surprised?” His brows were furrowed, head tilted, like he truly did not understand what he’d done wrong. Yeosang lifted a single brow and raised his chin ever so slightly, eyes boring into San’s. Wooyoung bit his lip and glanced between the two.

“Ah, it’s alright San-ah,” Hongjoong was quick to dispel the tension. “Yeosang-ah didn’t mean anything harsh by that. Right, Yeosang?”

Yeosang’s eyes did not leave San’s. “Of course not, hyung,” he said. “What Sannie did was perfectly fine.”

Wooyoung heard San swallow.

-

Jongho and San had switched rooms about a month after the trio came out as a throuple to their members, after Jongho had awoken one too many times to the sounds of his friends having sex in the bed next to him and finally lost it with them.

(Yeosang had wanted the switch from the moment they officially became boyfriends and had made it his mission to pull the loudest, sluttiest sounds out of Wooyoung and San for weeks until Jongho finally conceded.)

Occasionally, they swapped beds with other members when they needed space or during the rare fight that couldn’t be resolved in a day, but it meant that, for the most part, the trio could spend as much time snuggling, fucking or simply annoying the shit out of Yeosang as they pleased.

And tonight, San would get what he deserved for his actions on stage earlier in the week.

After a quick talk and with a slapped together plan, Yeosang was to entice San back into their room where Wooyoung was waiting. San, who was currently gaming in the lounge room with Yunho, would probably think Yeosang wanted to talk about what transpired at the dinner table – if so, he wouldn’t be that far from the truth, except for the fact that San wouldn’t be able to do much talking soon enough.

Wooyoung stripped himself out of his pants and socks and lay on the bed in just a tshirt and boxers, waiting for his lovers. He heard their muffled voices outside the bedroom door after a few minutes, ears pricking up and stomach doing somersaults in anticipation of what was coming next.

Not San, not for a while at least, that was for sure.

The door opened as Wooyoung leaned back and brought one hand up to rest behind his head, the other absently tapping away at a mindless game on his phone.

“... already sorted it out with Hong…joongie…hyung,” San’s voice trailed off as he took in Wooyoung’s half-dressed state. “What is this?”

Wooyoung did not even make eye contact with San, pretending to be completely engrossed in his phone.

“This is what happens when you behave like a slut on stage, Sannie,” Yeosang’s deep voice cut through Wooyoung’s thoughts and his eyes betrayed him, glancing up at his boyfriends to watch San’s reaction to being scolded.

The reward was instant; San’s eyes widened, brows pinched on his forehead in innocent confusion, though whether he knew what Yeosang was referring to was unclear. “W-What?”

“You heard me,” Yeosang continued, taking a slow step towards him. San stepped back, the pair crowding closer against the wall. Wooyoung shifted in his position on the bed. “You go around acting like you’re such an aggressive top when, in reality, half the time you just want someone to fuck you stupid until you cry.”

“And god, you cry so pretty, Sannie,” Wooyoung added, finally putting down his phone. He could not feign disinterest any longer, not with the way San’s wide eyes darted between his boyfriends and his large frame shrunk in on itself. Yeosang was by no means small, but San was both broader and taller, so to see him appearing so tiny next to Yeosang was strangely arousing.

Wooyoung wanted to ruin him.

“Did you do it on purpose?” he asked, wanting San’s attention on him. “Did you dance like that because you knew it would get a reaction out of us? Why didn’t you just tell us what you wanted, Sannie?”

San shook his head, hands held up in defence. “I didn’t, I promise. I would never do that to you on purpose. I had no idea you—”

San’s words were cut off as Yeosang’s hand flew out and he crowded into his space, backing San completely against the wall with a thud, his palm pressed hard against San’s clavicle.

“You really didnt’t think that pretending to slap an invisible ass on stage would cause any reaction from us?” Yeosang growled, and then tutted when San shook his head, pretty lips parted in shock. “You should think things through before you act, because even though Wooyoung found it hot, neither of us were happy.”

“I’m sorry,” San blurted. “I’m sorry, Wooyoungie, Yeosangie, I won’t do it again.”

Wooyoung scoffed. “Yes you will. You’ll do it again. And again, and again, and you know how I know that?”

San was staring wide eyed at him with Yeosang’s eyes boring into the side of his face as Wooyoung slid off the bed and sauntered across the room to the pair. With the way San was crouched, he was the same height as Wooyoung, who placed one hand on the wall next to San’s head and brought the other up to San’s face, trailing his finger down his cheek. He leaned in to whisper in his boyfriend’s ear, just loud enough so Yeosang could also hear.

“It’s because you like it when we take charge,” Wooyoung smirked. “You like it when we give you orders to follow, when we punish you, when we bend you over the bed, the dresser, anywhere, and slap you just like you pretended on stage. You don’t even care where it happens.” He grabbed San’s chin and yanked his face around to stare him in the eyes. “You’re so desperate to have one of us inside you that you’ll fucking taunt us in front of all our fans because you know this is exactly how we’ll react.”

He dropped his hand and leaned back to drag his eyes down San’s body, noting his lust-blown eyes, heaving chest, and the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Yeosang’s gaze was also trained on San, still, eyelids now heavy with desire.

Wooyoung tilted his head. “Colour, Sannie?”

“Green.” The word was out of his mouth before Wooyoung had finished saying his name. “Green, green. Please.”

Yeosang chuckled, finally turning to Wooyoung. “See, I told you. He’s always begging for you.”

“Mhm.” Wooyoung stepped impossibly closer and pressed the length of his body along San’s, pleased to hear the soft whimper that escaped his mouth when their thighs slotted together. He could now feel San’s arousal against his leg and barely held himself back from grinding down against it. “Maybe I should make you beg for me, huh, Sannie? God knows you have a filthy mouth on you.”

“No,” Yeosang said, also crowding into their space. He leaned in and nipped at San’s ear, smirking when San’s breath hitched. “I can think of plenty of better ways for him to use his mouth.”

Yeosang captured San’s lips then, swallowing the moan their boyfriend let out and using the opportunity to slide his tongue into his mouth immediately. Wooyoung groaned low in his throat at the sight, dropping his face into San’s neck and licking a stripe up the side.

“Fuck, please,” San whined into Yeosang’s mouth. His head fell back against the wall, giving Wooyoung better access to bite and suck, careful not to leave any marks lest he endure Hongjoong’s rath tomorrow. He allowed himself to grind his half hard cock against San’s hipbone, hands wandering up and down his chest and brushing across his nipples under his thin tshirt. San whimpered louder as Yeosang moved his mouth across and down San’s neck and collarbone, meeting Wooyoung in the middle.

Wooyoung cupped the side of Yeosang’s face with one hand and pulled him in to kiss him. He could hear San panting as he tilted his head and licked his way into Yeosang’s mouth, finally pulling a noise out of his other boyfriend. San whined, clearly wanting their attention back on him, but neither of them paid him any mind, content to indulge in each other for a few minutes before getting back to the main act.

Yeosang’s dominant side was well and truly making itself known tonight, with the way his hands gripped the back of Wooyoung’s neck, fingers tangled harshly in his hair, tugging and taking control of the kiss, and Wooyoung was more happy to let him. Heat pooled low in his abdomen at the thought of having Yeosang inside him while he was busy punishing San and he groaned into Yeosang’s mouth.

“Wooyoungie,” San then whined, grinding his hips up to meet Wooyoung’s. The two stopped kissing, Wooyoung turning to San while Yeosang’s lips trailed down his jaw to his neck.

“What? You want something, Sannie?”

San nodded and tugged on Wooyoung’s tshirt. “Kiss me, please. Touch me.”

San sounded so pretty when he begged and Wooyoung couldn’t deny him anything.

But he could make him work for it.

“On your knees,” he instructed, and San’s eyes widened for a split second before he dropped to the floor with a thud.

Wooyoung sucked in through his teeth at the sight of his boyfriend peering up at him through long lashes, eyes round with faux-innocence and lips slightly parted. He reached out to swipe his finger across San’s bottom lip, groaned when Yeosang bit down to suck a bite into his collarbone. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sannie,” Wooyoung murmered, almost too quiet to be heard, but San’s eyes beamed at the praise and he shifted on his knees, hands sitting patiently on the tops of his thighs, awaiting further instruction. Wooyoung slipped his thumb into San’s mouth. “Suck,” he commanded.

As San did what he was told, Yeosang sunk to the floor to join him and ran his hands over his chest. “Look at you,” he whispered into San’s ear. “So eager to please. So desperate to have something in your mouth, something to fill you.”

A loud whine escaped San where his lips were still wrapped around Wooyoung’s finger. Wooyoung pressed down against his tongue, feeling the muscle push back as San gave his best efforts to sucking on Wooyoung’s finger as if it were a cock.

“You love this, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, not the way Wooyoung said it, but when San didn’t respond, he quickly withdrew his hand and gave San’s cheek a harsh tap. “Answer me.”

San’s whole body seized up and he whimpered, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Oh?” Yeosang said. “You like that, do you, San?”

San merely whined again, unable to say anything else.

“You want us to smack you around that badly? Your ass, sure. But your face?” Yeosang tutted. “That’s so dirty, baby.”

Both San and Wooyoung moaned at Yeosang’s words and Wooyoung couldn’t take the teasing chatter any longer. 

He raised his hand again, just slightly to the side of San’s cheek. “Colour, Sannie.”

“Please,” was all San could say.

“Colour.”

San sobbed, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a sharp whine. “G-Green.”

Yeosang ran his fingers through San’s hair. “Good boy,” he said, and then Wooyoung brought his hand down with a quick slap against San’s cheek, making his face turn abruptly to face Yeosang, who then dove in for another rough kiss.

Wooyoung was straining against his boxers, watching his boyfriends making out while tears spilled over San's reddened cheek. He pushed the restricting material down his legs and kicked them across the room, then grabbed a handful of San's hair and tugged hard to get his attention again.

San's wide, glossy eyes landed on Wooyoung's cock, hard and red right in front of his face, and he whined.

"Suck," Wooyoung commanded again. "Show us what you can do with that mouth."

San scrambled to obey, immediately dropping his jaw to wrap his pretty lips around the head of Wooyoung’s cock, his hand settling at the base to hold it steady. Wooyoung groaned, hips stuttering into the wet heat of San's mouth as he ran his fingers through San's hair again and Yeosang crawled behind San. San whined around Wooyoung's cock when Yeosang bit down on the back of his neck, body pressed right up against the length of his back. 

