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‘OH TO BE BESTIES WITH HONGJOONG i know in my heart that he’s such a good friend’ honestly this is THE most self-indulgent parts of this entire self-indulgent fic; getting to snark around with bestie Hongjoong lol! when i decided i wanted to give reader an ‘outsider’ friend, it wasn’t even a question, it HAD to be him!!! ♡

‘eh, talking to myself a little bit here, and i don’t really have a point i’m trying to get to xD thank you for your attention pfff <3’ ahhhhh i enjoyed reading it, and i really truly appreciate that you’re giving thought to it! you spoke nothing but facts lol. friendships tend to dissolve easier bc of that casualness, it’s def an aspect of amatonormativity (which isn’t only linked to arophobia, but def has deep ties into it)

‘love that he’s totally fine giving San complete control of his body and trusts him to take good care of him.’ for ﾟ☆*Reasons*☆ﾟ i am extremely chuffed that you enjoyed the mental image of Wooyoung trusting himself to the complete control of others ♡( ◡‿◡ )

‘This!!!! especially knowing the “reveal” that comes later that he’s had a kinda mid partner who didn’t make him feel secure in these things, it’s so nice to see this side of him :)) and of doms in general!’ ‘kinda mid partner’ made me snort-laugh out loud asdakjdas, but yes aftercare for doms!!! that was a thing i really wanted to put into the fic. this San is one of those doms for who ‘providing aftercare for his subs’ is also aftercare for him in and of itself, but he does need a lil extra nudge to know it was all good!!! (´ ε ` )♡ (and Wooyoung & reader are more than happy to give it to him hehe)

‘do you ever just have a minor epiphany when you read fanfic? yeah.’ ahhhh i love it when that happens!!! honoured it happened with my fic hehe (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

‘i don’t mean to make demands, im JUST saying, i’d really love to see woo come without being touched at some point, just to see how San would (affectionately) bully him about it.’

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i can’t make promises, but uhhhhhhhh that is a tasty thought and i am eyeing one of the later chapters bc it might sortakindamaybe fit in there??? aGAIN NO PROMISES but thoughts ARE being THUNK

‘uh. the entire part where San fucks Reader :)) im. im normal. i promise.’ LOL i sure didn’t feel normal while writing it!

no but really i’m happy haha; back when i posted this, almost all the reader feedback for the previous two chapters had been centered around Wooyoung (rightfully! he worked hard for that attention!!!); so i hoped to give San a bit of extra spotlight in this one! it’s always tricky to balance moresomes, and some scenes just naturally lean into a spotlight for either of the guys, but i really do try to keep it ‘fair’ across the board, so to speak ♡

‘The little post-sex talk about safewords is so good :’)) i love these little insights into San and Wooyoung and how they work together, and about San’s past too, even if i’m just extrapolating.’ ahhhhhhhhhh :’3 haha yeah this was again one of those moments that i’d hoped would read a lil different after pt7 asdkjasdjk; the fact that reader used a safeword on San was lowkey HUGE between them, and San prob wouldn’t have improvised the edging punishment in pt6 if that hadn’t happened first haha

‘GOd i wish i were a fly on the wall in that situation.’ …this may become a “i think you’d wanna know this” post in the future bc yes i do have Thoughts on this asdjkasdjk; pt8 doesn’t explicitly address it, but there is kindof an indirect hint! (◡‿◡✿) and now i will stop being cheeky abt the next chapter and try to get on with actually writing it lol

TYSM ISAK AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt4

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: Hongjoong checks up on how you're doing. San finally gets a proper feel of you without getting chomped by Wooyoung.

wc: 9.5k

ch. warnings: dom San, switch Wooyoung, sub reader, threesome, vaginal fingering / sex, light bondage, creampie, sloppy seconds, cumplay, copious amounts of drool, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, light overstimulation, dirty talk, light dumbification, praise kink (‘cumdump’ is used 1x as praise), condomless sex with IUD, mention of stomach bulge, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘sweet/good girl’), use of ‘yellow’ safe word, aftercare

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

additional warning: the opening scene touches on some of reader’s struggles with amatonormativity and (internalised) arophobia. i promise this is not a super angst-heavy story, but that part calls for a little head’s up, i think

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

“Are they nice?” a slightly distorted voice asks from the video call on your phone.

You snort at the screen, raising an eyebrow at Hongjoong’s critical face. His hair is a bright blue these days, but today he has hidden most of it underneath a fashionable white beret. “Joong, since when do you care if the people I fuck are nice?”

You’ve taken the day off to quietly lounge around the apartment, giving your body some time to rest. It’s nice and relaxing, and your memories of last night are a soothing balm for the soreness of your thighs — a soreness not only caused by Wooyoung’s bites; you have a damn muscle ache from riding his face.

(You have always felt strongly that sex should be exempt from such nonsense but alas, it is a cruel world.)

San will probably be over later; he offered to check in after work, to see if you need anything. You suspect it’s also for his own peace of mind, so you did not try too hard to dissuade him.

But that won’t be for another few hours, so for now it’s just you and Hongjoong; your long-time friend who, ever since he moved away for his dream job at a fashion house, is also your long-distance friend.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “I don’t care about ‘nice’ with your onetime hookups, no,” he says, “but it’s been a while since you had something more involved going on.”

“It’s been two times; I’d hardly call that ‘involved’,” you point out, but you know you’re just being contrary for the sake of being contrary. It is getting a bit involved.

Hongjoong knows it too. “Right…” he drawls lazily, resting his chin on his hand, “so you don’t already have a date set for the third round?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. So. Are they nice, or did you end up with more assholes?”

“I resent the implication that I have bad taste.”

“Not bad taste, just bad judgement. The other asshole was pretty hot.”

“Wow,” you say flatly. “That makes me feel much better, thank you, Joong. Also no, they’re not assholes.”

Last night gave you enough proof of that, if you needed any more. San and Wooyoung had patiently heard out your awkward little ramble. You don’t exactly consider yourself closeted, yet the simple truth is that ‘coming out’ stays an ongoing experience.

But San and Wooyoung took it without fuss; thankfully ‘aromanticism’ was not a new term to them, and they accepted your need for boundaries. If the guys were disappointed by the lack of a romantic prospect, or put off by the suggestion they might want one, they hid it well.

San just listened with an intent expression, brow furrowed. He thanked you for telling them, but also confirmed that yes, they absolutely are open to this becoming a regular thing.

Wooyoung had just asked a straightforward question; “We can still be friends, right?”

And when you answered with an emphatic yes, his follow-up was equally straightforward.

“Alright, so we’ll be friends who fuck. Works for me.”

You had agreed on a few points right after that, and put a pin in a few others. No sleepovers, no kissing outside of sex — yes, yes cuddles afterwards are fine, yes, hugs are always good! — and when you hesitated at Wooyoung’s offer to make you and San dinner sometime, he just told you to think it over.

(In hindsight, you feel silly about that last one. You make plenty of food for your other friends; you like sharing a meal together! It’s not like Wooyoung suggested a romantic candlelight dinner. You’ll have to get back to him on that one.)

“Hey? You still there?” Hongjoong says, waving his hand. “Is the screen frozen or is that you?”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you blink to shake it off. “Sorry, yeah, that was me,” you say. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry about it. We talked the thing through, I don’t think I’ll be accused of keeping anyone on the hook this time around.”

(You’d think that “I’m not looking for something romantic” would have covered it with the other guy; but some people don’t take a hint even when it hits them over the head with a baguette.)

“So… you’ll be okay?” Hongjoong asks, the scepticism in his voice poorly hidden.

“God, what’s with all the fussing today! I’ve lived next to San for almost a year, I know he’s a nice guy. So is Wooyoung! And you know me; there’s no strings attached. No feelings to get hurt here.”

Hongjoong makes a face of distaste. “No, don’t pull that crap, alright? Don’t blow this shit off,” he says, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know you. So I know that ‘no feelings’ is bullshit. Just because you don’t do romance, doesn’t mean you don’t do any feelings at all. Your strings just happen to look a little different. Sure, you don’t want a lovey dovey boyfriend or two out of this; doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt by them.”

His annoyance lilts over into awkward self-consciousness at the end; Hongjoong knows damn well that you took it hard when he moved to the other side of the country.

(You didn’t resent him for it — how could you, when he was literally chasing his dream? — but it did leave a sting, and you do miss him. Videocalls are nice, but it’s just not the same.)

You wonder how much Hongjoong senses of the things that are hiding between the pieces of what you told him; he is right, you are already getting attached to San and Wooyoung, to their easy companionship and the growing friendship between you. It’d do you good to remember that you don’t know how long this arrangement will last.

Still, you are warmed by how Hongjoong is scolding you; a cornerstone in your friendship. It’s how he shows he cares.

“Okay, okay, you win. I won’t blow it off. But really, it will be fine, Joong,” you say, totally blowing it off. “They’re great, they’re fun, I’m having fun. We’re friends who fuck!” you go on, echoing Wooyoung’s description.

“And you claim you’re not a romantic,” Hongjoong deadpans, but he leaves it be for now. “So. The dick is good, then?”

You snort; now that’s more like the Hongjoong you know. “No idea actually,” you admit (but you’re pretty damn sure it will be.) “The tongue is incredible though.”

“What do you mean, ‘no idea’?!” he says, with a face of incredulous disbelief. “What the hell have you been doing? No, no actually don’t tell me. Keep the specifics to yourself.”

“You’re the one who asked!” you laugh, unsurprised at the way he’s backtracking. Hongjoong always bites off more than he can chew when it comes to the details of your sex life; nosy as fuck, but also appalled whenever you indulge his curiosity a little too much.

“It’s called being a supportive friend. You’re supposed to answer ‘yes, Joong, the dick is fantastic’ and move on,” Hongjoong says, pinching the bridge of his nose; like he is painstakingly explaining advanced mathematics to a toddler, already knowing the futility of his efforts. “Except you’re not getting any, I guess.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Alright, mister. ‘Yes, Joong, the dick will be fantastic’,” you parrot back. “Thank you for asking, my dear supportive friend.”

“See? That’s all you needed to do.”

Just like that, the conversation passes on to other things. Your call doesn’t end until much later, once you and Hongjoong are fully caught up with another’s lives. You’ve even started to plan a long-overdue visit in person; it’s been a while since you had the opportunity to menace Hongjoong with hugs.

You mosey around your apartment, starting up a chore or two and giving up immediately when your body complains too loudly. So you lounge on the couch for the day, and try not to think too much about how Hongjoong had scolded you about disregarding your feelings.

You’re moderately successful at this.

In general, you are perfectly satisfied with the relationships in your life. There is no feeling of ‘missing out’, no hole in your heart that you can’t fill with platonic or familial affection. No craving for ‘more’ than friendship and sex — but you are painfully aware that without a romantic commitment, you usually fall to the wayside in your friends’ list of priorities.

No matter how much you invest on your end, it’s never a given that their long-term plans will include you.

And that? To know that the people most precious to you don’t prioritise you as highly as you do them?

That part does hurt sometimes.

But all these thoughts are completely irrelevant to the situation at hand, or so you firmly remind yourself. It’s like you told Hongjoong, right? This thing with San and Wooyoung is just about having fun together. As long as you keep your expectations in check, you won’t have lied to Hongjoong about whether he needs to worry about you.

Thankfully, your concerns are a fading memory by the time San comes over to check up on you. You really don’t need help with anything, but he stays over to chat anyway.

At the start of everything, you did have some worries about disrupting your neighbourly bond with San — but if anything, you have grown more comfortable with each other. You’ve always been friendly enough, but you never crossed the threshold into actual ‘friends’. A polite, shy distance always held you back.

But now? The shyness has been thoroughly scrubbed off of you both.

So you enthusiastically tell him about your plans to meet up with Hongjoong, and he proudly tells you about his students’ progress. There is always a glow about San when he talks about ‘his’ kids, and you listen and watch fondly as he gives an energetic demonstration of the new kicking drills he’s been teaching them.

(He is adamant to teach you too; which you try to refuse at first, considering the state of your muscles. But there is no force in the world that can withstand the strength of San’s pout — so you make a brave effort. It’s absolutely worth the spike in soreness when San laughs with crescent eyes at your disastrous attempt.)

“Hey, about next weekend,” San starts, just when he is about to leave. His hand rests on the doorframe, and his cheery demeanour fades. He raises his eyebrow just slightly — a quiet intensity taking over. “You said you’ve dabbled with bondage before, right? Just curious, how do you feel about getting tied up this time around, instead of Wooyoung?”

Your chest jolts at the mention of Wooyoung tied up, plunging you back into memories of last night.

The leather handcuffs made a return for his punishment, looped around the slats of the headboard. It exposed Wooyoung’s chest for San to give him a taste of his own toothy medicine. Wooyoung had shuddered and gasped at every hard bite, whimpering while San used his skin as a canvas to paint with red marks and bruises. Tears and sweat had streamed down Wooyoung’s face as San stretched him with deft, practised fingers, milking his prostate until Wooyoung was completely dry and trembling, his torso covered with his own cum.

You also remember the dopey smile on Wooyoung’s face after he came down from the onslaught of his ‘punishment’, grinning tiredly when San undid his cuffs.

(Because no matter how San punishes him, you doubt any lessons are ever learned. Taming Wooyoung seems to be a hopeless endeavour.)

“Did I do well?” he’d asked eagerly, still a little drunk on pain and overstimulation.

“You did so good,” San had assured him, wiping his forehead to press a kiss there.

“Hm. You too,” Wooyoung had mumbled, not letting his exhaustion stop him from lavishing San with praise.

Praising San is part of his aftercare, you know now. Like a soft cushion for San to land on after a rough session. Confirmation that every degrading word spoken, every flash of pain inflicted, had been for the pleasure of his partner.

The trust between them is truly something special — and by asking you about bondage, San has indirectly asked you a second question, hidden deeper underneath; do you trust him as well? Enough to leave yourself completely in his and Wooyoung’s hands?

You know that San would back down and drop the subject without another word if you said no, and that seals the deal for you.

“Yes. Good. I feel good about that,” you say, with warm confidence.

He grins, his lips carrying that dangerous cocky edge that you’re getting real familiar with. “Great. We’ll properly talk it through later, alright? Then maybe we can have some fun with that.”

Of that, you have no doubt.

San’s lips are pursed in concentration, drawing them into an adorable little pout. He is clearly practised with the linen rope in his hands, but still takes the utmost care as he ties your wrists together. He makes a point of checking your comfort, and tests whether the knots slip and if the doubled ropes are tensioned evenly. There is a pair of safety shears on the nightstand.

You are gathered in Wooyoung’s arms, who sits against the headboard of the bed. While you watch San intently, Wooyoung is more interested in plying your neck with impatient kisses, his hands running restlessly across your bare body.

Wooyoung is dressed casual in a simple dark grey shirt, the material soft against your skin, while his trousers do nothing to hide the first hints of a growing bulge. San also opted for the casual look, wearing a tight black t-shirt and fitted jeans. The contrast with your own nakedness makes you fidgety, itching to pull at their clothes; but your incapacitated hands leave you with no choice but to wait.

“There,” San says, finally satisfied with his knots. “Now, what did I tell you?”

“Any tingling, pain, numbness; anything feels wrong, and I say the word. ‘Red’,” you obediently repeat back to him, trying not to get distracted by Wooyoung’s hands squeezing at your thighs.

“Or?” San presses.

“Or if I just want them off. If they don’t feel good anymore.”

You find that hard to imagine; the linen rope is softer than you expected, and already a fuzzy smile plays on your lips. It’s not your first time getting tied up, but the fact that you’re with San and Wooyoung breathes fresh excitement into the situation.

“Exactly. Good girl,” San praises, cupping your chin with a soft brush of his fingers. You melt into his gentle touch with a content moan, nuzzling into his palm.

The ropework is not excessively restrictive; your hands are tied in front of you, giving you some freedom of movement and putting minimal pressure on your joints — but San wanted to ‘start off easy’.

You whine a little when San pulls away, but he raises an eyebrow at you.

Just a small, simple gesture, barely a warning; yet you instinctively quiet down at the sight, already sinking into hazy surrender. Satisfied, San takes your bound arms and hooks them behind Wooyoung’s head.

“Wooyoung?” San says, who glances up from kissing your neck. “Have fun.”

Wooyoung’s grin spreads against your skin. “Oh, we will, won’t we?” he coos at you, his voice alive with anticipation. His hand trails further inward. “I’ll be so good to you, don’t you worry.”

You shudder when his fingers delve between your folds, and Wooyoung’s breath picks up as he slowly spreads the growing arousal around your clit. His teeth graze against your shoulder, red hair tickling your cheek, and you try to angle your hands to grasp at the strands. He moans eagerly when you find a grip, and his fingers pick up speed as they get soaked with your juices.

San has his hands on your knees to keep them apart, watching you with dark eyes. You burn under his gaze, your breath hitching when his eyes keep wandering from your face down to your cunt, his jaw clenching at the sight of Wooyoung toying with your clit.

“Gonna be so nice to you today,” Wooyoung groans against your neck. “Promised San that I’d behave with you tied up for us; get you all ready to take his cock. You’ll need it, Sannie is being sweet to you now but once he sinks into that tight pussy? Fuck, he’ll want to ruin you so bad, I just know it.”

He giggles when you whimper in response, dipping a finger inside your already slick entrance. San’s hold on your knees tightens.

“Yeah, you want San to ruin you, don’t you?” Wooyoung rasps, and laps up a bead of sweat on your neck with a thick swipe of his tongue. He is getting antsy, his voice tight with barely held back excitement.

“Then I’ll get you ready for him, baby. Stretch you out nice and proper so he can bury that thick cock inside you as hard and deep as he wants. Ahh, he will fuck you so well, you’ll be good to him too, won’t you? Gush all over him when you cum, just like you did on my face. I can still taste you when I close my eyes, fuck, aren’t I taking good care of you? Listen to that sound. Getting so wet…”

Wooyoung groans at the squelch of you, sliding in a second finger alongside the first. You pant at the intrusion, thighs flexing against San’s grip, your head spinning from the endless stream of filth spilling from Wooyoung’s lips.

“Don’t even need to put my mouth on you, just my fingers is enough to turn you into a mess,” Wooyoung babbles, leaving sharp nips on the places where your skin glistens with his saliva. “But you’d be dripping right now even without my fingers, wouldn’t you? Can’t wait to have this leaking pussy stuffed with cock, greedy thing that you are. So wound up at the thought of San fucking you dumb.”

“S-shit,” you stutter, clenching around Wooyoung’s fingers. San bites back a quiet groan and his eyes catch yours, full of sharp intent.

Wooyoung grins, his free hand squeezing at your breast. “Maybe I could take a turn after, hm? Fuck his cum deeper into your hole after he fills you up. Make sure you carry it around for days. You’d like that?”

A moan breaks on your tongue, your back arching into his touch. Wooyoung sighs happily, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Fuck, yeah I knew you’d like that,” he mumbles eagerly, curving his fingers inside you. You jolt when Wooyoung finds what he’s looking for; and he hones in immediately, massaging electricity into the spongy bundle of nerves. He groans as your hips cant into his touch, sparks flashing with every press of his fingertips.

“Can I, Sannie? Can I get a turn?” He almost stumbles over the words in his enthusiasm. “I’m being good, aren’t I?”

You whimper at how hungrily Wooyoung chases after praise rather than degradation, now that you are bound and left to his whims. So eager to know that he is taking proper care of you — and he is. Skilled fingers draw gaspy moans from you as he drives up the tight pressure in your abdomen, coiling rapidly.

(You had okay-ed it beforehand for Wooyoung to fuck you, of course, but your permission is not the only one he needs.)

San’s eyebrows quirk at Wooyoung’s question, teeth flashing as his lips pull into a crooked smile. He does not answer; instead he leans in closer. His presence is solid and imposing, and you bite down a swear when his hand joins Wooyoung’s between your thighs.

“In a sharing mood today, Woo?” San asks, grabbing Wooyoung’s chin in a firm hold. Down against your cunt, his index finger rubs slow circles around your swollen clit. “Let me have a feel this time?”

Wooyoung just whines, nodding his head. He is so pliant today — perhaps San’s punishment has done more to (temporarily) mellow Wooyoung out than you had given him credit for.

“Good boy,” San purrs, and pulls him into a kiss. His finger experimentally presses against Wooyoung’s two buried in your twitching hole, then slides in to find a home alongside them.

You let out a throttled moan as you clench around the added stretch, arms pulling against the rope. San makes a point of taking it slow, giving you time to adjust while Wooyoung continues to curl his fingers inside you, but he quickly picks up his pace as the slide gets easier. Your thighs are slick with arousal, their fingers drawing obscene noises from your cunt and your lips as they work in tandem to scissor you open. Your head falls against Wooyoung’s shoulder, gasping for breath and eyes starting to roll back.

Meanwhile San licks messily into Wooyoung’s mouth, jaws shifting as their tongues entangle. Wooyoung whimpers against San, rocking his hips into you; pushing his hard cock into your lower back. You try to match his rut, but Wooyoung and San’s finger-fucking makes any controlled movement on your part a near-impossibility. They never let up during all this; if anything, their fingers pick up speed, like the desperate urgency of their sloppy kiss floods over into you.

San detaches his lips from Wooyoung when he realises how close you are. He presses his free hand against your shaking knee to hold you open, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the skin as your vision starts to blur. Wooyoung nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder with a groan, his breath scorching. His free hand finds your clit, and the circles he draws are anything but soothing.

“Ahh, Woo is being good to you, isn’t he?” San murmurs, his lips ghosting across your jawline. You can only whine your agreement, trembling as you inch closer and closer to the brink. “Maybe he does deserve a turn,” San contemplates with a quiet moan, his mouth finding yours in a faded shadow of a kiss. “If you can still handle it, after I am done with you.”

