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Nowhere To Hide

Bestfriend! Hyunjin x Reader

Tags: mutual masturbation, porn, closet sex, rough sex, first time together, desperate thrusting, overstimulation, hand over mouth, biting, semi-public sex, stifled moans, creampie, aftershocks, dazed clinging, emotionally intense

Word count: 4.1k

Summary: you’re just his best friend; his open-minded, dangerously close, overly flirty best friend. so when hyunjin tells you he can’t watch porn unless someone else is in the room… you roll your eyes and let him do it. but you don’t expect to stay. you don’t expect to watch. and you definitely don’t expect to end up with his hand around your mouth, legs shaking, his cock deep inside you in a locked closet at a house party four days later.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

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You and Hyunjin had always been open with each other.

It was part of the reason your friendship worked — that weird, shameless kind of bond where nothing was off-limits. He could talk to you about anything. You could say things that would’ve made other people flinch, and he’d just laugh, head tipped back, telling you that your brain was his favorite place in the world.

There were no rules. Just you, and him, and the strange little rhythm you’d fallen into over the years. Late-night hangouts, casual sleepovers, the occasional too-long hug when one of you needed something unspoken. No lines ever crossed, but plenty blurred.

So when he asked you to come over that night — casual, chill, just to hang — you didn’t think twice.

You showed up in your usual post-shower state: oversized hoodie, bare legs, the kind of soft cotton underwear that felt like home. His place was warm, clean in a way that said he’d tried to impress you without saying it out loud.

He opened the door, hair messy, smile crooked. “You’re late.”

“You’re lucky I came at all.”

He stuck his tongue out. “You always come when I ask.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping in.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the quiet intimacy of the night. But somehow, two episodes into whatever trashy dating show you’d landed on, something shifted.

“Do you mind,” Hyunjin said, reaching lazily for his iPad, “if I put something else on?”

You shrugged. “Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to open his browser and pull up porn.

“Hyunjin—”

“Don’t freak out,” he said, like this was totally normal. “I’m not gonna jerk off. Just… I don’t know. I like having it on sometimes.”

You stared at him. “With me right here?”

“That’s the point.”

You blinked.

“I can’t enjoy it when I’m alone,” he said with a small shrug. “It’s not hot unless someone else is in the room. I’m not gonna do anything unless you want me to. I just… I don’t know. It feels less sad this way.”

You stared at him, mouth opening, then closing.

“Hyune,” you said slowly. “That’s not normal.”

He grinned, eyes bright with mischief. “You say that like I’m trying to be normal.”

Your instinct was to say no. To laugh it off. To tell him he was fucking insane and grab your shoes. But you didn’t.

Instead, you sighed, shaking your head, and muttered, “Fine. But you’re not allowed to make this weird.”

“I never make anything weird.”

“That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

He winked. “And yet… you’re still here.”

⸻

The video was loud. That was the first problem. The moans were high and breathy and clearly real — not the fake, over-the-top stuff that was easy to ignore.

The second problem was Hyunjin himself.

He didn’t just watch it. He felt it. Breathing in these slow, shallow hitches. Sinking back into the pillows like he was alone, even though you were right there.

You weren’t even watching the screen. You were watching him.

His mouth was slightly open. His chest rose and fell under the soft black tee he’d half-tucked into those stupid grey sweatpants — the ones you’d teased him about a thousand times for being too dangerous.

And then… he moved.

Just a shift of the hips at first. Then his hand — long fingers twitching — rested near his thigh. A rub. Absentminded at first. Then another. Slower. Firmer.

Your stomach dipped.

He groaned, soft and low. His head tilted back.

And that sound — fuck, that sound — sent a pulse straight between your legs.

You tried to ignore it. You tried so hard. But your body was already reacting before your brain could process what was happening. Your thighs pressed together. You adjusted your hoodie. You stopped breathing entirely when his eyes flicked toward you and then dropped — low, slow, hungry.

“You good?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded too quickly. “Fine.”

He smiled — a little too knowingly — and exhaled. “Fuck, she sounds like you.”

You blinked. “What?”

“The girl. On the video.” His voice was dreamy, almost dazed. “She moans like you.”

You stared at him. “How would you even know that?”

He looked at you then, eyes dark and shining. “You think I’ve never heard you?��

Your skin went hot. “Hyunjin—”

“I wasn’t trying to. But you always leave your door cracked. And sometimes I’d just be passing by and then… you’d make this sound. Like you didn’t know how to stop yourself.”

You opened your mouth to say something — anything — but then he moaned again. This time because of you. He was hard now. Very visibly hard.

“God,” he whispered. “Why is this so much hotter with you here?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Your body was buzzing. Your underwear damp. And every inch of space between you suddenly felt razor-thin, unbearable.

“Touch yourself,” he said, almost breathless.

You shook your head, barely.

He leaned in, voice low. “Please.”

You swallowed. “Why?”

“Because I need it,” he said, groaning again as he pressed into his palm. “And I don’t want to be the only one.”

His eyes flicked to your legs.

“You’re turned on.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” His voice was firmer now. “I can see it. The way your thighs are clenched. The way you’re breathing.”

You looked away. He reached out, gently brushing your knee.

“Look at me.”

You did.

“I swear,” he said, “I’ll stop if you tell me to. But if you want this even a little… just stay.”

You exhaled. Shaky. Unsure. Wet.

And you stayed. Neither of you said anything for a long moment.

The porn still played softly in the background, but it was just noise now — the tension in the room had turned so dense it pressed in on your skin like heat, like breath.

Hyunjin dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and exhaled slowly through his nose. His hand hadn’t left his lap.

You were still watching him.

And he was watching you watching him.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, voice hoarse.

Your chest tightened. “No.”

That was all he needed.

He shifted closer, just barely, and let out a sound — low, needy — as he rolled his hips against his palm. The motion was subtle, but it jolted through you like lightning. He rubbed again, slow, firm, a deliberate drag of pressure down the thick line in his sweatpants.

Your thighs clenched instinctively. You were soaked. You could feel it — the press of cotton against slick skin, the fluttering ache that had been growing steadily in your core from the moment he started moaning.

He looked drunk off it. His mouth was open, panting softly. His eyes flicked over your face, down your body, then back to your eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he said again, quieter this time. “I want to see what you look like when you’re needy.”

You let out a breath that trembled.

Your hand moved before your mind could stop it — sliding under the hem of your hoodie, then beneath the waistband of your underwear. Hyunjin’s eyes followed every inch.

“Oh my god” he whispered.

Your fingers dipped into yourself. Soaked.