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what was meant to happen after this, as discord messages:

san gets spitroasted, obviously

they would both want to fuck him

they'd probably bicker about it

and yeosang would win bc wooyoungs the bigger sub

but wooyoung also wanted to get fucked

perhaps yeo fucks san while woo makes san choke on his cock

and then they switch bc wooyo gets bratty

san needs to be ruined

hes sobbing and whining. he needs cum on his face too. maybe in his hair. running down his thighs

san cums for the first time while yeo is fucking him

wooyoung gets to cum in san while yeo goes to the front and yanks on his hair and jerks off on his face

san is sensitive now and cums a second time just after woo does when yeo smacks his cock on his face, perhaps untouched bc thats hot

[wooyoblr]

once first, then again (cs, 18+)

pairing: sub!san x m!reader

overview: you are determined to make san cum on a plastic cock before he’s allowed to cum on a real one. san cries about it.

cw: smut. it’s just filth. light dom/sub, use of sex toys, begging, cock slapping, san cries a lot, anal fingering, anal sex

wc: ~1000

san is on his back, legs spread and you sit between them. you’re both hard but he knows he’s not allowed to touch you or himself. in your hands is a dildo that’s shaped perfectly to hit all the spot inside him that makes him see stars. and whine at the top of his lungs.

fingers first, you stretch him. his eyebrows are pinched together tight on his forehead, pretty lips parted and letting out soft little moans and whines of protest every time you dodge where he wants you to hit the most.

“please.” and so the begging starts early tonight. “please, please, come on.”

you pull your fingers out of him completely. you decide in that moment that he’s going to cum once before you fuck him, but only after bringing him right to the edge several times.

you trace the lubed head of the toy around his rim and he whines again. his head is thrown back and you’ve barely even done anything. you might not even last long enough to fuck him if he’s going to be moaning like a slut with just a piece of plastic inside him. you take his cock in your hand and stroke him to full hardness. his body convulses and his eyes fly open to look down at you.

“god youre so pretty, sannie. look at you, my little slut.” you slip the head of the toy inside and twist it around at the same time as twisting your wrist as you pump his cock.

“please,” he says again. “more, please, i need it.”

his thighs shake under your touch as you slide it in further, finally pressing it against his prostate and moving back and forth around that sweet spot.

“oh, oh, fuck,” he moans, arching his back and grinding down against it. “yes yes yes oh.”

you take his cock in hand again and jerk him quickly, shoving the toy in and out of him at the same pace to get him close as fast as you know how to. his abdomen spasms, legs twitching and he’s moaning so loud that you’re sure there’ll be complaints tomorrow.

“fuck fuck, yes, yes, oh god.” he’s babbling. he’s close. you drop his cock and pull the toy out of him and when he looks back down at you with his brows pulled together in confusion, you smack the head of his cock with your palm and then grip the base tightly in your fist.

“good boys don’t cum until they’re told,” you tell him. “are you going to be a good boy, sannie?”

he nods, eyes brimming with tears. “yes yes i’ll be so good, please just fuck me.”

“fuck you? you want my cock?” san nods again, most vehmently. you tut at him. “well that’s a shame, because i wasnt going to give you my cock just yet.”

“no, please, i’ll be so good, please.”

“prove to me you deserve to be fucked, sannie. you want me to fuck you properly?” you slap his dick again. “earn it. colour?”

san’s hips jerk and he whines. “g-green.”

as soon as the word is out of his mouth, you push the toy back inside his hole and angle it against his prostate immediately, moving it in tight circles against it. san’s back arches against the bed, loud whines falling from his open mouth. you grab his thigh with your free hand, nails digging into his skin. he’s quickly close again, hips jerking and stuttering even though you’re neglecting his hard cock, content to watch it bounce against his stomach while you fuck him with the toy.

“i’m gonna cum,” he tells you, and you press forward harder, suddenly bringing your palm down on the head of hid cock again twice in quick succession while moving the toy in a filthy grind against his prostate and san’s crying, face scrunched up in pleasure as he wriths and moans and cums in long stripes up his own stomach. you barely let him ride out his orgams before you’re spreading lube along your own cock and pushing into him, hardly able to keep yourself from fucking him at full speed into the bed. your hands grab at both sides of his tiny waist and you slam into him, hips hitting the backs of his thighs and you both see stars. san sobs, grapples at your shoulders and pulls you towards him as you set a fast and steady pace. he kisses you, messy and wet with tears, groaning into your mouth.

san is already hard again, the little slut, you can feel him against your stomach.

“touch yourself,” you tell him, knowing you’re not even going to last another minute. you sit back up and grip his waist tighter. his fist flies over his cock, other arm thrown back behind his head. “good boy, sannie, baby. you’ve been so good, fuck.”

“yes yes, please,” he starts rambling again. “please cum in me, i need it, i need you, i need you right fucking now.”

“cum for me, you can do it, come on.”

san does. lip caught between his teeth, he looks down at where you’re connected, watches the way your cock fucks in and out of him at just the right angle and it’s all over for him again. he whines in oversensitivity, letting go of his cock the moment it starts dribbling white and lets you fuck him through his orgasm. you drop your head, hips stuttering as you chase your own high, spotting the absolute mess he’s made of himself. he’s still talking, whining, tears flowing with no regard for the state of the sheets. your hips still flush against him and grind, hard, abusing his prostate and making his softening cock jerk as you finally cum inside him, his name slipping from your lips over and over like a chant. 

[wooyoblr]

obsessed with the idea of yeosang worshipping wooyoung's body. wooyoung monitors himself, he sees himself next to his members, he has moments of doubt where all he sees his thickness where others are thin and he doesn't see his worth. yeosang holds him, hugs him, touches him, kisses him and shows him how much he loves his body. yeosang has wooyoung against the wall of their dorm room, lips and teeth on his neck.

"you're so beautiful," yeosang murmurs against his skin. wooyoung isn't sure he believes him.

yeosang kisses along his neck, hands scrambling desperately at his shirt to get it off already. his hands cup wooyoung's pecs, gripping and squeezing like they're tits, and wooyoung is about to complain when yeosang moans and swoops down to seal his mouth over his nipple.

yeosang sucks and nips and his eyes roll back in his head, and wooyoung can't get over how yeosang looks in this moment, completely absorbed with sucking on wooyoung's tits like he's never had anything quite so amazing in his mouth ever.

"fuck," yeosang groans, squeezing where his hands still grip wooyoung's soft flesh. "you're so fucking hot."

wooyoung whines, eyes slipping shut as yeosang descends his body, trailing his lips and teeth and tongue down his torso, over his stomach, across his hips.

"i love how soft you are," yeosang assures him for the hundredth time. "look--"

yeosang takes wooyoung's hand and guides it down until he cups yeosang's crotch. he's so hard, wooyoung can feel him through his jeans, and he moans, bucking into the touch.

"look at what you do to me."

it's hard to ignore when yeosang is panting against his neck, grinding into his palm.

wooyoung whines. "yeosangie, please."

their pants are undone within seconds, hands scrambling to shove the offending clothing down their thighs just enough to get their cocks out. yeosang takes wooyoung's cock in hand, thumbing over his slit.

"touch me," he tells him. "i want to see you cum."

wooyoung obeys easily, gripping yeosang's cock as they begin to stroke each other, foreheads pressed together.

"wooyoung-ah," yeosang mumbles. "wooyoung-ah."

they look into each others' eyes, mouths open and panting as they jerk each other off. wooyoung is caught between looking at his fist stroking yeosang's cock and yeosang's face, his brows drawn together in both concentration and overwhelming pleasure.

"i'm close," yeosang says, causing a whine to slip from wooyoung's mouth. he moves his hand faster, twisting his wrist on every upstroke and teasing the head of his cock. yeosang growls, surging forward to crash his mouth against wooyoung's, teeth clashing and tongues sliding together instantly. wooyoung nods, whimpers, and increases the speed of his hand. he bucks his own hips, fucking into yeosang's hand.

"i'm close, too" wooyoung whispers. his eyes drop from yeosang's to watch with awe where they're touching each other, overwhelmed with how much love he feels pouring out of yeosang's every move, every touch, every look he spares wooyoung.

"i love you, wooyoungie, i love you so much. you're so gorgeous and beautiful and sexy and i- oh- want to touch you and fuck you and see you cum every day for the rest of my life. cum for me, sweetheart, please."

they cum into each others' hands, moaning sweet nothings and praise into each others' mouths, foreheads pressed together and panting into each others' space. wooyoung looks at yeosang and sees the stars in his eyes, sees the sparkle and life and admiration, and he feels loved and beautiful under his gaze.

[wooyoblr]

showertime (kys x jwy, 18+)

overview: shower sex..... what else is there to say

cw: smut. canon compliant, handjob and oral sex, nearly getting caught and/or cockblocked by your hyung because you can’t keep it in your pants for one goddamn morning. implied poly woosansang as with most things i write.

wc: ~900

author’s note: i remember this came to me in the shower one day. found it as a blurb in my google docs months later.

The morning is quiet and Yeosang is up early. He’s getting in the shower and intends to have a long, warm shower since they don't have schedules this morning. Seonghwa can fuck off if he also decides to wake up early today.

He’s barely been in the bathroom for five minutes when there’s a knock on the door. There is only one person it would be. Yeosang’s hand is under the spray of water, testing the temperature, and he doesn’t look behind him as he tells his boyfriend to come in.

Wooyoung announces that he wants to join Yeosang in the shower. He has this ldevious ook in his eyes and Yeosang knows he can't resist him. And, well, there are no schedules this morning - they have time.

They kiss under the warm water, wash each other sweetly and slowly, touching softly, cherishing. It’s slightly too warm for Yeosang’s liking, but he knows it’s just the temperature that Wooyoung likes, so he doesn’t complain. Yeosang brushes wet, black hair from Wooyoung’s face, admiring him. Wooyoung smiles, soft with no teeth, and it’s sweet, endearing, until Yeosang turns around and suddenly Wooyoung is pressed up against his back. He did expect this, sure, but that doesn’t make it much less surprising that it happened so quickly. They just finished washing each other.