San’s words spur Wooyoung on, his thumb pressing down harder.

“F-fuck,” you moan, toes curling as the world starts to tilt. “There, right there, W-Woo—”

His name ends in a strangled sob, your hips bucking into their hands as pleasure crashes down on you. Your legs try to clamp shut but San blocks one with his body, the other with his hand still on your knee. He slides his finger out of your twitching cunt while Wooyoung’s slow to a lazy crawl, easing you through your high.

San lifts his glistening finger up to get a taste, and groans lowly as he sucks indulgently at the slick. He releases it with a wet smack, licking his lips. “Hm, no wonder Wooyoung got so worked up over this pussy.”

“Told you,” Wooyoung mumbles between open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder, the pads of his fingers still slowly rubbing into that sensitive patch of nerves. He giggles when you start to squirm against him, and playfully bites at your incapacitated arm. His fingers pull out, leaving you unsatisfyingly empty.

“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” he grins, and reaches to carefully manoeuvre your hands back in front of you. His fingers leave a sticky patch of your own juices smeared on your forearm. “All stretched and sopping wet for Sannie’s cock. I’ll watch this time, let you have an audience for a change.”

You moan at the excited buzz in Wooyoung’s voice, but San gives him an unimpressed look.

“You’re not an audience, you’re a heckler,” he says, a pout on his lips that he seems unaware of. He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion and throws it aside, muscles rippling.

Wooyoung laughs in surprise, his good mood inextinguishable. “Hey, don’t be like that!” he says, waving a hand at San. “It’s a special occasion today, I’m on my best behaviour!”

San just ignores him, continuing to take off his clothes. He shifts to sit back on his knees, legs spread — but instead of making quick work of his pants, San takes his time. Your breath hitches when he runs a slow hand up his inner thigh, the thick muscle wrapped snugly in his fitted jeans.

He oozes confidence, his face filled with complete focus. San bites his lip when he cups his bulge, squeezing it before moving on to undo the button and zipper. His hips tilt forward as he hooks his thumb under the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them both down until he can wrap a hand around his leaking cock, giving it a few strokes just for good measure.

Entranced, you watch how San��s eyes flutter shut as he rocks into his palm. Your hips move on their own accord, pushing back into Wooyoung’s clothed cock.

He groans right beside your ear, gripping your waist tightly. “Careful there, baby,” Wooyoung says, breathy. “Or my best behaviour won’t last.”

San’s eyes flash open, and he grins at the needy look on your face, how you squirm in Wooyoung’s arms at the sight of him.

“You know, I was gonna take it easy on you tonight,” he says, releasing his cock to shuck off his pants and underwear. “Spoil you, take it nice and sweet…”

Your breath hitches as he grabs onto your hips, pulling you out of Wooyoung’s arms. San pushes down on your shoulder, guiding you to lay flat on your back. Heat envelops you as his body presses against yours, immediately giving a smooth roll of his hips, cock sliding through your wet folds. Your bound hands are trapped between your chest and his, and you can feel his heartbeat, pounding harder than his self-control would lead you to believe.

“But… Wooyoungie is right, isn’t he?” San takes your hands and raises them above your head. He leans in to brush his nose against yours, his breath falling hot on your lips. “You don’t want me to take it easy.”

You shake your head with a whine, trying to arch up into a kiss. Your arms strain against San’s iron hold on your wrist; there is no give at all.

San chuckles at your hungered response. “Yeah, I should have known better,” he says, his hips grinding a little firmer against yours. “That first night, I saw the way you watched me fuck Wooyoung. Three fingers inside you and it still wasn’t enough was it? Still needed more. Even then, you couldn’t wait for that greedy cunt to get split open on my cock.”

And yet he won’t push inside you, taunting with his slow thrusts. The underside of his cock drags against your clit in delicious friction, but you need more. “S-San, please—”

“See?” he says with a grin, and sucks a rough kiss into your neck. “So fucking hungry for it. Want me to fuck you just as hard as I fucked him, hm? Until you can’t do anything but lie there and take it. Stuffed so full with my cum there’s no room for even a single thought inside that pretty head of yours. Was Wooyoung right about that, too? Want to get fucked dumb?”

There is a teasing lilt to San’s voice; he asks it like you’re a little slow already — which you are. You moan shamelessly, wrapping a leg around his waist in an attempt to guide him inside. The effort is completely in vain.

“Gonna need you to tell me, baby,” San insists, nipping at your earlobe. “Do you want me to fuck you until you’re dumb on my cock?”

(You can’t tell whether he is taunting you again, or confirming that you are still on board with rougher treatment. Either way, his question drives a spike of heat in your already throbbing cunt.)

“Hngh, yes, yes—! P-please,” you hiccup, “please, San. F-fuck me dumb. Stuff me until I can’t think, can’t think of anything but your cock filling me up, f-fuck—”

San grunts a strained curse, unable to hide how much your begging riles him up. Finally, finally, he grabs his cock, flushed dark and leaking, and guides it inside you. The stretch is manageable after his and Wooyoung’s extensive prep, but your jaw still falls slack at how he opens you up, tortuously slow.

“S-San, mmmh, n-need more, please—”

He hushes you with a soft, shallow kiss, though a tense vein bulges in his neck. “Shh, be our good girl a little longer, okay? We’ll get there, I promise. Wanna make this good for you.”

“It-it’s good, feels so good,” you whimper, uselessly straining your hands against the rope and San’s hold. “I just—”

His dick twitches inside you, and San presses his mouth against yours more solidly, teasing your lips apart to soak up every shaky moan as he bottoms out. “I got you, baby,” he pants. “Gonna give it all to you. Wooyoung?”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, his voice strained. You glance up, and realise that somehow he has taken off his shirt without you noticing. His trousers are undone just enough to stroke himself through his underwear; there is a damp spot in the crotch.

Wooyoung shifts closer at San’s call. He half sits, half lays down with his legs folded up beside him, and leans over you to plant one hand firmly into the mattress; right underneath your bound wrists, blocking your movement. Wooyoung’s dick strains against his underwear right at your eye-level, and his grin widens when that is exactly where your eyes go.

“One at the time, baby,” he teases, giving himself a firm squeeze. “At least for today.”

You suck in a breath at the suggestion, sparks ricocheting in your stomach. Fuck. You’re not even sure yet how you’ll handle San’s rather substantial girth, once he starts fucking you in earnest, yet the idea of taking them both at once has you clamping around him. San groans lowly, the sound ending in a hoarse chuckle. “Ohh, she likes that, Woo.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Of course she does. Now, are you going to fuck her or not?”

(Thank god, someone is asking the important questions around here.)

“San…” you moan weakly. You are primed for him to use every ounce of his strength and fuck you until you see stars; the snug fit of his cock buried in your core is intoxicating, yet maddeningly frustrating without any friction. “Please, need you…”

His endless teasing and refusal to move is driving you up the wall; you’re aching to grab onto him, to claw at his back and twist your fingers in his hair to yank him into a kiss — but Wooyoung’s arm blocks your hands from touching San, and San has your hips pinned onto the bed. There is nothing you can do but surrender to his inclinations. He’ll fuck you when he decides to fuck you.

But Wooyoung’s lips curl up with mischief, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“Ah…” he says, like some deep, secret revelation has come to him. He looks down at you, using his free hand to brush along your jawline. “Unless maybe our Sannie is worried that his cock alone won’t be enough for you anymore, now you’ve gotten a scent of more. Nothing but a double stuffing will do for our sweet, greedy girl.”

You sob in desperation, squirming against San’s hold. Already your thoughts are getting lost in a hazy fog, too addled and tongue-tied to object to Wooyoung’s taunt; so you completely miss how San’s jaw ticks at his boyfriend’s mocking jab. You only whine when San pulls out until just the tip teases at your entrance, and are entirely unprepared when he slams back in — then immediately thrusts again, hitting deep inside your gut.

The force rips a loud cry from your throat, your fingers clawing at Wooyoung’s arm as sudden pleasure floods your system. Your eyes roll back at the drag of San’s cock against your pulsing walls, a thin trail of saliva escaping the corner of your parted lips.

San grins smugly at your response, bucking into you like it costs no effort at all to fuck you to pieces. He raises an eyebrow at Wooyoung. “Worried?” he scorns, his hands digging into the soft meat of your sides to yank you up to meet his pelvis. “No, Wooyoung, not worried at all. Maybe you should be, having to follow up on me wrecking this sweet pussy.”

But Wooyoung barely seems to hear him, entranced by the sight of your sopping cunt stretching around San’s cock, squelching obscenely every time you suck in his thick length.

San quickly proves his confidence earned. You gasp for pitched breaths, moaning helplessly as the bed rattles with every sharp snap of his hips.

Because that, you soon realise, is the thing about getting fucked by Choi San; you can happily report to Hongjoong that the dick is fantastic — but it’s the hips that are life-ruining.

And San is unrelenting as he drives into you over and over again; balls slapping against your ass, his own breath becoming ragged. You try to move with him, but the attempt is futile as San jostles you around, his grip on your sides like iron. He is in complete control. Sweat drips down his temple, across his jaw to his chin, until it falls into the valley between your breasts to blend with the beads of your own sweat gathered there.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, almost condescending in the certainty of his answer.

But you can only answer in a pathetic mewl, writhing underneath him as he fucks a white heat of pleasure into your core.

San chuckles darkly. “What’s this? I barely got started and you’re already dumb on my cock? Fuck, but you are taking me so well. So fucking wet for me… You wanted my cock so bad? Now take it.”

His thumb slides inward, pressing against the weeping mess that is your pussy. Sweat and slick soaks into the sheets but San pays it no mind, only caring about drawing more depraved sounds from your slack mouth. He does it so easily, the combination of his thumb on your clit and those brutal slams of his hips overwhelming your inhibitions. The building pressure in your cunt sharpens, honing in on the apex of release.

Another especially hard thrust causes a fresh spill of drool past your lips, and Wooyoung catches it on his fingers. He grins as he examines the glistening shine, and for a moment you think Wooyoung is going to suck his fingers into his mouth — but instead he offers them to San, who hungrily accepts.

Without letting up on his fanatical pace, San’s eyes flutter shut as he moans around Wooyoung’s fingers. He bits his lip when Wooyoung slides out again, and then cups San’s cheek to spread saliva across his face. “Brat,” San pants with heavy-lidded eyes, though he does not look in the least upset.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says with a grin, and leans in to peck San on his glossy cheek. “Now make her cum so I can watch, alright?”

“Woo…” San sighs an exasperated warning at Wooyoung’s brazen order, his rhythm slowing — and the loss of force threatens to take you away from the edge you were rushing towards, your orgasm receding out of reach.

“N-no, San—” you whimper desperately. “So close, s-so fucking close, please, wanna cum, let me cum, please—”

Wooyoung’s expression goes wicked at your pleading, delighted to have caught San between the choice of punishing him or pleasing you… or so he thinks.

Instead of showing any conflicted feelings, San just rolls his eyes and tsks, then leans down to smother your mouth in an aggressive kiss. This way, his hand is trapped between your stomach and his; but he can still press against your clit, the nub shifting underneath his thumb as he picks up his pace again, pistoning into you with reckless abandon.

And in this position? Wooyoung’s view of your face and cunt are almost completely blocked off.

“Sa-aan,” Wooyoung complaints, trying to pull San back up — but it’s like San doesn’t even notice Wooyoung, his tongue hungry as he sloppily kisses you. His spit freely spills into your mouth, dribbling past your lips when you gurgle out a wet moan.

Their petty behaviour over you just works you up further, and the orgasm that was almost denied you comes surging back all at once, violent and overwhelming as it rips through you.

San swallows up your loud cry like he does not want Wooyoung to even hear it, pressing a firm hand down on your hips to keep you in place when you convulse and clamp around him. He stops his brutal pounding, instead circling his pelvis as he stays deep inside you through your release. Wooyoung is still blocking your arms from moving, but your legs lock around San’s waist and he groans as you clench with every ripple of electricity.

His breath comes in harsh inhales, and San releases your mouth with a whine to bite at your shoulder, all his muscles tensing to gather every ounce of willpower not to cum right with you.

Your moans grow weaker as the strength slips away from your body, the aftermath of your intense orgasm leaving you boneless and exhausted. Wooyoung stares down at you, and an agitated excitement burns behind his blown eyes.

San relaxes when your body sags underneath him, sweetly lapping at the bite he left on your shoulder. “Such a good girl,” he purrs, dragging his nose up your neck to press a kiss on your jaw. “Doing so well for me. Are you alright to keep going, hm? Want to make Wooyoung wait a little longer with me? Give me a colour.” San’s voice changes a little at those last words; not lavishing you with praise or teasing Wooyoung anymore, but giving you an honest command.

(You hear Wooyoung make a noise at San’s comment, but he quiets at the call for colour.)

You take a deep, shaky breath to steady yourself. “Green,” you answer, meeting San’s intense gaze. “W-want you to cum inside me. I’m okay, j-just… let me hold you?”

San’s eyes go soft, and he motions for Wooyoung to let you move your arms.

Despite his earlier mood, Wooyoung obediently pulls his hand away. (Because you asked for it, not San, or so you suspect. He does give your wrist a light squeeze first, like he is loath to let go.)

San takes a moment to check the ropes, and helps you sling your bound arms around his neck when he’s satisfied with what he sees. Your fingers grasp at the sweaty dark hair at the nape, and immediately you feel more secure, more anchored, sighing when San leans in for a light kiss.

“There you go,” San murmurs against your lips, giving an experimental slow roll of his hips. “Is that better?”

You whimper at the slide of his cock against your fluttering walls — but frantically nod your head, worried San might take your noise as a negative. “Y-yes, so good. Feels so good.”

He lets out a strained chuckle at your enthusiasm, biting his lip as the speed of his thrusts pick up again. His previously deep and smooth rolls soon degrade to nothing but a frantic rut, focused on his own release. To fill you up exactly like you’d asked.

And although you are too wired to get yourself back to that edge this time around, San’s increasingly desperate and pitchy moans get you high nonetheless. His rhythm crumbles down further every time he buries himself in your cunt, his head dropping down against your shoulder, rough grunts falling on your heated skin.

“Got one more for me?” he asks, whines, and reaches for your clit again.

It is tempting, so fucking tempting to let San push you in and through the needling high of overstimulation, but you hiss as he makes contact and shake your head. “No, n-no. Yellow, yellow,” you slur out, the colour system still fresh in your mind from San’s earlier check. “C-can’t, hmnh—”

As much as you usually revel in the thrill of seeking out the furthest edges of your limits; there is no way in hell that you’ll have the stamina to keep going with Wooyoung if San makes you cum again right now.

San immediately pulls his hand back, switching gears as he simply grabs onto your waist again. “Happy just to be used by me, hm?” San hums against your ear, nipping at your lobe. “Asking for nothing except to get stuffed full. How lucky am I to have such a sweet, pretty cumdump.”

(Your stomach jolts with surprised pleasure; San has been encouraging you to share whatever preferences and fantasies you feel comfortable sharing, but you did not expect him to dip into this side of your praise kink tonight, with all his initial talk of slow and sweet. But obviously he is becoming more comfortable to improvise with you, and pull from his growing knowledge of your pleasure points.

Already you’ve come a long way from the San who refused to let Wooyoung eat you out — and you are still getting to know one another. That in itself is a feverishly exciting thought.)

“Yes, yes Sannie, please,” you babble, his affectionate degradation flaring hotly inside you. “Give it to me, please, fill me up— I want it, want it, want it—”

“Fuck, fuck, hang on, baby, fuck,” San says, cracks fracturing his voice and composure when you squeeze encouragingly around him. It only takes a few more rough, frantic bucks of his hips before he cums with a broken moan, painting your fluttering walls with ropes of hot, sticky seed.

You groan in satisfaction as San stills inside you, your bound fingers running through his hair best you can. He rocks into you a little longer with small, whiny noises, milking himself with your plush cunt until his arms tremble and his breath comes in tight moans.

“That’s it,” you murmur to him, “being so good to me, giving me everything.” You play with the sweaty strands of hair as he slowly recovers; which gives you a moment to recover as well. Your walls still twitch around San, overly sensitive, but the sharpest edge is wearing down.

Wooyoung’s hand joins yours in San’s hair, but there is a quiver to his fingers as he gently strokes his boyfriend’s head.

You glance up to Wooyoung, and see he has pushed down his trousers and underwear enough to expose his veiny, rock-hard dick. There is an angry flush to the leaking tip, and Wooyoung’s entire body looks like it’s pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Wooyoung…”

He swallows thickly at the call of his name, teeth digging into his bottom lip. He squeezes your hand, sensing the concern in your voice.

“I’m good,” Wooyoung strains. “H-hurts, but it’s good. I’m fucking good, baby. I-is it my turn now?” he ends on a whine.

San pulls out with a grunt, and you moan at the sudden emptiness as he slides off of you, onto the bed on the opposite side of Wooyoung. He is still catching his breath, sweat beading in his hairline. You give San a questioning look, but he just grins back. “Your call,” he says. “Is it his turn?”

Wooyoung restlessly pats at your hair, desperation shining in his eyes from unshed tears. But his expression is feverish, borderline feral; all that holds him back from pouncing you is a razor-thin wire of restraint tied to your consent.

You give it to him.

“Yeah, your turn,” you say, breathy, and bring your bound hands down to your cunt, smearing your fingers through the mixture of arousal and the slow dribble of San’s leaking seed. “You promised me, right? Was gonna make me feel San’s cum for days. Wanna feel you too…”

Wooyoung chokes back a whimper, his hips stuttering; and for a moment you think he is going to cum without his cock ever touching your waiting cunt.

But he manages to regain himself and, with ragged breaths, he kicks off his pants and underwear. Once his clothes are discarded, Wooyoung scrambles to lay down next to you. His touch is roughened by impatience, and you squeak in surprise when Wooyoung turns you onto your side, facing San, and hooks your leg back around him.

Before you get a chance to worry about more of San’s cum spilling out, Wooyoung’s cock pushes into your wet hole. He whines as he plugs you up, holding you close against him and teething at your neck. “Fuck, but this pussy is so fucking sweet,” he groans, shaky as he grinds against your ass. “Feels just as good as it tastes. Wanna make such a mess of you.”

“D-do it,” you challenge him, turning your head in an attempt to find his lips. “Mess me up, fuck, Wooyoungie…”

Wooyoung’s cock might not be as thick as San’s, but his length hits deliciously inside you, a toe-curling slide that is just what your raw and tender cunt needs right now. “Gonna fuck Sannie’s cum so deep you can taste him, promise,” Wooyoung babbles, sucking hungrily at your skin. “Aren’t I so much nicer than him? I am letting him watch.”

San scoffs. “Like that’s not for your own benefit,” he says, though his eyes are hard while he does watch how his own seed slowly leaks from your pussy between thrusts, dislodged by Wooyoung’s sloppy thrusts. “We all know how much putting on a show gets you off.”

Wooyoung ignores him, too caught up in the thrill of finally having some relief for his painfully neglected cock.

“Look at San,” he tells you, his mouth wet against your ear. “Look how fucked out he is from pumping your cunt full. Wanted to stay buried in this warm pussy for as long as he could, didn’t he?”

You moan when San’s gaze snaps up to meet your eyes; ‘fucked out’ barely covers it. He looks as ruined as you feel, lips plump from the force of his kisses and every inch of skin glistening with sweat, his broad chest rising with every breathless pull for air, punctuated by soft moans. His eyes are slightly unfocused but still he watches with quiet intensity, like he already can’t wait to bury himself into you all over again.

San takes your bound hands and lifts them up to his puffy lips. You expect a kiss — but teeth nip your skin instead, San’s hazy eyes dangerous as he bites at your knuckles, one by one.

You squirm at the gentle stings of pain, and Wooyoung lets out another drawn-out whine as you clench tighter around him. His hand shakily inches downward, but he grunts and yanks it back when he remembers your earlier limit. Desperately, you shake your head, arching into his touch.

“No, n-no, I—” you moan, wiggling your ass into him. Heat is coiling in your abdomen again, dizzying your tongue into slurred speech. “I, hngh, I can go again, please, please, mmmhh fuck, want you to touch me, Wooyoung, ahh—”

And Wooyoung — fucking menace that he is — even when balancing on the very brink himself; Wooyoung can’t resist being a little shit about it. “Touch you where, baby?” he pants, like he isn’t about to bust his load in your aching cunt. “Tell me where you need my fingers, then I’ll give it to you. Tell me exactly.”

With San holding onto your wrists, you can hardly force Wooyoung’s hands where you want them, so you have no choice but to give voice to your feverish desperation aloud. “P-pussy. Need you to touch my pussy.”

“That it? Nothing more… specific?” he asks with a salacious grin, running a single finger through your messy folds, cruelly bypassing the swollen nub that is begging for attention.

“Clit,” you sob, twisting against him. “Put your fingers on my clit and make me cu-uuhmm—!”

Wooyoung sighs in bliss, obediently rolling your clit between thumb and forefinger. They’re soon coated in an obscene slick, a mixture of San’s seed and your own smeared arousal. Your choked up whimpers can’t quite cover the wet noises of Wooyoung’s efforts, his fingers and cock making an even bigger mess of you. San watches silently how fluids drip from your thighs onto his already soaked sheets, something primal cutting through the exhaustion in his eyes.

Predictably, Wooyoung does not last long; especially now that you are clamping around his dick, your cunt instinctively trying to keep him embedded deep inside you. He burrows his face into your shoulder, biting down on the exact same spot that San had earlier.

