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You hurried to get the door as someone stood on the other side, endlessly mashing the doorbell. There wasn’t a single doubt in your head who might be the culprit, and sure enough, you opened the door to find Hongjoong there as planned, with Wooyoung at his side, a wide smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
“I picked up a stray,” Hongjoong laughed. "Hope that's okay with you. Wooyoung didn't seem to think it would be."
“Oh, gee, both my best friends here together? You’ll have no objections from me,” you laughed as Wooyoung stepped forward to envelop you in a full on koala hug. You froze as he gave you a peck on the cheek, suddenly self-conscious in front of Hongjoong. You’d had a huge crush on Hongjoong or quite a while now, and although you were sure he didn’t feel the same, some small part of your brain was still clinging to the hope that one day he’d up and confess some feelings of his own.
Until then, you supposed you didn’t mind the alternative. When you had moved six years ago, you had never imagined that you’d have found such caring and kind friends in your new city, but the universe clearly had had plans for you. You had bumped into Hongjoong and Wooyoung one night at a late movie— quite literally in fact. You still remembered the resultant mess— the contents of two large buckets of popcorn strewn across the floor, drinks spilled, and several angry staff.
The wild laughter that followed from all three of you was enough for said staff to ask you all to leave, and your newfound acquaintances lost no time in inviting you to their favorite 24 hour diner as an alternative.
Since then, the three of you had been joined at the hip, and you had quickly fallen in with the rest of their friend circle to boot.
“I brought snacks,” Hongjoong announced as Wooyoung detached himself from you. Woo grinned mischievously.
“I brought something too,” he giggled.
“Should I be scared?” You feigned horror as you let them in, though you had a feeling you knew what the surprise was.
Hongjoong made a beeline for the kitchen, and Wooyoung sauntered in behind him, that same grin never leaving his lips.
“Let’s just say… I thought of a way we can really… elevate … our rot day,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Called it. What a dork. But also… hmm. I hope that doesn’t make things weird.
Hongjoong appeared at your elbow, slipping an arm around you and giving you a gentle side hug, causing your heart to drop into your feet. You knew that he was generally hesitant when it came to skinship, and more than a little picky about who he chose to allow himself to be close to. You had noticed over the last several months that he seemed to be getting more comfortable with you, which had been both a blessing and a curse. Part of you wanted at the very least to be able to cuddle with him the way you sometimes did with Wooyoung.
The rest of you knew that was a supremely terrible idea; the more Hongjoong paid you attention, the harder it was to talk yourself out of your stupid crush.
You knew if it ever escalated from where you were now, you were a goner.
Absolutely unfair, really.
Once the three of you were comfortably sprawled out around the living room— you and Hongjoong on opposite ends of the sectional and Wooyoung in your old, well-worn recliner, Woo reached for his computer bag with a giggle.
“So… I brought gummies,” he announced. “No one is obligated of course, but they’re here if anyone wants.”
You watched as he opened the small pack and ate one himself, holding it out to you next.
"Jagiya?"
You tried to ignore the tingle down your spine at the pet name.
“Oh, sure, why not,” you shrugged, and Woo tossed the bag to you. Although it wasn’t a regular occurrence for you, you did occasionally enjoy getting out of your head like this. The few times you had done so had really amped your creativity, to the point where you could absolutely see why Wooyoung had recommended it in the first place. As a budding writer, you were now nearly done with your very first novel, and you had scads of ideas logged away for future endeavors.
You checked the dose on the bag before partaking, and held it out to Hongjoong.
“Joongie?”
“Sure, just don’t make fun of me if I fall asleep immediately,” he giggled. “Might as well at least try to be on the same level once you and Wooyoung get even more silly I guess.”
“I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean,” Wooyoung said airily as he turned to his book. “I’m very serious all the fucking time.”
“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” Hongjoong scoffed as he downed his gummy and opened his laptop.
“Someday someone will believe me,” Wooyoung said solemnly. “Just you wait.”
“Music preferences?” You interjected as Hongjoong made a face at Wooyoung.
“No preference,” both of them said in unison.
“Weird nostalgia playlist it is,” you shrugged, pulling up a lengthy playlist of your old favorites and hitting play.
“Weird playlist for the weirdo,” Woo said. “Who’d have thunk.”
You threw a pillow at him, which he caught effortlessly, laughing brightly as he did so.