Already impatient in the two and a half seconds since Yeosang turned away from him, Wooyoung starts whining and kissing the back of his neck, hands running up and down his sides with too-warm water between them. Wooyoung’s hands drift lower to Yeosang’s ass, but Yeosang quite frankly does not feel like letting Wooyoung have his way with him this morning.

Yeosang turns back around and sees his boyfriend’s dark eyes and kisses him firmly, holds his hips and pulls their bodies flush together. Between them, he can feel that Wooyoung is hard already and is moaning easily, eager, tilting his head to allow Yeosang to dip his tongue further into his mouth. Yeosang pulls back just enough to smirk against his lips, then pushes Wooyoung backwards against the shower wall. A sharp hiss shoots through Wooyoung’s teeth as his back hits the cold tiles and then he cries out when Yeosang ducks forward to grind their hips together. Soft whines slipping out of his mouth, Wooyoung hikes his leg on Yeosang’s hip and knocks his head back against the wall. Yeosang has to tell him to be quiet.

Wooyoung gestures towards the bottles of shampoo and body wash and begs Yeosang to fuck him. Wooyoung sounds so pretty when he’s begging for cock.

They still have time.

Yeosang eagerly complies, slippery hands fumbling with the bottle made even more difficult with Wooyoung’s lips and teeth and tongue on his neck.

Yeosang jumps when there's a banging on the bathroom door and Hongjoong’s voice floats through the steam in the room, yelling at them to finish up because something about a family meeting before they go out this afternoon. Yeosang can see it in Wooyoung’s eyes that he’s thinking about yelling back “fuck off, hyung, I’m about to get laid here”. He doesn’t, Hongjoong leaves, and Yeosang kisses Wooyoung quiet.

Plans effectively ruined, Yeosang slips the bottle back into the caddy and grabs Wooyoung’s cock with his rough palm instead. Wooyoung squeaks, hands flying up to grip Yeosang by the shoulders. He jerks him quickly and mouths at his neck, nipping and sucking, careful not to leave marks. Wooyoung’s short, high-pitched little moans are enough to get Yeosang back to full hardness where he’d flagged earlier, leaning in to whisper sweet and dirty words in his boyfriend’s ear to make him cum quickly. 

“You just love the idea of Hongjoongie-hyung coming in here and catching us. Do you know how unbelievably hot you look right now? Do you really want him to see you like this with your cock in my hand? That’s so filthy, Wooyoung-ah.” Wooyoung’s moans grow louder and Yeosang’s teeth attach themselves to his ear. “You know what I think you want? I think you want Sannie to find us. He’d be so jealous that we’re in here without him. Come on, baby. Be loud, let Sannie know you’re all mine right now.”

Yeosang twists his wrist and sucks on the skin right under Wooyoung’s ear and then he’s cumming all over Yeosang’s hand. Yeosang jerks him through it and then shoves him to his knees with his clean hand. Wooyoung’s eyes are glazed over as he looks up at Yeosang, mouth dropping open with his tongue out expectantly to take his cock and fuck, it’s the hottest thing Yeosang’s seen all week. Yeosang brings his cum-covered hand to his own cock, stripping himself rough and fast with Wooyoung’s release all over him, and Wooyoung moans and whines at how hot it must look. When Yeosang’s breath hitches, Wooyoung leans forward and sucks on the head of his cock and Yeosang cums all over his face, streaking across his lips and cheekbones.

The moment he’s able to, Yeosang drops to his knees and kisses Wooyoung as if his life depends on it, working his tongue into his mouth and tasting himself on Wooyoung’s tongue. Wooyoung’s hands are wandering again already.

There’s a banging at the door again and Yeosang groans, standing up to rinse his hands and then turning off the water. He grabs a towel and then opens the door fully, glaring at an extremely shocked Hongjoong. He hears Wooyoung giggling behind him. Hongjoong blushes tomato red and stutters his way through telling them to hurry the fuck up already.

Yeosang kisses Wooyoung with a grin once the door is closed.

[wooyoblr]

wrong (trans!san, woosan, 18+)

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, smut, lots of sex talk, some negative self talk, mentions of consensually going along with sex because you love your partner even though it’s not great for you, use of afab terms to refer to san’s anatomy, not proofread, author is projecting lmfao

wc: ~1900

San is so upset that he can’t cum during sex no matter what tricks he and Wooyoung have tried over the years.

They’ve tried every position imaginable, they’ve used toys while fucking, they’ve tried making San cum once (or twice) beforehand so he’s already relaxed, they’ve tried edging him over and over again so he’s highly strung and horny as fuck, but no matter what they do, he just can’t seem to orgasm while Wooyoung is fucking him.

And it’s starting to have an impact on their sex life.

He knows Wooyoung loves him more than anything in the world, knows Wooyoung would do anything for him, sex-related or otherwise, but he also knows that Wooyoung is a people pleaser. He loves seeing the people he loves happy; it’s what makes him happy. He’s a giver, just like San is, except San can give in bed and Wooyoung will get immense pleasure from his hands, his mouth, his tongue, his pussy. Yet when Wooyoung tries to give San that pleasure in return with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, his cock, nothing fucking works. 

The only way San can cum is by his own hand or with a vibrator.

And his body is so fucking stupid sometimes. It’s almost like some higher power with a shitty sense of humour decided that San’s body would provide him with the most mind-blowing orgasms known to humankind, but at the expense of him having to be positioned in a very particular way and in a very particular mindset that was fine when he was jerking off in his bedroom as a teenager, but not so fine when his boyfriend of several years still hasn’t been able to make him cum on his own.

He doesn’t blame Wooyoung in the slightest. He also doesn’t really blame himself, most of the time. He knows it’s just a thing that many people with vaginas have to deal with, but that doesn’t make it less heartbreaking when Wooyoung whispers “I’m sorry” into his ear after two hours of foreplay and sex because he can’t stave off his orgasm any longer and cums while fucking San even though San hasn’t been feeling much happening down there for a solid thirty minutes, though not for lack of trying on either of their parts.

His heart breaks all over again every time Wooyoung’s face lights up when he stumbles upon a new type of sex toy while browsing online, flashing his phone in San’s face and grinning wildly because it’s something new they can try. He doesn’t say it, not once, not ever, but San can tell he’s thinking it. Maybe this will work this time.

After four years of being together, they find a position that works.

San is on his back, vibrator in hand. Wooyoung lies beside him, but on his side, letting San’s legs rest on top of his hip and thigh. The vibrator didn’t even need to be turned up to its highest setting, in the end. Something about the angle, how Wooyoung’s cock slams into that magic spot inside San’s body over and over again, while the vibrations against his clit shake him to the core. His thighs shake first and his eyes fly open, that familiar feeling building quickly at the base of his spine and deep inside his body. Wooyoung’s eyes are already on him, brows pinched together on his forehead as he fucks into San’s tight heat repeatedly.

“Are you...... close?” Wooyoung breathes, voice shocked as the words tumble out of his mouth.

“Yeah,” San finds himself saying, despite not even believing it himself. “Yeah, oh my god, don’t stop.”

He’s moaning, whining, eyes screwing shut as Wooyoung maintains the same pace, not fucking him harder as San expected as he reached his peak. He drives his cock over and over again into San’s hole, San’s forearm nearly seizing up with how violently he’s rubbing the vibrator against his clit. His breath hitches, whines pitching higher in octave and Wooyoung knows his tells by now, even if he hasn’t been able to get him there himself. San’s chest is heaving, loud cries falling from his lips as his entire body tenses and his orgasm slams into him like a tidal wave.

San’s eyes fly open, back shooting off the bed as he writhes and shakes right off of Wooyoung’s cock, grinding himself down on the vibrator and hole clenching at the emptiness now inside him. He can’t seem to stop cumming, squirming, limbs flailing uncontrollably. Wooyoung didn’t even get to fuck him through his orgasm, and later, once their heads are less sex-addled, they both realise that it was almost entirely the vibrator that got him there at all.

But there was just something about having the thick weight of Wooyoung’s cock inside him while he reached his high that made him feel like less of a failure, made him feel less alone.

They fuck three more times that week.

Wooyoung can’t seem to get enough of San now that they’ve finally found a way to make it as good for San as it is for Wooyoung. San had always said that he did not mind rubbing an orgasm out himself before or after they fucked, which wasn’t exactly a lie, but it really did put a damper on their sex life when he felt like they couldn’t be spontaneous, when they had to prepare for him so much, when Wooyoung couldn’t just slip inside him in the shower or on the couch and be confident in both of their abilities and familiarity with one another to make it good every time.

They can’t use the vibrator every time, San knows, because it will surely lose its impact with time if they do.

Sometimes Wooyoung likes to go down on him for an hour, getting him wet and open with slick and spit before fucking him for all of four minutes because giving San pleasure, even if he doesn’t cum, gets Wooyoung so keyed up that four minutes is all it takes. Sometimes San doesn’t have the heart to tell Wooyoung that forty out of those sixty minutes are mildly pleasurable at best, inconsequential at worst, but never uncomfortable, because he knows how much Wooyoung enjoys the times when San does squirm, when he does let out a soft moan, when he does jerk and buck his hips and grind against Wooyoung’s willing tongue.

“Do you want me to keep going?” Wooyoung sometimes asks.

San wants to tell him he can’t cum like this, but that’s not what Wooyoung asked.

“Yeah,” he says, even when sometimes it doesn’t really make a difference to him whether Wooyoung continues eating him out or just chooses to fuck him already. Sometimes getting fucked is better, even when he doesn’t cum, because then he can kiss Wooyoung, then he can cup his face with his hands and hold onto his shoulders and hide his face when he cries.

The side-by-side-with-a-vibrator doesn’t fail them, but somehow, after more time passes, after using the position as a fail-safe when nothing else feels good, it becomes not enough. San gets to orgasm, sure, but it doesn’t mean the sex is as good as it used to be. Maybe that’s just how it works with long-term couples. San wonders if Seonghwa and Hongjoong have run into similar problems. San wonders if he needs to see a sex therapist to finally figure out what the fuck is wrong with his body. San tells his regular therapist that he struggles to ask for things in bed, struggles to tell Wooyoung when things don’t feel good anymore or that they never did, because seeing the love and affection in Wooyoung’s eyes and the soft smile on his mouth is almost enough for San to forget what a pathetic excuse of a pussy he has.

He gets himself off without Wooyoung present more and more often as the sex they have together becomes less frequent again. He knows it’s because of him, even if Wooyoung and his therapist tell him it’s not his fault. It’s hard when he has the evidence of how much sex they do have when he can get off with Wooyoung inside him at the forefront of his mind. 