You hiss at how it smarts, but the sound morphs into a pleased moan when Wooyoung cums hard. His hips jerk as he empties with generous spurts of hot whiteness, leaving you feeling so floaty and full, satisfied and swollen — you wonder if you’d feel the protrusion of Wooyoung’s cock and their combined seed, if your hands were free to press against your stomach.

But Wooyoung quickly pulls out with a pained whine, too sensitive to even simply stay inside you. Immediately his cum starts to drip out; except San is right there to gather his and Wooyoung’s seed on two fingers. He shoves them back inside you without delay, keeping you beautifully stuffed while Wooyoung frantically works your clit.

Wooyoung covers your cheek, jaw and ear with hard kisses, and whispers filthy encouragements as you begin to shake and tremble uncontrollably. San curls his fingers inside you, Wooyoung pinches sharply at your clit — and he grins against your cheek when you shatter apart with a wretched sob.

“That’s it,” he coos smugly as sparks sear through you like a shockwave. “Took it all so well, milking us for all we got. Been keeping San’s cum so nice and warm for us, making room for me too. Want a taste of what we stuffed you full with?”

You’re still trembling in Wooyoung’s hold, whimpering through the persistent spikes of pleasure while he continues to rub stubborn circles on your clit. The surges slowly grow weaker but they linger, and you are unable to do anything but make a sniffling noise that you hope gets your needs across.

San seems to pick up on it, sliding his fingers out your weeping hole. But before he lets you have that taste, his fingers smear across your lips, leaving a glossy stain. Wooyoung groans at the sight and can’t resist, sucking at your bottom lip to steal the mixture of fluids away from you. You whine in protest, though you do miss his mouth when he pulls away with a playful bite.

You can’t miss him for long; San nudges his fingers past your lips, presses them down on your tongue, and your eyes roll back as you finally taste Wooyoung, San and yourself. Hungrily you suckle at his fingers, letting out a small whimper when Wooyoung dips into your cunt and takes another swipe for himself.

San’s breath shallows as your tongue swirls around him, a light flush creeping up his cheeks. You wonder if he’s thinking about how your mouth would feel on his cock. You certainly are.

…That is for another time though, when you are not exhausted to the bone, fighting the urge to curl up and fall asleep on the spot. (Right now, it’s very hard to remember why you insisted on a ‘no sleepovers’ rule.)

San slips his fingers out when you and Wooyoung both quiet down, and turns his attention to your wrists. “Let’s get these off of you,” he says gently, tapping the rope.

San and Wooyoung help you to sit upright against the headboard, and this time Wooyoung is the one to get you some water while San begins to expertly loosen the knots.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, glancing up at you. His gaze is still intense, though now also soft.

“No numbness, tingling feeling or pain,” you say in a tired sigh, reciting back the points he told you to be aware of. “Well… no pain there,” you chuckle. “Think I’ll be sore in some places tomorrow. But I don’t mind that. Not at all.”

“Hm, good,” San hums, and directs his focus back to your restraints. Silence falls between you, not even broken when Wooyoung returns by your side and carefully raises the glass of water to your lips, assisting you with taking slow sips. The ropes come undone — but San does not let you go just yet, taking his time to gently massage your wrists for circulation.

You look down on San’s thumbs rubbing into your skin, your thoughts winding back over the course of the evening. Suddenly you feel oddly vulnerable; even with San’s careful touch, and Wooyoung sidling up next to you after he set the glass away, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

Wooyoung grins and pinches at San’s cheek, praising him for taking such good care of you. San’s lips spread into that sweet shy smile, his eyes shining warmly when he quickly glances to you and Wooyoung. It’s safe and comfortable around them, a happy fuzz coating your memories; yet you can’t help a pinch of self-consciousness as you think back on one particular moment of the evening.

“Did I do okay?” you ask, feeling silly even as the question slips past your lips.

San’s eyes widen slightly, his hands stilling, while Wooyoung’s arm tightens around you and he immediately turns his praises on you. Of course you did well, he assures you. What a fucking champ, taking it all like that. Their good girl. How lucky they are with you.

You bite your lip in a small smile as Wooyoung’s words hum sweetly through your veins, but San frowns in concern.

“Did something happen?” he asks, still gentle but a firmness layered underneath. “Something worrying you?”

“Well—” you say, already feeling awkward. “I said ‘yellow’…”

“As you should have,” San says, even firmer this time. “Are you feeling guilty about that?”

“A little,” you admit; the people-pleaser inside you is a bit ruffled by bluntly asserting a boundary. “I know I shouldn’t, but— but I kinda feel like I should apologise.”

San shakes his head and squeezes your hands tightly. “Don’t you dare. If anything, I should say thank you. For helping me to keep you safe and feeling good. That makes it feel good for me too.” He breaks out another smile, his dimples joining in. “I felt good today. I hope you did too.”

“He really means all that, you know,” Wooyoung chimes in. “About thanking you. Never met anyone who cares more about this stuff than San here.” He leans in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial hush. “I swear, he almost nutted on the spot the first time I yellow-ed him.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” San says, rolling his eyes with a flustered flush burning across his face, and you relax with a giggle at their familiar bickering and warm reassurances. “I mean,” San mumbles sheepishly, “ideally you’d never have to use a safe word at all; but as convenient as it’d be in a situation like this, I can’t exactly read your mind—”

“Hey, hey,” Wooyoung cuts off San’s ramble with a laugh. “C’mon, you know I’m just teasing!” He grabs San’s chin to smack an exaggeratedly wet kiss on his cheek. “You’re the fucking best. Who needs a mind reader when we’re doing this together. You got our back, we got yours.”

San sighs in resignation, trapped by Wooyoung’s firm grip on his chin as Wooyoung makes a show of lavishing his face with loud, dramatic kisses — but you don’t miss the way his shoulders release tension, and his hands relax around yours.

You feel a bloom of warmth at the obvious fondness on display in front of you, and your guilt fades.

Finally Wooyoung lets San go free and cuddles up a little closer against you, while San presses up on the other side. Sandwiched between them, you blissfully surrender yourself to their attentive aftercare. And once you feel solid enough to move again, they both insist on escorting you the whole thirty paces from San’s bedroom to yours.

The gesture is excessive and unnecessary to the point of being silly. You burst with friendly affection for them.

#whichever way

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igbylicious · 3 days

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When will you post the next chapter of Woosan's fic? it's so nice to read... literally, I need it (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ hahaha

hiiii i’m happy you enjoy reading it! ♡

i posted abt it here, but there’s a big delay bc of mental/physical health issues. the best case scenario i can give you is two weeks, but that is hugely optimistic and really depends on how well the recovery keeps up, so please don’t set your sights on it too hard ( ╥ω╥ )

bc i’d love to say that i’m updating next week, but it’s a long chapter and eyeballing the outline i’d say there’s still at least 5k more to go, and i’m nowhere near a place where i can pump out ~1k of polished writing a day ^^;;;

so i have to ask for your patience for a lil bit longer, please hang on! ♡

#igby’s inbox #dreamsse #whichever way #it’s a cautiously good sign that i rambled out all those Woosan denial thoughts tho #it wasn’t exactly polished but i really really really hope that means my brain’s heading back the right direction

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igbylicious · 3 days

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wooyoung nsfw alphabet please 🤧🙏

yayyyyy wooyoung nsfw alphabet!! :D

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i honestly think he would be very sweet 🥺 a little cocky, maybe, depending on how many times he made you cum, but majoritively sweet and cuddly. he'd wanna cuddle or make out for at least an hour after having sex!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on him, neck. i don't feel the need to explain that one. on his partners, hands. i think woo would really appreciate pretty hands with long fingers <3 he'd also definitely love to suck his partner's fingers

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think he likes to be cummed on. doesn't matter what body part, he would just really like to get all messy with your cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i think woo's a dirty boy ☹️ he probably has lots and lots of dirty secrets and would like the risk of having them exposed. he probably has little idol flings, he probably fucks at work, he probably has a folder of videos he's made of himself masturbating, i could go on

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

wooyoung is experienced with both sexes, and he knows what he's doing. also i think he's literally good at everything.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

depends on whether he's topping or bottoming!! but i think he'd like face-off and doggy style <3

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's definitely very giggly during sex. not even necessarily because he's goofy or humorous, but because he's a brat and he likes how you get mad (not really) when he laughs at you. but even when he's not bratty (very rare), he would still giggle quite a bit 🥺 he's so cute ugh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

most likely clean shaven! honestly probably waxed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i don't give wooyoung enough credit for how romantic he can be 🥺 he's a libra venus which means he probably loves to be in love. he loves feeling close to you when he's having sex with you, and he's the type to say "i love you" right after you finish spanking him 🥺 so not traditionally romantic but still romantic nonetheless 😭

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think he'd really like to record himself. and it's not just jerk off videos, it's cute little performances that he puts on for the camera. he'd make himself look pretty and then he'd show off his ass, suck his fingers, and ride his pillows while he moans your name. like this (NSFW)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think he's v kinky 😭 leather, bondage, mommy/daddy kink, impact play, wax play, ice play, the list goes on LMAO

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

honestly anywhere. he'd be down to fuck pretty much all the time, and he's always ready for you to pull him aside for a quickie, no matter where you are

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

being talked down to. treat him like he's dumb, call him desperate, maybe even baby him a bit and he'll be hard in seconds. also he would definitely get turned on from seeing you angry

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

it changes depending on his partner. he'd let certain partners do things to him that he'd never let anybody else do, and it changes from person to person.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving and it very skilled. also (and this takes a lot of trust, but) i think he'd like for you to tie his hands behind his back while he goes down on you. he'd like completely losing control and not being able to do anything but please you 🥺

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and sensual? is that a thing? well, it's what wooyoung is. he's a very passionate fucker, and would love super precise fast strokes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

like i mentioned earlier, he would love quickies!! he's always ready for them and he would love the risk of being found out. he might actually want to be found out tbh 😭 (i think he's a bit of an exhibitionist!! also a voyeur but that's another story)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's a bit of a perv so he does constant research (aka watching porn) to find new things to try in the bedroom. he is absolutely down to experiment and he loves taking risks!!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

would prefer to have one or two really long rounds rather than lots of little ones. he'd like to edge and be edged to make it last as long as possible 🥺

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he owns lots of toys, mostly for himself!! he'd love to teach his partner how to use them or show his partner how he makes himself feel good with them <3 but would also love using toys on his partner every once in a while!!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

come on now. this is WOOYOUNG. aka the biggest fucking tease there is 😭 he'd tease you in every possible way, in every possible place, in every possible scenario. he absolutely loves getting a reaction out of you, and that doesn't change at all in the bedroom. hence why i think he'd love edging so much

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

very loud, and he does it on purpose. he'd make everything from sing-songy moans to high pitched whines to tiny whimpers, and he would want the neighbors to hear every last bit of it. he also would love to dirty talk in bed 😵‍💫

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

i think he's a painslut. he would really, really like for you to be rough with him and throw him around, spank him and choke him and call him a dumb slut. not only does it get him off, it also lets him show you that he seriously loves you and trusts you. also he would need some pretty sweet aftercare after any s/m session and would love a nurturing dom to take care of him 🥺

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i can't decide if he's completely average or slightly below average!!! 🤔

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very very high. he'd probably like to fuck every day or every other day, and prob couldn't go more than a week without having sex

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty quick 🥺 especially if you've been rough with him, he'd be pretty exhausted and would need lots of rest. so make sure you cuddle him and kiss his cheeks and tell him how well he did and how proud you are of him for cumming so hard 🥺

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‘MAybe he should, some time. js.’ 👀

i mean. maybe it’s not happening exactly in the way you were thinking of here but. um. 👀👀👀

‘GOd fuck, San making Woo suck him off as a warm-up? that’s the hottest thing he could have possibly done in this situation.’ asdkjasdkj you know i *almost* deleted that bc i was like ‘wait in the last chapter they also started their scene with Woo sucking San off, can i do this again??’ but then i remembered that yes i can lol, and yeah it just felt right for San to pull that on Woo here ♡( ◡‿◡ )

‘ACK the wooyoung lip mole appreciation :’)))) <3’ is2g it takes all my self-control to not have reader latch onto his lil lip mole (and San’s neck freckles ;; ) every single hecken chapter asdjkaskdja i’m trying to keep them as special occasions but I JUST LOVE THAT DANG MOLE SO MUCH („ಡωಡ„)

‘Him getting hard and needy just from eating Reader out, is So good and in character like YES he is a slut for being a good boy!!’ i will never back down from my hill that this man gets cock/pussydrunk off the drop of a hat! and YES he is!!! no but real talk that’s smth i really love abt Woo asdkjadsjksd ;; like yes he absolutely is a bratty menace but! godddd he also works so hard, and wants to be praised and acknowledged for those efforts too (as he should!!!), and it’s fun to think of the ways that those two sides could potentially manifest together in the bedroom hehe

‘FUc;k me all the talking over his head like he’s just a toy or like he’s not even there,,,,,, aaaa it’s so tastie what the fuck <3 my heart would be breaking a little bit if it weren’t for the fact that you made it no secret how much Woo loves it.’ ngl i remembered San was mean in this scene but i’d forgotten exactly how mean until i saw all those quotes in a row asdkjajkda he really took full advantage of that change in the ground rules oop (つ ω ⊂)

‘i NEED to kiss him it’s making me stupid hjnhjnhjj he’s doing so good!! so patient and generous = w=’ he’s so good!!! going above and beyond!!!!!!

‘just fucking screaming rn honestly. it’s so hot how San and Reader work together to get Woo off, even if San is just pinning him in place. Both their attention is on Woo, and he deserves it so much after how well he did =u=’ ahhhhh! yeah i really wanted that to be a sorta lil teamwork moment! they really put Wooyoung through it together, but at the end they also took care of him together ♡

‘The ending where Reader gets vulnerable in a little bit of a different way (compared to the rest of the chapter) is such a neat little bow, confirming that she is indeed safe and that they take her and her comfort and boundaries seriously, and not just the sexual ones. It’s so sweet :)’ (≧◡≦) ♡

(i know i keep saying this but seriously i’m having the time of my life with your reactions askjdajkdsj; it’s just so much fun to see what bits stood out and your thoughts abt them, i really am super appreciative that you took the time to do these (♡μ_μ) )

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt3

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: what Wooyoung wants, Wooyoung gets.

wc: 8.0k

ch. warnings: dom San, bratty sub Wooyoung, sub/switch-ish reader, threesome with m x m, so much cunnilingus, body worship, biting, marking, finger sucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, blowjobs, cum eating, nipple play, handcuffs (on Wooyoung), light painkink (also Wooyoung), hair pulling, face-sitting, dirty talk, degradation (@ Wooyoung; ‘cockslut’ is used), frottage, masturbation, praise kink, implied subspace, orgasm control / edging, squirting, light dacryphilia, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘sweet/good girl’), aftercare

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

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

After your first night with San and Wooyoung, the ground rules go through a few adjustments. Some are pretty minor, others more… substantial.

Unlike last time, Wooyoung is also here for the conversation; and you’re more than a little distracted by his presence. Your memory keeps replaying the moment of his desperate breakdown to touch you, making you fight a constant itch to rub your thighs together — and judging by the looks Wooyoung gives you? He has his own memories on his mind.

“Wooyoung? Woo? You’re good with this?” San asks. He waves a hand in front of Wooyoung’s face to get his attention, only half jokingly.

“Hm? Yeah yeah. Yes, that’s good,” Wooyoung says, lifting himself from a daze. His voice is tight, not sounding good at all. Like nothing will ever be good again until he has you flat on your back, writhing under his tongue.

“Usually you’re a lot more chatty during a talk like this,” San teases. “Do I need to give you two some alone time?”

Without looking away from you, Wooyoung reaches to grab for San’s hand, like it’s on instinct. He meets Wooyoung halfway, fingers slotting together easily — but instead of jealous or upset, San looks more interested in the eye-fucking that’s happening right in front of him.

And honestly? The hard glint in his eyes is not exactly celibate either.

It only works you up more; the way San keeps biting his lip is almost as distracting as Wooyoung’s heated stare. It definitely is a very different conversation from last time, the air charged with restless excitement — but the end result is similar, leaving you with a rough framework of expectations, but not too many specifics.

…Other than the obvious, of course.

Wooyoung has made one of his intentions all too clear.

This means that when the next night together comes around, you are not in the least surprised to have Wooyoung sitting on a pillow in front of you, nested between your thighs. “Hey,” he says, staring up at you with a crooked grin on his face. “Nice seeing you again.”

“Hi yourself,” you say, slightly breathless already.

You are sitting on the edge of San’s bed, wearing only a simple robe. Wooyoung is on his knees in nothing but fitted boxers — and a pair of handcuffs. Broad strips of soft black leather, connected with a silvery chain.

That last part is a surprise; bondage had come up in passing, but you did not expect it to come out tonight. San had dangled the cuffs in front of Wooyoung earlier, not brokering any protest. Clearly he meant it when he said he did not mind improvising.

“Only your mouth will do, right?” San had told Wooyoung. “Always bragging about that tongue of yours… Are you worried you can’t get her off like this?”

Despite an initial objection, Wooyoung had relented quickly; maybe out of pride, or maybe he was worried that San could snatch you away from him at the last moment. The cuffs’ effect was subtle but instantaneous; a slight daze had drawn across Wooyoung’s face, betraying he was not as adverse to the restrains as he pretended.

So here he is in front of you now, breathtakingly on display. With his arms pulled back by the cuffs, Wooyoung’s chest is opened up to you, smooth tanned skin with dusky pebbled nipples. His eyes stare up at you, burning with a singular goal; to devour you whole.

San stands behind him, a firm hold on the back of Wooyoung’s neck to tilt his head back; offering Wooyoung up to you as much as you are offered up to him. You only need to reach out to touch Wooyoung — finally touch him — and you do just so.

The corner of Wooyoung’s mouth twitches when you lean in. His eyes are drawn to where your robe threatens to fall open, giving him a generous view of your cleavage. The look on his face is dark with hunger, heating your skin, but his eyes snap back to your face when your fingers brush across his cheek. He licks his lips; lips that are already swollen from barely ten minutes ago.

“Now, why don’t we give that pretty mouth a warm-up? Show me you deserve that sweet cunt,” San had told Wooyoung, pulling down the waistband of his grey sweatpants just enough to take out his cock.

And god, Wooyoung had shown him.

He had focused on using his tongue, thick swipes and kitten licks. Never taking San too deep, suckling on the flushed cockhead as he lapped at every drop of precum. All while looking at you from the corner of his eyes as he moaned around San’s cock, making a point of arching his back, prettying himself up for you.

In Wooyoung’s eyes had burned a promise, no, a challenge; will you be able to handle him?

Now you are about to find out.

You continue to slowly map out the striking features of Wooyoung’s face, but your thumb lingers on his bottom lip. You’re pulled in by the discovery of a small freckle that is just begging to be kissed. Just when you are intently contemplating that thought, Wooyoung decides he has had enough of sitting quietly — and he strikes at you with a playful nip at your fingers, sharp teeth grazing against your skin.

“Hey!” Startled, you pull your hand back, pouting at Wooyoung for rudely interrupting your exploration of his pretty face.

“Careful, Woo,” San warns, yanking him back by the hair.

Wooyoung hisses, his teeth digging into the freckle you had so admired. “Sorry,” he says with a laugh, not sounding sorry at all. “I only bite the people I like, promise.”

Standing behind Wooyoung, San’s dominant role breaks for a split moment; he makes a face as though to say, “That’s a fair point, actually.”

“Come,” Wooyoung says, nodding his chin to beckon your hand back to him. “Let me show you.”

You raise a sceptical eyebrow — but it’s hard to resist the blatant hunger in Wooyoung’s stare. Cautiously, you reach for him once again… and your breath hitches when he closes his lips around two of your fingers, sucking eagerly at the digits. He works on them with the same fervent enthusiasm as he had San’s dick, his eyes fluttering shut as he groans around your fingers. His nimble tongue gives you a direct preview of what is waiting for you, curling around your fingers and flicking sharply.

A quiet whine escapes you, the wet heat of Wooyoung’s mouth searing straight through your body, into your waiting cunt. Wooyoung’s eyes open with a flash of triumph, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

Slowly he releases your fingers, a thin string of saliva connecting them to his glistening lips. You use those fingers to draw a line along the sharpness of his jawline, smearing his face as you cup his cheek. Wooyoung moans at the mess you’re making of him; his shoulders jerk sharply, trying to move his arms despite the cuffs around his wrists.

He is beautiful like this, bound and left to the whims of you and San, but still you can’t help a needy moan at the way his hands strain to touch you back.

San grins when he notices, and softly tuts at you. “Patience. The cuffs don’t go off until he’s earned it.” He runs a rough hand through Wooyoung’s hair, pushing his head down.

Wooyoung stares up at you through messy bangs, a dangerous grin on his face. “You’re greedy,” he chides, but from him it sounds like a compliment. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll get you there with or without my fingers inside that needy pussy of yours.”

“…Prove it.”

Your demand slips out quietly but resolute. You are done waiting, and start to open your robe. “Don’t,” San interrupts. “He can do that himself. Unpack your present, Woo.”

“Gladly,” he scoffs. “If you’re trying to piss me off, that move won’t work.”

San’s fingers tighten in Wooyoung’s hair, giving it a small tug. “It’s not about you. Right now, it is all about her and that pretty cunt she’s generous enough to let you touch. Don’t forget it, unless you want to get in real trouble.”

Wooyoung whines at the pull, his eyes scrunching shut with a shudder. Your breath shallows at how responsive he is, and then San loosens his hold on Wooyoung enough to let him shuffle closer, crowding into your space. He leaves the robe alone at first, satisfied to simply nuzzle his face at where the garment starts to fall open naturally.