Your breath hitched hard.

Hyunjin groaned — loud, ragged — and dropped his head back against the headboard, his hand now gripping the full length of his cock over his sweats. The bulge was thick and heavy, straining the fabric.

“Fuck, you’re touching yourself,” he rasped. “I can’t believe you’re actually…”

You moaned — quietly, shakily — and he snapped his eyes open.

“Say something,” he begged. “Tell me what you feel like.”

“I’m wet,” you whispered, eyes closing. “I’ve never been this wet just from watching someone.”

That made him gasp.

“God—fuck—” He shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free himself, and suddenly you couldn’t look away.

He was long, flushed red at the tip, already glistening with pre-cum.

You whimpered.

His eyes fluttered shut at the sound.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he muttered. “You know that? Just—so fucking pretty when you touch yourself like that. Show me more.”

You moved your fingers again, slow and deliberate, spreading the slickness and brushing over your clit. Your hips arched subtly into the motion, breath stuttering.

Hyunjin watched like a man starved.

“I want to taste you,” he said suddenly, voice broken. “Fuck—I want my face between your legs so bad.”

Your whole body shuddered.

He jerked himself once, twice — not fast, but hard. Focused. Like he was trying to memorize the way it felt while staring at you.

You moaned again, louder this time. Embarrassed at how fast your body was unraveling.

“I’ve thought about this before,” he confessed, still stroking. “Not like this exactly. But… you. Under me. Wet and panting. Saying my name.”

You bit your lip, fingers moving faster now. “I didn’t think we’d ever—”

“Me neither,” he whispered. “But now I don’t even want to stop.”

The air was charged, burning.

You were close. So close it was making your knees tremble.

Hyunjin leaned in again, his free hand brushing against your thigh as if asking for permission.

You didn’t stop him.

His lips were inches from your ear when he whispered, “Let me help.”

You paused. Swallowed.

He watched you — tense, hopeful, ruined — until you nodded.

And then… the shift happened.

Hyunjin slipped his hand down, fingers brushing yours under the band of your underwear. You gasped, but didn’t pull away. He cupped you gently, middle finger sliding through the mess you’d made.

“Oh my fucking god,” he whispered. “You’re soaked.”

Your head dropped against his shoulder.

“You made me like this,” you breathed.

“Yeah?” he said, voice shaking. “You like watching me stroke my cock for you?”

You whimpered again. “Yes—fuck, yes.”

He slid his finger in, slow and deep, while still stroking himself with the other hand. You cried out, biting down on your hoodie sleeve as he moved inside you, curling slightly.

“Come for me,” he said, lips against your temple. “Please. I want to see you fall apart.”

It didn’t take long.

Your body clenched tight, the pressure building sharp and sudden until it broke — heat flooding you from the inside out, your voice catching as you gasped and ground against his hand.

Hyunjin let out a desperate groan and came right after you, hot and heavy against his stomach, chest rising in ragged breaths as his hips jerked through the last few strokes.

You both collapsed sideways into the pillows, breathing hard, sweaty, trembling.

For a moment, it was quiet.

Then—

“That was…” you began, voice wrecked.

“I know.” He laughed, still panting. “I know.”

You turned your head to look at him. His hair was a mess. His lips were red. His eyes were soft now — not teasing, not smug. Just open.

“That didn’t feel casual,” you whispered.

His gaze dropped to your mouth.

“No,” he said. “It didn’t.”

You didn’t know what would come next.

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The worst part wasn’t what happened between you.

It was the silence after.

The way everything between you and Hyunjin felt louder because no one was talking about it.

You’d spent the last three nights pretending that orgasm hadn’t happened. That your fingers hadn’t tangled with his. That he hadn’t whispered I want to taste you while stroking himself, eyes on your mouth.

You didn’t talk about it. You couldn’t.

But the tension between you? You may as well have been shouting.

He sat closer now. Looked longer. He didn’t tease like he used to — not playfully, not harmlessly. Now every glance had heat. Every brush of skin felt intentional.

So when Jisung shouted across the living room, “Let’s play hide and seek — losers get a punishment dare,” you already knew something was going to go wrong.

Because you and Hyunjin couldn’t be trusted anymore.

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You didn’t even plan to hide in the closet.

You were laughing, breathless, the count ticking down — Ten! Nine! Eight! — and you darted around a corner in the hallway looking for literally anywhere to disappear.

The closet door was cracked open.

You pushed in and—

“Shit—!”

A hand reached out to yank you the rest of the way in.

Hyunjin.

He shoved the door closed behind you both, muffling your gasp, then exhaled hard against your ear.

You were chest to chest. Pressed flush to him. The closet was barely the size of a broom closet — coats brushing your cheeks, the smell of old cedar, the wood beneath your bare feet cool from the tile.

“Seriously?” you whispered, half-giggling. “You’re here?”

“You ran into me,” he hissed. “Be quiet—”

Footsteps passed in the hallway. The sound of someone shouting: “Not in the bathroom!”

You both stilled.

And then you started laughing.

Quiet, breathy little giggles that made your shoulders shake. His hands were on your hips now, steadying you, his face so close you could feel his mouth twitch into a smile.

“Shhh,” he whispered, amused. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

“It’s your fault,” you whispered back.

“Yeah?” His breath ghosted your cheek. “Pretty sure it’s yours.”

Your back hit the wall as you shifted to give him room. But there was no room. Nowhere to go.

His thigh brushed up between yours. Your knee bent just slightly.

And that’s when you felt it.

The slow, unmistakable press of something hard against your hip.

You froze.

Hyunjin did, too.

“Hyunjin—?” you whispered.

He didn’t answer right away. His breath had turned shallow, his forehead dropping forward slightly to rest against the wall beside your head.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I can’t help it.”

His voice was low. Strained. Honest.

You swallowed.

It didn’t feel like a joke. It didn’t even feel like a dare. It just… was. Real. Present. Pressed right up against you.

The memory of that night came rushing back — the way he gasped when you moaned, the wet sound of your bodies moving in sync, the look in his eyes when he touched you like it meant something.

And now you were here.

Too close. Too warm. Your short dress had ridden up when he pulled you in, and your bare legs were brushing his sweatpants with every shaky inhale.

You should’ve moved away.

You didn’t.

Instead, you whispered, “This is dangerous.”

He nodded. Barely. “I know.”

Your hands were on his chest, fingers curled into the soft fabric of his shirt. His hands still sat heavy on your hips. Neither of you were breathing quite right.

And then—you shifted.

Just the smallest movement. An unconscious roll of your hips as you tried to balance.

