#wonki

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Tonight, you and your boyfriends decided to go get wasted at the nightclub.

You were almost done getting ready, the only thing left to do is to put on your jewelry. You carefully accessorize your ears with the beautiful pair of pearl earrings that your first boyfriend got for you, jungwon.

"You look ravishing." Behind you was the man himself, all dressed, his broad shoulder leaned on the doorway, arms crossed, his expression soft and full of adoration for his beloved girlfriend.

You turn on your chair to meet his soft gaze and give him a small smile, "I'm ready." You stand up to fix your mini dress. He smiled as he made his way towards you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Y/n, how do I look?" A deeper voice entered your room.

"You know you're handsome as always riki, shall we go now boys?" They nod.

The atmosphere changed once the three of you entered the nightclub. Loud music and neon lights surrounded you as you made your way to your go-to lounge with riki while jungwon was at the bar ordering your drinks.

Riki turns to your side and smile, the admiring kind, "I forgot to mention how hot you look tonight." You blush and he simply brushes your hair behind your ear.

Jungwon came with the drinks and sat beside you, resting an arm on your shoulders, "she always does, just look at her." The three of you exchange smiles.

You're sandwiched between jungwon and riki on the dancefloor. Jungwon's hand lingers low on your back, possessive, while riki's lips graze your neck lazily, teasing you. You're all tipsy, occasionally laughing too loud, moving too close, lips brushing in turns. This is your paradise.

"I'll grab us another round," you mumble, swaying off balance as you slide out of their arms. You feel their eyes follow as you make your way to the bar, sweaty and glowing.

"Another round for lounge 15, please." you ask the bartender, both your voice and body visibly off balance as you rest your arms on the counter.

Then a voice beside you.

"You look like trouble, dance with me?"

You blink up at the stranger. He's tall, bold. His smirk screams confidence. His fingers already brushing on yours.

Before you reply, you look across the club instinctively for jungwon and riki. They're now seated back at the lounge, both watching you like hawks, but they don't move.

Jungwon's head tilts slightly, unreadable.

Riki sips on his margarita, his jaw tight. Their silence is more dangerous than words, and it is obvious for you.

They're letting you choose.

Your head spins. The drinks hit harder in

this lighting. Maybe if they just told you no, a simple no, even a shake from the head.

But they don't.

You laugh--nervous, unsure--and nod.

"Just one." you said to the guy. He smirks and takes your hand.

His grip isn't light, his hips press into yours as you dance. No, this isn't what you're used to, it's uncomfortable. It's so forceful to the fact that you are starting to regret your decisions.

You barely see the moment riki's smile fades. The moment jungwon shoves his drink away and starts moving. But you feel it, like thunder rolling in too late.

Suddenly, a cold grip on your wrist. You turn around with a gasp.

Jungwon.

His eyes are dark, demanding.

"We're going home."

The guy you were dancing with backs off immediately, his hands up as if to surrender. "Aye man, we good?"

Jungwon looked at him with firm, certain eyes, he doesn't smile, but he doesn't say anything out of the ordinary.

"Yes, I'm just here to collect my girlfriend."

He makes sure the guy heard the last word as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Oh my apologies, she was alone so-"

"I get it, have a nice night."

Jungwon gave him an affirming nod before swaying you off the dancefloor, his grip tight on your waist.

Your mind is still slightly blur, you areunsure of what you even did wrong.

"You didn't stop me.."

You look up to jungwon beside you, eyes pleading, but he doesn't say a word.

Seconds later you can hear riki's steps from behind, voice low and too calm.

"We trusted you."

That stings more than shouting ever could.

You make your way to your car, jungwon opens the backseat door firmly. Without having to look at you, you know your place to get in yourself, riki joins in.

Once jungwon gets into the driver's seat and starts the engine, riki leans into your ear and whispers,

"You've been bad...and you'll regret ever getting near another guy again."

Before you could reply, his hand finds its way on your thigh, caressing it painfully soft but with heated intentions.

"Riki-"

"Shh, you're lucky I'm still speaking, hyung here is showing you no mercy at all." That sentence makes you look for jungwon. The only interaction you get is him giving you glances through the rearview mirror.

The car parks inside the garage smoothly.

Both boys got out. No holding the door for you, no hand to help you out like they always do. You just know that you had to follow them.

