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Holy fuck just read this and I have no words. It was amazing.

Sunday Ritual

I’ve been thinking about aphrodisiateez for a while now, and I just can’t get it out of my head. There needs to be infinite amounts of these fics!!!

Pairing: Hongjoong x freader, Wooyoung x freader

Warnings: smut, substance use (kinda?), roommate au, non-idol au, overstimulation (if you squint), use of y/n, unprotected sex - list is not exhaustive, read at own risk

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

It was just a normal Sunday—at least, that’s what you thought.

It started like always: too lazy to cook, you ordered take-out and settled on the couch for a movie. It had become a ritual, the perfect way to cap off the weekend.

After graduation, you’d moved in with your two best friends from college. It felt natural, like puzzle pieces clicking together as you all stepped into the “real world.” Hongjoong, a budding music producer, had landed an internship at a local record label—a dream come true for him. You couldn’t have been prouder, even if it meant late nights and constant burnout. Still, you made sure to drag him out of his creative cave for your Sunday movie nights—no exceptions.

Meanwhile, you and Wooyoung had somehow ended up co-managing the little café where you’d worked through college. Neither of you had any plans to leave, despite your degrees pointing you elsewhere. It was comfortable, and you weren’t ready to let go of that comfort just yet.

“Joong, get your ass down here!” you called from the couch. Wooyoung immediately cracked up beside you.

“You know he probably hates us, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll let you know when I care.”

A moment later, Hongjoong stomped down the stairs, muttering under his breath. He paused on the last step, glaring at you both.

“I was busy.”

“You know you have commitments on a Sunday,” you teased.

“This isn’t as important, Y/N. You know that,” he grumbled.

Wooyoung fell back dramatically onto the couch, clutching his chest. “Joong… I can’t believe you’d say that!”

Hongjoong crossed the room, grabbed a cushion, and lobbed it at Wooyoung’s head.

“I’m getting snacks,” he announced, stalking off to the kitchen.

You chuckled and headed to the bathroom. Nothing worse than pausing the movie mid-flow.

When you returned, the coffee table was littered with snacks, and the two of them were already bickering over what to watch.

“You always want to watch that, Joong. Can we pick something else for once?”

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed. “I was forced to be here. We’re watching what I want.”

“But—”

“But nothing!”

You sighed and stepped between them. “Okay, what do you both want to watch? I’ll decide.”

“Harry Potter!” Wooyoung pleaded.

You laughed. “Woo, we always watch that too.”

“He wants Pirates of the damn Caribbean again!” he whined.

“If I recall, we just recently re-watched the entire Harry Potter saga because you wanted to. My vote goes to Joong,” you declared.

“WHAT?!” Wooyoung screeched, but Hongjoong was already smacking him with the cushion. He shot you a grateful smile.

You grabbed the remote, queued up the movie, and settled between them under a blanket. Ten minutes in, you glanced at Wooyoung. Despite his earlier protest, he was fully engrossed, shovelling snacks into his mouth like a machine. Without looking, he passed a pouch of gummies behind your back to Hongjoong, who grabbed a handful before passing them to you. You took a few, popped them in your mouth, and immediately grimaced.

“Eugh, what even are these?”

Hongjoong shrugged. “Found them at the back of the cupboard.”

Dismissing it, you returned your attention to the movie. But after about fifteen minutes, a heat started to spread through your body.

“Is it just me, or is it hot as hell in here?” Wooyoung panted, pulling the blanket off his legs.

“I was just thinking that,” Hongjoong muttered, tugging at his shirt collar.

You got up to check the thermostat—nothing. When you came back, both of them were squirming in their seats.

Wooyoung’s eyes darted between you and Hongjoong. “Something’s wrong.”

“Yeah… I don’t feel right,” Hongjoong added, his voice strained.

“Oh god, I hope it’s not food poisoning from that take-out,” you muttered, wiping sweat from your forehead.

“I don’t feel sick… I feel…” Wooyoung’s face flushed, his hands coming to rest tentatively over his crotch.

Your eyes widened. Hongjoong was in the same position. Panic gnawed at your mind. What could’ve done this? Your gaze dropped to the table—those gummies. The only thing all three of you had eaten.

No.

No way.

Memories from your Amsterdam trip crashed down on you. The joke aphrodisiac gummies you’d bought at that sex shop as a dare. You’d stashed them at the back of the cupboard, assuming you’d never actually use them.

“Shit.” You swore under your breath.

“What?!” they both demanded.

Your feet moved before your brain could catch up. You snatched up the pouch and squinted at the label.

“These are fucking aphrodisiacs!” you shouted, brandishing the package. “Joong, did you not even check the label?!”