And Hyunjin let out the quietest, shattered groan.

Your stomach dropped.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered.

“Do what?” But your voice was thinner now.

“That.”

You did it again. Just to be sure. The press of your core against him was slow, experimental — your thin underwear the only barrier between your body and the thick, hard line of his cock beneath his sweats.

He whined.

Low, soft, desperate.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder. You felt him tremble.

“You can’t grind on me like that,” he breathed.

“You were already hard.”

“And now you’re already wet.”

The words punched the breath out of your lungs.

You didn’t say anything — couldn’t — and instead let yourself roll against him again, slowly this time, hips rocking once more into his.

His mouth dropped open. You felt it brush your skin.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he groaned.

The coats swayed faintly beside you as he gently pressed you back into the wall, his hands tightening at your waist, thumbs brushing under the edge of your dress.

You gasped quietly as he rocked up into you, the friction too good, too familiar.

“I think about it every night,” he whispered, like it hurt. “The way you sound when you come. How soft you were. How hot your hand felt over mine.”

You were burning.

Your body responded before your mind did — rocking again, your arms slipping up around his neck to muffle a soft, stuttering moan into his shoulder.

He cursed under his breath.

Then he stilled. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his.

“Tell me to stop,” he said.

You didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in — your lips brushing his, breath against breath, heart in your throat.

And that’s when the closet door creaked.

“Anyone in here?” someone called.

You and Hyunjin froze.

Your mouth hovered over his.

Neither of you moved. Neither of you dared.

The door didn’t open.

Footsteps passed.

And the second you were alone again, Hyunjin exhaled.

You were still catching your breath when you heard it.

The soft click of the inside lock.

Hyunjin had turned the tiny latch on the closet door — sealing you both inside.

Your eyes darted to his, wide, breathless, heart kicking.

“What are you doing—?”

But he was already shifting you, gentle but firm.

Turning you in the dark, pressing your front to the wall of the closet, your palms flat against the wood paneling, your chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

His voice came at your ear, low and wrecked. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

His hands slid up your thighs — slow, reverent, shaking slightly — fingers brushing the hem of your dress, pushing it higher until it was bunched around your hips.

You gasped when you felt it — the warm weight of his cock, thick and flushed, freed from his sweats and nestled right in the crease of your thighs. Hot, hard skin against the damp cotton of your panties.

“Hyunjin—” You tried to say something. Anything.

But then he rocked forward.

And your mind blanked.

The first thrust wasn’t deep, wasn’t precise — just a desperate press of his cock between your thighs, dragging the thick head right along your clothed pussy.

You whimpered.

Your knees nearly buckled.

His breath left him in a shaky hiss. “Holy fuck—”

You didn’t realize you were moving until you were rocking back against him — instinctive, helpless — meeting every slow rut of his hips with the arch of your spine.

The friction was perfect.

Each thrust of his cock between your thighs rubbed right against your clit through the soaked fabric. It felt filthy. Overwhelming. Like a fever dream you didn’t dare wake up from.

And then his mouth was on your neck.

Hot, open, wet kisses down your jaw, your pulse, his tongue tasting your skin like he’d wanted to for years. His hands grabbed your hips, greedy now, pulling you tighter against him with every roll of his body.

You were panting, trembling, moaning softly into the wall with every pass of his cock between your slick thighs.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, voice unraveling, “you feel so—shit—so soft.”

You turned your head, breath shallow, eyes finding his in the dark.

“Hyunjin,” you whispered.

His mouth crashed into yours before the word could fully leave you.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful.

It was desperate.

Tongue and teeth, lips parted, mouths gasping against each other like this kiss had been trapped between you for years. Like he was starving for it. Like you’d never survive it.

You grabbed at his hair. He groaned into your mouth.

His hand slid up your front, fingers curling under the fabric of your dress, and suddenly he was palming your breast — rough, hungry, his thumb brushing your nipple through the lace of your bra.

You arched into his hand.

He bit your lip.

You whined, trembling, your voice cracking. “I need you.”

He froze.

Your words hung in the air — too raw, too loud, too real.

Then he growled, deep in his chest.

And his hand moved.

Down your stomach. Past the waistband of your underwear. Two fingers slid through your soaked slit and came away dripping.

He hissed, whispering something under his breath you couldn’t catch.

Then he hooked his fingers under your thong — pulled it aside.

And you felt him.

The head of his cock, hot and heavy, slipping between your folds. Your knees nearly gave out.

“Are you sure?” he breathed. “Fuck—tell me.”

You didn’t hesitate.

“Yes. Please—”

He didn’t wait another second.

He gripped your hip, braced a hand on the wall beside your head, and with a single smooth thrust, sank into you.

You gasped — loud and broken.

He groaned like it hurt.

Like he’d been dreaming of this for too fucking long.

You could barely breathe.

He filled you so completely you felt split open. Every inch of him slid deep, hot and thick, your body clenching around him like it had been aching for this—like it knew him.

Hyunjin stayed still at first.

Forehead to your shoulder, panting, hand tight on your hip like he was trying to ground himself.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel like heaven.”

You whined — a low, raw sound — hips rolling back into him, your fingers scraping the wall for anything to hold on to.

That was all it took.

His restraint snapped.

His hips drew back.

And then he started fucking you.

It wasn’t slow anymore.

It wasn’t careful.

It was frantic, overwhelming, wet — the obscene slap of skin-on-skin muffled only slightly by the coats around you, your slick dripping down the inside of your thighs with each thrust.

You tried to be quiet. You really did.

But every time his cock drove into you, you couldn’t stop the moans — breathy and soft at first, then high and frantic as his pace picked up.

And when a louder gasp escaped your mouth—

His hand clamped over it.

Large, warm, shaking fingers curled across your lips, muffling the helpless sounds spilling from you as he pounded into you from behind.

You whimpered into his palm.

His voice broke right beside your ear. “I’m sorry, baby—I need you quiet—can’t let them hear—”

You nodded. Barely.

But your body was shaking. Your walls fluttering around him. And Hyunjin knew you were close.

So he got mean.

Rougher.

He slammed into you harder, his cock dragging across all the right spots, your thighs trembling from the pressure of each thrust — and the filthiest part? You were soaked. The squelch of your cunt around him was wet and loud and pornographic, and it only made him fuck you harder.

You bit down.

Hard.

Right into the base of his palm as his hand stayed tight over your mouth.

He groaned, bucking into you like it drove him insane.

“Shit—fuck, just like that—”

He lost rhythm for a second, stuttering into you, hand slipping from your mouth to your throat, thumb under your jaw to tilt your head back, mouth against your skin again.