“You asked the elder emo what she wanted to listen to, now live with the consequences, Jung Wooyoung.”
“Wow, you didn’t have to government name me,” Woo pouted as he snuggled down further under your favorite blanket and picked up his book again. “Gosh.”
“Are there days people don’t have to do that?” Hongjoong asked, eyes never leaving his computer, but you could see the faint smirk on his lips.
His stupid, perfect, disgustingly kissable lips.
You tried to internalize the sigh as you turned to your writing. You had been having some trouble with the resolution of one of the core relationship conflicts, which annoyed you in more ways than one, but mostly because at this point you felt it was just a parallel to your predicament with your crush on Hongjoong.
You shook your head as you began to feel the effects of the gummy, and glanced over to your friends. Wooyoung was engrossed in his book, one foot sticking out from under the blanket as he lay sprawled out on the recliner, absentmindedly cuddling one of your Stitch plushies.
Hongjoong, however, was staring at you, eyes slightly glazed over, and you froze, quickly looking back to your computer screen. You heard a small kerfuffle and peered to the right as best you could without moving your head to see Hongjoong closing his laptop and moving the tray table aside.
“I need a snack,” he said hurriedly.
“Ooh, munchies already?” Woo asked. “Will you bring me the bag of gummy worms?” He added.
“Sure,” Hongjoong nodded. He turned to you, cheeks visibly flushed. “Do you want something?”
“I don’t suppose you brought pretzels—” You started, and Woo began to giggle.
“Hongjoong was sure to pick out some of your favorite snacks,” Woo said, brushing his long black hair out of his face.
“I got two kinds of hummus,” Hongjoong mumbled. “Roasted garlic and that lemon dill one you like.”
“Roasted garlic please,” you hummed happily.
Not like I’m gonna be kissing anyone anytime soon.
You immediately regretted this thought, as your thoughts were loosening up further, and you were well aware of where they’d go if you let them run unchecked. You turned back to your writing instead, but found yourself just staring at the screen. You startled when Hongjoong appeared in front of you, offering the bag of pretzels and a small dipping cup of hummus.
“Thanks Joongie,” you said, and now it was your turn to blush. You noticed Wooyoung was staring at you and Hongjoong, the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
You watched as Hongjoong quietly returned to his station on the sofa and reopened his laptop.
“What are you working on?” You asked him, your curiosity getting the best of you. Hongjoong had been designing clothing since you’d known him, but he had recently been hired by a brand local to you, and they had immediately asked him to design a line for them. You knew he was excited, but you also had no doubt that he was probably stressing over it too. But now, with relaxation flowing through his veins, he happily scooted closer to you, bringing his laptop with him.
You listened, your slight haze growing a bit as Hongjoong animatedly walked you through the dress designs he’d been working on that week. He was quick to blush as you complimented his work, raving over a few designs in particular that you knew you’d have to have for your own closet. Hongjoong returned to his end of the couch, now seventeen shades of red. Out of nowhere, Wooyoung chuckled to himself, and your eyes flicked to him. As you suspected, he was not laughing at his book, but he was looking at you with a knowing grin.
You hadn’t meant to let Wooyoung know about your crush, but if anyone was good at reading people, and even better at learning their secrets, it was Jung Wooyoung. You glowered as you tried to return to your writing, but your brain was too far gone, and the only thing left was Hongjoong. The snack you’d had had only served to elevate you further, and you flipped over to your socials instead as the room fell quiet again, save for the music still playing over the speaker.
You jumped as you got a Discord notification from Wooyoung.
Wooyounggg_ [2:53pm]: Hongjoong keeps staring at you :)
You tapped out an answer, your eyes flicking over to Hongjoong. Sure enough, he was looking at you again, and your heart skipped a beat.
You [2:54pm]: Listen here you absolute carrot don't make me murder you I like that chair too much to bloody it up
Wooyoung burst into a fit of giggles, and you rolled your eyes. Hongjoong remained oblivious, though he had managed to wrestle his gaze back to his own computer.
You [2:54pm]: He’s just super stoned. Remember the time Mingi gave him half of one of his homemade brownies and he slept for 20 hours? Poor guy is probably totally zonked.
Wooyounggg_ [2:55pm]: I will never forget or let our darling Joongie live it down. But it’s not just that.
Wooyounggg_ [2:55pm]: You know as well as I do that people tend to be more real when they’re under the influence. ;)
You sighed. He was right, of course. You knew this from experience.