“So soft…” he groans, inhaling deeply against your chest. “All soft and warm for me…”

You shiver when hot breath falls on your skin, followed by a light brush of his lips. Your arms loosely encircle his shoulders to pull him closer, where your hand meets with San’s in Wooyoung’s hair. San makes room for you, covering your hand with his as your fingers entwine in the soft strands of Wooyoung’s red hair; silent encouragement to pull and move his head just as you like.

But you are curious what Wooyoung will do when left to his own devices, anticipation of the unknown stoking a fire between your thighs.

Wooyoung bends down to bite at the sash of your robe, staring up at you with an intense gaze. Slowly he pulls until the loose knot falls away, at which he drops the sash with an eager moan, nudging the fabric aside so he can press open-mouth kisses on your nipples, your sternum, your stomach, anywhere within reach. Sucking and nibbling as he luxuriates in the curves of your body, taking his time with you but clearly trailing downward towards his intended goal.

You whimper shakily, arms tightening around Wooyoung while he steadily builds up the gentle sparks in your stomach to sharp jolts of pleasure.

At first you think he is teasing — and perhaps he was, but Wooyoung grows more and more aggressive in his worship of you, shameless and noisy. He bites and laps greedily at your skin, tongue dipping into your belly button, sucking hungry bruises into the soft fold of your stomach. His head blocks your view of his crotch, but the way his hips twitch tell you he must be getting hard, if he isn’t already, and rapidly losing self-control.

You squirm at the thought, impatience testing your own self-control, making your fingers clench tighter in Wooyoung’s hair.

“You sure are taking your time, Woo,” San observers similarly, just when Wooyoung’s teeth sink into your plush thigh and you gasp at the sharp sting. “Don’t you think you’re neglecting that sweet pussy? Went on and on about how you want to fuck your tongue into that tight cunt until she cums on your face, drown yourself in her wet slick until you pass out. Told me you’ll make her squirt — are you going to prove that you can, or are you all talk?”

“F-fuck,” you whine, bracing yourself with a hand on the mattress behind you, arching into Wooyoung’s insatiable mouth.

“Never rush a quality meal,” he says, voice hoarse. “Gonna savour this. Every second, every drop.”

Wooyoung leaves more bites on your thigh, moving up, up — only to switch to the other side just when his nose brushes against your aching cunt, glistening with arousal. Now you know he is teasing.

“C’mon, Wooyoung…” you complain, his name comes out in a breathy moan. You try and pull him to where you really want him, canting your hips to lure him in, but Wooyoung is stubborn and resists. He groans in protest, only suckling harder at the sensitive, bruised patches of skin he’s created. Your legs fall open as far as they can go, lower lips parting for Wooyoung in invitation. You can’t wait, not a moment longer; so you hold on a little harder onto Wooyoung’s hair, nails grazing his scalp, and yank.

Instantly, Wooyoung’s breath stutters and his hips jerk forward, arms straining against his cuffs. “Fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, muffled against your cunt. You pull again, and he whines even louder. “That’s it, baby, take whatever you want. I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you everything, gonna be so good for you,” he babbles, brow scrunched in pleasure at your rough treatment of him.

His tongue darts out, lightly, like he plans to tease you again — but he curses at the slickness he finds, his last shred of restraint broken. He licks up a long, wet stripe up to your clit, whining against the sensitive nub when you shudder and moan, only more arousal gushing forth.

“All for me?” he rasps. “Fuck, I knew this would be a tasty pussy. Could tell just by looking at you. Not gonna waste a fucking drop, I can stay right here all night if I have to.”

San makes a sound of approval as Wooyoung finally begins to eat you out in earnest, but otherwise he stays quiet; remaining an observer to how Wooyoung rapidly dismantles your lucidity. San’s free hand drifts down to his cock, still hard from getting sucked off earlier.

“That’s enough,” he had told Wooyoung back then, pulling him off his cock before he came too close. “Go get your meal.”

Now San slowly fucks into his hand, sharp eyes watching with burning interest how Wooyoung gets lost between your thighs. Tongue delving deeper and deeper, thrusting inside your leaking cunt while his nose rubs up against your clit. You were right; the slope of his nose is perfect for grinding on, a fact you enthusiastically take advantage of.

With Wooyoung’s warm, eager mouth on your cunt, the pressure in your lower abdomen builds up almost embarrassingly fast. Your hips rock into him harder and his arms jerk in response, instinctively trying to use his restrained hands. You whimper, already balancing on the edge.

San, however, is not impressed with Wooyoung’s performance. “Think you can do more, Woo.” (More? Is he trying to kill you?) “That tongue is one of the few things you’re good for, I know you can do better with it. Really make her squirm.” (Fuck, he is trying to kill you. Fuck.)

Wooyoung lets out a choked, muffled groan against your cunt, vibrating through you.

“Then again… it has been a long time since you last had any pussy,” San continues, casual in his musing. “Might be out of practice. Do you even remember where to find her clit, hm? Or have you gotten that rusty?”

Immediately Wooyoung proves that he remembers exactly; switching from his vigorous tongue-fucking to sucking on your clit with equal aggression. You mewl at the sharp licks and suction, shaking as you fall back on your elbow, accidentally pulling hard on Wooyoung’s hair — but he revels in it, moaning louder between the obscenely noisy sounds of his lips and tongue dragging you to the brink.

“See? That’s better, isn’t it? There I almost thought you’re nothing but a cockslut but you are just as whipped for pussy, aren’t you?” San says, dispassionately, and Wooyoung almost sobs at his words.

(San can’t fool you though; maybe Wooyoung can’t see it, but you do see the way his hand speeds up around his hard length, thick beads of precum leaking from the flushed tip.)

“Does he feel good, baby? Is my little cockslut making you feel good?” San asks you, but words fail you, breath catching in your throat in a pathetic whine. Your back arches, pelvis pushing into Wooyoung’s mouth even as your hand pulls him in closer. “I suppose that is a yes,” San grins. “Wooyoung should thank you, for allowing him such a treat.”

Wooyoung groans between your thighs, but that is not enough for San.

“I said,” he growls, covering your hand in Wooyoung’s hair with his own, overpowering you to pull the redhead back, “Wooyoung should thank you.”

“A-ah! Thank you, thankyou,” Wooyoung keens, in a ravenous and desperate scramble to get his mouth back on you. “Please, I need more,” he whines, struggling against his cuffs, “need her to cum on my tongue, please, fuck, please, let me— I gotta—”

He almost falls forward when San suddenly releases him again, but Wooyoung does not miss a beat, right back to slurping at your juices.

Your vision starts to blur and for a moment you don’t understand why, until a tear escapes your lashes, trailing down your cheek. You blink the rest away, desperate to see; to see Wooyoung as he devours you, to see San as he gets himself off to the sight of Wooyoung getting you off.

That is where your eyes linger; your mind is growing hazy, your thoughts slow like syrup as Wooyoung takes apart your sanity. But your mouth waters at the sight of San’s hand around his hard cock, and one thought does come through loud and clear.

Although the conversation before all this had focused on you and Wooyoung, it’s not like you and San was taken off the table…

Even if you could just lend him a hand… or a mouth… or even your cunt, after Wooyoung has his fill. Maybe you’d be too sensitive by then, worn out from Wooyoung’s voracious worship of your pussy; you would flutter and throb around San’s thick length as he took you, but god it’d be worth every sweet ache.

It does not take San long to notice you, lost in a complete daze and openly checking him out. “You are greedy,” he says, grin sharpening. “You already have Wooyoung’s mouth, you want my cock too?” He licks his lips. “Maybe next time, hm? Let Wooyoung have his fun now.”

Next time.

The promise courses through you like fire, right down to your weeping cunt — where Wooyoung twitches at the realisation that your attention has drifted to San instead of him. His mouth detaches from your clit with a wet noise, and he bites at your thigh, harder than before.

“Ah—!” You hiss at the sudden sting, and roughly pull at Wooyoung’s hair without even thinking, forcing him back to where you need him. “D-don’t stop, fuck, don’t—”

Wooyoung groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He does not stop, not this time, satisfied to have your full attention back. You struggle to gasp for breath, scrambling to hold Wooyoung in place when his nose bumps against your clit just right; and he is all too happy to let you grind against him, enthusiastically thrusting his tongue in your cunt.

“That’s right,” he grunts between thrusts. “Use me, that’s what I’m here for. Break my fucking nose if you want, I don’t fucking care. Wanna taste how you cream right on my tongue, c’mon, baby, come on.”

You can’t do anything but grant his request. You dangled at the edge for so long, the fall is hard when you finally tip over, electricity surging through you. Your thighs tremble as they lock around Wooyoung’s head, toes curling as they dig into his back. You cum with a strangled sob, helplessly falling back onto the bed, hips still undulating to chase the sparks that course all the way through every nerve ending in your body.

Wooyoung curses as he laps at you, making good on all his promises not to waste a single drop. He stays on you for what feels like forever, until the high of your orgasm tilts over into needling oversensitivity. He ignores the way you begin to squirm and whine, forcing you to physically push him away. Still he groans in protest, not wanting to part with your cunt just yet.

“Sit on my face,” he gasps, the words slurred. “I’m not done here, please, wanna feel you, wanna drown in that wet pussy, ride my fucking face until I can’t breathe, please, fuck please.”

Your cunt is still twitching from the aftershocks, yet there is not even a moment’s doubt in your mind. “Yes, fuck,” you say breathlessly, then look up to lock eyes with San. “Don’t you dare shut this one down,” you threaten, only half-joking. You will not have a repeat from last time.

San’s dominant front cracks at the dead-serious expression on your face, forcing him to stifle a laugh. “Alright, alright, I won’t dare,” he grins. “You know what? I’ll even give Wooyoung a little reward.”

He crouches down to undo the leather cuffs, and you startle when Wooyoung immediately lunges forward to grab two handfuls of your sides and yanks you towards him. His tongue drags across your sensitive folds for one more swipe, drawing a long whine from you, and only then does he let you scoot back. The expression on his face is dark, an unhinged shadow hiding behind the glitter of his eyes; Wooyoung is nowhere near done with you yet.

It takes a moment of shuffling around, but soon you have discarded your robe and Wooyoung is lying flat on the bed, where his hands make up for lost time as he grabs and kneads at your thighs and waist, impatiently pulling you further up from his chest to where he really wants you.

You move slowly, not to tease Wooyoung, but because you are still shaky from earlier — and San’s hand on the small of your back does not help. It is a relatively innocent gesture; San is only helping you to stay balanced, but the warmth of his large palm and slight coarseness of his fingertips is incredibly distracting.

You can’t linger for too long on thoughts of how his hand might feel on different parts of your body; Wooyoung is ready and waiting. His eyes peek up from underneath you with a bright glint, his fingers digging encouragingly into your legs.

“Go as hard as you want,” he purrs, rubbing his nose through your soaked folds. “Just enjoy the ride. I know I will.”

And with that, Wooyoung is right back on you like he never left. No teasing this time, no drawn-out bites at your thighs. Just his hungry mouth on your cunt, where you can feel his grin.

You hiss out a curse when he starts to whip his head up and down, and you grab onto your knees to brace yourself. This position lets you move more freely than before and Wooyoung smoothly coaxes you into a steady rhythm, your breath coming in small moans and sharp gasps.

Somehow it’s all more intense this way, more exposed. You are extremely aware of San’s eyes on you, watching how your chest heaves, how your thighs clench with the effort to fuck yourself on Wooyoung’s face. Wooyoung is even noisier now, every groan shooting right through you, his tongue leading your pace as he eats you out, forever insatiable. Like a man trying to quench his thirst with seawater, every drop of your juices only rousing Wooyoung’s appetite further.

Your eyes clench shut, still sensitive from before but also unable to stop from seeking out more. Wooyoung groans against you, spurred on by your need of him. You vaguely hear San shuffle around but you are too focused on trying to keep pace, on not collapsing against Wooyoung completely as rekindled tendrils of hot pleasure weave through your veins.

You jolt when a new hand suddenly touches your waist, but then another joins in to steady you. Your eyes fly open and turn your head, only to see San right behind you. He has taken off his sweats, now entirely naked, and there is a distinct hardness poking at your back.

“Relax,” he says, and runs a soothing hand up and down your side as he presses up against you, chest flush against your back.

You do relax; San is warm and solid behind you, a strong reassuring presence, and his soothing touch perfect for melting into. With a soft shudder you sink into his broad chest, the messy swirl of your hips stabilising to a languid roll now that San has his arms wrapped around you.

“There you go,” San murmurs, kissing your shoulder. One of his hands stays on your waist, keeping you steady, but the other traverses up to palm your breast, thumb teasing at your nipple. “Comfortable?”

“Mm,” you sigh out, starting to feel a little dazed. The world slows down around you, zooming in on just this moment, this place, with your fingers sliding into Wooyoung’s hair while San presses his lips to your shoulder again, firmer this time. Your back arches when he squeezes your breast, and your ass pushes back — right against his thick, hard cock.

San sucks in a sharp breath, surging forward when you moan encouragingly. Moving against you in an unhurried but persistent rut, inadvertently setting the pace of Wooyoung mouthing at your leaking cunt.

Like before, Wooyoung does not agree with having your attention divided. He huffs an audible breath, redoubling his efforts — something you had not thought possible. His loud moans have to be on purpose, the vibrations like shockwaves to your nervous system, and he nudges his head forward with every roll of your hips, dragging his nose against your clit at a toe-curling angle.

You whine and shudder, shakily clinging tighter onto San. He is all too eager to provide you an anchor, leisurely biting and sucking at your neck while he plays with your tits, alternating between them. He is slow and thorough with his touches, with his open-mouthed kisses, his restraint a dizzying contrast to the desperate, sloppy mess that Wooyoung is making.

The way you cling tighter onto San inflames Wooyoung’s efforts all over again. With a sob, you scramble to grab onto San’s shoulder, nails digging in to stay upright while Wooyoung eats you out like a starved animal. San hisses, hips bucking in approval, and Wooyoung groans against you in response.

You are drowning and floating all at once, trapped in an unending feedback loop of pleasure. It does not take long for you to fall apart, helplessly gyrating between their two bodies; the steadiness of San’s strong hold and his dick fitted snugly between your ass cheeks; the unhinged frenzy of Wooyoung’s mouth. You cry out as you cum again, harder than the last time — and again, Wooyoung does not let up, eagerly lapping at your release.

“F-fuck, Wooyoung…” you whine, pulling at his hair. But you do not pull him away, letting him savour you while you ride out your high, prolonged by every greedy swipe of his tongue.

San curses lowly, his hand leaving your breast to reach down, down. “Wanna feel…” he grunts, pressing his hips harder against your ass. “Such a good girl for us, let me feel what a mess you made…”

You can’t help but whimper in response to the pet name, and San’s teeth scrape against your neck between kisses.

Finally San’s hand reaches your cunt, bumping into Wooyoung’s nose when two fingers slide through your sodden folds — but you can’t enjoy his touch for long… not when Wooyoung bites at San’s thumb, hard enough to leave a mark.

San grunts roughly as he snatches his hand back, his mouth detaching from the column of your neck.

“Mine,” Wooyoung mumbles, and there is a dark, possessive glint in his eyes as he nuzzles at your clit. “This pussy’s all mine today.” He goes back to suctioning his lips around the swollen nub like nothing happened, but San’s face hardens.

“Nobody taught you how to share, Woo?” he asks sharply, but Wooyoung ignores him completely; a clear answer all the same. “Fine. If you want to be like that, it can be like that.”

San tips your chin up with his bitten hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek that is at odds with the storm brewing in his eyes. “You did so well,” he praises you, almost in accusation towards Wooyoung. “You can go for a little longer, can’t you? I’ll be right here.”

He starts to move away, a realisation that jolts through you with alarm. Trapped in a foggy daze, you instinctively whine and grab onto San, unwilling to untangle from him, destabilised without his arms around you. San’s eyes widen just slightly at your desperation to stay attached.

“What’s this, can’t go a moment without me?” he teases, pressing a few more kisses in the crook of your shoulder. “I won’t be far — how about we turn you around, hm? Let you watch while I handle Wooyoung.”

(Wooyoung grunts at the mention of his name, but it is a suspiciously excited sound.)

Watch San? Be the rapt audience to whatever he is planning? The thought sparks excitement, enough to blunt the edge off your needy desperation. Shakily, you nod your head. “Y-yeah. I want to watch.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, patting your ass. He starts to move again, and this time you let him.

You expected Wooyoung to protest when San helps lift you off his face, but he tentatively allows you to part from him long enough to turn around. It gives you time to take the sharpest edge off your overly sensitive body; especially when Wooyoung’s hands rub up and down your thighs once you’re settled back down. You can’t be sure if it’s intentional, but the light drag of his fingernails is strangely soothing, avoiding the patches of skin he marked so aggressively.

San is still right there, tipping up your chin to meet his eyes. “Just watch me, okay?” he reminds you, his gaze intent.

You hum in acknowledgement, sinking back into a feverish haze as Wooyoung descends on you once again. The angles are different like this, and he kisses at your clit with wet noises, flicking his tongue in a rapid, tight pattern that has you fighting for breath, while his nose nudges shallowly at your entrance.

And right in front of you, you can see how San lifts Wooyoung’s hips so he can strip off his boxers, where a dark stain is clearly visible in the crotch. Wooyoung’s dick smacks wetly against his stomach, so hard and flushed that it looks painful — just from eating you out, neglected all this time.

“Now,” San says in a low, clipped voice, “you’re real damn lucky, Woo. Need you to make our sweet girl feel good, so a proper punishment will have to wait for later. For now… you want her all to yourself so bad? Let’s give you some extra incentive to do what you’re good for.”

He sits across Wooyoung’s thighs, one leg on each side, and wraps one hand tightly around the base of Wooyoung’s leaking cock. Wooyoung whines, trying to move his hips but San has him pinned down. Your breath catches in a sharp moan as you watch wide-eyed how San rocks forward, using his free hand to rub his own hard length up against Wooyoung’s.

Entranced, you stare at how the two cocks slide against each other, precum mingling. Wooyoung’s is long with pretty veins, whereas San’s is more of a blunt instrument, thicker with just a slight curve — both equally mouth-watering in their own way. (“Next time,” San had promised you.)

Wooyoung groans a curse against you, his whines loud even muffled by your wet heat. Your hips swirl harder in response, and you moan wantonly as his pleasure reverberates through you — and his frustration too.

Because San is coldly calculated with his strokes, always careful to make sure Wooyoung is just shy of that final edge he needs.

“F-fuck, San, are—” Wooyoung whimpers when he catches on, his fingers digging harder into your thighs. “Are you—”

“You’re not cumming until she does.”

“She already—!”

“Again,” San cuts in, squeezing the base of Wooyoung’s cock tighter. He makes a noise of disappointment. “Going on and on about drowning in that sweet pussy, but it’s all forgotten the moment your own pleasure is on the line. Selfish, Woo. Is that all you really care about? Blowing your own load?”

You moan weakly, hips shifting against Wooyoung’s tight hold, trying to find his mouth again — and that is what snaps Wooyoung back into it.

“Fuck, don’t you listen to Sannie,” he groans, and sharply sucks at your clit with a lewd sound. “No way I’d forget about you.”

You can’t even be sure whether he’s talking to you or your cunt, and with the way he tongues at the latter? Who the fuck even cares? He can sing a whole damn serenade to your pussy every day of the week if he wants, recite poetry the whole night through; either way, you get everything your body craves for.

Well… Your eyes drift back to San.

Maybe not everything.

The thought crosses your mind, exactly when you are also struck by a distinct advantage to this position; all you have to do is lean forward to press your palms against Wooyoung’s chest, his dark nipples pebbled invitingly. He groans when you scratch lightly across his skin, his hot breath shuddering against your clit. You are tempted to keep going but…

But Wooyoung did deprive you of San’s firm body pressed flush against yours, and his slow, dedicated kisses. Maybe you should not forgive Wooyoung that part so quickly.

Maybe… maybe you feel a little mean right now.

(And a memory of one of Wooyoung’s kinks floats up into your mind, giving you the perfect outlet.)

“Hngh!”

Futilely, Wooyoung’s hips jerk upwards against San’s weight when you pinch at his nipple.

“Oh?” San grins, lips curling in approval. “Looks like someone agrees you deserve a little punishment, Woo. You made her very unhappy.”

Wooyoung moans loudly at the sting, his back arching into your touch. Suckling harder at your cunt, like he is only spurred on by the pain. “She won’t be unhappy for long,” he groans lowly, almost inaudible from underneath you. “Not after I’m done with her.”

Still, his noises get more and more desperate as San continues to edge him, mewling every time you tease at his flushed chest and play with his sensitive nipples. He groans in frustration every time you shift your hips in a way that breaks his rhythm, refusing to let him make you cum just to draw out his torment.

But despite his undeterred enthusiasm, eager to rise the challenge, you hesitate when his moans get just a little weaker. He starts to sound tired, and instead of grinding into him, you instinctively try to shift away out of genuine concern for his oxygen supply.

Wooyoung gives you no chance, yanking you back. “Stay right the fuck here,” he growls.

“Wooyoung, you’re— I don’t want to—”

His teeth sink into your inner thigh, warning you not to move an inch. “I’ll tap out when it’s too much,” he gasps against you. “Promise. Don’t you fucking move — you’re close, aren’t you? Fuck, I can tell, you’re so fucking wet, dripping all over my face. Just let me finish you off, hm? Sit back down, want you right here when you cum. I’ll have you creaming on my tongue in no time, just let me—”

It’s like Wooyoung is hit by some kind of second wind. Immediately he puts proof to promises, introducing his thumb to your clit. Working the digit in perfect tandem with his clever tongue, luring you back into rocking your hips in tune with his fanatical pace.

“Fuck,” you gasp, jaw falling slack. Shit, message received. Wooyoung is fine, no need to worry about him, not when you are the one whimpering and struggling to stay upright.