When Wooyoung is out for the day, San plays with his toys sometimes. Sometimes, he cums five times. Sometimes he cums once and it’s the most disappointing thing he’s felt in a long time. Sometimes, when he cums five times, he wonders what he and Wooyoung would have to do for his body to feel this good. Could Wooyoung use his vibrator on him like this and still give him two orgasms within five minutes? Could Wooyoung fuck him with his cock like San’s fucking himself with this silicone dick and make him squirt all over the bedsheets even without orgasming? It isn’t uncommon, San finds upon researching, for people with vaginas to squirt without actually cumming. Or maybe there is some distinction between cumming and orgasming. San isn’t sure, but he knows that what he feels with the silicone cock grinding into his g-spot and what he feels when the vibrator against his clit was on its highest setting are two completely different types of euphoria. He doesn’t consider the g-spot orgasm a real orgasm, but it still feels pretty fucking good.

It’s kind of how he feels when he has sex with Wooyoung most of the time.

Somewhere along the way, Wooyoung notices something has changed.

They didn’t always fuck three times a week like they had during those months after discovering The Position. But it has dwindled all the way down to once a month. San would suck Wooyoung off more often than that, and Wooyoung would get his hands down San’s pants just for the sake of it sometimes, but the type of sex where they had hands and lips and teeth all over each other is rare nowadays. And Wooyoung has noticed.

“Do you not find me attractive anymore?” he asks San one day, and San’s heart drops into his stomach.

Of course Wooyoung would think he’d done something wrong. Why didn’t San just communicate with him instead of staying quiet and fucking himself through his self-loathing in the dark of their empty house? Maybe if he didn’t say anything, he could blame the disintegration of their relationship on his piece of shit body instead of on his inability to talk about things that were important. Maybe Wooyoung knew him too well to let that kind of thing slide. Maybe he loved San too much to let it slide.

San sniffles, and then he caves.

Wooyoung holds him through it as the sobs make his body shake, and he cries and cries and scratches his nails on Wooyoung’s forearms, as he spits hatred and self-loathing until his throat is sore and dry. Wooyoung holds him, squeezes him, pats his hair. San feels loved, but feels it isn’t what he deserves right now. He isn’t what Wooyoung deserves right now. Wooyoung deserves a better boyfriend. Maybe if he had a real cock, Wooyoung could make him cum with his hands, his mouth, his tongue. Maybe Wooyoung could fuck an orgasm out of him. Maybe he wouldn’t have to rely on some stupid pieces of plastic and silicone, on some battery-powered, non-human, non-Wooyoung methods of obtaining pleasure. Wooyoung holds him, rocks him, kisses his head and tells him he loves him. San cries even harder. They will find a new way, he tells himself, or maybe Wooyoung tells him. They can try more positions, they can buy more toys, they can see a sex therapist together.

San almost believes him.

[wooyoblr]

[permanent] wip (jwy x cs, 18+)

photo credit

overview: guerrilla showcase woosan

cw: sub bottom wooyoung, top (soft) dom san, inspired by real events

wc: ~1700

author’s note: something about wooyoung in a titty flag changed me fundamentally and i was so affected by it that i was compelled to write fic. again, i never finished it and do not really intend to unless i get some positive feedback, but i wanted to share it anyway <3

Somehow, despite San knowing exactly how revealing Wooyoung's stage outfit was did not mean he would prepared for seeing their entire goddamn fanbase thirsting over his boyfriend after their comeback performance.

He guessed he now understood why Wooyoung had wanted to fuck him or be fucked by him almost daily back during Fireworks promotions - there was some carnal, possessive desire that flared up within San every time he saw another fan tweeting their fantasies or even simply gushing over how hot Wooyoung looked on stage with his entire torso on display, belly and nipples and collarbones and all.

Heat coiled low in San’s gut the longer he scrolled twitter, and switching to instagram was no better. He clenched his jaw and closed his phone. In the car on their way back to the dorms while his hyungs were sitting next to him was hardly an appropriate place to pop a boner over his boyfriend whoring himself out on stage.

The moment they arrived home and thanked their managers was the moment San snapped, eyes searching out Wooyoung amongst the others and hand latching onto his wrist as he pulled him away towards his and Yunho's room. San could have sworn he could have heard his roommate's exasperated sigh at being sexiled for not the first time that week, but he was probably imagining it. It wasn’t his fault his boyfriend went around looking like that.

"Someone's eager," Wooyoung teased with a chuckle, smacking lightly at San's grip on his wrist. "You know that just because I'm wearing a jacket for our schedules tomorrow doesn't mean you can bruise me up all you want."

Wooyoung's words swiftly died in his throat when San stopped them right outside the bedroom and shoved him face first into the wall, pressing his body along the length of Wooyoung's back and grinding his hips against his ass. Wooyoung let out a startled whimper and his hands scrambled behind him for purchase on San's body.

"You don't get to make demands like that when you go around looking and behaving like you want everyone who sees you to suddenly want to fuck you," San growled.

"Right now, there's only one person I want to fuck me," Wooyoung retorted, already breathless and pushing his hips back against San's.

San stopped moving and gripped Wooyoung's hips, fingers digging into his skin not quite hard enough to leave marks - Wooyoung was a brat, yes, but he was also correct about their stylists going off at them for leaving marks on each other. San pulled back and spun Wooyoung around to lead them into the bedroom, ignoring what he’d said and shutting the door behind them.

The fell in a tangle of limbs onto San's bed, Wooyoung squirming underneath him until San's hands found his wrists again and pinned them down. Wooyoung strained his neck to reach up to try to kiss San, but he wouldn’t let him get away with this that easily. Wooyoung whined, lips forming a pout as his brows scrunched together in a pleading expression.

“Sannie, please.”

“You want everyone’s eyes on you so badly?” San said, ignoring his requests and moving to straddle Wooyoungs hips, careful to keep his ass away from his boyfriend’s eagerly hardening cock. “You go around on stage, flashing your skin for all to see, just because you want their attention on you? You’re such an attention whore, Young-ah.”

Wooyoung whimpered, lips parting. His hips jerked up to press himself into San’s ass.

“Uh, uh, uh,” San scolded him and raised his weight off Wooyoung's hips entirely, pressing down harder on his wrists instead.

“Please, Sannie,” Wooyoung begged again. “Kiss me, touch me, please do something.”

“Why? It seems like all you want is for people to look at you. You want Atiny’s eyes on you, you want the members’ eyes on you.”

“I want your fucking dick inside me.”

San’s cock twitched in his pants at the bluntness of his words. He hummed low in his throat and leaned over Wooyoung, letting his nails dig into the sides of Wooyoung’s wrists. “You want people to look at you? That’s what I’m going to do, then. I’m going to look at you.”

Wooyoung’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, voice pitchy and desparate when he spoke again. “You’re not gonna fuck me?”

“I’m going to finger you until you come,” San decided on the spot. “I want to be able to watch you the entire time. I want to see your face as you fall apart.” He ducked his head down and licked a stripe up Wooyoung’s neck, tasting salt and sweat from how worked up he was already. “I want to touch your nipples, your toned body that you keep showing off to the whole world.” San nosed under the collar of Wooyoung’s shirt and bit down on his collarbone. “I get to look and I get to touch. How lucky am I?”

Wooyoung simply whined, bucking his hips and thrashing in San’s strong grip, head pressed into the pillow with his hair splayed out behind him.

San finally let go of Wooyoung’s hands and and tugged on the hem of Wooyoung’s shirt. “Take this off so I can see you,” he instructed, shifting back so he was sitting on Wooyoung's thighs and stripping himself of his own shirt as well.

San swooped down as soon as their clothes were on the floor and latched his mouth over Wooyoung’s nipple. Wooyoung jerked under him, hands scrambling and digging into San’s shoulders and neck, threading through his hair as San licked and sucked at the sensitive skin. He brought his other hand up to rub his thumb around Wooyoung’s other nipple while flicking his tongue over the one in his mouth. Wooyoung gasped and moaned out San’s name, his nails undoubtedly leaving red indents where they were clutching at his back.

San nipped at his flesh in warning. “No marks,” he reminded his boyfriend. “Stage tomorrow.”

“Right,” Wooyoung breathed, relaxing his hands. “Please,” he begged. “Please, Sannie, touch me.”

“I am touching you,” San chuckled against Wooyoung’s skin before sitting up to look at his flushed face and parted lips. “You’re so greedy.” He ran a finger over Wooyoung’s bottom lip and pulled it away just as Wooyoung’s tongue darted out. San couldn’t resist the open and vulnerable expression on his boyfriend’s face, wide eyes and open mouth pleading for more, so he finally gave in and kissed him.

Wooyoung let out a moan so loud and desparate as soon as their tongues made contact that anyone else might have thought San had his hands or mouth on his cock. San’s hands raked down Wooyoung’s sides, pressing and squeezing at the soft, sensitive skin there. His tongue flicked along the backs of Wooyoung’s teeth and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, reveling in the way Wooyoung’s back arched against his body. His boyfriend was so sensitive and reactive today, and San wondered if he would be able to make him come without even touching his cock at all.

With that thought in mind, the tightness of his pants was starting to become a problem, so San pulled back, hushing Wooyoung’s immediate whining at the broken contact, his eyes wide and wet.

“I’ve got you, Young-ah,” San whispered, breaking out of his role for a moment to reassure him. “Are you okay?”

Wooyoung nodded and lifted his hips so San could strip him of his last piece of clothing. “Please,” was all he could say.

San nodded, quickly retrieved the lube from the bedside table and then scooted down the bed to settle between Wooyoung’s spread legs. His eyes drifted down, admiring the flush on Wooyoung’s heaving chest, the taper of his waist, his hard cock leaking against his stomach, his strong thighs almost trembling with need. San ran his hand from Wooyoung’s hip down his leg and then followed with his mouth, kissing and licking at the toned muscle - the only place he was allowed to leave marks and bruises - until he chose a spot and bit down, sucking hard. He saw Wooyoung’s cock jump out of the corner of his eye, hands finding purchase in San’s hair again. One of San’s hands held Wooyoung’s thigh in place, the other fumbling around for wherever he’d lost the lube bottle in his sheets. He sat up when he found it, admiring the love bites on his boyfriend’s inner thigh, before said boyfriend’s needy whining brought him back to the task at hand.