"Please...I'm sorry, it was a mistake." you pleaded, hand reaching out to jungwon's shoulder. He stopped in his tracks.

"You're sorry?" he halts in his tracks, riki does the same. Jungwon turns around slowly, eyes surprisingly calm, but you'd know better than that.

"Yes, I am, I'll do anything. Just--please, forgive me." You glance between jungwon and riki.

Without a word, jungwon picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making you yelp.

"You'll do anything? Let's see how far you're willing to go." He smirks and starts making his way to the bedroom. Riki follows from behind, eyes locked on yours with an unreadable want.

Once you reach your bedroom, jungwon throws you on the bed, your back hits the mattress with a soft thud.

"Strip, just like the little slut you are."

With a gulp, your fingers slowly unzip your mini dress until you're only left with your panties. You could feel, you could hear their breathing change into something more intense, something more hungry.

"Shit..." Riki cursed under his breath, his hand moving to palm his bulge. Jungwon was the first to move, crawling enough to stop in front of your closed legs.

"Tch, why so shy? You weren't like this when you were grinding on that bastard's dick." Then his hands spreads your legs, completely. Your panties are soaked, the sight making your two hungry boyfriends dick twitch harder in sync.

"Look at this pussy...all wet and ready for us huh?" He gave it a soft kiss, making you gasp. Riki got on the bed, lap beside your face, his boner towering over your pretty face as he unbuckles his belt. He bends over to give your lips a kiss, like he's not going to ruin you next thing.

"You're gonna suck my cock like a good girl, aren't you?" He speaks in a low, hoarse whisper. Before you could say anything, he pulls both his jeans and boxers down, his cock springs free and proud. Your lips were parted, but no words were said, no words were needed to be said. He smirks,

"Dick got you speechless? Look at what you do to me, I think you got my cock jealous too..." He chuckles as he traces circles on your lips with his tip.

As you were about to move your lips around him, you get flipped on all fours by jungwon. You feel a hot, long, wet lick on your folds, causing you to yelp through your whimper. Jungwon inhales into your pussy for a hot minute, as if he's afraid he'll never remember your scent anytime soon.

"Mmm, can't wait anymore, need your pussy on my mouth." He moves your panties to the side, your cunt now visible for him. Then without warning he digs in, tongue twirling immediately between your folds and clit

Before you could make any noise, riki rams his cock into your mouth, hands thread through your locks, hips already bucking at an adapting pace.

Jungwon continues to devour you, tongue and lips not resting at any second. His lips move to nip on your clit. He enters a finger into your throbbing hole. "Shit baby...you're clenching like you don't want to let me go, how are you gonna take my cock, hm?" His head shakes slightly on your clit, then he enters another finger and starts moving at a rapid pace, making you choke on your whiny moan around riki's cock.

The overwhelming sensation from both sides causes your heart to flutter constantly, your eyes are almost teary, your moans are muffled.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum-" riki bops your head onto his pelvis faster, his head throws back in awe. And then-- he spills, warm cum shooting into your throat, balls rubbing on your chin. He let's out a 'mmm' as you keep on vibrating on his spilling cock with your moans.

Both jungwon and riki detach themselves from you, leaving you with a silent whine. You lightly shake your ass, a sign for more. Then-- smack

You yelp in pain, it felt like jungwon's hand.

He pulls down his pants and boxers, a red and angry cock hitting his stomach.

"You don't even know what you do to me..."

smack

"Tell me you want this cock." He starts grinding his tip through your folds, teasing, coating your essence on his cock.

smack

"Mm wonie...I want your cock...please..." You grind back on his cock, your voice pleading.

"Good girl."

Then he slides in, slow, making your mouth open completely, making your eyebrows narrow. The tear from jungwon was something you were never used to, although he's fucked you countless times, even before riki was even in the picture.

Once he's fully in you, he starts moving. One hand on your hip, the other gripping your hair to arch your back. He was deep, he loved being deep inside of you, he wants everything you have to give to him, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Argh, so fucking tight, I fucking love you baby..."

Riki who has been seeing the whole scene unfold beside him decided that his dick can stand another ejection. So there he is, jerking off his thick dick right next to your cheek. You could feel how hot it was from how fast he was pumping it.