Most notably, the first time you and Woo had gotten high together, which had started quite innocently, and had ended in heated makeouts and an all-nighter for the history books. Since then, the two of you had decided to just be friends, but you knew you’d never get those memories out of your head.
If you were being really, truly honest with yourself, you liked both of them. You had realized quickly that you had more of an attachment to Wooyoung than you wanted to admit.
But the risk of ruining everything had kept you from going any further with him, and anywhere at all with Hongjoong. They were friends. That was that. As much fun as you’d had with Woo during your previous escapades, you knew you couldn’t chance repeating it.
Your head snapped to the side as you heard Hongjoong sputtering, and Wooyoung began to laugh again. Joong was clearly loopy now, not that you were faring much better, though you were also willing to bet you were slightly more functional than him, considering he had entirely missed his mouth when taking a drink, dumping water down his shirt instead.
“Fucking fuck,” he muttered. You flitted to the kitchen to grab a towel, bringing it back to him and helping him clean up. You took a seat next to him, sensing some prickliness, and gently laid a hand on his forearm. His eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as his gaze flicked from yours, to your hand, and back again.
Seconds later, he was pulling away, shoving his laptop into his bag, muttering about how he should probably head home and lie down. Your eyes stung with tears, and you silently admonished yourself for reacting the way you were. You had been scared it was only a matter of time before you overstepped somehow.
And of course all of us being zooted helps exactly nothing.
He was out the door in less than five minutes, leaving you sitting on the couch, chest heaving as you tried to calm yourself. Wooyoung was next to you almost unreasonably quickly.
“You okay, jagi?”
“I don’t know what I did,” you sighed, ignoring the pet name.
“I’ll go get him,” Wooyoung told you. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“No,” you said, taking a swig of water. “Um. I’ll go.”
Wooyoung did not say a word, but gave you a sly grin. You rolled your eyes yet again and clambered to your feet, donning a pair of slippers as you stepped outside to go find Hongjoong.
You were surprised to find he had not gone far, and was standing just outside your apartment door, fumbling with a rideshare app. You closed the door behind you quietly, clearing your throat quietly. Hongjoong jumped, nearly throwing his phone.
“Joongie. What’s wrong?” You frowned. “I thought we were having a nice day.”
“Nothing,” he muttered. “Just… thought maybe I should go home? I don’t know. I just.” He shook his head. “I can’t think straight right now is all.”
“Why leave though?” You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t even understand what hap—“
Your sentence was cut short as Hongjoong stepped to you, slipping his arms around your waist and tugging you to him roughly, his lips crashing onto yours in a heated, desperate kiss. You gasped against his lips, but it did not deter him, not that you minded in the slightest. He pushed you back against the door with a thump , pressing his body to yours in the same second as he continued to kiss you like his entire existence depended on it.
Your head was spinning now, and you thought you heard a cackle from the other side of the door. You broke the kiss, and a split second later Wooyoung opened the door. Hongjoong caught you before you tumbled backwards, pulling you back to him and holding you tightly.
“Hey there kids,” Wooyoung said gleefully. “Having fun out here?”
“Shut up, Wooyoung,” you and Hongjoong said in unison.
“All I’m saying is it’s more comfortable in here,” Woo said insistently, and you caught the wink he gave you.
Carefully, you extracted yourself from Hongjoong’s grasp, and he allowed you to lead him back into the apartment, though you could tell he was somewhat timid, his face still flushed red.
“Should I leave you guys to it?” Wooyoung asked, still grinning from ear to ear as you and Hongjoong sat down together on the sofa. “Or…” He winked at you again.
“Or?” You raised an eyebrow at Wooyoung.
“You know,” he said sheepishly, his cheeks turning pink.
“Jung Wooyoung, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
“I mean…” he shrugged. “I bet I could show Hongjoong a thing or two.”
“Wait, wait,” Hongjoong said, and you could see the gears turning in his head. “Did… did you guys sleep together?!”
“There is a distinct possibility that that is a thing that happened,” you admitted. “Sorry we didn’t tell you. It was totally an impromptu thing and it didn’t happen again and I didn’t want to—“
“Well that’s not fair,” Hongjoong said calmly, interrupting as he scooted closer to you. Carefully, he pushed you back against the pillows next to you, and before you knew it, his upper body was pressing you down further as he kissed you again, with a renewed fervor that left your head spinning even more than it had been. He broke the kiss after a few moments, and you stared at him blankly. He had not moved, his weight on top of you comforting yet insanity-inducing. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Is…” You blinked, trying to clear the fog in your head and knowing it was a losing battle all the same. “Is this real?”