“Sannieeee.” Wooyoung started squirming his hips and San was also reminded about the reason they were doing this in the first place -  they could make romantic love to each other another time, but right now, San was going to fuck Wooyoung with his fingers until he cried.

“Shut up and stop whining,” San scolded him and slapped his unmarked thigh. “You wanna behave like a needy little slut, then I’ll treat you like one and fill you up with all of my fingers.”

Wooyoung moaned and let his head fall back, baring his neck and the rest of his body to San.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” San whispered more to himself than anything, unable to resist leaning down to suck a bite mark into Wooyoung’s other thigh. “No wonder everybody was talking about you today.”

Wooyoung’s chest was rising and falling, soft little whimpers slipping out of his mouth with each squeeze or bite of his thigh that San gave him. San uncapped the lube bottle and squeezed a copious amount on his fingers, rubbing it around with his thumb to warm it up. He lowered his hand to the crease of Wooyoung’s ass and sat up again to watch the shiny slide of his fingertips around Wooyoung’s rim. Wooyoung jerked when San touched him, back arching as his hips pushed down against San's fingers.

San slapped his thigh again with his clean hand. "Don't be so greedy," he scolded. "Take what I give you."

"You're not giving me anyth– mmmm."

Wooyoung's protests were cut off when San slid a finger inside him, all the way to the hilt, and immediately twisted his wrist to set a smooth but quick pace in and out of the clenching heat of his body. He added a second finger within a minute, nails of his clean hand digging crescent marks into Wooyoung's thigh while Wooyoung's hands scrambled to grab onto the sheets. He looked utterly sinful, San thought, with his legs spread wide on either side of San's hips, head tossed back and back keening off the bed as he ground his hips down onto San's fingers, trying to get him deeper.

"Sannie," Wooyoung whimpered, lifting his head to look at him through glassy eyes. "Sannie."

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summary of the second half:

san fucks wooyoung with his fingers until he comes, but of course he cant resist, so as soon as wooyoung has come back down to earth, he fucks him with his cock too, and it doesnt take long bc san is so fucking riled up, and wooyoung is so sensistive now and he cries and whines like the little bitch he is, and san finally touches his cock while hes inside him and wooyoung comes again very very loudly

[wooyoblr]

don’t make me beg (cs x kys, 18+) :: part 1/2

pairing: choi san x kang yeosang

cw: smut, established relationship, established and frequently referenced poly woosansang, dom!yeosang, sub!san, brat!san, side woosan but like within the threeway relationship, exhibitionism kinda, kissing, making love, rimming, anal sex, praise kink, pet names, begging, misunderstandings, more tags added in pt 2

wc: 7.8k

previous fic in the series

description: 

After their recent sexcapades, after seeing Wooyoung being ravished by Yeosang, San wanted his turn. He wanted to try, at the time, to get Yeosang to dominate him like that. He’d gotten so fucking turned on at how Yeosang treated Wooyoung when he’d been bad, and he wanted the same treatment. But San knew his boyfriend, and said boyfriend was aware of how much San loved to be praised, so there was no way he would rough San up the way he wanted if he didn’t explicitly ask. It was hard, though, San found, to explicitly ask someone who loved to treasure him, caress him, touch him and kiss him like he was the most precious thing in the world… to just throw him against the wall, call him filthy names and fuck him until he cried.

So, San devised a plan.

He would be the world’s pettiest, brattiest, most infuriating little boyfriend… until Yeosang had no choice but to punish him.

Yeosang was aware of the precise moment wherein he realised that San wanted something from him. 

He knew both of his boyfriends’ subconscious behaviours pretty well after so many years of being together and fooling around, and could notice the nuances in their behaviour for when they wanted something soft or something rough.

Wooyoung was clingy and talkative on the best of days, but when he wanted sex, he ramped up that brattiness tenfold, as if it were his sole purpose to be a pain in Yeosang’s backside until he snapped and bent him over whatever surface was readily available.

San was more subtle. He liked to pout, liked to push his luck when it came to showing physical affection anywhere that wasn’t their bedroom, running his hand along Yeosang’s side while they watched television with the others, trying and failing to kiss him on the cheek when they were in public. Yeosang moaned and groaned and pretended to be annoyed - and to an extent, it did bother him - but there was always the knowledge lurking at the back of his irritated mind that he would soon be whispering sweet nothings and praise into San’s ear as he fucked him slow and deep until they came together.

With time and experience came being comfortable with each other in bed, and then came the hushed whispers of secret, filthy desires, only revealed in the dark of their shared dorm room.

Jongho and San had switched rooms about a month after the trio came out as a throuple to their members, after Jongho had awoken one too many times to the sounds of his friends having sex in the bed next to him and finally lost it with them. Yeosang had wanted the switch from the moment they officially became boyfriends and had made it his mission to pull the loudest, sluttiest sounds out of Wooyoung and San for weeks until Jongho finally conceded.

Familiarity and tenderness eased the discomfort of baring himself and his innermost desires to other people. San and Wooyoung knew every tiny fantasy that had ever crossed Yeosang’s mind, and he theirs, and they were lucky enough that, between the three of them, most of those desires could be fulfilled.

They were open to learning, open to experimenting and trying new things for the sake of their lovers. Yeosang could distinctly remember the thrill he felt the time he rode Wooyoung while wearing one of Hongjoong’s skirts. The time he handcuffed San to their bed. The rush of power that coursed through him the first time San asked to be hit or the first time Wooyoung asked to be choked. The act of being seen so intimately resonated deep in his chest and spread warmth throughout his body every time they trusted each other with a new, hushed fantasy.

To begin with, they always had to talk about it beforehand; Yeosang had insisted on that. San agreed readily, but Wooyoung whined and squirmed with discomfort when Yeosang made them explain what they wanted to do, how hard or rough they should be, and what was to happen if something went wrong. They set safewords and other tap-outs for when they couldn’t speak, and as time passed, the need to explicitly discuss beforehand diminished as they grew more familiar with each others’ bodies, responses, and silent pleas.

So when San came home and immediately plopped down onto the couch beside Yunho instead of Yeosang and cuddled up to his ex-roommate to ask about his day, Yeosang was immediately on edge.

It meant something, he was certain.

The way San held onto Yunho’s arm and looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes made Yeosang’s skin crawl.

Once Yunho left the room, San’s attention finally turned to him.

“Yeosangieee,” he whined, and that was how Yeosang knew this was about sex. It didn’t matter the context - they could have been alone in the bedroom, at the dining room table surrounded by six others, or on a set with a camera crew of 20 behind bright lights. If San was whining for him like that and not Wooyoung, he wanted something.

And, well, since San had decided to snuggle up with Yunho for the past fifteen minutes, Yeosang was most definitely not giving it to him that easily.

“Yeosangie,” San repeated, less whiny and more pouty, “What are you doing tonight?”

Yeosang continued scrolling through Netflix on the television, eyes glued to the large screen instead of the boyfriend who had shuffled over on the couch and attached himself to his side.

“I’m looking for something to watch, San-ah.”

San hummed, rested his chin on Yeosang’s shoulder and looked up at the side of his face through his eyelashes. “Can I watch with you?”

Yeosang selected the second season of a show that he knew San had not seen. “Of course, love.”

They settled into the couch and Yeosang slid his arm over the back of the cushion behind San’s head, letting San snuggle further into his side and get comfortable. If he wanted to make a move, he would either have to ask (or beg), which Yeosang was quite interested in hearing, otherwise he’d have to wait until Yeosang decided to turn in for the night. He wasn’t sure if San wanted to involve Wooyoung, so he left the choice up to him, happy to watch his show with his warm, cuddly boyfriend for company.

It took all of five minutes for San to start fidgeting.

He shifted his weight and repositioned his head, and Yeosang smirked.

“What’s wrong, Sannie?” he asked, not letting his eyes stray from the screen.

A quiet, high noise came from the back of San’s throat and he nuzzled into Yeosang’s chest. “Yeosangie.”

Yeosang turned down the television’s volume. “You have to tell me what you want. I can’t read minds, you know.”

San huffed. “Please,” he whispered.

Yeosang hummed. “If you’re not going to use your words, then just watch the show.”

“I don’t even know what’s going on in the show,” San complained.

“Then why don’t you tell me why you’re really here?”

Quietness fell over the room, only the barely-there sounds from the television speakers. Yeosang continued reading the subtitles, hand hovering over the remote ready to switch it off at a moment’s notice if San started talking.

But then San huffed again, untangled himself from Yeosang’s embrace and slipped off the couch. Yeosang stared after him, shocked as he watched his boyfriend leave the room.

He blinked.

Seonghwa came into the room moments after San had left and sat on the other couch, saying something to Yeosang, he was sure, but he wasn’t listening.

What had just happened?

Did San want Yeosang to follow him?

Ignoring Seonghwa, Yeosang stood up and was about to search for San to talk to him, when he heard the distinct giggle of their other boyfriend, followed by a scurried rush of footsteps down the hall.

“San-ah,” he heard Wooyoung’s playful voice. “What are you doing?”

The sound of a bedroom door opening and closing confused Yeosang’s whirring brain even further.

He sat back down on the couch.

“Yeosang-ah?” Seonghwa’s voice finally cut through the fog in his mind. “Are you alright?”

He nodded, still staring at the empty archway leading to the rest of the dorm.

He replayed the afternoon’s events in his mind: San came home and found Yeosang hanging out with Yunho, San clearly tried to make Yeosang jealous by cuddling up to Yunho, San wanted sex from Yeosang but didn’t want to ask for anything explicitly, San left Yeosang, San found Wooyoung and dragged him into their bedroom.

Why didn’t San just ask?

Yeosang’s heart was pounding, his head rushing as everything inside him seemed to vibrate with confusion and he tried to make sense of what was going on.

The sound of San’s loud, whiny moans reached his ears and suddenly it all clicked into place in his mind.

“Wooyoungie, yes, yes, you feel– oh– so good. Fuck, I can’t wait for you to fuck me. You fuck me so good, jagiya.”

Oh.

Oh.

Yeosang’s upper lip twitched. God, when he finally got his hands on San, that dirty, scheming, traitorous little slut–

“Yeosang-ah!”

He jerked, head whipping around to face Seonghwa. “What?”