Then he bit down.

His teeth sank into the soft curve of your shoulder as he buried himself deep, his moans muffled into your skin.

You swore you blacked out for a second.

You couldn’t tell which way was up anymore — just the overwhelming drag of his cock, the heat in your belly, the white-noise roar in your ears as your orgasm crept higher, hotter, inevitable.

“Fuck—Hyunjin—I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he groaned. “I feel you, baby—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight—”

You came with a cry into his wrist, your whole body spasming.

Everything snapped — the pressure, the tension, the weeks of unsaid things between you, all of it boiling over in that moment as you fell apart on his cock.

He barely held it together.

You felt him twitch inside you, pace faltering, his voice falling to ragged, desperate whimpers.

“Fuckfuckfuck—oh my god, I’m gonna—can I—inside—?”

You nodded, dazed. “Yes—yes, please—”

One more thrust. Deep. Hot.

And he came with a bitten-off moan into your neck, his body jerking hard as he spilled into you — thick, hot spurts of cum painting your insides, his cock buried deep as he rode out every last pulse, twitching and trembling.

You slumped forward, boneless.

His arms caught you. Held you there.

Both of you breathing like you’d run miles. Sweaty. Shaking. Still joined, still stuffed full.

The closet spun in silence.

And when his hand finally fell from your mouth, you whispered — voice shot, lips swollen —

“…We can’t ever just be friends again, can we?”

And Hyunjin, still inside you, kissed your shoulder like it was a promise.

“No,” he said. “We’re so fucked.”

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Authors note: HIIIIIIIIII!!!! Breakfast is served (or lunch or dinner lol) 😂 personally i think this is the filthiest hyunjin fic i have written… right? I cant even remember lol! So i got that closet idea from this edit… saw it and my brain short-circuited 😭🫠❤️ And now we are here!

Give this a lot of love! Also update; i have officially started writing my first original novel 🥹 ahhhhh

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I’m sorry but Wooyoung doesn’t look healthy rn ☹️

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Yall his proportions are CRAZYYYY

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eh, screw it *releases my fucked up vampire au from the confines of my mind*

anyway I decided my blog is for me and I can draw and post all the weird silly concepts of my dreams and nobody can stop me. I actually have a lot of potential comic ideas ping-ponging in my head for this AU — not a linear story or anything (beyond what's on this post), just some good fun and shenanigans.

bonus:

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CLEARLY some people need a reminder on how much of a BIG, BEAUTIFUL MAN SCOUPS IS. so here i am.

there is so much of him to love and hold and appreciate. people need to SHUT UP.

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i miss having sex (i’m a total virgin loser)

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boyfriends who are boyfriends… yungi…

They’re truly at the top of my “boyfriends who are boyfriends” list. You’ll pry Yungi, WooSan, and Minsung from my cold dead hands.

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This man is fucking yummy

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🅳🅾🆄🅱🅻🅴 🅻🅾🅰🅳

🧺Pairing: Porn actor! Seonghwa x Director! Reader (f) x Porn actor! San

🧺Genre: smut, pwp

🧺Au: porn industry, director, porn star

🧺Trope: position of power, employer/employee

🧺Rating: 18+, MDNI

🧺Warnings: clothes ripping, threesome, double penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, mxm, groping, dirty talk, verbal instruction, switch! san, switch! reader, switch! seonghwa, dick drunk! reader, clit play

🧺Word Count: 3,106

🧺Summary: after a demonstration on set with your two male leads, they corner you in your trailer, and insist on a more hands on approach to the next scene

🧺Author's note: ... i don't want to talk about it. this is what happens when i'm left to my own devices....

You sigh and rub your eyebrow tiredly. This has been the seventh take of what was supposed to be a tasteful, slightly corny, but by EVERY means for the female eye porno. Your female actor was too used to acting it up for the male gaze and it was fucking with your vision.

You pull off your headphones and stomp over to the scene in the laundromat. “Let me show you what I want.”

Park Seonghwa, in his short top and jeans slung low, underwear band playing peekaboo and tanned skin out for display, stood leaning back against the washing machines, double stacked. 

“Can I touch you?” You make a point of asking. You may be in the porn industry but it was especially important that the actors feel comfortable. When Seonghwa nods slowly, like he’s a deer in the headlights, you begin your example.

You looked pointedly at the female star, who was casually tying a robe over her skimpy clothes. You grabbed Seonghwa's hips, firmly pushing him up against the machine. “You’re the one in power. It’s taking two men to pleasure you,” You instruct.

You run the tip of your nose along the seam of skin that Seonghwa is flashing. “You’re enjoying yourself. You want to feel the heat of his skin against your tongue, like you could drink it off him.”

Seonghwa watches you with wide eyes. He’s a vet in the porno world but he’s never been manhandled like this before. Especially by the director of all things.

“You want to hear his noises, hear him moan. You can be drunk off your power and loving it but moaning for no reason is really going to throw a female viewer off,” You say, head still at height with Seonghwa’s crotch.

“And then--” You look over your shoulder at the newbie, San. “Come over here, San.”

Choi San, a rising star with an equally slutty waist, pads over hesitantly where you’re bent over in front of Seonghwa. His eyes are shaky, looking hesitant as his hands hover. 

“Now San is enjoying what he’s seeing. He wants a piece too. But he has to be a good boy if he’s going to share,” You continue your narrative.

“Good boy?’ San squeaks.

You sigh. “Yes. Now put your hands on my hips.”

San’s hot hands grip your hips firmly. He may be a newbie but he was good at his job. 

“So while you’re busy sucking Seonghwa off, because you do so enjoy the weight of him on your tongue, San is nudging up against you, begging for access. You can pop off Seonghwa to answer San, but it has to be a place of power. You’re not begging him to fuck you. He’s gotta show that it’s worth taking the two of them at the same time.”

“Wow,” is all the female star can say. 

You stand up suddenly and clap. “Got it?” Both San and Seonghwa nod quickly in response. You smile, full of sunshine. “Good. Let’s go for another take.”

You sit in your chair, pulling your headphones back on, and sitting forward in your chair. “And action!”

The female star takes her cues from you very well, changing her attitude immediately. Seonghwa appears as melted candy in her hands and it’s exactly what you wanted. You did a careful pandown of Seonghwa’s body, from top to bottom. You managed to capture his eyebrows curved inward and the pop of his full lips as his teeth let them go. 