His eyes went wide, panic etched into every line of his face. “I—I didn’t think I’d need to!”

Wooyoung doubled over, howling with laughter. “Wait, wait—how many did we all eat?”

“I had three,” you mumbled.

Hongjoong’s hands flew to his head. “I had like fucking ten!”

Wooyoung’s tears streamed down his face as he gasped, “I had at least fifteen!”

“This isn’t funny!” Hongjoong snapped, smacking Wooyoung’s thigh.

Wooyoung straightened instantly, his ears burning bright red. “Oh…” He gasped. “They work, alright.”

“What do you mean they work?!”

“I’m so fucking horny.” His eyes find you, now beginning to glaze over.

“Oh no, no no no. We aren’t doing this.” Hongjoong stands to leave the room, but as he does the blanket falls to the floor, revealing how strained his pants now were.

Wooyoung falls on his side, bleating and gasping as his laughter consumes him. “He’s… ha HA HA! He’s HARD!”

Hongjoong’s face washes crimson as his hands fly down to his crotch, trying to conceal his erection. Wooyoung continues to giggle, which turns Hongjoong’s embarrassment to fury. He snatches the blanket from Wooyoung, throwing it across the room.

“You’re in exactly the same position!” Hongjoong hisses.

Meanwhile, you’re stood watching all of this unfold, painfully aware of your own predicament. You absentmindedly shift from foot to foot, trying to relieve some of the pressure building within you. That is, until Wooyoung catches you. His laughter is gone now—replaced with a look you’ve never seen on his face.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

The way he’s looking at you, lips parted, eyes darkening. Like he wants to eat you alive. It’s too much.

Before you can stop it, a whimper leaves your own parted lips.

Hongjoong’s head snaps to you, beads of sweat forming at his hairline.

“Fuck.” Wooyoung gulps, now palming himself over his pants.

“Woo…” You shake your head.

This cannot be happening, they’re your best friends. Sure, anyone with eyes could see just how attractive they both were, but this was a line you couldn’t cross. Not with them.

You turn to leave, but Wooyoung whines.

“No. Please. Don’t go. Please.” He’s on his feet now, his legs carrying him across to you in two quick strides. He grasps onto your arms, sweat pouring down his face, hands shaking. His pupils dilate as he looks at you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. His breathing is shallow as his fingers grip into your flesh.

“Wooyoung.” You swallow, trying to shake out of his grasp, but he just claws tighter.

“Those pretty noises,” He breathes, now unconsciously beginning to rut against your thigh. “Please, please. Please, Y/N.”

“Please what?” You gasp as his lips attach to your neck, planting sloppy kisses along your jugular.

“Wooyoung!” Hongjoong shouts from the spot he’s frozen in by the couch. “She wants you to stop. So stop.”

Wooyoung peers up at you from your neck. “Is that what you want, Jagiya? For me to stop?” His fingers are drawing lazy circles into the exposed skin of your waist now. You bite your lip, hesitating. He smirks, then turns his head to Hongjoong.

“Come on Joong, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this before.”

You could swear Hongjoong turned into an actual tomato on the spot, the wash of scarlet travelling up his neck and across his face and ears.

“I have not!”

“Liar.” Wooyoung chides, then in one swift motion he twirls you around and presses your back to his chest, his hands winding up your torso. You squirm, breathing heavily, the room around you beginning to spin.

“Look at her, she wants this.”

Hongjoong is practically drooling now, watching you as your chest furiously rises and falls, how your eyes flutter when Wooyoung’s fingers graze your skin. Slowly, he walks over to the two of you, stopping just before you.

“Is this what you want?” He murmurs, his arms hovering hesitantly at his sides.

Wooyoung’s fingers reach the curve of your breast, and as they brush against it you arch into him, letting out the smallest of moans.

“Jagiya, Joongie asked if you want this. Be a good girl and answer him.” Wooyoung breathes against your neck.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” You chant, launching yourself forward onto Hongjoong.

Your hands grapple into his hair as you pull him flush to you, your mouth melting to his. Immediately his hands are on you, everywhere all at once.

Hongjoong’s lips crash into yours, his breath warm and hungry as his hands roam over every inch of your body. A tremor of desire pools deep in your abdomen, intensified by the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins.

“God, you’re so responsive,” Hongjoong pants against your mouth, his eyes blown wide and dark. He pulls back just enough to stare at you, his lips parted, chest heaving. “So beautiful.”

Wooyoung is behind you now, his mouth at your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point. “Can’t believe how much I want you right now.” His voice is rough, desperate, and it sends another jolt of heat spiralling through your core.

You whimper, your legs weak beneath you, and Hongjoong catches you before you can stumble. His strong arms hold you steady as Wooyoung’s hands slide lower, dipping under the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he groans, his fingers finding you with no resistance.