“Are you alright? I asked about four times. You were just–”

Seonghwa was cut off when a loud moan filtered through the bedroom walls into the living room. Yeosang’s hands balled into fists against the couch cushions. His upper lip twitched again.

“Is, uh… Do they… Are they– Yeosang?” Seonghwa stuttered. “Can you please answer me? What’s wrong? Is it them?”

“Them? Oh, no. No. Not at all.” He realised the moment the words were out of his mouth how incredibly sarcastic he sounded. With a sigh, Yeosang scooted across the couch and reached over to Seonghwa. “It’s fine, hyung, really. Sannie was just in here talking to me before and I think something happened but I’ll sort it out. I promise we’re all fine.”

Another moan ripped from San’s throat, higher and whinier, and Seonghwa cringed. “Yes, I can see that,” he mumbled.

Yeosang nodded, picking up the remote again and turning the volume back up to drown out the sound of his boyfriends fucking in the next room.

He honestly did not mind, usually, when he wasn’t involved in their sexcapades. It was something the three of them had discussed more times than any of them cared to count.

In the early days of their relationship, while they were still feeling things out, trying to ensure nobody ever felt unwanted or left out, they’d done everything together. Every dinner date, every movie night, every time Wooyoung wanted a midnight fast food snack - they did it with the three of them. Every kiss was when all three were in the room. Every touch between two was quickly followed up by a third, making sure they were all involved, all loved, all cared for, until it all became too much. It was unnecessary, it was difficult, and it was fucking exhausting. Yeosang remembered feeling like he was walking on eggshells around his own goddamn boyfriends because he couldn’t kiss Wooyoung without feeling like San would be upset or couldn’t ask San for a back massage if Wooyoung wasn’t going to be home for hours just in case it turned into something less innocent than loosening his muscles.

Through tears and hoarse throats, crying and shouting and accusations being thrown around, they eventually found something that worked. Hongjoong nearly intervened several times through the mess of their budding relationship. The first year was the most difficult, the most painful, but it softened as they talked about it, it grew easier as they learned to communicate. There were still moments of jealousy, there were still arguments, and there certainly still were times when Yeosang would slam doors and Wooyoung wouldn’t talk to them for days and San would cry himself to sleep. But the spare bed in their hyungs’ room that Seonghwa used to sleep in was occupied by one of the throuple less and less often as they matured as individuals and within their relationship. 

They became more secure in their love for each other. They began to understand all the things that weren’t said and didn’t read too much into what was. Yeosang in particular learned to ignore and eventually dispel the nagging in his chest that told him he was coming between two soulmates. Given that Wooyoung had fallen in love with him back when they were still curious, career-driven teenagers, and San had fallen in love with him in those first few months before he even met Wooyoung (or so he was told, years after the fact), Yeosang knew, logically, with every part of his mind, that he wasn’t butting in anywhere. Convincing his heart was a separate issue. There were stumbles along the way and he occasionally tripped up even now, three years into their relationship, but he was far too secure in their love for him for something as trivial as jealousy of a little sex to get in the way of anything.

On any other day, Yeosang would have been thrilled to hear the two most important people in his life enjoying each other so much. He wasn’t even sure why he felt so off about the whole thing. Was it because San spoke to Yunho before Yeosang? Because he suddenly seemed unable to communicate what he wanted when Yeosang asked? Did Yeosang himself do something to upset San without realising and this was San’s way of coping? Or was he getting back at him somehow?

Yeosang stared at the television screen, eyes glazed over.

“Are you really okay with this?” Seonghwa asked, cutting through his thoughts. “I mean…”

The thud of the bedhead against the wall stopped their conversation again, making the two of them jolt with shock.

“Young-ah, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Yeosang turned up the volume even higher, risking Hongjoong coming in to yell at him for being too loud. He knew San and Wooyoung were also going to be scolded for their borderline exhibitionist behaviour tomorrow, but he somehow felt that San would not care. Yeosang knew those noises were for him regardless.

His lips curled into a dark smirk. “Don’t worry, hyung. Sannie will get what he deserves.”

-

San didn’t understand why it wasn’t working.

Okay, well, maybe he understood a little bit and he was just being dramatic.

Just because he knew how important communication was to their relationship and especially to Yeosang, didn’t mean he had to enjoy voicing his desires all the time. It was hard sometimes, give him a break.

The thing was that San had been thinking. He’d been thinking, and now he wanted.

His mind kept flashing back to that night at the hotel when they were on tour. Watching the way Wooyoung submitted to Yeosang, the pleasure that came with trusting so deeply, being so sure that Yeosang would give him what he needed… San wanted that sometimes. He wanted it right now and, in fact, he had wanted it that night, too.

Of course, he received plenty of love from both of them. He could almost always count on Wooyoung to match him blow for blow when it came to sex. There was just something about the way they worked together so seamlessly, like it was second nature, which made it so much easier to ask for things. It was something the two of them had discussed and then made a conscious effort to work on when sleeping with Yeosang, both individually or together.

Yeosang had helped San come to terms with his sexual fluidity, both in terms of the type of people he wanted to be with as well as what the liked in bed. San had found it easy to slide into whatever role Wooyoung wanted of him, do whatever he asked and please him in every way he could. Yeosang was harder to understand between the sheets. He wasn’t as open as Wooyoung who wore his heart on his sleeve and had learned to voiced anything that came to mind. Yeosang took time to learn, and San knew he was similar to him in that way. It just made it all the more heartwarming and satisfying when he was able to read Yeosang’s body language for the first time.

In the years that followed, as they learned each others’ bodies and became as familiar with each others’ needs and desires as their own, San found confidence in bed that he never had with his few previous partners, thanks to Yeosang’s insistence that they talk about everything.

So now, why Yeosang couldn’t see that San wanted him to absolutely ruin him was beyond him.

He was being so obvious! Both Yeosang and Wooyoung struggled with jealousy when it came to San, and Wooyoung when it came to Yeosang, too. Although he wasn’t quite as affectionate with others as Wooyoung was, San was still a cuddler. Yeosang knew this, and yet Yeosang almost always felt possessive when he saw San getting cozy with their members.

Even sometimes with Wooyoung.

Literally San’s other boyfriend.

San admittedly did find it kind of hot when Yeosang glared at the two of them cuddling on the loveseat during one movie night, and then demanded San come with him in the middle of the film as he left the room. He took him into the bathroom and dropped to he knees and gave San the filthiest, sloppiest blowjob he’d ever received, swallowing him down, and then telling him with a scratchy throat as he jerked off onto San’s stomach that he belonged to him.

Since he wasn’t able to voice what he wanted a few weeks ago when the three of them had last done anything that required roles in the bedroom, he’d tried to make Yeosang jealous last night with both Yunho and Wooyoung, but apparently, the message wasn’t getting through.

Because now, Yeosang was just sitting there at the table eating breakfast with San and scrolling through Twitter like San’s sleep shirt wasn’t falling off his shoulder to reveal that he was covered in hickeys from Wooyoung (which San had explicitly asked for for the sole purpose of showing them off to Yeosang the next morning).

No, Yeosang just sipped his coffee and paid San no mind.

San huffed.

Well, he supposed it was time to change tactics.

Through a pout, he leaned over the table and rested his chin in his hand to say, “You know, it’s been a very long time since Wooyoungie’s topped either of us and I really forgot how incredible he is at it.” The splutter Yeosang let out as he put his mug on the table and glared at San was absolutely worth it, and San snickered lightly. “He can be such a good dom sometimes, even though he prefers being a brat. He always knows exactly what I need and he gives it to me so well. Don’t you agree, Yeosangie?”

Yeosang cleared his throat, pointedly not looking at San and returning to his coffee and Twitter. “We are all quite versatile in that regard, yes. I could say the same about myself or about you and know with confidence that Wooyoung would agree.”

San hummed thoughtfully. “Of course. And there are some things that Wooyoung does better than you or I, and some things you excel at in bed, and some that I do, too. We all have our strengths.” San waited for Yeosang’s eyes to flicker up to his, nodding his agreement but watching San like he expected him to continue, like he was waiting for him to drop something else. His suspicions were spot on. “One of Wooyoung’s strengths as a dom is knowing when I need something without me having to tell him. Sometimes he even knows before I do. Sometimes the way he–”

“I really don’t need to hear every minuscule detail about you and Wooyoung’s activities last night, San-ah,” Yeosang snapped, and San’s heart thudded against his ribcage, knowing he’d finally gotten under Yeosang’s skin.

He schooled his expression, shoving down his delight at this reaction. “I didn’t even say much,” San grumbled, pouting, and dropped his gaze from Yeosang’s. He messed around on his own phone for a bit, letting Yeosang think the conversation was over. 

Time ticked on, minutes passed, until San snuck a glance at his boyfriend who was almost done with his breakfast. He was somewhat considerate though, and certainly polite, so he waited until Yeosang had finished swallowing his last mouthful of food and just picked up his cup before he spoke again.

“Wooyoung made me cum three times last night,” San said.

The mug Yeosang was holding was all but slammed onto the table with a harsh thud. San’s lips twitched into a small smirk as Yeosang’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “I thought I just–”

“He fucked me so well, Yeosangie, I could barely think. First on my hands and knees, you know how he hits just right from behind, then he flipped me over and sucked me dry before I’d even come down from the first one, and then–”

“San–”

“–then after I was crying and making an absolute mess of myself, he fucked my mouth until I was hard again and, god, Yeosangie, Wooyoung’s cock feels incredible in my mouth, so thick and veiny and–”

“San–”

“–and then somehow I ended up sitting on the desk and he fucked me rough and hard again with his hand on my throat until I came untouched all over myself–”

Yeosang’s chair legs scraped jarringly against the floor as he stood up abruptly.

San’s heart was thundering in his chest, pounding like it was about to break through at any moment, his chest heaving. Yeosang’s harsh gaze locked onto his, eyes boring into him as if he were trying to see into his mind, into his soul. Under such intense scrutiny, San could feel his cock stirring to life, and he should have been embarrassed - they were in the kitchen eating breakfast for fuck’s sake - but the idea of riling Yeosang up so much that he wanted to take San then and there was too exciting, to thrilling in its forbidden and indecent nature that he couldn’t help himself. The thought of someone walking in on Yeosang bending San over the table where they all sat and ate innocently was too much for his hazy, lust-filled brain to handle, and his lips parted in a silent whine. He kept his eyes on Yeosang’s, who was almost glaring down his nose at San, panting as well.