You raised your hand to silently count down until San entered the scene. His eyes were hooded as he took in the scene before him. Bronze skin on display because of the hot weather made him even more readily available than Seonghwa. Suddenly, the main female star has more options than she thought. You smiled inwardly, feeling glee at the female empowerment. 

The next hour or so goes seamlessly and you call for a break. 

Seonghwa and San make a beeline for you, after your assistant took your afternoon coffee order. 

“Can we get some notes for the next scene?” San asks eagerly. 

“We?’ You raise an eyebrow in Seonghwa’s direction.

The older actor nods enthusiastically. “It’s been eye opening to hear your perspective.”

You turn around to head to the back door of the laundromat. You crook two fingers to guide the two actors behind you. “My trailer has air conditioning. Let's go boys.”

Once inside, reclining against the sink, you open your script to refresh yourself. The next scene was the actress getting double timed by the two men. San takes a seat on the bench with the table and Seonghwa sits on the other end. 

“So this next part, after being spitroasted by the two of you, is…” You lick your finger and flip the pages. 

Upon the pause in your words, San pipes up. “You never acted, did you?”

Your gaze slowly rises above the script pages. “Why do you ask?”

Seonghwa exchanges a long glance with San. “Well, it just seems you have a lot of experience with this. And considering how you want to change the perception…”

“I’ve had a couple of indie films that were sensual enough that I had a few porn production companies ask me to try my hand at one of their films. I knew I wasn’t going to produce anything that they’d like. Or that they’d butcher my script. But when a female run company approached me, I knew it was time,” You provide.

“So… this vision comes from different experience?’ San continues. 

You chuckle lowly. “Are you asking me if this comes from personal experience, San?”

San scratches the back of his head. “I mean… does it?”

Cheeky bugger, this one. “Can’t film a porn if I’m an innocent soul, hmmm?” You hum.

“Well, no, what I mean is--!” San sputtered and you found it cute.

“She’s playing with you, San.” Seonghwa claps the younger’s back. “The script is definitely yours,” he says to you. “I can feel your voice right now and it is so similar to the narrative.”

You can’t help but shrug. “A woman in power is a heady thing.” You straighten your spine to get back into the professional head space. “Back to the script, the scene--”

“It’s my turn, right?” Seonghwa interrupts your train of thought. 

You lay down the script. “Exactly. The main character has decided what she’s had in her mouth she’d like to feel inside of her. And she can’t leave out her new toy, so she decides she’ll take San from behind.”

“Can you show us?” San wonders. 

Casting was easy with this one. You had judged him too quickly when he had walked into the room. Natural bitch face had you pegging him as one of those ‘take’er from behind and slap that ass’ type man. But the minute he read your script, wet eyes big and begging, you knew he’d be perfect. 

“The position is that San, with his arms, is going to hold the female up and open for Seonghwa,” You supply. 

Seonghwa stood up along with San. “Won’t that be uncomfortable for her?”

“She’s been warned. A few stretches will do wonders for her,” You shake your head.

“I think he means, would that really be comfortable if they were truly having sex?” San clarifies.

You frown. “Well, no, it’s actually quite easy--”

San’s hands descend on your shoulders, having taken his place behind you. Oh. They wanted that kind of show. Whatever helped them film the scene better, you supposed. 

You lean a little bit against San’s firm chest. “So, to start you’re gonna lift one of her legs by the back of her thigh. You want to almost brag to Seonghwa that you came inside her first. Your cum should be dripping out of her, and Seonghwa says--”

“--I can’t see that well, lift her other leg,” Seonghwa supplies in a sultry tone.

You nod. “Exactly so then--” You can’t help but squeal as San puts you in the position that the female actor is going to be. His hands grip your thighs firmly, immediately burning a handprint through your leggings. 

“I’m turned on by another man’s cum dripping out of your pussy or I’m simply eager to add my own to the mix?” Seonghwa wonders. 

“Uh, well, I was thinking the latter,” You supply.

Seonghwa nods slowly like he’s absorbing your words. “But San’s got no way to maneuver himself inside of you. He’s using his hands to hold you up.”

You’d let the freudian slips go. “If you check the script, it says that--”

San begins to lift you slowly up. “Aren’t I supposed to let my cum run down your cunt and coat my cock?”

Okay, one of them making a mistake you could accept but the both of them? “Her cunt. Yes, and then--”

“Can I help him?” Seonghwa asks. 

He’s awfully close to you now, his lips turned inward as if he’s anticipating your response.

“To put himself inside of her?” You ask. Seonghwa nods. “Well, I suppose that adlib wouldn’t be horrible. I wasn’t exactly looking to festishize two males in this one, though.”

“It’s just one bro helping another. What if he slips while trying to push in?” Seonghwa supplies.

San’s most definitely getting turned in by the conversation. His bulge is between your ass cheeks now. He must be trying to figure out how high he’ll have to raise you--her---so that he can penetrate the asshole. 

“So, we can practise this on set with your co-star. Now if you’ll just let me down, San.” You wait but you don’t feel the release of San’s muscles. “San?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we practised more?” Seonghwa meets your gaze, eyes searching out yours. 

You raise both eyebrows. “I think this is plenty, don’t you?”

Seonghwa shakes his head. “I thought I’d help a newbie out. San’s not done anal on camera before. We should pop his cherry before you get back in your directing chair.”

Well, that’s a new one. 

“With me.” You state.

“Who better to practise with than the one with the vision? You can give us notes afterwards. Learning first hand would give me such an edge moving forward,” San murmurs into your ear. 

Your nipples tighten under your shirt. Instead, you say, “This is so unprofessional.” You squirm slightly in San’s grasp but he adjusts quickly, not letting you go. 

Seonghwa shakes his head, his fringe in his eyes making him blink cutely, helping his case. “Surely not. It’s our profession and yours. You tell us where to go, just like on set, and we’ll follow your lead. You’ve got the lines memorized, right, San?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” San says, straight from the script and going right to your stomach, curling there like a purring cat.

“Don’t you want this too?” You reply with a husky voice, unable to help your tone. 

“It’s more important that this is what you need,” Seonghwa purrs. 

“I need both of you inside of me.” Your voice is wobbling by now. 

“This is in the way though,” Seonghwa muses.

“No no, wait--!”

Before you get a chance to tell Seonghwa to not ruin your only pair of pants on set, Seonghwa's already tearing the crotch apart. The satisfying ripping sound is like music to your director’s ears, however. 

Seonghwa lets out a very male chuckle. “Oh, she’s gooey.”

“Excuse you,” You cough out. 

“It’s too bad it isn’t my cum though,” San laments. 