Jungwon's veiny dick twitches from the sight. His pace went rapid, both of his hands now focused on squeezing your hips.

"Mmm wonie, too much..." You whined.

"Fuck...take it all baby, my beautiful princess" His voice was almost soft, almost letting you know that he's already forgiven you, he loves you too deeply.

Suddenly you find riki slipping under you with a smug face.

"R-riki what are you- SHIT"

His cock enters you with jungwon's still moving shaft. You screamed in pleasure and pain, the stretch feeling impossible.

Once he's fully in, he doesn't hesitate to slam into you with jungwon's pace. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth hung open, it was so overstimulating that you can't even let out a sound. Riki's long fingers finds its way to your clit, rubbing hard on it. Tears ran down both your eyes and legs, except they're not the same color.

"You're taking it like a champ baby..." Riki half moans half smirks, his lips making it's way to one of your nipple, sucking and twirling his tongue around it.

"Fuck, you're clenching so hard...gonna cum princess?" Jungwon huffs.

You're too dumb and fucked out to reply, all you could do was nod which took more effort than expected.

Jungwon leans onto your back and whispers, "Cum for us, c'mon, be a good girl."

With a few more unbearable, desperate paced pumps, they both released inside, you followed.

Both of them howled, their thick ropes of hot cum shooting deep inside you like it belonged there. You can now feel your sweats rubbing together, the heat, the smell of sex, it was all in the air.

Jungwon holds your hair up gently and plants soft kisses on your nape, behind your ear, your shoulders, your back, anywhere he could find of his dearest love.

Riki cups your face and whispers praises, pecking your pretty face with pure love and adoration.

Everything feels...softer. Your eyes rest as you're catching your breath, your boyfriends have forgiven you through action and release.

Once you open your eyes, you're confused to find the two boys smirking at each other.

You realize that they are still hard inside of you. Your eyes widen when they start to move again, unprepared moans escape your lips. The two boys simply say one sentence.

the dim light in the practice room cast a warm, golden hue across the mirrors, softening the sharp edges of the space but doing nothing to ease the pressure settling in your chest. your skin was already slick with sweat, the heat curling low in your stomach as your breath came faster, shallow. your clothes clung to you, damp with effort, but you pushed through—mind focused, heart racing—not for yourself, but for them.

this unit performance meant everything. just you, jungwon, and niki. the three of you had been selected for a special stage at the upcoming event—something bold, sensual, and completely outside the boundaries of your usual group choreographies. this dance was different. every movement demanded more than just technical skill—it craved confidence, seduction, intention. it was intimate. exposing.

and that was the part you struggled with.

not the steps. not the timing. but the way jungwon and niki looked at you when you danced. like they wanted more. like they knew exactly what this dance was doing to you.

you tried to match their energy—niki, fluid and teasing, always one step ahead with his body language; jungwon, sharp and controlled, every motion precise, almost predatory. next to them, you felt like you were unraveling, your body caught between the urge to perform and the deeper, unspoken desire to please.

you wanted them to say you were doing well. you needed it.

and beneath it all, a quiet truth pulsed: this wasn’t just practice anymore. not when jungwon’s eyes followed every sway of your hips. not when niki’s fingers lingered just a second too long on your waist. not when your body began to respond to the attention in ways that had nothing to do with choreography.

you were dancing for them now.

your hips moved in smooth, hypnotic circles, exactly how they’d shown you, every motion coaxed from you through repetition and quiet encouragement. the music pulsed like a second heartbeat in the room, slow and heavy, each beat syncing perfectly with the roll of your body. your breath was shallow, lips parted as you focused on the mirror, watching the way your silhouette swayed beneath the soft studio lights.

you heard his footsteps before you felt him—jungwon, silent as always, calculated in his every movement. then his presence washed over you like a tide, and a second later, his hands were on you.

he stepped in behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off his chest. his palms slid up your arms, fingertips dragging along the soft curve of your shoulders before he gently took hold of your forearms. without a word, he raised them outward, guiding your posture. his touch was firm, steady, grounding.

“lower,” he murmured, voice brushing against the back of your neck.

you obeyed instinctively, sinking into a smooth drop, bending your knees as your body descended with a slow, deliberate grace. your eyes found his in the mirror—dark, focused, intense—and you held the gaze as you moved, your breath catching when you saw the subtle smirk tug at the corner of his lips.