Your thighs tremble almost painfully; you try to hold out, to keep drawing out Wooyoung’s denial for as long as you can, but deep down you already know you won’t last. Your cunt clenches with every sweeping lick of pleasure that Wooyoung sends through it, a fire stoked by the view in front of you.

San’s teeth are gritted, a drop of sweat running down his temple. His rhythm is less controlled by now, slowly devolving into a mindless rut against Wooyoung’s twitching cock. The slick sound of skin against skin is almost as loud as Wooyoung’s mouth between your legs, and the coil inside you tightens and tightens, inevitable no matter how hard you try to scramble away from the edge. You give into it; your resolve to tease Wooyoung any longer is overriden by your own desperation for release.

You speed up your hips, grinding into Wooyoung while bracing yourself on his chest. He moans when you thumb at his nipples again, his pelvis bucking against San. The motion draws your eyes back to San’s hand; not large enough to wrap around two cocks at once but enough to guide his movements as he jerks himself off against Wooyoung.

San notices you watching, and gnaws at his bottom lip as it curves into a grin. “Look at you, you greedy thing,” he says. “Came twice and still want more, don’t you? Tell me what you need, hm?”

“Wanna watch you cum,” you blurt out without even thinking, “please. Wanna see…”

He sucks in a breath. “Anything you want, baby,” San promises, and he releases Wooyoung’s cock, who whines so loud you can’t tell if it’s relief or desperation. San strokes himself with purpose, his thumb playing against his leaking slit, and it only takes a few expert twists of his fist before he groans, pained bliss contorting his face.

Long ropes of cum spill across Wooyoung’s stomach, even a few spurts all the way up to his chest, and his whines morph into a low moan as the hot seed hits his skin. He squirms when San lazily gathers some on his fingers, spreading the sticky whiteness around.

Then San lifts his hand and offers his glistening fingers to you, an offer you eagerly accept.

“Oh? Wooyoung isn’t the only hungry one, I see,” San teases when you messily slurp around his fingers, swirling your tongue to get a proper taste of him.

You can only moan in response; another high builds up inside your aching, sensitive cunt, climbing and climbing. It is gradual but unstoppable, drawn forth by Wooyoung’s persuasive fingers and insatiable tongue. You scramble for something to hold onto — and find Wooyoung’s hand. He grabs onto you, your fingers intertwined while his other thumb presses against your clit with dogged persistence. Pressure mounts, deep inside your throbbing cunt, until you shatter under its weight.

Your broken sobs are muffled by San’s fingers, drool spilling past your lips and onto your chin. San watches you, fixated on your pleasure, intensifying the depth of your climax. A hot wet release spews out from your core, wrenched from deep inside you, and Wooyoung moans in unexpected delight as you gush onto his waiting tongue. This time Wooyoung does take it easier on your trembling body, languid strokes of his tongue as he has his fill of you. He coaxes out as much as he can, until you are shuddering and spent above him.

San slides his fingers from your mouth when you quiet down, then helps you lift yourself off Wooyoung to slump onto the bed. Gently, San puts a hand on your neck to tip up your chin, and there is a proud gleam in his eyes while he brushes his thumb just underneath your jaw.

“I think Wooyoung did enough to prove himself, don’t you?” he murmurs, patting Wooyoung’s thigh. “Do you want to keep watching, or help me out with him?”

“Hm, help,” you sigh, without hesitation. Wooyoung makes a needy sound in response, and you turn to look at him.

He is a mess, swollen lips parted as he pants for breath. His nose and lower half of his face glazed with your juices, while his hair and forehead are matted with sweat. His eyes are unfocused, his hand still clenched tightly around yours. But he chuckles weakly when he sees you take in his dishevelled state.

“Yeah?” he asks with a tired grin, a glint returning to his eyes. “Made you feel good?”

Rather than give your answer in words, you hold eye-contact with Wooyoung as you bend forward. His cock is flushed dark and achingly hot in your hand, and Wooyoung whimpers a soft sob when you press a kiss on the leaking tip. Neglected and then edged, Wooyoung squirms at even the lightest touch, his breath hitching as tears quickly begin to form in his eyes.

You take mercy on him, sinking down on him with your mouth, relishing his snivelled moan when you hollow your cheeks. His nails dig into your hand and his hips jerk upward — but San is still there, pinning him down. Leaving Wooyoung with no choice but to writhe helplessly while you take him deeper until he nudges at your gag reflex, where you swallow around his cockhead.

“Ahhhhh fuck fuck fuck,” Wooyoung hisses, stuttering a long string of curses, interjected by whiny calls of your name. It does not take any time at all before thick tears roll down his cheeks, his voice caught in a choked up cry when he finally cums, convulsing under San’s strong hands. Heat sparks in your lower abdomen at the sight of Wooyoung’s wretched state, even with your body as worn out as it is, and you moan contentedly as his hot seed hits your throat.

Eagerly, you swallow it down as much as you can. A little bit spills past your lips, dribbling down your chin, but San is happy to wipe it up with a thumb and suck it off himself.

Wooyoung starts to push at you, his release quickly tilting over to overstimulation, and again you take mercy. With a decadent smack, you detach your lips from his cock, still half-hard and glistening.

The look in Wooyoung’s hazy eyes as he stares up at you is pure reverence, and he tugs at you to come lay down by his side.

You don’t fight it, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting you all at once now that everyone has had their dues. So you let Wooyoung cuddle up to you as you lie on your back, his arm and leg thrown across your body.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” Wooyoung mumbles into your shoulder. “Abso-fucking-lutely spectacular.”

“And you are still drunk on pussy,” you giggle, but the praise warms your skin nonetheless.

“Hm. Maybe,” he says. “Doesn’t change facts.”

San chuckles fondly and runs an affectionate hand through Wooyoung’s sweaty hair. “You alright? Both of you?”

Wooyoung lifts his head up to look at San, like the stars are hung in his eyes. “You’re incredible too,” he grins, and you nod staunchly, humming your agreement.

You swear San’s smile turns shy, though he shakes his head like he’s dealing with a pair of incorrigible scamps. “That’s not what I asked, and you know it.”

“’m fine,” Wooyoung says. “Fucking amazing. Gimmi a minute and I can run a marathon.”

“Sure you can,” San indulges him, giving you a quick wink. He gets a washcloth to clean you up, mindful to ask permission first even though you’d given the okay beforehand. The okay still stands; especially with the pleasant ache that has spread through your body, making you loathe to even move an inch.

“God, I’m going to be sore tomorrow,” you groan, wincing despite how careful San is while dabbing at your thighs, bruised from Wooyoung’s… enthusiastic worship. “You’re a damn menace,” you mumble at Wooyoung, who just grins cheekily at you.

“Yep,” he agrees proudly.

San sighs and shakes his head. “Seriously, you really do have a sharp set of teeth on you, Woo. I still can’t believe you bit me like that,” he pouts, lifting up his thumb to show off the faded indents.

Wooyoung’s eyes widen. “Oh shit, was it that hard? Sorry sorry. Got carried away,” he laughs awkwardly, taking San’s thumb to press a light apologetic kiss on the mark. Then his grin returns, bold and mischievous, “But uh, didn’t you say something about a proper punishment?”

San rolls his eyes, and leans forward to land a soft bite right on the top of Wooyoung’s head in retaliation. “Really? You’re saying you’re good to go again?” he asks incredulously, and Wooyoung just shrugs. He really did bounce back quickly this time, almost as energetic again as he was at the start.

“How about you?” San asks, returning to his task of cleaning you up.

God, these two men really are committed to proving they’ll be the death of you, aren’t they? “Give me a minute and I’m good… to watch,” you say, finding a compromise between your depleted body and the interest sparked between your sore, aching thighs.

But San’s moping over Wooyoung’s bite has you thinking; both of them have adapted so smoothly to this new avenue in their sex lives. At no point have you ever detected any jealousy about adding a third person in the bedroom; the only act of possessiveness had been about you. Meanwhile, both San and Wooyoung appear perfectly comfortable to be shared.

“Have you guys ever done something like this before? Threesomes?” you ask curiously. You do know that the voyeurism aspect was new to Wooyoung, but maybe he’s had other experiences?

“San has,” Wooyoung says, tracing absent-minded circles around a bite he left on your stomach.

“Oh?”

San shrugs his shoulders. “I teamed up a few times with a friend, back when I was more active in the BDSM community. Domming together. It’s been a while though.”

“Oh?” Now there certainly is an interesting image.

“I was in an open relationship before,” Wooyoung chimes in again, before you have a chance to get nosy about San’s friend, “but things never, you know, overlapped. Not like this.”

‘Not like this’?

But… what is this?

You can’t help it; you tense up. Wooyoung said ‘relationship’; a word with a broad variety of meanings, with many potential layers to it — but most people narrow it down to one specific kind, especially in connection to sex.

How do San and Wooyoung see this one, with you?

You remember it clearly, the first time you heard of the term ‘aromantic’; it was like a gear clicking into place. It brought clarity to what always felt like a gap between you and the majority of people around you. The solution to a strange mystery of misunderstandings.

You like San and Wooyoung very much, you really do. There is a connection that isn’t contained to a casual hook-up. But depending on what expectations they have, now or in the future, you might not match those — and that makes you a little fidgety. It’s not a failing on your part, you know that, but other people don’t always see it that way.

San notices that you’re sinking away in your own thoughts, and gently nudges you back into his bedroom, back to him and Wooyoung. “Hey. Tell me what’s happening.”

You hesitate, a little embarrassed about how presumptuous some of those thoughts are. For all you know, they don’t think about you like that at all — and maybe never will. All your worries could be completely unnecessary. “Yeah no, it’s not…”

‘Not important’ you are about to say, but you swallow down the words. San always encourages you to be open about boundaries; he has to mean those in a non-sexual context as well, right?

“Okay,” you say, sitting up straight to gather yourself. “So, I really don’t want to make assumptions about how you guys see this going forward, but if this” — you vaguely gesture to the messy sheets on the bed — “becomes a regular thing, then maybe we should talk about some ground rules outside the bedroom too.”

“Yeah, of course,” San says, brow furrowed lightly. He immediately takes it as seriously as you suspected he would, but you still feel a relieved lightness in your chest to have it confirmed.

Wooyoung sits up as well, curious for what else you have to say. “Sure, makes sense,” he says; another confirmation that this is a safe space, and that you are in safe hands. You take a breath, and continue on.

#whichever way

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Babygirl Bracket - FINAL ROUND

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I've included a selection of photos of each contender below the cut:

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#oh dang this is so close #wooyo i believe in you and the power of your babygirlism! ᕦ(òωóˇ)ᕤ

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@bkimrose …are you in my walls??? did you hack my laptop??????

i can’t make any promises on whichever way Yunho shenanigans, which is why this chapter isn’t on the masterlist; foursomes are a lot to write (esp when 3/4 participants share the same hecken pronouns rip. i should let Yunho be cute with gender just to make my life easier) but this man IS my third bias and i DO have Thoughts abt this asdkjkadsjadskj

so to answer your question; yes, there is a chance つ ω ⊂

#whichever way #also have this peek behind the scenes i guess lol; this is how i organise my scrivener (◕‿◕✿)

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so um. @wooyoungisbaby Isak made inquiries abt whichever way Woosan & orgasm denial, how often it happens, whether Wooyoung ever gets to deny San, and oh boy my brain started buzzing lol! it was too long to answer in the replies, so this is ummm, technically a hard thoughts post i guess? very self-indulgent, very stream-of-consciousness

sex-related Woosan musings ahead, with an obvious warning for orgasm denial, but also mentions of dacryphilia & overstim (and somehow it’s abt 700~ words?! brain why?!?!?)

so yes, in pt1 Wooyoung was on a sex ban and didn’t get to cum until he and San were back from their trip lol.

in my head, San does this kind of thing on occasion, but not too often; he doesn’t overdo it bc that will genuinely upset Woo at some point lol. (also bc it means San doesn’t get to fuck Wooyoung either, and San doesn’t want to go too long without fucking Woo :C in like, a sickeningly tender way :C that man yearns for it :C )

also a ban for an entire week like in pt1 is very rare! the opportunity just presented itself bc they’d be with San’s family for the first few days; San had mixed feelings abt getting it on at his parents house, and Wooyoung got snarky abt it so San was like ‘ok i guess you are getting NOTHING for this WHOLE trip then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯’

(ps: now that reader is also in the mix, there are some fun new levels of potential torture to the concept of putting Woo on a sex ban ✪ ω ✪ )

for edging / denying Woo during actual sex; yeah that happens a lot lol — but multiple orgasm overstim is almost just as likely! San loves to change it up; but any given time they have sex, there’s decent odds that either one or the other will happen to Wooyoung… or both if he has the energy >:3

either way, both are real solid methods for San to almost guaranty he’ll have Woo crying before it’s over and what can i say? that man likes his Wooyoung a ruined, teary mess lol

as for whether Woo denies San…

well. in pt6 Wooyoung did know that San would let himself get edged all day long ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

for this version of Woosan, that’s actually a rare kink with which they might fully flip the script and have Wooyoung domming San. (they do have sex without rigid d/s roles, but it’s rare for this San to get deeply subby. tragically ( ╥ω╥ ) it will kinda sorta happen in the fic one more time tho uwu)

and usually it happens when San is real stressed or overworked or otherwise having a Bad Time™

(or if Woo is really really really in the mood for it, but in that case he will have to be on his best behaviour first lol)

they��ll really take their time for it and turn it into a ﾟ☆*Moment*☆ﾟ and it’s lowkey kinda soft; Woo will tease San plenty, obv! Woo likes his San just as teary and whiny as San likes his Wooyoung lol

but Woo is also acutely aware that he is in the caretaker role for once, and that the goal is for San to feel good and relaxed afterwards ♡ so much bodyworship, soooooooo much praise and cuddling in the aftercare <- and the praise goes both ways, bc San is so proud and grateful to Woo for taking care of him like that ;;

(and ofc when Woo’s subbing, he will ABSOLUTELY pull an edge on San if he can; just to multitask at being a menace AND give his boyfriend a lil treat hehe)

…but to come full circle, i’m not convinced that an attempt to put a sex ban on San would work out so great for Wooyoung asdkjadsjk

honestly i’m on the fence whether San’d immediately shut it down bc being the target of punishment is not his thing — but i could see Woo trying it just to be a brat, OR Woo pulls a stunt like ‘you sex ban me? good luck i sex ban you right back’ lol

which derails into an outright battle of endurance bc these two guys are not just incredibly horny but also stubborn asdkjasdjk. honestly they can’t even hold out for that long bc of aforementioned horny-ness and bc they are whipped for each other, but dear god both of them are so fucking stupidly desperate by the time they cave in and shamelessly hump each other again lol oop — and it does cumulate into a round of the shortest but also the MOST high-strung sex they’ve ever had ✪ ω ✪

(bless you Isak for being an enabler, i hope you got smth out of this ♡)

#whichever way #igby’s writing

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ahhhhh thankyou~!!! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt7

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, light angst, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: San opens up, Wooyoung cooks, and time passes.

wc: 5.7k

ch. warnings: no full-blown sex scene but there is smuttish content, dom San, sub Wooyoung, sub reader, strip poker, dry humping, cumming in pants, thigh-riding, overstimulation, titty fuck, light cumplay, vaginal fingering, blindfolds, gettin’ giggly during (an attempt at) sex

San background story: UNLOCKED. Comes with a pinch of angst over a strained past relationship.

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

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

“Yes, Dad, I’ll tell Wooyoung. No I won’t forget, don’t worry about it. Say hi to Mom for me, okay?”

San ends the call, an amused yet weary smile on his face.

“…Did your dad call you just to ask you to ask Wooyoung to call him?”

You stifle a laugh at what you just witnessed, putting a container of blueberries in the shopping cart. The grocery store hums with the sound of background music and other customers around you, not too crowded but still busy enough for a random weekday afternoon.

It’s a sweltering day, afflicted by an early burst of summer heat, and so San has opted for a basic white sleeveless shirt with jeans while you and him go through the shopping list that Wooyoung compiled. It is a true testament to your steady exposure to San’s physique that you aren’t constantly distracted by San’s arms — just a perfectly reasonable amount. (So… still a lot.)

“Yeah, he did…” San sighs, shaking his head as he puts his phone away. He picks up a watermelon and taps it to check for ripeness, a pout still lingering on his lips. “Dad has Wooyoung’s number, I don’t get it at all.”

“Wait, really? That’s… actually kinda cute.”

San stares at you, watermelon still in his hands. “‘Cute’?”

“Yeah! It’s like an excuse for him to also call you, right?” you shrug, picking out some nice-looking peaches.

“Why doesn’t he just call me if he wants to call me,” San sulks, but there is the tiniest hint of smile on his lips. “I swear, he can be such a weirdo.”

“Hm. What’s that thing they say about apples and trees?” you ask nonchalantly.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean!”

“San, you are a bit of a weirdo.”

“Funny,” he corrects you firmly. “I am funny.”

“Don’t get me wrong, weird is good. I like weird! But your dad did call right when you were trying to convince me that you’re secretly immortal.”

“I’m just saying there’s no proof that I’m not! Have I ever died? No!” San says, like he has just outplayed you with the most brilliant ‘gotcha’ in human history.

“Alright, Mr. Immortal,” you grin at him, pushing the cart further along, “then why are you such a scaredy cat anyway? I’ve seen you get jump-scared by Byeol more times than I can count. You have nothing to fear, right?”

“Hey, that cat is a ninja,” San counters, comically serious. “She can get the drop on anyone. There is no shame in getting scared by Byeol.”

Good-natured arguments aside, you and San are a well-oiled machine in the store. You do your groceries together on the regular; it started off one time when you impulsively texted San whether he needed anything, since you figured he’d be tired from working all day after a late night with you and Wooyoung.

But instead of sending a list, San decided to just come with you. Ever since then, it’s grown into a habit for either of you to text a little 🛒❓ before you go out to the store. Sometimes you pick stuff up for San, sometimes he picks stuff up for you, but more often it turns into a group effort.

Just like today; ticking off the shopping list that Wooyoung charged you with. He’s cooking tonight, and you’re excited to finally taste for yourself whether Wooyoung’s promised ‘perk’ of friendship lives up to expectations.

San certainly believes it will, hyping up Wooyoung’s skills as you make your way through the grocery store. You listen to him with a fond smile, slightly worried that Wooyoung might not be able to live up to the sky-high expectations, but also endeared by San’s open adoration of his boyfriend.

Since it’s a hot day, you and San also pick up two ice cream sandwiches, and walk home together.

You squint at San, who lugs around both the watermelon and a heavy bag of groceries. “San, this is ridiculous. I should carry something too.”

San grins. “Nah, you already have your hands full! With snacks!” He eyes his sandwich, then blatantly opens his mouth at you.

“Yeah, and if I took the watermelon, it’d free you up to hold your own,” you point out, but you raise up the frozen snack to his lips so he can take a bite anyway.

He shakes his head with a full mouth, barely taking time to swallow before he makes his protests known. “That makes no sense to me. Besides, it evens up this way,” he says, lifting his hand with the grocery bag up to his shoulder like it’s a dumbbell, then slowly lowering it back down.

“…Weirdo.” You affectionately roll your eyes at him and feed him another bite.

The ice cream sandwiches are gone by the time you reach your apartment building, where you take the elevator up to the top floor. Hands free, you open the door to San’s home and join him inside.

“Aish, Byeol no!” San poutingly scolds his cat when you step into his living room, where Byeol is sitting on the coffee table like it’s her throne. She turns her head at him, lets out a little ‘mrrp’, and refuses to move an inch — and San does nothing to actually remove her from the table, just leaving her be. (What a softie, you think warmly.)

“Wooyoung will be here soon, right?” you ask while you unpack groceries together in the kitchenette; you take them out of the bag, San puts them away or on the counter for later cooking. He also puts some sweet rice in a bowl to soak, as requested by Wooyoung.

“Yeah, shouldn’t be more than—” San starts, but he is interrupted when his phone buzzes insistently yet again. He looks at the name on the screen, and grimaces at you. “Shit, sorry, mind if I take this?”

“Aren’t you popular today,” you tease him. “Go for it.”

San shoots you a look of apologetic gratitude, and answers the call. “Yunho, hey man! Listen, can I call you tomorrow? I got someone over right now. No, not Wooyoung, it’s my neighbour. Y-yes, that neighbour. From next door.”

You had walked over to the coffee table to lure Byeol off the surface, careful so she doesn’t knock San’s reading glasses onto the floor. But when San mentions you, you look up just in time to see how his ears have gone slightly red, and he grimaces at the eye-contact.

“Okay, talk to you tomorrow, Yun-ah!”

You raise an eyebrow at him from your place on the couch, with the fierce and terrifying ninja cat purring loudly in your arms. “So… I am that neighbour, huh?” you joke.

Embarrassment now fully burns across San’s face. “I swear we don’t go around gloating about you,” he rushes to explain, flustered. “Yunho just— I asked him for help on how to approach you, before you walked in on— He, uh, he has some experience—”

“It’s okay, San,” you assure him, taking mercy. “I trust you and Wooyoung aren’t the shag and brag types. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t told anyone about you guys either.” Hongjoong probably also has San mentally catalogued as ‘that neighbour’ in his head. That being said, you are curious about this Yunho and his ‘experience’ now.

“So, uh, Yunho is a friend? Very accomplished in picking up his neighbours for threesomes?” you ask, scritching Byeol behind her ears while she slowly falls asleep.

San laughs lightly, your question smoothing away his earlier embarrassment. “No, no, it’s not exactly like that. I met him back at my first BDSM party; Yunho took me under his wing when he found out how little experience I had. The parties ended up not really being my thing, I prefer to keep it more private, but we stayed in touch. We tag-teamed a few times — usually at his initiative, so when me and Wooyoung got… interested in you, I figured he was my best bet for some advice.”