Jesus, how long had these two been planning this? Was it because of your demonstration earlier? 

“Good point,” Seonghwa agrees, lips pursed in thought. 

“Where else are you going to get lube at a laundromat?” You laugh weakly. 

“Mmmm, spit will just have to do,” San says.

“Oh no, young padewan,” Seonghwa shakes his head, his shoulders moving with silent laughter. “Spit will dry too quickly. Get inside of her cunt first, coat yourself with her wetness, then fuck her ass.”

“Oh, pro tips coming from a pro, huh?” You can hear the grin in San’s voice.

“Also you’re putting the cart before the horse. You have to get out of your pants first,” Seonghwa says with a crooked, playful grin.

“Weren’t you supposed to be helping me with that?” San reminds Seonghwa.

Seonghwa looks at you inquiringly. “Well, Director? What do you think?”

“Tease--” You croak so you have to clear your throat. “Tease him.”

Seonghwa looks over your shoulder to San. “You didn’t say anything earlier.”

“Please, Papi, tease me,” San coos and then laughs. 

The joking between them relaxes some muscles in you. Two men being at ease with each other, especially on set, was settling whatever nerve had been holding you back.

“That’s it, sweetheart, use my chest to relax. It’s us pleasing you, remember?” San murmurs.

Those plush lips of his brush along your neck and you find yourself turning your head to give him better access. When San moans into the crook of your neck, you know that Seonghwa has found his target. 

“There we go, I didn’t even have to do anything,” Seonghwa whispers quietly. “Sannie was nice and hard for you already. Now we just have to get him inside of you.”

Seonghwa angles San so that the younger man can penetrate you. You and San groan in unison as he slides right into you without any resistance. With all of your weight in San’s hands and arms, the pornstar flexes his abdomen and shallowly thrusts inside of you. You whimper at the stimulation. 

“Just enough to coat it,” Seonghwa reminds San. “Remember, that’s my hole.”

“Yeah yeah,” San grumbles. “She’s clamping down on me so hard though. It’s like she doesn’t want me to leave.”

You’ve got a problem on your hands: you’re already dumb on San’s cock. 

“No no, don’t leave,” You moan. “So good.”

Seonghwa grips your chin to bring you back to reality. “C’mon, lover, don’t go soft on us now.”

“So good,” You whine.

Seonghwa captures your lips in a kiss. “God, you’re cute when you’re pussy drunk.”

“No!’ You whimper as San slowly pulls out of you.

“It’s okay,” San reassures you. “I won’t leave you empty for long.”

With the aid of Seonghwa again, San penetrates your puckered hole, more slowly this time. When he’s full hilt inside of you, you mewl when he doesn’t make any movement.

“So demanding,” Seonghwa jokes, flipping to the script. 

You attempt to pull some moisture into your mouth by licking your lips. One of your hands clasps the back of Seonghwa’s neck. “You better finish inside of me before my loads are done, otherwise, I’ll be the one you never finished.”

Seonghwa flashes you a crooked, slow smile that makes your insides melt even more. “It would be my pleasure.”

Seonghwa’s hand moves to the small of your back to push your lower half further out, somewhat pulling San out of you but pushing into you nonetheless. 

“Oh, oh my god,” You curse at just how full it is to feel this way. Again. 

“That’s not the line, Miss Director. Should we call cut and roll it back?” San wonders. He pulls you back down on his length, pulling Seonghwa out. 

“No, no, I can do it,” You gasp, pulling yourself back from the lust-fog that’s covered your mind. “I want to feel like you’re fucking me on the washing machine, come on boys,” You whine. 

Then it’s off to the races as the two pornstars fuck you like they’re being filmed. You can feel San’s body rolling behind you, small puffs of air hitting the back of your neck. Seonghwa almost doesn’t have to do anything to move in and out of you, so he takes advantage of his free hands and holds your head in place for messy kisses. San whines about being left out and you watch in awe as the two exchange a kiss full of tongue and saliva. 

“I’m not going to last very long,” You admit. 

“I thought it took two dicks to even make you come?” Seonghwa counters with the lines from the script.

“It’s just so good. I forgot. Oh please please please don’t slow down. You’ve got to recover and then we’ve got to shoot and--”

Any further real life invasive thoughts are gone as Seonghwa sucks his thumb and then begins to rub your clit. 

“Let’s see you come, Director,” Seonghwa suggests.

“Are your come noises pornographic?” You could picture the adorable eye smile of San’s right now at his pun.

Your back arches, your toes point, and your legs spread as you come hard enough to see stars behind your eyes. You don’t even attempt to quiet your groans as they both fuck you through your orgasm and search out their own. 

“Fu-fill me up,” You manage to stutter.

San’s first to go, bringing his hips flush to your ass and releasing with a low groan. He holds your legs wide as Seonghwa finishes next, nose scrunched up and unloading everything he’s got. 

“Not sure our co-star will be able to live up to that performance,” Seonghwa teases you.

“Oh god,” You moan. “San let go of my legs. One at a time, mind you, please.”

San does as you ask, Seonghwa’s hand firmly on your waist in aid. Your face heats up as you feel both loads of cum slowly start to leak out of you. You clench as hard as you can with both holes. 

“No one speaks of this,” You command.

San dips his head, his eyes searching out yours. “Because this is going to happen more often or..?”

Seonghwa starts to laugh at the rookie’s insistence. “That can be the price for our silence,” he offers, eyes shining with amusement. 

You rub your eyebrows in worry. “We’ll figure out the semantics later. Clean up and I’m going to see if my assistant can’t find me another pair of leggings.”

“No notes?” San pouts.

“I think the fact that she was dick-drunk was enough,” Seonghwa supplies.

When both male pornstars leave your trailer, you hear the perky voice of the female actress from outside of your trailer.

“Where have you two been?” She wonders.

“Getting notes from the director,” San says immediately. 

“She’s great, isn’t she?” the female actress sighs happily.

“Oh, better than you can imagine,” Seonghwa confirms.

The male laughter you can hear from inside your trailer is enough to get your face heated up again. Filming the rest of this movie was going to be a pain in your ass… literally.

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I need a vibrator cause my hand and fingers CRAMP 😮‍💨

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IM STILL NOT OVER THE FACT THAT I SAW ATEEZ AND IM GOING TO SEE SKZ IN LIKE A MONTH???? IM NOT READY

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WHAT DO THEY WANT FROM US

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That’s so fucking hot omg I need that right now 😩

You Make Me So Thirsty

Smut. MINORS DNI.