Yeosang’s upper lip curled.

San’s breath hitched.

The sudden noisy commotion outside the room threw a wet blanket over the tension that had been building, snapping the two of them from their heated moment as Hongjoong and Mingi bustled through the kitchen door.

San was out of his seat in an instant, not about to endure another one of Hongjoong’s lectures about maintaining respectful levels of noise within shared spaces and just keeping it in their fucking pants for the others’ sake.

He could feel Yeosang’s heated gaze following him as he shoved in his chair and fled the room.

Part of San wanted his boyfriend to follow him, wanted him to accost him in the bathroom again or manhandle him into the bedroom to show him exactly what he thought about San divulging every detail about his night with Wooyoung.

He knew he wouldn’t, but that knowledge didn’t stop his heart from sinking into his stomach when he poked his hopeful head into the kitchen later to find Yeosang gone from the dorm altogether.

Goading Yeosang into fucking him stupid in a flash of jealousy had failed.

Clearly, San’s idea of a ‘plan’ needed serious work.

-

Yeosang truly could not stand the feral caveman desires that had been creeping their way into his brain every time San so much as looked at Wooyoung or any of the other members.

What the fuck had gotten into him lately?

Yeosang had been known to be a little jealous at times, a little possessive of his boyfriends, and had been forced to endure their leader’s wrath several times for marking up his lovers’ soft, clear skin right before they had schedules. The makeup team certainly had their jobs cut out for them, thanks to Yeosang.

The part that bothered him the most was that he knew San was just doing it to mess with him. They were all secure enough in their relationship to be able to make jokes about clinginess or underperformance or whatever clever jab Wooyoung’s brain had conjured up to tease them about. Yeosang did not believe that Wooyoung was a better dominant than him – not by a fucking long shot – and neither did he think San believed it. 

But he did know that San and Wooyoung had a different way of communicating, be it in the bedroom or out of it, they had an unspoken, subconscious understanding of each other that didn’t need to be voiced in the same way San oftentimes had to do with Yeosang. 

They had gotten better at reading each other over the last few years, San and Yeosang, and had learned to be open with each other when they wanted to try something new. The fact that this time San had decided to beat around the bush and poke and prod at Yeosang’s ego at every opportunity left him only able to draw the conclusion that San wanted something, well, normal, because if he wanted something new, he knew how to ask properly.

Stirring the pot was a rather strange way to go about asking your boyfriend to make love to you, Yeosang thought, but hey, who was he to deny San a little teasing, bratty behaviour every now and then? Perhaps he’d give that attitude right back to him once he finally got him into bed.

It made sense to him that San was feeling a bit needy and wanted Yeosang’s attention, given how much attention Wooyoung had received from him recently, and Yeosang was nothing if not an attentive boyfriend. He cozied up to Seonghwa and managed to squeeze out some details about San’s schedules for the rest of the week, picking an upcoming night before a shared empty morning. He barely needed to convince Jongho to drag Wooyoung to a late gym session on the pretence of working on those biceps he was so determined to develop. Yeosang honestly wouldn’t have minded if Wooyoung joined in, but he also wanted to ensure San got his full attention and was treated exactly how he deserved, so he sent their other boyfriend away. They would have a plethora of opportunities to spend nights with all three of them in the future.

Clad only in boxers and a white t-shirt, Yeosang sat in the desk chair in their room as he waited for San to come home from his afternoon schedule. He ran a hand through his freshly washed hair and stared down absently at his phone, ears patiently listening for movement outside the closed bedroom door. The sound of socked footsteps caught his attention and he placed his phone on the desk, swivelling fully to face the door. Hands folded across his stomach, he leaned back in the chair as San entered their room.

“Oh. Yeosangie.” San sounded surprised, but otherwise Yeosang couldn’t quite place his tone. San’s eyes darted around the empty room. “Where’s Wooyoungie?”

“He’s at the gym with Jongho,” Yeosang replied. He levelled his gaze with San’s. “They’ll be out late, apparently, so it’s just us tonight.”

If Yeosang weren’t watching him so closely, he might have missed the hitch in San’s breath, the slight part of his lips, as he processed Yeosang’s words.

As if coming to his senses, San slowly let his bag slip off his shoulder and placed it on the floor by the closed door. “Oh? What are we gonna do then?”

Yeosang’s lips pulled into a soft smile. “C’mere, Sannie,” he beckoned, reaching out. He took San’s hands the moment he was close enough, tugging him to stand between his knees. Yeosang looked up with fond eyes at the taller man, linking their fingers together. “Kiss me?”

San tilted his head slightly, almost like he was confused by the gentle request, but obliged regardless. He dipped down and sealed his mouth over Yeosang’s, a soft hum vibrating through his chest. Yeosang smiled into the kiss, tugging at San’s hands again until he clambered into his lap - the gamer in San had insisted on getting a proper, large and comfortable desk chair, but Yeosang sometimes wondered if he’d considered this purpose for it too before buying it.

Legs bent at the knee and tucked under himself on either side of Yeosang’s thighs, San settled into his lap. His hands slid up Yeosang’s sides to cup his face, lips parting and tongue darting out to dip into the warmth of his boyfriend’s mouth. Yeosang hummed happily, his own hands resting on San’s tiny waist, letting his fingers slip under the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his pants to touch the soft skin there. San was so warm, the wet heat of his mouth and the sensitive skin under his fingertips making Yeosang’s brain grow fuzzy. He would have been content to make out with his boyfriend all night, but he had other plans, and San quickly grew restless, whining into Yeosang’s mouth and squirming in his lap.

“Sangie,” he whispered against his lips. “Come on.”

Yeosang nearly grinned, enamoured by his eagerness, but he restrained himself. “What is it, San-ah? What do you want?”

San let out a broken whine that honestly reminded Yeosang of Wooyoung. His hips stuttered, grinding his half-hard cock into Yeosang’s lap, hands clutching the hair at the base of his neck as he kissed him again. He was so needy and pliant under Yeosang’s hands, making it impossible to resist slipping his fingers further down San’s waistband to grip his ass and pull him down harder. This action only drew an even more desperate whimper from him, fuelling Yeosang to detach his lips from San’s and trail kisses down his jaw to his neck where he began sucking and licking right below San’s ear.

“Sangie, sangie.” San’s sweet noises earned him a sharp bite to the side of his neck. “For fuck’s sake, can you just put your cock in me, please?”

Yeosang did laugh this time, a shocked huff of amusement blowing out of his mouth. He squeezed San’s ass again and pulled back to regard him. His face was flushed already, eyes drooping and hair sticking up in all directions. His spit-slick lips were pink and puffy from kissing and he was panting lightly.

San looked like a complete, irresistable mess and Yeosang had barely even touched him.

Yeosang stood up suddenly, grabbing San around the thighs and walking them the few steps over to their bed. He dropped San on his back and crawled over him, returning his lips to his neck, dragging his tongue over his freckles and peppering him with wet, open-mouthed kisses. San moaned, arched his back and bared his neck for Yeosang.

“Please, Sang-ah.”

“Mm, I’m getting to it, sweetheart.”

San huffed, sharp and petulant, squirming under the weight of Yeosang’s body. He clutched his shoulders, nails digging into muscle through his thin shirt as Yeosang nipped and sucked his way down San’s neck and along his collarbone. Without needing to be asked, San removed his t-shirt and then tugged at the hem of Yeosang’s until he pulled it off, too. A deep groan rumbled through him when Yeosang then sealed his lips over one of San’s nipples.

The way San’s body curved into his was intoxicating. He was so responsive and vocal, arching and moaning into every touch. Yeosang pinched his other nipple between his fingers, rolling it around and lightly smacking San’s hand away when he tried to push him lower.

“Let me take my time with you,” he mumbled against his skin, now wet with saliva. He moved to give the other nipple the same attention. “Don’t be so greedy, Sannie.”

“Maybe I want to be,” came San’s retort after a moment. Yeosang hardly paid it any mind, sucking San’s nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it until the only words San’s mind could conjure up were yes and more.

He helped San out of his pants and underwear, pressing a hand to his own hard cock through his boxers for a moment of relief, before swooping down to mouth up the length of San’s bare cock. San cried out, hands flying into Yeosang’s hair, but he wasn’t there for long. Yeosang gave San’s cock a few short pumps with his hand and then tapped his inner thigh.

“Turn over for me, love,” he instructed, meeting San’s eye again. San stared down at him for almost a moment too long but followed the order anyway. “There’s my good boy,” Yeosang praised, to which San shivered.

He maneuvered San’s body to his liking, pushing his hips up to slide a pillow beneath them with his thighs slightly spread, and rewarded him with a series of wet kisses to the small of his back. His skin was warm under Yeosang’s touch. Taking two handfuls of San’s ass, he pulled his cheeks apart to expose his pink hole. With lust-filled wonder, Yeosang watched him clench and unclench under his gaze. He waited until San let out a soft whine of protest before he finally leaned down and laved his tongue over his hole.

San choked out a sob, hips jerking in Yeosang’s grip, trying to simultaneously grind his cock against the pillow and push his ass back against Yeosang’s tongue. Yeosang held his hips firmly, fingers digging into soft flesh. He hummed against San’s skin, licking around his rim with the flat of his tongue. His eyes rolled back at the taste of him, rich and soft and something Yeosang could never get enough of. San moaned high in his throat, hips still twitching back and forth even in Yeosang’s strong hands. He smacked his ass, lips curling into a smirk when San yelped and stilled.

“Be good,” Yeosang murmured. “Be good, San-ah, and you’ll be rewarded.”

San whimpered, causing Yeosang to lift his head. He was mostly still, aside from the slight squirming of his hips, arms tucked under his head and hiding the majority of his face. Sweaty hair stuck to the back of his neck and his forehead. Eventually, as his hips settled, Yeosang saw him nod against the pillows and kissed the small of his back in response.

“Good boy.”

He dove back in, licking over and around San’s hole, relishing the soft whines that continuously slipped from his boyfriend’s mouth. Slick sounds of spit filled the room, mixed with San’s high-pitched noises and Yeosang’s quiet hum of contentment. He pointed his tongue and pushed forward until he breached the tight ring of muscle, holding down San’s hips when he bucked against him.

“Please, Sangie,” he heard San whisper. “Please. Can you– oh– can you use your fingers?”