“just like that…” he praised, his voice soft but full of heat, and something about the way he said it made your entire body ache for more.

as he straightened you back up, his hands trailed down the sides of your body with purpose, stopping to settle at your hips. he kept them there, grounding you, controlling the rhythm of your movements with small, intentional presses of his thumbs. your hips moved in time with his now—perfectly aligned—and the friction of his body against yours made your head go fuzzy.

his grip tightened, and he pulled you back against him, his pelvis fitting snugly into the curve of your lower back. your breath stilled. your stomach fluttered.

he rolled his hips once—subtle, slow—and you nearly forgot how to stand.

then he spun you.

it was smooth, fluid, like part of the choreography. his fingers curled around your waist, turning your body in one practiced motion until your back was pressed against another chest, another familiar warmth.

niki.

his arms wrapped around you immediately, securing you to him with a casual kind of ease, as if this had all been planned. his hands settled low on your hips, his chest rising and falling steadily behind you.

“look at you…” he breathed against your ear, his voice a lazy murmur. “so perfect like this.”

his hands moved with you as you kept dancing, guiding you through the movement as though your body was his favorite thing to touch, to study, to praise. the air around the three of you grew heavier, more charged. your skin tingled under their fingertips. your heart pounded in your ears.

“how about we make it even better?” jungwon said, voice calm, but heavy with something electric beneath the surface—something that made your breath catch before you even turned to look at him.

he walked toward the speaker in the corner of the room, each step measured, purposeful. the dim light above him caught the sharp lines of his profile, the sheen of sweat along his collarbone, the way his hair stuck to his temples. his fingers hovered over the speaker controls for a second before pressing down. the volume rose gradually, the beat deepening, bass thickening the air until it felt like the rhythm lived inside your chest.

you watched as his hand drifted away from the speaker and slowly moved down the front of his body, to the hem of his shirt. his fingers curled around the fabric and pulled it upward, slow and unhurried, revealing inch after inch of taut, glistening skin. the material clung slightly before giving way, stretching over his arms, then up and off. he let the shirt fall to the floor without a second thought.

his body was everything you expected—toned, lean muscle beneath golden skin, sweat trailing down the dip of his chest. his breathing was steady, chest rising and falling like he’d just stepped out of a dream. he wasn’t out of breath, but there was something about the way he moved—like he was pacing himself. holding back. savoring this moment just as much as you were.

and then, behind you, came a soft sound. a chuckle. low and warm.

niki.

his voice was close, teasing against the shell of your ear. “don’t just stand there, angel.”

his palm pressed gently against your lower back as he guided you forward—toward jungwon. the warmth of his touch was brief, but it lingered long after he let go, your body already aching with anticipation.

you moved to the center of the room, the soft thud of your footsteps drowned by the music and the thrum of your heartbeat. as you turned to face them, you caught niki in your peripheral vision—his fingers already tugging at the hem of his own shirt, that lazy grin tugging at his lips.

he peeled it off effortlessly, the motion smooth, practiced, like he’d done this a thousand times. the fabric dropped beside him as he stepped next to jungwon, the two of them now standing side by side, shirtless beneath the studio lights.

and they were unreal.

the glow from above traced every ridge of their bodies—the sharp cut of their abs, the subtle flex of their arms, the sheen of sweat painting their skin like it had been poured there on purpose. they were both lean but strong, each line of muscle shaped by hours of training, of discipline, of effort. they looked like they’d been carved out of heat and control.

but what got you—what really got you—was the way they looked at you.

like you were already theirs.

“come on, baby,” niki said, voice low, a little breathy as he leaned casually against the cool mirror behind him. his arms rested loosely at his sides, but his gaze? razor sharp. hungry. “dance for us.”

jungwon said nothing at first, but his silence was louder than words. he stood still, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you with the kind of intensity that made you feel naked. he didn’t need to speak—not when every inch of his body screamed watching, waiting, wanting.