Hello welcome to this random woosan vampire au!! Had a ton of fun with this one, and the Wooyoung arena photoshoot has made me FERAL so you know I had to include him.

Title is from Teeth by Enhypen.

✧✩✮ Summary: You meet San at a club, and he takes you home. Neither of you are expecting his vampire situationship to be waiting there. ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Choi San x fem reader ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Includes: unexpected vampire appearances, nightclub meeting, woosan are weird and kinda toxic but what else is new, "slut", "princess", coming inside (twice! pleaseeeee use a condom irl), doggy, cowboy ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Word count: 2.4k ✮✩✧

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San’s hands rested gently on your hips, and his thumbs rubbed your sides. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes, having a great time!” You smiled.

“Where did your friends go?” He looked around.

You whipped your head from side to side, the motion making a headache blossom behind your eyes. “They were just right here…”

“We don’t need em.” Even in the low light of the club, you caught his wink, and you could feel yourself growing hot. “You said you’re having fun, right?”

“Yes.” You smiled again.

One of San’s hands moved up to your neck, caressing. You moaned softly as his fingers curled against your nape, pulling you into a kiss.

You’d never kissed a guy the first night meeting him before, but you could already tell San was different. San was special. He was so sweet, making sure you hadn’t been drinking too much and laughing with your friends. And that wasn’t even to mention the tight, short-sleeved black turtleneck he was wearing, showing off his broad shoulders and tiny waist.

He was a great kisser, too, just the right amount of tongue for a first kiss in a club.

He pulled away far too soon, and you made a small, displeased noise.

“Wanna come back to my place for the night?” He said, slightly breathless, and you could see a touch of nerves in the way he blinked, his mouth quirking into a small, hopeful smile.

How could you resist?

“Yes.” You kissed him again. “Yes, San, I would love that.”

You found your friends and promised them you’d keep your phone’s location on the whole night before leaving with San.

As you watched him and that perfect side profile order an uber, you could feel yourself getting excited already at the thought of what you’d be doing in just a few minutes.

You got in the car, and his thumb rubbed the back of your hand as you chatted on the drive to his apartment.

When you got there, to a nice building in a nice part of town, San helped you out of the car and held your hand as you walked inside. It was clear from his demeanor that he was excited, and that he was having a great time with you, and you were returning the energy.

It was all smooth sailing until he unlocked his door, and you walked in after him, and there was a man sitting in his living room, doing something on his phone. He had bleached blond hair with dark streaks falling in his eyes, and a lollipop sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Sannie, you’re back, thank god, I’m really fucking thirsty.” He said, looking up. A smile spread on his face. “Oh, who’s this?”

“San?” You looked at him.

“Woo.” San sighed. “Come on, I’m busy, can’t—”

“I said I’m thirsty.” The man’s smile grew bigger. “Can she wait?”

“Can I— what? What’s going on?” You looked between them, more confused by the second.

San closed his eyes, directing his speech to the other man. “Wooyoung, I try to enjoy one nice evening out, and you break into my apartment. Can you wait?”

Wooyoung sat forward, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth with a languid pop that was really far too attractive. He put on a pout. “Oh, come on, you don’t want me to shrivel up and die, do you?”

“You’ll be fine. One night is all I ask. One night.” San sighed.

“Pretty please?” He made his eyes big and his expression sincere.

San looked at you. “Y/n, this is Wooyoung, my— he’s a vampire, and he feeds from me.”

“Huh?” You blinked.

“Oh, look at her, poor thing doesn’t even know what to do with that.” Wooyoung looked at you with faux sympathy.

“I— maybe I should just go.” You backed towards the door. “I don’t mean to interrupt—”

“No!” San said. “No, don’t go, I— I’ll get Woo out of here, he can—”

“Fuck her.” Wooyoung shrugged. “I’ll watch, and—”

“Is this a weird sex thing?” You interrupted. “You pretend to be a vampire, and then—”

“Kinda!” Wooyoung said at the same time as San said “Yes!”

“Yes!” San said again, louder. “Yes, it’s just a pretend— wait, that’s not— that’s not much better, it’s not what it— it’s…” He sighed. “I give up.”

Wooyoung grinned triumphantly. “It is a weird sex thing, but not in the way you think.” He pulled back his lip, showing off long, pointed teeth. “When I bite Sannie, my spit has aphrodisiac properties, it makes him real needy.” He finally stood up, walking over to San to drape himself across his shoulders, looking at you. “Don’t you think neediness would look good on him?”

San whimpered.

You whimpered.

“So you do. You think he’d look so good on his knees, begging.”

You just swallowed, your eyes flickering between Wooyoung and San.

“You wanna watch me bite him?” Wooyoung’s eyes grew heavy, and he nudged San’s neck with his cheek. San moaned, exposing his neck to Wooyoung and closing his eyes tight.

You were frozen in place, unsure of exactly what was happening. You wanted to say that vampires weren’t real, that none of this… well, that wasn’t entirely true, was it?

Wooyoung’s teeth looked pretty real.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling away. San looked at him, then at you, his eyes big.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry to drag you into this, but Wooyoung is… he’s….” San struggled for words.

Wooyoung laughed again. “Irresistible?”

“I was going to go to with insatiable.” San gave him a look.

“That works too.” Wooyoung purred. He looked at you. “Come on, princess, why don’t you come keep Sannie busy while I drink?”

“Wha—what do you mean?” You stammered.

Wooyoung patted the couch. “San, sit down, and you can start kissing y/n. Then I’ll drink, and then we’ll have fun.” His eyes nearly sparkled.

You couldn’t believe what you were doing, but you moved to sit next to San on the couch. He pulled you nearly into his lap, and you squeaked.

“Oh, how precious.” Wooyoung drawled, grabbing one of San’s wrists and licking across it. San moaned.

“I’m— I’m sorry, y/n, I didn’t—” San started.

You cut him off. “San. It’s okay. Your… Wooyoung is really hot, and I really like you, so… yeah. This is okay.”

In response, San pulled you in with his other hand, bringing his lips to yours in a hard kiss.

He moaned loudly into your mouth, and you looked over at his wrist. Wooyoung was biting it aggressively, blood already all over his mouth. He was moaning, too, little “uh-uh-uh”s that made you ache. He looked at you, winking, before he returned to sucking at the veins.

San made a pathetic little noise, and you looked back at him, kissing him again. “I’m sorry, baby, I just was watching Wooyoung for a second.”

“’S okay.” San whimpered. “Just wanted your attention.” He kissed you hungrily, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Wooyoung finished quickly, and he licked San’s wrist a few times before he produced a band-aid from his pocket and gently put it over the punctures.