“Oh? What was the advice?”

San rolls his eyes. “To make sure we asked you somewhere that you could run away from. Fast. In case we creeped you out. Very helpful.”

“Hey now, don’t knock him for that!” you laugh. “One should always give a person access to a solid escape route when soliciting them for sexual favours.”

“It’s not like I planned to corner you in the elevator!”

San strolls over to the couch to flop down next to you, where he runs a gentle hand over Byeol’s grey fur. A hint of a smile tugs at San’s lips when she bumps her head into his hand, and his face is relaxed. It reminds you a little of Wooyoung’s quiet photographs of him, serene and soft.

Curiosity nags at you. You’ve always been interested in San’s history with kink; you just never found the right moment to ask more about it.

“Stop me if this is too personal to ask,” you say, “but how did you end up at a play party? Most of the kinky people I know stick to buying some gear online, do a bit of research on their own.”

“Oh? Huh, good question.”

San chuckles, completely unbothered by your curiosity. It’s not surprising; ever since stepping into this arrangement, San has always been very free-spoken about anything related to sex. He does ponder the question for a moment, thinking it over.

“The kink was only part of it, really. A big part, sure, but the whole emphasis on negotiation and everything really spoke to me too,” he slowly explains. “I looked online into local communities, found some groups, and decided to just take the plunge. I guess I just wanted to be around people who knew what they were doing, you know? I… I really struggled with confidence at the time, thought it’d be nice to see experience in action.”

You blink in surprise at that last part. “Wait, you struggled with confidence?”

Considering how shy San used to be around you, perhaps you shouldn’t be too shocked; but inside the bedroom, you have never known him as anything but a beacon of self-assurance. He takes care of you and Wooyoung with a rough or gentle hand, always certain in his assessment of which the situation calls for. No, you don’t exactly associate San with a lack of confidence.

San is not bothered by you asking this question either, or at least you’re pretty sure, but his brow does furrow lightly, and his fingers gently curl in Byeol’s fur.

“Yeah, I did,” he says with a wry smile. He hesitates, but then continues on. “My old boyfriend, he… Communication wasn’t our strongest point, I guess. It was always on me to take initiative, to figure out what he liked and I just— At some point I couldn’t tell anymore if he was even enjoying himself, or just… going along with it.”

You lightly lean against San, putting a hand on his knee. Not wanting to interrupt, but still wanting to let him know you’re here. Casual acts of affection don’t come the easiest to you, but San looks like he needs one right now. For him, you will try.

His eyes crinkle as he smiles at you in silent thanks. “It’s not that I mind taking the lead or anything,” San says awkwardly, like there is a need to explain himself, “or explore new things together if someone is still figuring out their preferences, but I need something, right? I need to know if it feels good — or if it doesn’t.

“Especially since, well, since I’m into some rougher things,” he says, abashed. “I already had a hard time not feeling guilty about those interests and he… didn’t exactly help. I kept worrying I’d push something bad onto him, that the things I wanted to try were wrong.”

A sympathetic pang of pain rings through your ribcage, and you gently squeeze San’s knee. “There is nothing wrong about the things you want. I’m sorry he made you feel that way. You didn’t deserve that.”

San’s smile deepens at your assurance, but he shakes his head. “Honestly, in hindsight I think he had his own issues to sort out. I hope he has now. We just… weren’t good for each other.”

“San,” you say firmly, exasperation and fondness battling it out in your voice, “sometimes you seriously are way too much of a nice guy.”

He shrugs, grinning at you. “That’s fine by me.”

“Of course you’d say that! It’s okay to be a little resentful at someone who made you fumble around in the dark like that.”

Something complicated shines behind San’s eyes. Like he can’t quite share your feelings, but he still appreciates that you feel them on his behalf. “It’s okay, I’m doing a lot better now,” he assures you, his face brightening again. “Besides, better to look at where it brought me, right?”

“Oh sure, if you insist on being all emotionally mature about it,” you say, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes as you nudge an elbow in his side. “But yeah, I can see how that’d draw you to BDSM, with kink checklists and all that stuff. Must’ve been freeing to have people just flat-out tell you ‘yes, I would like you to tie me up and spank me until I cry, actually’.”

There’s a little pop of warmth in your chest when San laughs. “Exactly! I mean, not that being into kink automatically makes anyone perfect at this stuff, but it still helped me out a lot.” He considers what you said a moment longer, and his lips curve a little sharper as he grins at you. “Soooo… is that a request? The spanking thing? I did take it easy on you last time.”

“You took it easy— San—!” you splutter, giving him another nudge with your elbow. Byeol mrrps in protest at how you shift underneath her. “Fuck, you really got better at that whole confidence thing, huh?”

But you look at him, at his gleaming brown eyes, and as you think back on some of your past interactions with San, their context changes ever so slightly.

Like the way San always softens when he’s praised after an intense scene; or how he had thanked you for being so open with him during your first kink negotiation and after you’d used ‘yellow’ on him. You had simply taken his mindfulness towards your safety and consent as the green flags that anyone should like to see in their sexual partner — but now you can see it goes a little deeper than that.

It was always a given to you, that San would make you feel good and cared for. But San has not always seen it the same way.

San’s attention has shifted back to Byeol, and he scratches the purring cat under the chin while she slowly blinks up to him; looking like the very picture of contentment in San’s trusted care.

“Thank you, for telling me all this,” you say, squeezing San’s knee again.

He grins. “Thanks for being cool about it.”

“Of course I’m cool about it,” you tell him, a little confused that it even needs to be said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Eh,” he says, trying to shrug it off. “It’s not that I thought you wouldn’t be. It’s just, for some people it kinda ruins the fantasy, to hear that their dom has a history of insecurity issues.”

“You’re not a fantasy, you’re San,” you blurt out, stubborn and earnest. “And you are my friend, first.”

San blinks in surprise at your words. (You’re a little surprised yourself.)

“Well,” he says in the abashed silence that follows, while slowly breaking into a soft smile, “thank you. I’m glad to hear that, really.”

You grin back at San, trying not to be overwhelmed by the simple, honest gratitude that glitters in his eyes. “Good. A-anyway,” you continue awkwardly, “you and Wooyoung sure do make a lot of sense, considering. He is not shy about what he likes. Is that how you guys met too?”

San’s shoulders shake with a silent laugh at your ungracious pivot. “Not really, but kinda yeah?” he says, running a hand through his hair as he thinks about the question. “I did meet Wooyoung through Yunho, but they’re mostly gamer buddies. Yunho pretty much set us up; must’ve also realised we’d be… compatible. He’s observant like that,” San chuckles.

“And it’s true, that is what drew me to Wooyoung at first. I liked how outspoken he is about what he wants — and he liked that I like that about him. And then… well, we found a whole lot more to like about each other,” San grins at you, just a little cheeky.

Before you can respond, you hear the front door to the apartment open as the man in question lets himself inside.

“Hey, we were just talking about you!” San calls to Wooyoung when the latter steps into the living room.

“Oh? About how great I am?” Wooyoung says, walking up to the couch to give you a half-hug from behind and kiss San on the cheek. He has come straight from work, still carrying a pleasant waft of the florist shop’s scent around him.

You’re still a little surprised every time you see Wooyoung; he has abandoned his red hair-dye to go back to black. Not as boisterously loud but still strikingly attractive, especially with the way it’s growing out, long strands framing his pretty face. He is wearing simple but elegant black trousers, plus a cream-coloured button up with a relaxed fit, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a low v neckline that falls just short of scandalous. It makes for a stark contrast next to San in his casual summer fit, but the two still look good together, like they always do.

“Nah, I was just saying that you’re probably going to burn all the food,” San teases his boyfriend, feline mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Wooyoung scoffs, smacking San on the shoulder as he pulls back. “All the food? It’s samgyetang,” he says in an indignant pout. “How badly do I have to mess up to burn the soup?”

“You can still burn the chicken,” San suggests helpfully.

“You know what you can—”

“…I’ve burned soup,” you pipe up.

Wooyoung’s exaggerated offence melts away as he looks at you, a distinct sigh of ‘oh honey’ painted across his face.

“I got distracted, alright! Not my fault that I took my eyes off the stove for two minutes and suddenly it was an hour later!”

He pats your cheek with a pitying shake of his head, then turns to San with a flat expression. “Let me know if you ever need a place to stay because a certain neighbour burned the building down.”

“Hey—”

“Thanks Woo, I’ll take you up on that,” San grins, then whispers to you, “Don’t worry, I’ll save you from the fire first.”

“Thanks… but also, rude? Stop assuming I’ll set anything on fire!” you sulk at him. “Is this what I get for confiding in you guys? Mockery and distrust? You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Wooyoung gives you an unimpressed look; you really should’ve known better than to appeal to his sense of shame. Predictably, he banishes you from the kitchenette when he starts to prep the small hens — but there is a small consolation; San gets banished right with you.

This way, you and San end up playing some Mario Cart while the room slowly fills with the mouth-watering aroma of Wooyoung’s cooking. It’s comfortable and homey, with plenty of back-and-forth chatter between living area and kitchen.

Eventually, Wooyoung drifts over to your side while the chickens cook, where he is an energetic and unhelpful backseat gamer to both you and San. He also pointedly shows you the timer running on his phone, like he’s sharing a vital but obscure life hack to prevent burned food.

(Wooyoung also has a brief but animated talk with San’s dad over the phone, and you smile when you catch a few threads of conversation; “Yes, he’s sleeping well, yes. No, we haven’t had dinner yet, I’m working on it! I’ll make sure he eats well too.”)

The meal is delicious, just as San advertised, and perfect for fighting today’s heat. The chicken falls apart with ease, the broth rich and flavourful with ginseng and jujubes. “So? What do you think? Be honest,” Wooyoung badgers you, an intent expression on his face; one that morphs into a happy giggle when you moan around a mouthful of food, nodding at him with knitted brows.

You swallow the food down, and give Wooyoung the most puppy-eyed look you can muster. “This, uh, this isn’t a one-time thing either, right?”

“See, I told you right? Bedroom stuff isn’t the only benefit,” he grins, while San smiles contently at your appreciation of his boyfriend’s skills. One of San’s hands casually massages the back of Wooyoung’s neck, the way he is always casual in his displays of affection.

Every now and then, you do feel like a bit of a third wheel in San and Wooyoung’s presence, like when their shared braincell ricochets off each other in patterns too intricate for you to keep up with, or whenever they get a little too lost in each others’ eyes. However, Wooyoung makes up for it by promoting you to his sous-chef for making watermelon punch, while San is relegated to dish duty.

You sink back into the couch after dessert, drowsy from a sated stomach. Wooyoung offered just one drink with the guys before you take the long journey home but, much like you once burned your soup, your heavy eyes flutter shut for just one second — and suddenly there is a blanket draped across you while you’re curled up against the armrest, and your eyes are bleary and unfocused.

You blink, slightly disoriented while you need a moment to remember where you are. It’s starting to get dusky outside, and some drama plays quietly on the TV. San is sitting right next to you, with Byeol sleeping in his lap and Wooyoung dozed off on his other side, leaned into his boyfriend’s solid frame.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to crash on your couch,” you say, voice a little hoarse, but San shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, eyes crinkled as he winks at you, “I’ll forgive you for breaking the no sleepover rule.”

You make a vague groggy noise, and twist your body to try and get comfortable again. San opens his arm, almost like a question, offering himself as a cushion. You don’t think about it too much, your brain still a little fuzzy from the nap, and curl into him, head resting against his shoulder.

This way, you don’t see how San brightens with the delight of someone who persuaded a skittish street cat to sniff their hand — but you do feel a sudden light pressure on the top of your head.

For a second you stiffen in tension, thinking San kissed you; but you turn slightly to see he just pressed his cheek against your head. A small but important difference in the grey lines drawn around your comfort zone. You breathe out and relax, then wiggle a little closer against him to find a comfortable angle. Safe with your friends.

“What’s the show,” you murmur sluggishly, trying to understand why the lady on the screen looks so tearful.

“Ah, see, she has this daughter,” San whispers back, and he starts an intent explanation of her tragedy that you only half-follow before you drift off again.

San stops talking when he realises you’re a goner again, shaking his head with a chuckle. He just quietly continues to watch the movie, more than happy to be a pillow for the three sleeping figures surrounding him.

As time passes, you reap more and more benefits of your close friendship with San and Wooyoung. Sharing meals, movie nights, casual outings; and something shifts so gradually that you don’t even realise at first. You go from inviting each other into plans, to naturally including one another without second thought.

It’s not that you’re always at San’s when Wooyoung is there, just like you’re pretty sure they still have plenty of sex without you, but the group chat does pop off on the regular. Everyone treats it like a given that time will be spent together; whether it be in the bedroom or not.

Also, it’s not always just the three of you hanging out. You meet some of their friends; many you recognise from Wooyoung’s photographs — although the much-discussed Yunho remains illusive for now, out of town for work. San and Wooyoung meet some of your friends as well; San even has an opportunity to wave at Hongjoong, when he walks in on you during a video call.

(Hongjoong loves mocking you for how you used to insist that this situationship was ‘not too involved’; but meeting a shy yet warm San goes a long way to assure Hongjoong that your judgement is solid this time around.)

Of course, you also continue to reap the classical perk of a ‘friends with benefits’ deal.

You were already well aware that San and Wooyoung both have a ridiculously high libido, with energy to match — and they’ve clearly taken a liking to the dynamic of having a third in the bedroom (of having you). In fact, there truly is no need to worry about intruding on them when you are usually the one who needs a break.

Sometimes you do wonder how long their interest will hold strong. It’s all new and fresh and exciting to them right now; will they revert back to a more private lifestyle once that excitement wears off? But there are no signs of that happening anytime in the near future, and you surrender yourself to the pleasure of the moment, letting yourself get dragged along by their enthusiasm.

As you do so, the nature of your sex life with San and Wooyoung starts to split into two directions; on the one hand, scenes become more planned out as elaborate fantasies are brought to the table, fantasies that sometimes require a degree of preparation. San in particular becomes more vocal about his interests — though he does always keep you and Wooyoung at the forefront of any discussion.

(Wooyoung is always at the ready to give San an encouraging nudge when he needs it, never too surprised by what San brings up. You suspect all of this is only news to you; maybe a side-effect of the openhearted conversation you had with San.)

But while the level of planning increases for some scenes, the level of spontaneity goes up for other moments.

It’s not unheard of for a casual hang-out to take a sudden, heated turn. Once, a memorable game night escalated into a round of strip poker, which further escalated when you discovered that San has terrible luck with cards. You and Wooyoung mercilessly poked fun at him for it — until San finally had enough, and turned the night around in his favour with a firm hand.

He did not allow you or Wooyoung to remove the rest of your clothes; San simply watched while you humped against Wooyoung’s clothed crotch in a frenzy, your own panties sticky and sodden, staining his trousers with your glistening arousal. Desperately you sought out friction, not stopping your rut even when Wooyoung came in his pants with a broken whine. He squirmed and whimpered as you mindlessly kept grinding on his sensitive half-hard cock, his eyes tearing up as he let you use him. But it was on Wooyoung’s thigh that you finally found the right angle, your body shuddering with sweet relief as your cunt clenched on nothing, dripping over the infuriating layers of fabric.

Only then, while you breathlessly kissed away the stray tears on Wooyoung’s cheeks, did San approach. He pulled you off Wooyoung, laying you side by side so he could take a proper look at the mess you’d made of yourselves and your clothes. Still unsatisfied, he’d plunged his fingers underneath your ruined underwear to gather your juices, and used them to slick himself up.

You’d moaned as he fucked your tits, but not as loudly as Wooyoung; San palmed him roughly through his crusted trousers, forcibly bringing him to another orgasm. San had abashedly apologised for making a mess of your bra… but only after he’d stuffed you with three fingers covered with his own cum, pulling your panties aside just enough for access.

That night, you learned a very important lesson about what happens when you tease San too much for losing a game.

(…Maybe not the lesson that San intended, since you were not exactly convinced to never tease him again; but still! A lesson was learned.)

At other times, not all planned endeavours go exactly according to plan either.

You still look back fondly on the time Wooyoung suggested everyone wore sleep masks; thinking it would lead to an evening of excitement and surprise, guessing at who was touching and being touched. But instead, you and the guys kept bursting into giggles as you blindly pawned at one another, clumsily fumbling around on the bed. San finally called it to a halt when he nearly got elbowed in his stomach — but it was not the last time you’d experiment with the masks. Just… not everyone at once.

In many ways, this thing with San and Wooyoung is the ideal situation for you. No pressure of romantic expectations, and a growing friendship that you’re coming to appreciate even more than the mind-blowing sex. (Which is saying a lot, considering.)

There is just that slight nagging in the back of your head sometimes.

The feeling that there is a timer on this arrangement, and that you are waiting for it to end. How long before something changes? Before San and Wooyoung move on to different things, or they choose to ‘focus on each other’, to move in together elsewhere, or start a family that does not include you? Before they simply… lose interest?

You tell yourself it’s silly; you stepped into this knowing fully well that you won’t be fucking around with them forever, and you need to trust that your friendship has grown into something substantial enough to survive a change of situation. That it will last, even after you fall a few steps down the list of their priorities. No matter how unlikely it is that you stay this involved in each others’ lives indefinitely, you will stay involved.

But the thought continues to nag, as thoughts are wont to do.

“We can still be friends if we stop having sex, right?”

You and Wooyoung are hanging out at your place after a long walk through the neighbourhood; Wooyoung with his new camera in hand, you mostly just trudging along for company. Now you’re resting up with a cool drink, keeping Wooyoung company once again as he gives the photos a cursory examination.

But now he blinks at you, surprised and confused by the unexpected topic. The question had slipped out of you without too much forethought, just an impulse you chased during a lull in conversation.

“…Why would we stop having sex?” he asks, a puzzled frown on his face. Like you’ve given him a riddle to solve that he can’t work out. “Do you want to stop having sex?”

“No, of course not!” you are quick to reassure him. “But you know. Things change sometimes. Situations change, priorities change. You can’t always know the future.”

“I guess,” Wooyoung says gingerly, like he never thought that far ahead before. Something draws across his face that you have a real hard time pinning down — but it clears up quickly, making way for a cheeky grin. “Yeah, obviously we’d still be friends. You’re not getting rid of us that easily.”

The grin is reassuring, but you can’t quite shake Wooyoung’s earlier expression from your mind. “Good,” you say, winking back at him. “Hey to be clear, I seriously don’t plan to stop things. I just… wanted to make sure, I guess.”

“Yeah, no, I get it! You’re making sure we don’t ditch you,” he teases, poking at your cheek. “Just don’t ditch us either, alright?”

“Of course not,” you say, rolling your eyes as you wave his hand away. “That was the whole poi— Oh!” You get distracted when your phone lights up with a text. “San’s on his way, how about we get started on some food?”

Somewhere along the line, you’ve managed to convince Wooyoung that you’re not a walking fire hazard, which has led to the occasional team-up to make dinner. And today you are extra antsy to get started, considering what has been planned for later this evening.

By the time San walks in, you and Wooyoung have fallen into your familiar patterns in the kitchen, with easy and cheerful chatter that has chased the earlier awkwardness out of memory. San kisses the top of Wooyoung’s head, smacks you on the backside, light and casual (you aren’t even fazed anymore), and swipes a piece of pork from right underneath your nose.

“Aish, just five more minutes, you can’t even wait that long?” Wooyoung scolds him, but you secretly feed San another piece not ten seconds later.

Wooyoung gives you a massive side-eye when he catches you sneak bites to San — but in your defence, it’s really hard to be firm with San when he’s looking at you with shiny guileless eyes and stuffed cheeks. “The faster we eat, the faster we get to the fun after, right?” you say, barely even trying to justify yourself.

“Everyone’s always in a hurry these days. Rushing so much you won’t even taste the food. Does anyone appreciate a well-cooked meal anymore?” Wooyoung grouses, but you are not fooled. He is just as restless are you are, casting regular glances at you and San.

After all, there is quite the night planned for Wooyoung.

#whichever way #i feel like i don’t say this enough but a huge pop of warmth always goes off in my chest whenever i spot a familiar name (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡#really appreciate you sticking with me ♡

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a flow that digs into your whole body | san/reader

Sometimes you have fun torturing Choi San until he begs and cries beautifully.

Fandom: Ateez

Pairing: San/Reader (gender neutral, any gender identity)

Member: San

Length: 1395 words

Genre: Smut

Triggers/Warnings/Tags: smut, edging, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, crying, dacryphilia, aftercare

“Not yet,” you say, seeing San close his eyes first in pleasure then in frustration when you stop your hands.

“Please, no more,” he begs, so beautifully, a light sheen of sweat covering his naked body, his abs glistening in the bedroom light.

You press a finger to his lips, shushing him, his top lip going up with the slight pressure. His tongue tentatively licks your finger, then sucks into his mouth, his tongue circling the digit and he bites playfully.

“Behave,” you say as you press on his tongue, making him stop, “or I will increase the number of edges.” His eyes open wide and he shakes his head, his begging of please no clear in his expression yet muffled by the finger on his tongue. “Good boy.”

You let your hand close around his cock again and San takes a deep breath, bracing himself for what is about to happen - yet again. His cock is red at the tip, leaking deliciously, and oh so sensitive. This is more than you had ever done before, but San had asked for this, for you to push him just a little more than the last time. He is so close to crying, eyes watery whenever you stop your movements just shy of his orgasm, but he still has two more edges to go through before he is allowed to cum. Eight in total, you had decided in secret, one for each member in the group. He asked for the number to be a secret; he wanted to beg for an orgasm each time, and who were you to say no to him when he was asking so eagerly to be tortured like this?