“show us what you’ve got for your solo,” niki added. “we’ve been dying to see you lose yourself.”

you stood there, caught in their eyes, in the press of heat pooling low in your stomach. your fingers twitched slightly at your sides, breath coming quicker. the music seemed louder now—deeper, more primal. and still, they just stood there, shirtless, patient, expectant.

you hadn’t even moved, and already you were unraveling under their gaze.

and they knew it.

you let the music take over, sinking into the sound as the rhythm pulsed through your veins like heat. the beat was low and slow, rolling like thunder beneath your skin, guiding every shift and roll of your body. you didn’t think—you felt. your hips moved in slow, sensual waves, each motion dripping with intention. your breath came a little faster, and the world around you blurred until it was just them, the mirror, and the way the bass rattled through your bones.

your knees bent as you slowly lowered yourself to the floor, letting your body sprawl out with a graceful sort of abandon. your legs slid apart—one extending long and fluid across the cool studio floor while the other bent up at the knee, creating a deliberate arch that drew their eyes like a magnet. your back followed, arching to match the beat just as the bass dropped, your head tilting back slightly, hair brushing along your shoulders.

it wasn’t just a dance anymore.

your hands moved with purpose, gliding up the sides of your waist, fingers brushing the curve of your ribs before finding the hem of your shirt. you peeled it off slowly, deliberately, every motion exaggerated under their eyes. the fabric slipped over your head and off your arms, falling soundlessly to the side. you were left in nothing but your red lace bra—delicate, sheer, sinful in the low light of the studio.

the sound that followed wasn’t from the music.

it was from them.

two soft groans echoed into the space, barely audible over the heavy bass but sharp enough to send a thrill down your spine. you looked up through your lashes, chest rising with each breath, your body still swaying with the rhythm even as you knelt there—barely dressed, flushed, and fully aware of the effect you had on them.

you looked beautiful like this. powerful.

and they couldn’t look away.

niki shifted slightly, leaning harder into the mirror as his tongue slipped across his bottom lip, his gaze fixed on the curve of your waist, the red lace against your skin, the way you moved like you already knew what they were thinking. jungwon hadn’t moved an inch, but his eyes had darkened, jaw tense, breath slow. whatever restraint he had left—it was hanging by a thread.

they weren’t just watching anymore.

they were consumed.

at this moment, nothing else existed.

not the solo piece. not the choreography. not the upcoming performance or how perfectly you were supposed to execute each step.

none of it mattered anymore.

your mind had slipped away from the routine completely, swallowed whole by the weight of their stares—the heat in their eyes, the way their bodies remained still, but tense, like they were barely holding themselves back.

all your focus now belonged to them.

your body moved on its own, slow and deliberate as you began to rise from the floor, muscles stretching with each breath. the music still played, a steady rhythm in the background, but it was no longer your guide—it was background noise, a heartbeat compared to the storm inside your chest.

you stepped toward them, hips swaying with a natural grace, eyes locked on theirs, watching the way their expressions shifted—lips parting slightly, eyes darkening even more, chests rising a little quicker with every step you took.

you could feel it—the hunger, the want, the anticipation pulling the air tight between all of you.

when you reached them, you didn’t say a word. you let your hands speak for you instead.

both arms lifted slowly, each one reaching out in opposite directions. your fingertips brushed against their skin at the same time—one hand finding niki’s toned abdomen, the other sliding over jungwon’s.

your touch was featherlight, barely grazing the surface at first.

niki’s abs flexed slightly under your fingers as you traced the defined lines of muscle, dragging your touch upward toward his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way his breath caught for just a second.

at the same time, your other hand explored jungwon’s torso—his body rigid, tightly coiled beneath your palm. your fingers followed the line from his ribs down toward his waist, slow and intentional, feeling the heat of him beneath your skin, feeling how still he went under your touch—like any sudden move might shatter the last thread of control he was gripping onto.

niki stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing—like the sight of your body, flushed and glowing under the studio lights, your delicate fingers exploring his bare skin, was something out of a dream he’d been having for far too long.

his chest rose and fell faster now, the muscles beneath your hand twitching slightly as you dragged your touch higher. the tension in him had reached its edge—tight and trembling, like he was fighting to stay still, to keep control. but your soft, exploring touch? it shattered him.

his patience snapped.

with a suddenness that made your breath hitch, his hands shot up, cupping your face between them with a firm, almost desperate grip. his eyes locked onto yours for a heartbeat—wild, dark, hungry—before his lips crashed against yours.

the kiss was messy. hungry. overdue.

your gasp was swallowed instantly, drowned by the pressure of his mouth moving furiously against yours, teeth dragging over your lower lip as if he needed to taste every part of you. his body pressed closer, pulling you in like gravity, like he couldn’t get close enough fast enough.

your hands flew to his chest instinctively, clutching at him as the heat between you flared. he tasted like sweat and mint, his breath uneven as he kissed you like he’d been holding it in for far too long.

his hands didn’t stay still.

they slid from your cheeks to your shoulders, down your sides, then back up to cup your breasts through the delicate lace of your bra. his thumbs brushed over your nipples through the thin fabric, drawing a whimper from your throat that vibrated against his mouth.