“Hmm, sounds like you need convincing,” Wooyoung surmised, stroking his chin as if he was thinking big thoughts. “I have a few ideas as to how we could orchestrate that.”
“I’m sure you do, you little shit,” you fired back, still hyper aware that Hongjoong was basically still lying on top of you. Wooyoung let out a high-pitched giggle, and you sighed.
“Are… are you guys sure this is what you want?”
“To be clear, we are talking about a threesome, right?” Hongjoong asked, his question followed by a nervous giggle.
“Yes, Hongjoong,” Wooyoung said exasperatedly. “God. You need to get out more.”
“Well, I’m out now,” Hongjoong whispered as he lowered his lips to yours again. “Should we take this adventure somewhere more comfortable?” He whispered against your lips as he kissed you softly now, with deep, unhurried kisses that had you gasping for breath. It felt so intimate, even though you could feel Wooyoung’s eyes on you, could see his smirk in your mind’s eye.
“S…sure,” you managed to get out. At once, Hongjoong had moved, and he and Wooyoung were hauling you to your feet. Wooyoung stopped you before you could take a step, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you to him to kiss you deeply. He giggled into the kiss, as he nipped at your lip, sucked on your tongue. He had clearly not forgotten a single thing from your previous encounter. You felt wetness pooling between your thighs at an embarrassing rate now. The idea of being with both of them was almost enough to make you come on the spot.
“Mmm,” Wooyoung murmured as he came up for air.” I missed this, not gonna lie. I don’t think once was enough.”
“Come on,” Hongjoong urged, taking your hand. Wooyoung let you go, taking your other hand and squeezing it.
You led them to your bedroom slowly, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. Part of you hoped you weren’t making a huge mistake.
The rest of you was practically vibrating at the chance to finally show Hongjoong how you felt about him, in more ways than one.
The second you were across the threshold of your bedroom, you found yourself sandwiched between your friends, their hands everywhere at once, two sets of lips kissing every bit of exposed skin they could reach— which happened to be a lot, considering you’d dressed for comfort in sweats and a tank top that probably showed just a bit too much .
You felt hands tugging at the waistband of your pants, and looked back to see Wooyoung with a wicked grin. He leaned over to whisper in your ear.
“Wanna let me show Hongjoong how to make you come?”
You gulped. You turned back to Hongjoong, who was staring at you, wide-eyed.
“Joongie?” You asked. “Would you like that?” You took a deep breath as you put your hands on his waist, pushing his t-shirt up and hooking your thumbs underneath to graze his pecs as you pulled it up and over his head.
“Oh my god, fuck,” Hongjoong whined as you pressed your lips to his collarbone, kissing a trail across and down, trailing your tongue lightly across what was evidently a very sensitive area.
“Careful, jagiya,” Woo laughed. “You’re gonna make him come in his pants before we even get started.”
Wooyoung made quick work of your clothes, then his own, but Hongjoong stood stiffly now, staring at you, jaw falling open as you strode back over to him. You tugged at the waistband of his own sweatpants.
“You should take these off,” you asked softly. “What’s wrong, Joongie? Are you nervous?”
I say as though I’m not . Holy fucking hell.
He fixed you with an unreadable gaze, and you began to trace soft lines over his hips. When he did not stop you, you hooked your thumbs into his waistband, pulling everything down in one go. His cock was rock-hard, and you tried not to stare, imagining how that girth would be stretching you out later, pushing into you over and over until both of you were quivering messes.
Without thinking, you dropped to your knees, unsure where your sudden courage was coming from, but fully willing to embrace it. You ghosted your palms up Hongjoong’s thighs, watching as gooseflesh rose in their wake. As you began to tease closer to his cock, Hongjoong let out a loud moan.
“Tell me to stop,” you whispered. “We don’t have to do any of this.”
“Please don’t,” Hongjoong hissed as he grabbed your shoulders. “Please, fucking hell, do not stop…”
You moved to grasp Hongjoong’s cock at the base, and he cried out at the contact, stumbling a bit and catching himself on the wall next to him.