“Vampire who carries around band-aids.” You snorted.

He gave you a look. “Hey, I do care about my blood donors, enough to keep them healthy. Besides, it tastes off if they’ve got an infection.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Oh.”

Wooyoung smirked, looking past you to San. “Oh, does poor Sannie need something?”

San whined, looking between you and Wooyoung. “I need— I need— I don’t know what I need, but I need it from both of you.”

“Sweet thing.” Wooyoung murmured, leaning forward to caress his cheek. “It’s a good thing I know what you need, then, isn’t it?” He looked at you. “San really gets so desperate when I drink from him. I think part of it is a reaction to my spit, but I think part of it is just that he’s a slut.” He bit out the “t”, and San moaned.

Wooyoung laughed. “What about you, princess, are you a bit of a slut, too?”

“I—” You felt your cheeks go hot. “I don’t— I don’t fuck a lot of guys.”

“That’s not my criteria.” He grinned, glancing between your legs. “Does watching San get more and more turned on get you more and more turned on? Do you just want someone to touch you?” He put on a mocking voice. “Do you want to be my good girl?”

You swallowed, hard, trying to gather yourself.

“So I’ll take that as a yes.” Wooyoung stood up. “San, why don’t you get your pants off, and y/n, why don’t you ride him?”

“Yes, sir.” San breathed.

You nodded, following his lead. “Yes, sir.”

A dusting of pink rose on San’s cheeks as he took his pants and boxers off to reveal his hard cock, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. You needed him inside you now.

You got your underwear off under your skirt and waited for San to position himself on the couch. You straddled him, your knees wide. You guided San’s hands to your waist, and they rested there as you lined yourself up with his cock.

Wooyoung giggled. “Oh, San, you really like this girl, don’t you? You think she’s so cute, so hot, so fuckable, and you really wanted to have a nice evening with her.”

“Yes, I did.” San groaned.

“I would say I’m sorry to crash, but I’m really not.” Wooyoung shrugged. “I like bossing you around too much.”

“Wooyoung, can I— can I ride him?” You looked at him.

“Ohhh.” He crooned. “Oh, y/n, you are such a good girl, so obedient and good for me. Yes, ride him.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, sinking down onto his cock, feeling it stretch your dripping hole inch by inch.

“Does that feel good?” Wooyoung came up behind you, pushing his hands beneath your top, feeling all along your skin.

You arched into him. “Yes, Wooyoung, San, your cock is so good, oh my god.”

“Please ride me.” San groaned.

“Yes.” You whispered, bracing yourself against his shoulders before you began to bounce.

Wooyoung’s hands continued to roam across your skin, adding sensation upon sensation. San was so big inside you, and the noises he was making were downright sinful.

To make matters even worse, one of Wooyoung’s hands drifted under your skirt, finding your clit and rubbing it in small circles as you rode San. You moaned, throwing your head back onto Wooyoung’s shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” He mumbled. “That’s a good girl.”

As you continued to ride San, Wooyoung’s touches grew more insistent, more aggressive, more possessive. “Come on, good girl, come.” He hissed.

It didn’t take you long to obey his command. You came, hard, your hole clenching around San’s cock.

“I’m gonna—” He choked.

“Come, Sannie.” Wooyoung said, his voice bored. San came, deep inside you, as you finished your orgasm you could feel him filling you up.

You slumped against Wooyoung. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Wooyoung pulled you closer, more gently. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, San.” You leaned forward to kiss him affectionately.

He kissed you back. “Thank you for not running screaming when you saw that a vampire had broken into my apartment.”

You laughed. “I’m really glad I stayed.”

“I am, too.” Wooyoung grinned, his teeth on display. “Because I want to fuck you next.”

He helped you off San, his cum spilling all over the couch. San sighed. “That’s going to suck to try to get out.”

“Whatever.” Wooyoung mumbled. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Your stomach jumped at the thought of what Wooyoung would do to you as you got into position on the couch.

You could feel him behind you, you heard his zipper unzip, and his cock pressed against your hole a few moments later.

You whined involuntarily, arching your back. He laughed. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

He began to push inside you, eased by San’s cum dripping out of you. “Fuck.” He whispered. “God, princess, you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big.” You whimpered. San had been big, but Wooyoung was bigger, you could tell just from feeling him.

“That’s what San likes to say, too, when I fuck him.” Wooyoung gave a breathy laugh. “He’s all, ‘you’re so big, Wooyoung, fit so good inside me.’ It’s pathetic, really.”

“I want to see that.” You said, without thinking.

Wooyoung laughed. “You want to watch me fucking him?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Don’t be ashamed.” San moved in front of you, kissing you languidly as Wooyoung fully seated himself inside you. “You’re welcome back anytime you want.”

“With a cunt like this you’re extra welcome.” Wooyoung pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

You yelped. “Fuck!”

He laughed again. “Princess, we’re just getting started.”

He set a punishing pace, fucking you like he was mad at you, like he was trying to get back at you for something. You were just along for the ride, moaning and whining as he thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck, I’m— I’m gonna come.” He groaned.

It was San’s turn to laugh from where he was playing with your hair. “Can’t last long?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled. “Or I’ll make you.”

“Oh, please do.”

Wooyoung held onto your hips, burying himself all the way inside you before you felt him start to come. You moaned, collapsing onto San.

“That feel good, baby?” He whispered, stroking your hair. “Does he feel good?”

“Yes.”

Wooyoung’s grip loosened, and he pulled out. “Fuck, that felt good.”

“Can—” A knot of anxiety started to form in your stomach. “Can I stay the night?”

“Of course.” San kissed your forehead. “I’d love that.”

You smiled. “Woo, are you staying?”

“Woo doesn’t usually stay the night.” San said with a touch of bitterness.

“Well maybe tonight is the first time.” Wooyoung said. “Just for y/n.”

“Not for me?” San sounded genuinely hurt.

Wooyoung relented. “Maybe a bit for you, too.”

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CEOs sanhwa who love to mess with their personal assistant at the worst times. pressing up against you when you're at the printer and even when you're tidying up their desks. they love to overwhelm and crowd you, feel your face get hot under their touch. their favourite past time? fucking you in their office during late hours. bending you over their desks, laying you out on the couch, fucking you in front of the large floor to ceiling windows, sandwiching you between them, and filling you up over and over.

these pics got me fucking drooling good lord put me in a chokehold with your biceps juseyo 🤲🤲

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When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

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getting both wet AND hard because i don't let my physical form limit my self expression

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soju meme with ateez —