You drizzle more lube over your hand, one hand holding him at the base firmly while the other focuses on circling the engorged head with your palm, making him even more sensitive to your touch. His hips start to move lightly, and his hands go to his face, pressing his own fingers onto his lips, the pleasure starting to overtake his body, and you know he is bracing himself for the possibility of another edge. His pleas are more desperate this time as you feel his cock starting to pulse under your ministrations and you stop just in time, a chuckle coming out of your mouth as you watch his hips move up and down, chasing friction that is no longer there. A single tear rolls out of the corner of one of his eyes, never ending pleases coming out of his mouth - and you are certain he is not aware he is saying them.

“Sh… just a little more, baby, I know you can take it,” you comfort him, your hands now caressing his trembling legs, waiting for him to calm down from what apparently is a very hard and close edge. His cock seems even angrier than before, red, turgid, more precum leaking out of the tip. Seven edges so far. Seven times you stopped him at the last second from tipping over into an orgasm.

When his breathing calms down enough, your hands start touching him again, going up his legs and past where he wants you the most, caressing his abs then his chest. You focus on his nipples for a moment, lightly pinching until he almost sobs with pleasure, his hands closing into fists by his side. You are so proud of him, unraveling gorgeously before your eyes, not afraid to let himself feel and be taken care of. When your fingers touch his erection he sighs in relief, his abs clenching, breathing deeply. You know it won't take long now, each time he gets closer quicker than the last. You get closer to him, sitting on his legs, because you know for the next step, you will need to control his hips, stop him from moving so much. He is stronger than you, yet you know in these moments you just have to look at him and he will not move an inch. You use both of your hands now, circling his cock, moving fast and tight, up and down, twisting just slightly to increase his pleasure, and you feel him wanting to buck his hips, but he is careful of you sitting on his legs. You see his hands going up to his face again, now grabbing the pillow under his head and he starts begging again.

“Please, let me cum, please, please, no more..” you see another tear rolling down his cheek when he raises his head to look at you while he pleads, and when you answer that this will be the last one, a loud sob escapes his mouth. You assure him that he can do it, he will be good for you one last time, and he nods, signaling you he is about to reach the edge. He closes his eyes and whines loudly when your movements stop, praises leaving your mouth. You know he needs reassurance before the next step.

When he starts to relax into the bed, you start touching him again, closing your fist only over the engorged and leaking head of his cock, and you are certain he has forgotten about this next part. Just as you feel his cock start to pulse, when he starts to over the edge, you stop your movements and hold down his arms, and he whails, his orgasm ruined and frustrated, Iiquid spilling from his cock without any stimulation, his hips wanting to more, searching for some, any kind of friction to enhance it. And he cries. Beautiful large tears run down his cheeks and onto the pillow as he shakes his head, saying no no no over and over again. It is mesmerizing - both his tears and his cock leaking cum almost non-stop.

But he has suffered enough, you decide. You let the frustration of a ruined orgasm run through his body for a few moments before you start stroking him again, his cum enough lubrification to help your movements. He shakes and trembles and begs again, this time for you to stop, too sensitive from the lack of real orgasm as the overstimulation hits, but you don’t stop. He has his safe word if he needs to truly stop what is happening, so you continue, movements faster, his cock still hard and red, and you know he is approaching another orgasm quickly. He grabs the bed sheets so tightly that you think they’ll rip under his strong hands, his muscles bulging, legs clenching and unclenching under you.

The next orgasm builds so quickly that you almost miss it, if it were not for the telltale signs that you learned. “Come on, baby, you can cum for real now, you deserve it, nice and hard for me, let go,” you order and he obeys. He is loud as he cums, true pleasure overtaking his entire body, from the tip of his hair to the tip of his toes and fingers, vision going dark as he shuts his eyes and contorts his body, not realizing he threw you to the side - but it is fine, you were expecting that, so you were bracing yourself for the moment.

His entire body trembles again and he cries, this time from fulfillment, from ecstasy, from satisfaction. But you also know that he is going to be overwhelmed, so you hug him tightly against your body, not minding the fluids and stickiness in your hands as you caress his hair and press him on your chest. He continues crying, and you tell him to let everything out, that you are there to take care of him. You keep repeating the praises, “You are so good, Choi San, so good to and for me, I am so proud of you, you did so well,” until he calms down enough for you to make him drink some water, small sips with his eyes still closed, slowly coming back to you. You know he will complain about the stickiness later, but for now you focus on him, who is hugging you almost like a big koala. It takes a while, but he smiles at you, gratitude in his eyes. Gratitude for your care, for your love. Gratitude that it is you that he trusts to take him apart to small pieces and then piece him back together like this.

#igby’s library #ASSAJKKSJDAASKJJKDSKJSDKJDSJKKJDSJKDSJKSJK #I LIVE HERE NOW #NEVER MOVING OUT YOU COULDN’T DRAG ME OUT OF HTIS FIC IF YOU TRIED #OHMYGODHDSJASJDHSAKJHDAJHDSJHKJASDJKDASD #HE IS SUCH A GOOD BOY I’M BITING MY FIST GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD #and then that final line wow pulverise me with feelings right at the end askjddsajksad #SO GOOD

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asdkjadkjdsa!!! again i’m trying to be coherent where i can but ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

‘really appreciating the very real moments of clarity and sense that Reader has. it makes it so realistic that she’s not just 100% on board with everything immediately, or knows exactly what she likes without having ever tried it. it’s refreshing! :)’ ahhhhh and i really appreciate this!!! (◕‿◕)♡ obv whichever way is still a very self-indulgent fictional fantasy, but i really liked taking a kinda realistic approach and cover a few things that i rarely see in fic hehe. it always makes me really happy to see others actively onboard with things like this and the colour checks and stuff! (♡μ_μ)

‘HE S A SLUT I LOVE HIM SM!!!!!’ SUCH A (:3 」∠) SLUT AND I WOULDN’T HAVE HIM ANY OTHER WAY ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

‘not to be a brat apologist but Woo deserves to cum every which way as much as he wants. he deserves the world. i’m glad San isn’t as forgiving as me bc i do also enjoy some edging/denial pffff’ can’t deny Woo? go in the other direction w/ overstim >:3

‘he’s doing amazing :’)) although, like Reader, i wish he had said whore/slut out loud ehehe.’ lol here’s a bit of behind the scenes trivia no one asked for; San did actually call Wooyoung a cockslut in the original outline asdkjasdjk — but while writing, the entire fic grinded to a halt bc reader had explicitly veto’d hard name calling and i kept thinking ‘ohhh San would not be feeling happy with himself rn’ (｡•́︿•̀｡)

AND I’M A SOFTIE FOR THIS MAN EVEN WHEN HE’S FICTIONAL OKAY i didn’t want San having to emotionally navigate through that slip-up right during their very first time together askdjasdjk also it disrupted the story flow real bad lol; so instead the colour check moment became a lil sprinkling of dumbification ( ◡‿◡ ✿)

‘CHUMEIL CHWO BREAK THAT WALL URI FEELRO YEOGIJEO--’ AKSJKSDAKJDSAJKSDJKKDSJ LOL ISAK— is2g i’m cracking up constantly asdkjasdjkdas

‘FUCK hes so perfect. wgat the fuck. i am in love. i wanna be him i wanna marry him.’ god hard same

‘re-reading this and knowing about San’s insecurities, and that Woo does this to soothe them, is so sweet :’)’ noooo but i’m so happy you mentioned this bc i really liked the idea that after ‘the reveal’ someone could reread the fic and see some things in a new light AND YOU DID THAT ALDKAJSDJKDSJKAS ( ╥ω╥ )

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt 2

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: You follow through with Wooyoung’s suggestion, but it looks like things aren’t ending there.

wc: 7.4k

ch. warnings: hard dom San, bratty sub Wooyoung, voyeur reader, consensual voyeurism/exhibitionism, kink negotiation, m x m, anal sex, rough sex, spanking, masturbation, dirty talk, blowjob, handjob, dumbification & degradation (@ Wooyoung), a hint of dacryphilia, praise kink (@ reader), safeword colour check (it’s green), aftercare

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

(also the first 2k of this chapter is basically kink negotation i got carried away i’m so sorry lol)

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

“Hey. Sorry, it’s just me today,” San says, opening the door to let you inside. “Wooyoung got called into an extra shift at work.”

It’s just a mere few days after the memorable incident that capsized your entire relationship with your friendly neighbour Choi San, and here you are again, walking into his apartment.

He is still your friendly neighbour Choi San, of course, but now he is also the Choi San that you accidentally walked into while he was fucking his boyfriend — and he will soon become the Choi San who fucks his boyfriend in front of you with full consent from all parties involved.

And right now? Right now he is the Choi San who invited you over for a friendly chat about establishing ground rules.

This is totally fine. You are totally fine.

Somehow, some absurd chain of events has led you to this point, and you can’t quite work out how it happened. You are inclined to blame Byeol for it all, though you’re not sure yet how. It’s her fault for needing to eat, or something like that. If she could just go a week without food, you never would’ve been in San’s apartment that day.

Yeah. This is all on Byeol. Rock-solid logic right there.

“No Wooyoung? Oh, no sure, that’s fine,” you tell San, like it does not take a godlike amount of strength to meet his eyes directly. Like your brain doesn’t conjure up the memory of him sucking and biting at Wooyoung’s neck every time you see him. “Or should we do this some other time, when he can be here, too?”

While you are struggling to keep a tight hold on your one last thread of self-composure, San seems remarkably well-adjusted, especially considering how flustered he had been that day. Now that the initial shock has passed, his mannerisms are relaxed and easy — but you?

Your unexpected surge of Wooyoung-induced boldness had run out of juice approximately two seconds after leaving San’s apartment, and you’d only grown more antsy since then. Your days were spent second-guessing the whole thing and fighting back the urge to look up new apartment listings.

(You can’t decide if San’s ability to stay calm and composed is ridiculously unfair, or if it is for the best. At least one of you has their shit together.)

San looks casual and homey today, dark hair still wet from a shower. He’s wearing comfy socks with grey sweats and a simple black shirt that should, in theory, be oversized; but the fabric clings onto San’s broad chest in a way that is very distracting, his collarbones exposed by the wide neckline.

(That shirt is definitely unfair. Does San have no compassion for your poor nerves??)

“Wooyoung gave me the okay to go ahead without him,” San says, gesturing an invitation for you to step into the living room. “I know what he wants out of this, what his limits are. Is that alright with you?”

You hesitate for a moment — but honestly? If you already struggle this much to keep yourself from bolting out the door with just San in the room, you can’t trust how well you’ll cope with Wooyoung here too. It might take a few extra days to gather the mental strength required so you can face the memories that he conjures in your head. Like when his— (NOPE. Stop! Stop that right now, brain!! Cease and desist!)

“Yeah, if Wooyoung’s okay with it, then I’m okay with,” you say, smiling back at San. Nailed it; you are being so normal about this. “Let’s talk.”

And so you do.

San sits you down on the couch where he joins you, a literal arm’s length away to give you some personal space. He also hands you a mug with a hot drink — your favourite, and you feel a flattered burst of happiness that he remembered from some random smalltalk ages ago.

You weren’t sure what to expect out of this conversation — or actually, you had not expected a conversation at all.

It seemed simpler to just…dive in, as it were. They fuck, you watch; high fives all around afterwards. Probably the most awkward fives that were ever highed but still; pretty straightforward, right?

But San insisted on laying out some ground rules beforehand, and as the conversation unfolds, you understand why.

It’s not that San overwhelms you with a multi-page kink inventory (“Maybe for some other time,” he jokes), nor does he take all the spontaneity out of it with a five-step business plan, laying out what will happen to the smallest details. He just…answers some of your questions, asks some questions of you, forcing you to actually solidify your thoughts about what your boundaries are — even as ‘just’ a spectator.

No, you don’t mind if they get a bit rough. What does ‘a bit rough’ look like to you? Oh, that’s a good question, actually. No, no you’re down for that. Umm, oh that’s quite… Yeah, of course they can talk to you during the scene; you’d feel weirder if they ignore you completely.

You’re no longer surprised that San is so calm today; he is obviously in his element, experienced in this type of kink negotiation. He does let out the occasional self-conscious chuckle — but that only makes him more endearing, his warm nature blanketing the strange formality of hashing out these limits.

Somehow, he strikes a sweet spot between keeping the dialogue casual enough that you don’t feel pressured, but thoughtful enough that you know he is taking you, and this whole thing altogether, seriously.

It helps to put you at ease; San knows what he’s doing, makes you feel like you are in safe hands. He explains how exactly he and Wooyoung use the traffic light system for safe-words, and he is quick to take anything off the table that you waver on, never pressing your boundaries.

Gradually, you find an inner calm in the reminder that you want this to happen, while San’s lack of judgement is a soothing assurance that it’s okay to want this to happen. Every person involved has given their enthusiastic consent — you may have stumbled into San and Wooyoung the first time, but this is different.

This time, you are making the conscious decision to step through the door, knowing what will be on the other side; and you can turn around any time you want to. You just don’t want to.

“Hey, thank you by the way,” San says at one point, “for being so open about this. Makes it a lot easier for me.”

“It does?”

He nods, his eyes curving. “Less stressful when I know what everyone’s expectations are. I don’t mind improvising, but it’s comfortable to have a baseline to work off, you know.”

Huh. You hadn’t thought about it from San’s perspective, but yeah, that makes sense. You tell him this, and thank him for making it easy on you, too. San’s eyes shine as he lets out a small, breathy laugh, like he is the one endeared by you right now.

“What about touching? Did we cover that yet? Maybe it goes without saying, but just to say it anyway,” he continues smoothly. “Off the table, right? Keeps things simpler. We don’t touch you, you don’t touch us. …We’re alright with you touching yourself, though, if you want to.”

San adds the last part so casually that it takes a beat for the suggestion to sink in — but then your breath catches at the thought, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. For weeks you had held back from touching yourself to their muffled noises, and now they themselves are giving you permission to do so right in front of them? Oof.

“Oh? You hadn’t thought that far ahead, hm?” San says when he notes your dazed reaction, and the curve of his smile goes just slightly cocky. “Give it some thought, I’ll trust you to make up your mind on your own.”

“I think I already have,” you blurt out, resisting the unbidden urge to rub your thighs together.

San leans back, his grin showing a flash of teeth. “Good, I like that,” he says, and the simple confidence of his words does something to you. Something that makes you feel more than a little bummed that you’ll only be there as a spectator — but hey, at least that means you don’t have to bring up your IUD and clean bill of sexual health. “One last thing,” San goes on, “then I think we can wrap this up.”

You give him a curious look, encouraging him to continue.

“Wooyoung can get…mouthy,” San says, cautiously.

…

“No way,” you deadpan. “You’re joking.”

San gives you an exasperated look, one that you’ve caught him giving Wooyoung from time to time, but moves past your comment. “He likes to rile me up, likes it when I’m rough with him.”

This isn’t exactly news to you; where is San going with this? “So, uh, kind of like what was going on when I walked into you guys?”

It’s the first time that you’ve acknowledged what happened, and you can’t tell if saying the words out loud makes you die a little on the inside, or if it sets the most cringe-ridden part of you free. There is something strangely liberating about just speaking frankly; perhaps that is the secret behind Wooyoung’s bold audacity. Shame loses some of its power when you own up to things.

San does fluster a bit; apparently his miraculous recovery from the embarrassment of that day is not as complete as it seems, his endless composure not so endless after all. “Y-yea, no— It’s not…not always that mild,” he says, “the way I talk to him, that is.”

Mild?

You have vivid memories of how San had mocked Wooyoung for cumming untouched, the look on his face, the taunt in his voice. A stark contrast with the soft-hearted man sitting next to you now. So that was mild for them?

…Huh. Interesting.

San manages to recompose himself, while you mull over this new piece of information.

You feel curiosity, but also an instant discomfort that you can’t quite explain. The discomfort causes an immediate reflex to push it all down and ignore it, to pretend that you are fine with anything that San and Wooyoung want to do.

But San sees the hesitation in your face, and you know that you cannot hide your gut feelings from him. He will not let you. You try to relax, and remember that San has literally just thanked you for being open with him; this needs to be an honest conversation. Not only for your comfort, but for San’s.

“It’s not a judgement thing,” you immediately rush to reassure him. The last thing you want to do is imply that you’re kink-shaming him or Wooyoung. People like what they like, it’s got nothing to do with you. (Except this time it does have something to do with you, since you will be right there.) “I’m fine with anything like what I already heard, but hard name-calling or something like that… I’m not sure. It’s just—”

It’s just that San and Wooyoung have built a foundation, able to lean on their experiences and mutual trust when the harsher words come into play. They know that every degrading insult has the purpose to make the other feel good, even if it may seem counter-intuitive on a surface level. You are an outsider looking in — and you struggle to predict how you’ll respond to anything less ‘mild’; whether it will be just as exciting to you as it is to them, or only upsetting.

(Rationally you also know perfectly well that San would never say anything that Wooyoung isn’t on board with; but the connection between rationality and arousal is shaky at best.)

“No need to explain yourself,” San says, waving your concern away with his hand, “it’s all good. I’ll make sure it doesn’t go too far. There’s more than one way to deal with Wooyoung.” He adds a wink at the end, a cocky undertone in his words, but there’s still a hint of shyness burning at his ears. The dichotomy of it all is ridiculously endearing.

San walks you out the door, where he stops you for just a moment. “Sorry again for forgetting to text you,” he says. His smile is apologetic, but the sharp edge of embarrassment seems to have worn off of him too, the words calm. “I’m happy we’re doing this, Woo and I had been trying to think of a way to bring it up with you, I just— It would’ve been nice if we’d figured something out before…you know.”

You pat his arm, reassuring him that it’s all good between you. The catalyst to this turn of events had shaken you, but now? Now you feel steady in walking forward. Still a bit nervous, but (mostly) good nerves. Steady.

(Maybe you ought to buy Byeol some extra treats.)

“What would that conversation have even looked like?” you ask with a small chuckle. “‘Hey, want to watch us fuck?’ I mean, yeah, but that’s still pretty wild to ask your neighbour out of the blue.”

“And there we were, so worried about scaring you off,” San says, laughing.

“Well,” you say, puffing up your chest, “as you can see, I don’t scare easy.”

It’s just a line to poke fun at yourself and the whole situation, but San gives you another of his easy, confident grins, adorned by dimples. “No, you don’t. I like that too.”

You had worried that your discussion with San would take the excitement out of things, but those worries are unfounded. With the worst of your stress out of the way, anticipation has a chance to build up — and in a way, it’s kind of refreshing to have some idea of what to expect out of this, even if you won’t participate directly. No fumbling around blind to figure out what works for everyone, where the limits are. Just clarity.

Besides, it’s not like you have a play-by-play of what will happen. The only thing you know for sure is that you’re in for a memorable night.

Wooyoung confirms the latter as soon as he opens the door to greet you with a sly grin, biting his bottom lip.

“It’s good to see you again,” he says playfully, completely unbothered that he was buck naked the last time you saw him. Now he is wearing tight leather pants with a simple short-sleeved black shirt that shows off his arms — and again with the wide neckline! What is it with these damn men and their stupidly attractive collarbones!

Wooyoung notices how you check him out and preens immediately. He pushes his hair back with a suggestive wink, striking a little pose. “It’s a sexy look, right? Right?”

“Woo, don’t tease her,” San calls out from inside the apartment.

There is something about San’s voice that has you on alert, an edge of authority that you never heard from him before; but Wooyoung appears immune to it.

“I wasn’t teasing!” he calls back, rolling his eyes while he gestures you to come in. You note how his gaze lingers on the short skirt you’re wearing, but also that he does not touch you on the way to the bedroom; is he already taking the ground rules into account? You feel that slight pang of disappointment again; Wooyoung’s ass just looks so pinchable in those pants.

The lights are dimmed in the bedroom, and you step through the door with a mix of excitement and nerves — but they still are good nerves, only enhancing the excitement. San is already inside, waiting for you and Wooyoung.

This moment marks the first time you’ve ever seen Choi San shirtless.

You suck in a sharp breath, unable to help yourself.

You should not have been surprised; you’ve seen his arms on hot summer days where he hangs out in a sleeveless shirt, you know how wide those shoulders are just from seeing him in his regular clothes. And with the knowledge that San is one, a martial arts instructor and two, a certified gymrat to top it off; no, you should not have been surprised.

Not by the shadowed definition of his abs, not by the smooth expanse of his chest, tapered down to a slim hips where a faint treasure trail disappears into the waistband of his baggy, faded jeans. Add the tension in his jaw, his sharp narrowed eyes, the imposing posture; and San has undergone a total transformation, unrecognisable from the gentle guy next door.

You have always thought of the two men as gorgeous, but fuck. Whatever the you of a previous life has done to earn you this today, you send her a silent thanks.

San is unfazed by your moment of stunned admiration, simply showing you the comfy chair he’s readied for you. You sit down meekly; you may not be involved in the scene directly, but his dominant air still wraps around you. Usually you would describe San’s appearance as masculine handsomeness balanced with a perfect dose of cuteness, but now there is an edge of roughness to him, even by just standing there.

Wooyoung looks from you to San, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“What are you doing, showing off like that?” he says; bold words for a man who just posed to show off his (admittedly fantastic) ass in those leather pants. “You really want to impress her, trying to look tough, huh? Just do what you always do, geesh, that’s already fucking hot enough.”

The compliment slips past almost unnoticed, but Wooyoung turns to you before San has a chance to react. “Did you know,” he goes on, with the grin of a born troublemaker, “Sannie seriously did push-ups before you got in here. I think he’s nervous, isn’t that cute?”