“Maybe we should lay you down,” you suggested, straightening up. “Before you fall and hurt something.”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled.
“No sir,” you tutted. You grabbed his wrist and guided him to your bed, and he begrudgingly clambered up to lie down in the center.
“Oh fuck me, my head is spinning more lying down,” Hongjoong whined.
“Hmm, that’s too bad,” you said softly as you lay down on your tummy on the bed, pushing his legs apart. You could feel his eyes on you, and you peered up at him through your lashes as you lowered your lips to the head of his cock, tongue swiping up the drops of pre-cum.
“Oh, holy shit,” Hongjoong whined, immediately trying to thrust up into your mouth. You were quick to lay a hand on his waist, pressing him down into the mattress.
“No no,” you chided, dipping your head lower, taking him into your mouth inch by inch, relaxing your throat as you went. As your nose nudged at his pelvic bone, he let out a long string of curses, hands scrabbling to grab ahold of you.
“Please move,” he begged. “Oh please. Please. Fuck.”
You hummed as you began to suck him, drawing out each movement, licking slowly and firmly up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, changing things up every few moments to make him extra insane.
You yelped as you felt fingers between your own legs, and looked to one side to see Wooyoung perched on the bed, stroking his own cock with one hand. His other was now pushing your legs apart, wasting no time finding your slick folds.
“Ah… so, so wet for us,” Wooyoung cooed. “Hongjoong, just wait til you feel this perfect pussy…”
Wooyoung shoved two fingers into you without warning, and you nearly choked on Hongjoong’s cock as Woo stretched you open.
“Oh, fuck,” Hongjoong whined as you picked up your pace, working the base of his cock with one hand while you continued to suck him off with a renewed intensity, matching Wooyoung’s pace as he finger-fucked you from behind. Woo’s next thrusts hit you in just the right spot, and you moaned around Hongjoong’s cock.
“I’m… help,” Hongjoong whined. “Close, I’m getting close, ah, fuck, fuck…”
You did not relent despite Hongjoong’s high pitched cries that he was overstimulated, and continued through until his cock was pulsing, shooting thick ropes of hot cum down your throat. You swallowed every drop before backing off a bit, continuing to give kitten licks to the head until he found the strength to sit up and scramble away from you.
“Perfect," Wooyoung remarked as he stopped his own movements. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. “Ah, fuck. Forgot how good you taste,” he moaned, and you heard Hongjoong groan in the background at the mere idea of tasting you.
Woo was across the room now, rummaging in the bottom drawer of your dresser. You joined Hongjoong in the center of the bed, and he kissed you deeply as you leaned back against the pillows.
“I can’t believe you,” he whispered. “That was…”
“Do you need a do-over to believe it?” You asked with a wicked grin. His eyes widened, and you giggled. “Don’t look so scared, Joongie.”
“Not scared,” he breathed. “Just… haven’t come like that in a long time… Wanna…” His cheeks were red again, and you kissed him softly.
“Wanna what?”
“I wanna make you come too,” he said breathlessly as he kissed you again. “I want… I want you… in every way, please…”
“You scrambled his brains already,” Wooyoung laughed as he returned, holding a few things behind his back. “What happened to pacing?”
Hongjoong flipped Wooyoung off, and Woo cackled in response as he crawled onto the bed, reaching for your ankle and tugging your leg.
“On your back, jagiya,” Wooyoung instructed. “Now, please.”
“Or what?” You challenged.
“Or I’ll go back for the restraints,” Wooyoung warned. “Don’t test me today.”
You shivered. This was a side of Wooyoung you were unfamiliar with.
“Do it then,” you said smugly. Wooyoung stared at you for a second.
"Color?"
"Green."
"Safeword?"
"Red."
"Good," he said shortly, turning and heading back to the dresser. You glimpsed a black box in his hand, and clenched around nothing.
Oh fuck, so he’s going to show Hongjoong how to totally and completely ruin me. Fabulous.
Hongjoong was a little bit concerned at the restraints given the circumstances but calmed down significantly when scissors were brought out as a potential safety measure.
He then lost zero time lying down next to you on the bed, pressing his flushed, naked body close to your own, slender fingers tracing your skin, and it wasn’t lost on you how he was marveling at the experience.
“I… I don’t even know what to do first,” Hongjoong admitted. "You're so fucking pretty that it makes me feel insane."