Yeosang swallowed the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, pressing a kiss to San’s wet, messy hole. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He sat up on his knees to retrieve the lube from the bedside table, pressing kisses along the length of San’s sweaty back as he returned. “Can you hop up on your knees for me, sweetheart?” San obliged easily this time, no longer appearing to have any defiance left in him. Yeosang wasn’t entirely sure if there was something specific San had wanted out of tonight; he could still sense some tension in his shoulders as he shifted positions. He didn’t say anything, however, and clearly hadn’t wanted to talk about it the last time Yeosang asked, so he let it be. Whenever San decided he wanted to talk was fine; Yeosang would wait.

He opened him up efficiently, twisting his first finger around and around before adding a second and scissoring them. San’s body accepted him, the soft, pliant heat of his walls clenching around the intrusion even as he rocked back to suck him in deeper. Yeosang’s clean hand rested on San’s hip, rubbing soothing circles into his skin while his eyes were trained on where his fingers had disappeared into San’s slick, pink hole.

“So pretty, Sannie. I wish you could see how you look right now. All mine.” Yeosang punctuated his sentence with a press to San’s prostate, and the sharp cry he let out reminded Yeosang of how painfully hard he was right now. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

“Please, I need it.”

“I know, love, but you aren’t ready yet.”

“Sang-ah,” San groaned, rocking his entire body back onto Yeosang’s fingers. He lifted his head to glance over his shoulder, brows pinched together on his forehead. “Come on, just give it to me already.”

Yeosang’s lip twitched and he jammed his fingers deeper into San’s body again, making him cry out as he rubbed violently over his prostate. “Is that any way to ask for something, San-ah? That’s not how good boys ask for things.”

“Maybe I don’t—” San cut himself off with a loud whine, hands clutching at the sheets. Yeosang didn’t let up, massaging the pads of his fingers in tight circles against San’s sweet spot. The hand on San’s hip moved to his thigh, squeezing the trembling muscle. “Yeosang,” San sobbed. “Yeosang, please, I can’t—”

“What, are you gonna cum already? God, you’re so gorgeous when you’re needy, Sannie.”

Whines increasing in pitch and volume, San tossed his head back, eyes squeezed shut and tearstains down his cheeks. His body was shaking and Yeosang could tell he was reaching the end of his rope, teetering along the edge of what he could handle. He ducked his head to shove his tongue into San’s hole along with his two fingers, grinding them hard against his prostate and moaning as he felt San’s walls fluttering around his tongue. The way he tasted was intoxicating. Yeosang’s eyes rolled back as he gripped San’s strong thigh hard enough to bruise. San was sobbing, tears falling freely from his face and dripping onto the sheets like his untouched cock was dripping precum onto the bed. Still, he continued to rock back against where Yeosang’s fingers were abusing his sensitive prostate and his tongue was fucking into him relentlessly.

“Yeosangie,” came San’s choked-out moan, and Yeosang took pity on him, letting go of his thigh to wrap his hand around his cock. San squealed at the contact and it only took two strokes before he shuddered and wailed and spilled all over the sheets, grinding against Yeosang’s face to ride out his orgasm.

With a groan and a huff, San slumped onto the bed and lay in his own mess, causing Yeosang’s fingers to slip out of him. Yeosang was painfully aware of how aroused he was and knew it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge once he got inside San’s puffy, dripping hole.

“Fuck,” he groaned, scrambling out of his boxers and taking his cock in hand, squeezing the base to stave off his impending orgasm. “Fuck, Sannie, you’re so perfect, I can’t believe how hot you sound when you cum.” He stroked a hand across San’s hip and thigh, before lubing himself up and leaning over his boyfriend’s sweaty, heaving body.

Lining up his cock, Yeosang pressed forward, the tip breaching San’s rim easily with how wet and stretched he was. He slid all the way inside in one smooth thrust, reaching deep within San’s body, and began moving immediately. Soft whimpers gurgled out of his boyfriend’s throat, a hand shooting back to grip Yeosang’s outer thigh. He recognised it as a touch of encouragement rather than protest, so he picked up his pace, repositioning himself on his knees and fucking into San on an angle that hit his sweet spot dead on.

San started squirming again and Yeosang would forever marvel at how short the man’s refractory period was. Yeosang was close already so he shortened his thrusts to keep prodding at San’s poor, sensitive prostate to bring him up to the edge with him within a minute.

Once San’s soft cries of pleasure and pain morphed into long moans, Yeosang pulled out and flipped him over. San’s face was flushed down to his chest, nipples hard and sweat beading along his hairline. He looked utterly sinful and Yeosang couldn’t help but lean down to lick a stripe along his collarbone, biting playfully at the side of his throat and dipping his tongue into the divots of his strained neck. San rubbed at his tear-stained cheeks, eyes fluttering open to look down just as Yeosang sat up and grasped his small waist with both hands, yanking his body down the bed. He maneuvered him so his ass rested on top of Yeosang’s thighs and from this angle, his cock would reach even deeper.

He fed his cock back into San’s greedy hole, using his strong grip on his waist to pull him down with each thrust. Their skin slapped together, broken groans falling out of San’s mouth evey time Yeosang sunk into his body. San’s prostate was like a livewire, his muscular thighs spasming and arms flailing every time the head of Yeosang’s cock brushed against it. Yeosang drank up the sight in front of him with his lips parted, eyes shining with affection and arousal.

The taller man was the embodiment of sin. His brows were pinched together on his forehead, sweat and tears dripping down his face with one arm thrown above his head against the pillows, the other clutching the sheets so tightly they might rip. Only the whites of his eyes were visible, half-closed and permanently rolled back in his head and his slick, full lips were parted, unintelligible noises slipping out with each slap of skin against skin. His hole was clenching around Yeosang’s cock, hot and wet and tight and so intoxicating, Yeosang felt like he was about to spill inside him any second.

“You did so well, San,” he grunted. “So good, so good just for me, fuck.”

San’s eyes finally met his, brows still creased, expression open and trusting. Yeosang whimpered, a rush of warmth crashing into his chest. He dropped San’s hips to cup his face and bent over, folding San in half so he could kiss him. He slipped his tongue into his open mouth, caressing, running along the backs of his teeth and sliding against San’s own tongue. It was sloppy and romantic and exactly the push that San needed. He felt San’s body tense, legs tightening around Yeosang’s waist where he was still fucking deep into him.

His voice was shaky when he moaned, “Sangie, sangie, sangie, please,” and Yeosang pressed their foreheads together, moving his hand between their bodies to touch his cock.

“Cum for me, Sannie, come on. You did so well, sweetheart, you were so perfect, so good, so– oh– so gorgeous. I love you so much, baby, please cum for me.”

San did, much quieter than usual. His legs locked around Yeosang’s waist in a vice grip, hands clutching at his strong shoulders as a long, high-pitched but soft moan was dragged from his throat, shooting all over Yeosang’s hand and their stomachs.

“Fuck, there we go, so good, all mine,” Yeosang mumbled incoherently. He dropped his head to the sweaty, flushed crook of San’s neck and elongated his thrusts, finally chasing his own high. San whimpered with each slap of skin against skin. He would be unbelievably sensitive now, Yeosang knew. He groaned against San’s skin, sucking a mark into his shoulder to stifle his noises as San’s overstimulated body clenched around his cock, tightening the wet heat he was fucking into. “God, Sannie, yes, that feels so good. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please cum,” San whimpered, voice hoarse. “Fill me up, I need it, please, please, please, please Yeosangie—”

San’s sweet begging sent him spiralling, the tight pressure at building in his spine and the base of his cock finally snapping and he spilled inside San’s hole with a sharp cry, grinding his hips against him and abusing his poor, sensitive prostate. San let out a weak sob, fresh tears falling from his eyes and tickling Yeosang’s ear. His hips twitched under Yeosang, spent cock squashed between their bodies as Yeosang flopped on top of him, panting heavily against his neck.

It took several minutes of breathing in silence as they regained their senses before San groaned, tapping Yeosang on the shoulder. “Get off me. You’re heavy,” he complained. Yeosang could hear the pout in his voice. 

He pressed a long, closed-mouth kiss to San’s shoulder before pulling out and rolling off. San hissed at the emptiness, at the feeling of Yeosang’s cum dripping out of his hole and down his crack. Yeosang sat up to look at the mess pooling on the sheets between San’s legs, and it took every ounce of control to not scoop up his release and finger it back into San’s shiny pink hole.

“Don’t even think about it,” San grumbled, as if reading Yeosang’s mind. He closed his legs.

“Don’t say that like you’d even try to stop me if I did,” Yeosang retorted. He let his voice drop to a deeper tone. “Besides, I’d just be putting it back where it belongs.”

San stared at him for a moment, eyes still wet and shining. He lips were parted, cheeks flushed, and Yeosang almost expected him to cave, to start begging for a round two.

The idea of being owned, claimed by his boyfriends, of being marked and plugged up with cum was something that Wooyoung enjoyed, but San had entertained the idea a few times before and given his clingy, needy behaviour lately, Yeosang wondered if that’s the angle he’d been coming from in acting out and getting Yeosang to snap. If that was the case, Yeosang wasn’t sure if he’d hit the mark or not.

What he wasn’t expecting was for San to jut his chin out and raise a single eyebrow, lips pulling into a smirk as he said, “Oh, is that so?”

Realisation came crashing down on Yeosang all at once, filling his chest and making his stomach jolt as all the dots connected inside his mind.

What San had wanted tonight wasn’t to be treasured and praised. He was behaving like Wooyoung because he wanted to be treated like Wooyoung. San wanted Yeosang to rough him up and force him into submission, to punish him and claim him and put him in his place. He wanted Yeosang to ruin him.

The subtle disobedience hadn’t been enough to clue him in on San’s headspace. He was always so much harder to read than Wooyoung, and Yeosang always felt the need to check in with him more often. He thought he had been. He thought he’d done everything San had asked. But it seemed he’d failed to do his job this time, not only as San’s dom, but as his boyfriend, too.

Without another word, Yeosang leaned in and kissed the smirk right off San’s face, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue, making all thoughts of how Yeosang hadn’t fully satisfied him tonight fly right out of his pretty head.

He would do better next time. 

Next time, he would come up with a proper plan to ruin his pretty, naughty little boyfriend.

San would get what he deserved.