His grin widens when you crack into a smile, so caught off guard by Wooyoung’s reveal that you have to muffle a laugh. It is cute.

San’s face goes dark while he watches Wooyoung mouth off. Your sweet neighbour would be flustered by the callout, but San isn’t your sweet neighbour right now. He has slipped into a different mode, and won’t be knocked out of it by Wooyoung’s antics.

Instead he takes two long strides across the room and without warning, grabs Wooyoung’s chin, tilting it up. “I think it’s time you shut your mouth and use it for better things,” San says, his voice rough.

Wooyoung softly gasps a surprised ‘ahh’, his body instantly reacting to San’s forceful touch. San’s eyes flash at the way Wooyoung’s back arches, a sharpened half-smile on his lips.

(“He likes to rile me up,” San had told you — but clearly San likes to be riled up, too.)

San pulls Wooyoung forward, mouths clashing in an aggressive kiss. Immediately he palms the crotch of Wooyoung’s leather pants, kneading at the growing bulge. Wooyoung groans, his teeth digging into San’s bottom lip while his hands cling onto broad, bare shoulders to keep his knees from buckling.

You rub your thighs together at the sight, a familiar pressure building in your lower abdomen. Your breaths go shallow, eyes unsure of where to focus.

Down to the smooth roll of Wooyoung’s hips as he humps into San’s hand, up to the way their jaws shift as the kiss gets messier; giving you more and more sloppy peeks at their tongues sliding together with wet, eager moans. San’s grip on Wooyoung’s chin is still unrelenting, manoeuvring the shorter man in whichever way pleases him.

A slow hand travels down your thigh, knees parting by instinct as your fingers slide in between. You’d wisely foregone on underwear, and you can feel the easier slide through just one layer of fabric, a growing damp spot where you rub the skirt against your clit. Your inhibitions are lowering rapidly, a soft whine joining Wooyoung’s loud one when his hips begin to stutter — and San immediately pulls away.

“F-fuck,” Wooyoung hisses, chasing after San’s hand. “C’mon, just let me—”

“And let the show end so quickly?” San asks, finally releasing Wooyoung’s chin to give him a condescending pat on the cheek. “That’s real greedy of you, Woo.”

Wooyoung scoffs. “You know I can go for more than one round, you’re just being a— f-fuck, San—!”

With a sharp smack, the flat of San’s hand strikes against Wooyoung’s ass. Just from the sound, you think even San’s palm must hurt from the impact against leather. Wooyoung jolts forward, mouth fallen open as he pants for hard breaths. He lets out another moan when San tangles his hand in those fire red locks of hair, forcing Wooyoung’s head at an angle.

“You think you deserve to cum more than once, after mouthing off like you just did?” San says, his voice cool, an almost detached expression on his face. “You’re lucky I don’t call the whole thing off right here.” His free hand undoes the button of his jeans, the sound of his zipper loud in the quiet bedroom. He is not wearing anything underneath. “Here, prove that you’ve earned one at all, or do you want to disappoint our guest? On your knees. Now.”

For a moment Wooyoung looks ready to balk — but then his eyes dart to you and he visibly swallows down a retort, obediently getting down.

Obedient, for you.

Your fingers press down a little harder into your cunt, aching at Wooyoung’s compliance, all to please you. The barrier of fabric becomes increasingly frustrating, its damp spot growing outright soggy as you whine a soft moan.

Wooyoung’s eyes immediately snap back to you, glittering as he watches the swirl of your fingers, the tensing of your thighs, partially covered by the skirt that is slowly riding up. He licks his lips, eyes hungry.

San chuckles at Wooyoung’s meeker demeanour. “So eager to have her watch you suck my cock, hmm? Would’ve done this much sooner if I’d known how quick you’d be down on your knees.” He runs his hand through Wooyoung’s red hair, forcing him back to the task at hand.

Wooyoung stares up with a glower, wrapping his hand around the thick, half-hard cock. He parts his lips and leans in — for a small, rebellious bite on San’s hip.

San hisses, his grip on Wooyoung’s hair tightening. “Play nice,” he warns in a low growl. “I can still change my mind about all this.”

Silently, Wooyoung simply laps his tongue at the bite; to soothe the mark, but also to take pride in it. A last act of defiance before his mouth closes around San’s cock with a soft wet sound, and he hollows his cheeks as he sinks down.

You’re spellbound, watching how Wooyoung noisily sucks and bobs his head. Moaning decadently, heavy-lidded eyes transfixed on San’s face. San takes shallow breaths, staring right back at Wooyoung and the glossy shine of spit that spreads over his hardening cock with every pass of Wooyoung’s mouth. You swallow thickly when Wooyoung’s cheek bulges, his fingernails lightly scratching the exposed skin of San’s thigh. It must be sensitive; San bites his lip, his hand balling into a fist in Wooyoung’s hair.

“Little faster, Woo. Work for it,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse. “You think I’ll take it easy on you just because we have company?”

Wooyoung lets out a whiny noise but eagerly follows the lead of San’s hand guiding him, now working his cock in earnest as his speed picks up. Drools escapes the corner of his mouth, more dribbling down with every muffled wet moan.

Desperate for friction, Wooyoung’s hips roll forward uselessly — but San stands still as a rock in contrast, content to make Wooyoung’s swollen lips slide up and down his thick length. He’d look utterly unaffected if not for the rise and fall of his chest with hard breaths, his jaw clenched as he watches Wooyoung go deeper with every pass.

Your last shreds of inhibition crumbles away, the sharp pulse in your cunt harder and harder to ignore. You are burning, and your boldness grows in direct proportion to your desperation for relief. A hand slips underneath your skirt, and you sigh at the direct contact, greeted by a slick mess.

San’s eyes flicker to you at the sound, his eyes piercing into the point where your wrist disappears underneath your clothes. You aren’t sure how much he can see, your skirt hiked up but still providing some cover — but you are sure he can hear the faint squelch of arousal as you fall into a rhythm, fingers sliding across your clit in familiar, toe-curling patterns.

You can’t even feel shy anymore at San’s enthralled stare, so deep in the chase for pleasure that his attention only spurs you on. Soft gasps for breath, your lips parting to give free passage to a shameless moan.

“Fuck,” San curses softly, and pulls Wooyoung’s mouth off of him.

Wooyoung is dazed, his eyes a little glassy, and he is reluctant to part his lips from San’s cock. He looks up in hazy confusion, lifting a hand to wipe his smeared face clean.

“Leave that,” San snaps, lightly smacking Wooyoung’s hand away. “Clothes off. On the bed.”

Wooyoung is too far out of it to even consider disobeying, his movements rushed and clumsy as he strips down. San is more controlled as he shucks off his jeans, then grabs for a bottle of lube from his nightstand. He watches approvingly how Wooyoung get on all fours, squeezing the base of his cock to take the edge off before he joins his boyfriend on the bed.

“Here,” he says, grabbing onto Wooyoung’s hips to manhandle him into a position where you get almost a full profile view, then roughly turns Wooyoung’s head towards you. “Let her take a good look at that face, what a pretty mess you made of yourself.”

Wooyoung is a pretty mess; eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open, lips and chin glistening with saliva and precum, his red hair unruly but pushed back to expose his forehead and the small studs of his eyebrow piercing. He is breathing shakily, bent down on his forearms; his back arches prettily, pushing his ass up into the air, and he rocks back in anticipation of having San’s hands on him.

But Wooyoung’s eyes slowly come back into focus when they fall on you, mesmerised by the same view that captivated San only a moment before. He hisses when you bite back a moan, deliberately shifting your thighs to make the skirt ride up higher. “Talk about pretty messes,” he groans. “Fuck.”

You whine, the praise blooming hotly in your abdomen. It’s hard not to squirm under Wooyoung’s heated gaze; so you don’t bother to try and stop yourself, hips rocking forward to meet your fingers as one trails down to press inside you, just a shallow dip, teasing yourself — and Wooyoung.

He groans unabashedly and burrows his face in the sheets, like the sight is too much for him to handle, his back arching deeper.

“That’s it,” San says in a silk-smooth voice, running his hand across Wooyoung’s spine, before drawing back to squeeze at his ass. “You’re enjoying yourself like this, aren’t you? Putting yourself on display like—” San bites something back, shaking his head. (You realise that you wish he hadn’t held back.) “How is it, Woo? Is it just as good as you thought it’d be, hm?”

“Better,” Wooyoung rasps, a crack in his voice. “It’s better, f-fuck, San…”

San chuckles, coating two fingers with a generous amount of lube. “See? That’s what happens when you behave. Never say I don’t reward obedience.”

You can’t quite see from this angle, but you still know exactly when San pushes inside Wooyoung. He shudders at the intrusion with a pleased moan, turning his head to glance back at San. He grins, just a little cheeky, when San’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Did you—?” San blinks, but then his eyes curve into a pleased smile. “You already prepped for this, babe? So considerate,” he purrs, squeezing Wooyoung’s ass in approval. He goes for another finger, just a few passes, but quickly pulls back to slick up his cock instead. “I could get used to this, you’re spoiling me today.”

“It wasn’t for you,” Wooyoung retorts. “Don’t get carried awa-aah—!”

The words are knocked out of him when San lines up and buries himself in Wooyoung’s tight hole in one smooth thrust.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that, Woo,” San says, panting slightly. He palms Wooyoung’s ass, then strikes with just enough force to have Wooyoung garble a choked moan. “I’d almost think you were mouthing off again, but that can’t be right, can it?”

“You’ll know when I’m—fuck, nghh!”

San quickly sets a hard pace, and your eyes go wide at the aggressive snap of his hips, brutal and hypnotising. You stop teasing yourself, two fingers picking up speed to match him, the heel of your hand rubbing against your clit. It’s not enough, not nearly enough compared to what you see, and you groan in frustration, pushing yourself to stretch around a third finger, arousal smeared on your thighs and dripping onto the chair.

Wooyoung moans and whimpers loudly with every thrust — noises that you are already familiar with, but never heard so closely, so clearly before, no more walls in between you and him.

San’s teeth are gritted, sweat falling down his chin. He keeps up the punishing slam of his hips as he fucks into Wooyoung, whose upper body crumples into the bed under the relentless onslaught. His knuckles are pale from how hard his fingers clench onto the sheets, prominent veins in his forearms.

Shamelessly, you flip back your skirt entirely and use your free hand to press at your clit at a better angle, wishing desperately for a vibrator; for Wooyoung’s thighs to hump and grind against; for San’s cock plunging inside of you. Their mouths on you, devouring you whole. You whimper as the fantasies pile onto the reality in front of you, augmenting each other and pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Wooyoung looks close to that edge too, his brow knitted, eyes squeezed shut; a faint glimmer of tears on his lashes. Drool gathers on the sheet under his mouth, nothing but garbled nonsense leaving his lips.

“Any smart words, hm?” San demands, grunting tightly from keeping up his pace.

Wooyoung can only moan, squirming in San’s hold. San’s fingers dig harder into his hips, forcing him to take and take and take his cock, over and over again.

There is a triumphant glint in San’s eyes at Wooyoung’s incoherent state, barely able to string two words together. “That’s what I thought,” he chuckles, laying down another smack on Wooyoung’s ass. You can see the reddening imprint even from where you’re sitting. “Never takes long before you’re fucked dumb on my cock.”

Wooyoung sobs, teething at the bedspread as a thick tear rolls down his cheek. You inhale a sharp breath at the sight, shooting through you like lightning.

San hears your gasp and freezes for a moment, immediately turning his head to you. His hips slow down to a shallow rocking, much to Wooyoung’s frustration, but San is focused on you; unsure whether your response is rooted in arousal or something else. “Colour,” he asks, firmly.

“Green,” Wooyoung whines loudly, “it’s green, you fucker, don’t stop now—”

San smacks his ass with a sharp hit. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he warns and Wooyoung shuts up — though he does not stay quiet, whimpery moans escaping him as he pushes his ass back.

But San pays him no further attention right now, looking at you. His expression is somewhere halfway between the hard dom of tonight and the gentle neighbour that you know; wanting to know for sure that he did not overstep in his degradation of Wooyoung.

You nod, vigorously. “Green,” you say in agreement, “very green.”

The way Wooyoung is losing himself in the thrill over this treatment, the way he revels in pushing San just to make him push back; he visibly gets off on the consequences of his bratty actions — and that is getting you off too.

San holds your gaze a moment longer, like he is gauging the honesty of your answer. Then he nods, with a wink so quick you almost miss it.

“You hear that, Woo? She likes me talking to you like this,” he purrs, leaning over to catch the tear on Wooyoung’s cheek with his tongue. He briefly rubs his nose against Wooyoung’s temple and straightens back up, quickly picking up the pace again.

But Wooyoung has lifted his head, coming just slightly out of his stupor at the sound of your voice. He looks in your direction; at perfect eye level with your leaking cunt, and the three fingers sunk deeply inside.

His face contorts with a pained groan, fingers twitching in the sheets. The lewd display of you fucking yourself on your fingers breaking through his last shred of self-control. “Oh fuck,” he hiccups. “Look at that wet pussy. F-fuck, been so long since I last buried myself in a juicy cunt like that.” He is full-on rambling now, his tongue thick and speech slurred.

You whimper, clenching around your fingers. No touching, you remind yourself. It’s just talk.

“Wanna suffocate between those thighs, god you’d taste so good I just know it,” he babbles, high on the thought of you, and the mental images blaze through your head like wildfire.

He would tease, you are dead certain of it; he’d drive you mad on purpose until you grab his hair and grind into his face, exactly as he wants you to — fuck, that gorgeous slope of his nose looks just perfect to ride up against your clit—

“Woo…” San says warningly, but he is deaf to it.

“Can I—” Wooyoung sobs, repeating the words like a chant, Can I— Can I— Can I—

“Y-yes.”

It slips past your lips before you can think it through. Quiet and desperate; but Wooyoung hears. San hears. He tuts sharply, mercilessly intercepting the shaky hand that Wooyoung reaches out to you.

“You know the rules, Woo,” he chides, but even without him looking your way, it still feels partially directed at you too. “Or are you so drunk on my cock that you can’t remember something that simple? Tell me what the rule is, now.”

“N-no touching…” Wooyoung whines.

San nods in approval, and rewards Wooyoung by reaching around to wrap a firm hand around his neglected cock. “Good,” he coos. “Look at you, you poor thing. So drunk on cock but still starved for pussy.” San’s eyes are on you now, and you’re taken aback by the hunger there, like he has mixed feelings on reinforcing the rule.

“Can’t even blame you for forgetting,” he says with quiet intensity, the smooth roll of his hips losing their aggressive edge, his hand working a little faster instead. Wooyoung makes a noise of complete debauchery, burrowing his face back into the bed with a desperate moan. “What a mess she is making, dripping on my chair,” San goes on, licking his lips, “all just for us. So cruel of me, dangling her in front of you like that. A pretty cunt like that deserves to be worshipped.”

The praise blooms hotly in your core, and with a flash you realise this is San’s way of reassuring you he is not upset about the push against boundaries. Suddenly the heat wraps into a sharp coil, and you’re not sure what does it; San’s hungry praise or the desperate stutter of Wooyoung’s hips as San jerks him off, slick wet noises mingling with shaky whimpers. They pick up in speed as Wooyoung rushes towards his own peak, dragging you down with him into his unravelling.

You fall apart right after he does, broken by his choked up sobs; by him futilely twisting and wriggling against San’s strong grip. Your thighs shake, toes curling, the slide of your fingers against your clit just right — but the sight of the two men in front of you even more potent. Your hips jerk up as pleasure surges through you, mouth falling slack in a silent cry.

Desperately, you try to keep your fingers moving, to ride out this wave for as long as you can; all while watching how San’s palm glistens wetly as he lets go of Wooyoung’s cock and grabs onto his waist, yanking him back as San fucks into him, shifting focus to his own release. Wooyoung is nothing but a crumpled, snivelling mess but still he groans eagerly, encouraging San to use him.

San does just so, leaning over Wooyoung’s prone body to bite at his neck as San ruts into him, panting for breath. San’s moans grow higher than you expected, his low grunts fading away; if he was putting on a tough front when you first came in the bedroom, he no longer is now, too preoccupied with chasing his high.

Somehow it feels vulnerable, his dominant coat slipping off his shoulders. Like it’s something you’re not supposed to see — except he does let you see, lets you watch how the persona falls away as he slowly comes undone. Your breath hitches, a sharp moan catching in your throat as suddenly the aftershocks of your first orgasm stir with renewed life; and just like that you cum again, biting down your noises as though not to disturb San, trembling quietly in the chair as you watch, entranced. San’s hips finally stutter with a loud whine and then he stills entirely, pressing his face between Wooyoung’s shoulder blades with a drawn-out shudder.

With a weak moan your hands fall away; your body spent as though you are the one who just got fucked within an inch of your life.

The bedroom goes silent, almost.

Everyone is catching their breath, and Wooyoung makes an unintelligible sound when San pulls out and gently lowers him onto the bed. San’s eyes go soft as he brushes the hair out of Wooyoung’s face, kissing him on the forehead before he straightens up.

While you and Wooyoung lay boneless, slowly recovering, San rolls his shoulders and stretches his limbs with a quiet grunt, then grabs a robe to put on. He goes back to the nightstand, this time for a bottle of water. You never even noticed the two glasses that he clearly prepared beforehand, along with a few washcloths. He fills a glass, dampens a cloth, and returns to Wooyoung’s side.

Wooyoung hums in thanks as San helps him upright and hands him the glass of water. He takes a slow sip while San starts to wipe the sweat and other bodily juices off his skin, a grin bubbling up to his lips as his energy recharges. “Did so well, Sannie,” he says, stealing little touches with his free hand while San cleans him up. Eyes glittering with pure adoration. “Took such good care of me, you always do.”

“Shush. Drink your water,” San chides him, but his cheeks glow red at Wooyoung’s steady babble of praises.

The intimate sight of San and Wooyoung in their little bubble causes an unexpected fuzzy warmth to bloom in your chest; touched that they also trust you as an audience for this part, the quiet aftermath. It’s making you strangely timid after all that just transpired, smoothing down your skirt almost subconsciously.

Finally San takes the now empty glass back from his boyfriend. He pulls a blanket across Wooyoung’s body and helps him settle on the bed, where Wooyoung immediately snuggles up against a pillow and lets his eyes rest. (For a guy who made a point of ‘being able to go more than one round’, he sure is out like a light.)

San leaves a final peck on the top of Wooyoung’s head and sits back up, then goes to fill the other glass. He brings it to you with a fresh cloth, and hands you the drink. You take it with a grateful nod, but blink in surprise when San leans in to dab the sweat off your forehead.

He seems to suddenly realise what he has done, freezes instantly, then yanks his hand back as though burned. “Sorry,” he mumbles awkwardly, whispering so he won’t wake Wooyoung back up. “Forgot the damn rule myself.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, taking the cloth off his hands with a small, tired smile. You really didn’t mind. Did it even count now, during the aftercare?

San returns the smile. “Don’t tell Wooyoung, will you? I won’t hear the end of it,” he jokes, and you raise your thumb and forefinger to your lips to ‘zip’ them closed.

“Your secret is safe with me,” you promise solemnly, but the serious expression does not last for long; pushed out by the undeniable urge to tease San. “Besides, it’s nice to have some blackmail in case I ever need a favour from you.”

“Seriously?” he scoffs. “You’re as much of a handful as Wooyoung, aren’t you?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

“Don’t tell him that, either,” San says with a soft laugh, shaking his head.

It is silent again, and you wonder if you should feel awkward, cleaning yourself up right in front of San. You should, right? But he isn’t watching you anymore, simply keeping you company in the quiet, and somehow the whole thing just feels easy and natural. So you wipe the washcloth across your thighs with a ginger touch, avoiding the places where you are most sensitive. Just a quick pass to clean the worst of the dried arousal and sweat sticking there. You’ll take a proper shower at home.

“About what happened…” San says after a while, when it’s clear you have settled and are breathing a little easier, “what Wooyoung said. What you said—”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry. We did agree on no touching beforehand, I shouldn’t have pushed it.”

He snorts. “You weren’t the only one pushing. But no, it’s fine. I told you, I don’t mind improvising, but in this case…” San hesitates, like he’s not sure how much to say. “Woo is a bit more impulsive than me during a scene. I… like clarity. I like knowing for sure that nobody does anything they might have second thoughts about later. Maybe I’m too cautious sometimes, but that’s how it works for me. So I didn’t shut it down because of you, I want you to know that. That was for me.”

“I understand. You feel responsible for him during a scene like this, right?”

“I am responsible for him. And for you too,” San gently corrects. “That’s how I see it, at least. It’s part of what I signed up for.”

“‘Signed up for’?” a hoarse voice echoes from the bed. “What am I, a job?”

“A full-time one, Woo,” San fires back without missing a beat, smiling fondly as he says it. “How long you’ve been listening in?”

Wooyoung’s head pops out from underneath the blanket, his red hair in complete disarray. But his eyes are already clearer than they were just a few minutes ago; maybe you should give him some credit for his recovery time after all.

“I don’t have second thoughts this time,” he mumbles, his speech still a little slurred.

San just nods in acknowledgement, and turns to you with an inquisitive look. The implied question is all too clear.

“No second thoughts here either,” you agree. No point in getting shy now.

“Well,” San says, and that easy, confident grin is back on his face, “then I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“Mm, good,” Wooyoung says, turning over to his other side to get settled again. Then he glances back at San, a spark of trouble in his eyes. “Do you need a refresher on the ground rules before that happens, Sannie? Just in case you forget any?”

“Dammit,” San groans under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. Brow furrowed in pain, he gives you a reproachful look for the laugh that you unsuccessfully try to muffle. “So much for your blackmail,” he sighs.

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