“Her neck is sensitive,” Wooyoung piped up from over near the dresser, where he was rummaging again, and came back holding your vibrator as well. “Also, she likes it when you twist her nipples.”
“Jesus Christ in a crock pot, Woo, just tell him all my secrets why don’t—”
Your words died in your throat as Hongjoong leaned in, pressing sloppy, desperate kisses down the column of your neck, across your collarbone, then dipping lower. Once his lips reached your breasts, he began to suck a trail of marks before closing his mouth around one nipple and sucking hard. Your immediate whine must have been like music to his ears, as you heard him giggle. Instead of pulling away however, he reached for your other nipple with one hand, twisting it firmly as Wooyoung had suggested.
“Holy fuck, Hongjoong,” you whimpered as he continued to tease. “You’re— FUCK!”
Your entire body tensed as you felt Wooyoung shove two fingers into you roughly.
“Hmm,” he murmured. “Good.”
Just as quickly, his fingers were gone, replaced by heavy, cold metal, and you shrieked at both the intrusion and the temperature.
“Mmmhmm. She likes this metal dildo a lot,” Wooyoung explained to Hongjoong, speaking in such a casual way he might as well have been just explaining how to do any simple task.
“I can tell,” Hongjoong breathed, nipping at your neck. Between your legs, Wooyoung was staring up at you with a wicked grin as he began to fuck you slowly with the toy. He was gentle, but clearly had not forgotten the firm upstrokes to your g-spot that were bound to make to come in seconds flat— and so you did, tumbling off the edge as your release ripped through you like a wave of blistering heat.
You were completely unsurprised that he did not relent, sending you quickly into another orgasm without giving you time to come down.
“Wooyoung, I adore you,” you whined. “But the second you let me out of these restraints— FUCKING HELL!”
You came again, having been partially distracted by your empty threat, head spinning as you tried to form any coherent sentence.
It did not help in the least that the effects of your earlier edible were in full swing, elevating your releases to levels you had never dreamed were possible.
That being said, it also enhanced the overstimulation— something which Wooyoung knew full well, as he pushed you towards yet another orgasm, now with the vibrator planted firmly on your clit and set to an infuriatingly teasing pattern.
“Wooyoung, please, please,” you choked out, though you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking at the toy every time he plunged it into you. “Woo. Baby. Please.”
“Oh, you want me to stop? Okay,” he said nonchalantly, ceasing his movements at once. The brattiness was radiating from him in waves, and you rolled your eyes. You had been close again, of course, but you weren't sure whether you could have handled another orgasm so quickly.
Then again, you also regretted not trying, if for no other reason than it was Wooyoung.
You knew he knew this too, judging from the look on his face.
“You little shit.”
“Who me?” Wooyoung chirped, gesturing to himself. “What an accusation!"
“She does have a point,” Hongjoong said dryly.
“Wow, you guys stink,” Woo laughed. "Whatver."
“I want to try,” Hongjoong said, abruptly changing the subject.
Oh god, help me.
Wooyoung handed Hongjoong the dildo, and you tried not to giggle as they discussed in hushed tones. You could tell Hongjoong was afraid of hurting you— it was in the way he gently pushed the toy in, the hesitation in his initial movements. But before long, you were over the edge again, begging loudly for them to give you a break.
You were unsurprised that Hongjoong relented, but judging from the way Wooyoung was moving, you could tell he already had other ideas.
He’s so… I don’t even know. Insane? But also… good god damn, if these encounters with him aren’t some of the hottest I’ve ever had. Fuck.
"How about we let our pretty girl out of her restraints before we have some more fun?" Wooyoung suggested. You saw Hongjoong flush bright red at Woo’s verbiage, and he slipped out of the room, muttering something about getting water. Wooyoung proceeded to untie you, and rested quietly with you on the bed, massaging your wrists and ankles until Hongjoong came back bearing a few bottles of water. After the three of you had hydrated, Hongjoong lay down on your other side.
You felt fingers nudging your legs apart again, and glanced to see it was Hongjoong taking the initiative. The second he touched your clit, you nearly came off the bed with a shriek.
“Mmm. So sensitive,” Hongjoong whispered. “So many things I want to do, but I want to be inside you the most,” he admitted with a small smile and another rather impressive blush.
“Idea,” Woo chimed in.
Yep, there it is.