Your head tilts back, a low moan escaping your throat as your hips buck into his hand. Hongjoong watches you like he’s starved, his own need painfully obvious as he presses his thigh between your legs.

“Look at you, taking everything we give you,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your cheek with unexpected tenderness even as his other hand skims up your side, under your tank, to cup your breast.

Wooyoung’s fingers work you in slow, torturous circles, the aphrodisiac heightening every sensation until your mind is a haze of need and pleasure.

“Please,” you gasp, your voice trembling. “Don’t stop—please.”

Hongjoong’s mouth captures yours again, this time slower, deeper, as if he wants to savour every single shiver he pulls from your body. Wooyoung chuckles darkly against your ear, his breath hot.

“Don’t worry, Jagiya,” he purrs. “We’re just getting started.”

Wooyoung picks up the pace, and the sounds tumbling from your lips are beyond obscene.

“Fuck, I might cum in my pants.” Wooyoung grunts, his eyes rolling back as he grinds against your ass.

“Upstairs,” Hongjoong pants, “My room.”

The three of you bolt up the stairs, rushing into Hongjoong’s bedroom. Wooyoung’s eyes are frantic as he pushes you back onto the bed, ripping down your sweats and panties. “I wanna eat you out, please. Please.”

You nod, unable to form words. As soon as you do, he parts your legs and dives in. You cry out as his tongue flicks across your clit, fingers digging into his scalp. Hongjoong, now just in his underwear, lifts up your head and settles in behind you. His hands grasp at your tank, lifting it up to expose your breasts. He runs his thumbs over your nipples and you gasp, squeezing your thighs around Wooyoung’s head.

“Fuck, fuck. I’m gunna cum.”

Wooyoung laps at you furiously, pushing two fingers inside of you. You pulse around him, body spasming. One hand in Wooyoung’s hair, the other clawing into Hongjoong’s arm, you come undone. Wooyoung detaches himself, falling forwards, hands balling up into the sheets. He lets out a strangled groan.

“I just came in my fucking pants.” He mumbles.

Hongjoong is practically whimpering behind you, hands frantically kneading into your flesh. “Y/N, fuck. Fuck. Please, can I fuck you. Oh god. Please.”

Never in your life have you witnessed the Kim Hongjoong beg before. This was priceless.

“Fuck her. Fuck her now.” Wooyoung is standing now, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding his pants.

Hongjoong scrambles from behind you, whipping off his underwear and settling between your legs. “Can I?”

He’s looking at you with those big boba eyes, pleading.

“Give it to me.” You breathe.

Before you know it, he’s sliding into you. You both groan as he bottoms out, stretching your walls so deliciously. He picks up the pace, slamming into you mercilessly as you writhe beneath him.

Wooyoung is now next to you on the bed, dick in hand. His pupils are blown as he watches his two best friends fuck.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong pants, “Do you think Woo deserves a piece of you too?”

“Fuck, please. Suck my dick, oh my god I could just cum again thinking about it.”

Hongjoong pulls out of you, and you start to complain, but he cuts you off.

“On your hands and knees.” He instructs.

You oblige immediately, and Hongjoong re-enters you. From this new angle, you’re seeing stars from the moment he pushes in. Wooyoung shuffles over to you, shaking with anticipation.

“Where do you want me?”

“Lay… down. Ah!” You can barely force the words to leave your lips as Hongjoong drives into you from behind.

Wooyoung does as instructed and you lower yourself down onto your elbows, taking his pillowy head into your mouth. His hips buck up, but you keep taking him in, flattening your tongue and sucking around him. He’s babbling uncontrollably, a symphony of curses and moans and ‘please please please’. Behind you, Hongjoong is mirroring him, as his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated.

“I’m—oh god. I’m gunna cum.” Hongjoong hisses as you clench around him.

“Fuck, me too.” Wooyoung pants.

With one last squeeze, and a flick of your tongue, they are both coming undone. Hongjoong pulls out, spilling over your lower back with a groan. Wooyoung twitches as ropes of hot cum coat the back of your throat, but you keep going.

“Y/N! Y/N stop! Ah!” He’s thrashing underneath you, overstimulation rocking him to his core. You pull off with a pop, peering up through your lashes at his beautiful, fucked-out face.

Hongjoong collapses beside you, chest heaving.

“Well… that just happened.” Wooyoung smirks, his eyes closing.

“And it’ll never fucking happen again. We don’t speak of this.” You cover your hands with your face, muffling a chuckle.

Hongjoong huffs a short laugh, still unable to process the events of the evening. Wooyoung looks at him, and winks.

“That’s what you think, Jagiya.”

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