“Jagiya,” Wooyoung said sweetly as he nuzzled your cheek. “What would you say to me fucking your mouth while Hongjoong fucks that tight little cunt?”
“I’d probably accuse you of trying to murder me,” you answered, turning your head to face him. He kissed you softly, but nipped at your lip as he pulled back.
“Only a tiny bit. But in a good way,” he assured you. "So it's still legal."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Mmhmm," he said as he kissed you softly.
Moments later, Hongjoong was slotting himself between your legs, having given you some reprieve from the overstimulation, if only for a short time.
Wooyoung was moving too, throwing one leg over you to straddle your upper body, moving closer and checking that you were okay every step of the way.
“Color?” He asked, clearly just wanting to be sure.
“Green as fuck, my dude,” you breathed. “Are you going to let me suck that pretty cock or just dangle it in front of me?"
Wooyoung pushed into your mouth at the exact time Hongjoong buried himself in you to the hilt, but your cry was muffled by Woo’s cock.
Hongjoong began to move first, and you whined, causing Wooyoung to curse and hunch over, grabbing the headboard for leverage. He was looking down at you as he fucked into your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts that you knew were driving him even more insane than they were you. Wooyoung loved to be teased and edged; he had confessed this to you the first time you’d slept together— which is how that night had ended with you bending him over your bed and giving him the strap until he was pleading and beating at the mattress, begging for you to let him come.
Oops. Maybe this is payback. Oh well. Not sorry.
Your head was surprisingly clear for just a few moments, before Hongjoong changed his angle slightly, and you nearly came again right then and there. You tried to speak, but Wooyoung continued to fuck your mouth, and your words came out garbled, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.
“I think that’s a good angle, Hongjoongie,” Wooyoung called back to him. "Keep it up."
“Mmm. Good for me too,” Hongjoong whined, and he increased the pace, hitting you just right every time in the process.
Hongjoong was the first to come, spilling inside you as you crashed with him. Wooyoung followed quickly, emptying himself into your throat, praising you as you swallowed it all and continued to suck until he was overstimulated himself. They pulled out of you quickly, losing no time in lying back down and snuggling close.
“Wow.” Hongjoong was first to break the silence. “Just… wow.”
“Mmm,” you agreed.
“Yep,” Wooyoung nodded. “Wow, fuck, holy shit, all those good terms. Yeah.”
After a shared shower, the three of you returned to your bed after a quick stop in the kitchen to retrieve snacks. You flipped on the TV, navigating to a movie that was familiar to all, before settling back down between them.
“I could get used to this,” Wooyoung said suddenly.
“Same,” Hongjoong murmured. “For sure.”
“Wait, hold on,” you said, sitting up. They followed you, each slipping an arm around your waist.
“We should just tell her,” Woo said.
“Tell me what, exactly?” You asked cautiously.
“You tell,” Wooyoung told Hongjoong, and you smacked him in the back.
“You brought it up, dweeb.”
Hongjoong sighed.
“I wanted to hang out today because I wanted to talk to you,” Hongjoong said quietly. “I… I wanted to ask if you’d go on a date with me. And then I told Wooyoung, and he wanted to tag along to… I don’t know. Cheer me on? But also…”
“Also?”
“I like you too,” Wooyoung blurted out, clapping a hand over his mouth immediately.
“You…” You were trying to get a handle on what was happening, your brain clearer now but but not at 100%. “Huh? You both like me?”
“So yeah, we kinda… did things… backwards...” Hongjoong started, but you cut him off.
“That’s not really so important,” you reassured him as you took a deep breath, still a little scared to make your own confession. “What is important is that… I like you both as well.”
Neither of them seemed particularly shocked by this news, which made you wonder if you had ever been good at hiding it.
Oops?
“Mmm,” Wooyoung hummed happily, nuzzling into your shoulder and giving you a squeeze. On your other side, Hongjoong was pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“So…” You said.
“So you’re our girlfriend now?” Wooyoung asked eagerly, eyes shining with excitement.
“Please?” Hongjoong added.
"Say yes?" Woo giggled.
“Absolutely,” you told them, without hesitation. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted this… so… you can have all of me. I’m yours,” you said breathlessly.
“Ours,” Hongjoong repeated.
“Ours,” Wooyoung affirmed, as they lay you back and snuggled up to you like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I like that you’re ours, jagi.”
“Me too,” you told them. “Always."