“fuck…” he breathed between kisses, his voice rough and full of everything he’d been biting back. “fuck, i’ve wanted this… wanted you… for so fucking long.”

he leaned in again before you could respond, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss, one hand still gripping your chest, the other sliding down your back, anchoring you to him like he was afraid you’d disappear.

and all you could do was melt into him, lost in the heat of it all—the kiss, the touch, the sound of your name barely whispered into the space between gasps.

but it wasn’t just niki’s hands you felt on your body.

before you could even fully catch your breath, you felt another presence behind you—steady, controlled, unmistakably jungwon. his touch was different. deliberate. calculated. his fingertips brushed along your sides with barely-there pressure, tracing the shape of your waist as he closed the space between your bodies. each motion was unhurried, like he was savoring the way your skin reacted to every movement.

you shivered beneath his touch, but you didn’t pull away. you leaned into it.

his hands traveled up your back, slipping beneath the band of your bra. and without a single word of warning, you felt the clasp pop free—his fingers so precise, so practiced. the lace loosened, falling from your chest like a final layer of hesitation, sliding down your arms and catching at your wrists.

“look at you…” jungwon murmured, his voice low, laced with something dark and possessive. it wasn’t a compliment. it was a claim.

niki finally pulled his lips away from yours, breathless and flushed, but he didn’t move far. his eyes stayed on your face, then dropped to your chest as the bra fell to the floor, his gaze drinking you in like he hadn’t seen something so perfect in his entire life.

you barely had time to process before jungwon’s hand was suddenly on your jaw, firm and grounding. he tilted your face toward the mirror, forcing your eyes to meet your own reflection—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, chest rising and falling as their hands moved over you like you were made for them.

“eyes on the mirror,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “watch how pretty you are for us.”

your legs felt like jelly beneath you, heart thudding wildly in your chest. then his hands dropped again—lower this time—hooking into the waistband of your pants. you didn’t resist. your body moved on instinct, letting him peel them down inch by inch, dragging your panties with them.

the cool air hit your skin, and your breath caught in your throat.

you were completely bare now.

niki crouched without hesitation, helping to slide the clothing all the way off. he lifted each leg gently, pushing them aside with careful, teasing hands. his touch was soft, reverent, like he was handling something sacred. and the second you were free of the last scrap of fabric, both of them stepped back to take you in.

and god, the way they looked at you.

their gazes dropped to your exposed body, and the room shifted. the air thickened. the silence stretched, charged with something deeper than lust—something almost dangerous. their expressions darkened, pupils blown wide, lips parted like they were both holding back something primal.

you felt it before it even happened—the weight of jungwon’s stare, the heat of his breath ghosting over your neck.

and then, his fingers slid down.

your thighs twitched at the first contact—just a soft graze between them—but it was enough to make your breath catch. he hadn’t even touched your pussy yet, not really, but the promise was there. his hand moved slowly, knuckles brushing inner thigh to inner thigh, his fingers dancing closer with each heartbeat, teasing, lingering.

every nerve in your body lit up like fire.

you were bare, trembling, caught between them—every inch of you exposed and open. and still, they took their time, savoring every second like this was a gift they’d waited forever to unwrap.

his fingers found your clit with ease, rubbing soft, precise circles that sent a jolt of pleasure rocketing up your spine. your legs trembled instantly, thighs threatening to close around his hand, but he only pressed in closer—his body solid behind yours, grounding you as your body reacted on instinct.

your back arched against his chest, breath hitching as your mouth fell open in a silent gasp. you couldn’t even think—your mind blank, consumed entirely by the sensation, by the heat of his fingers moving against that sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure. he knew exactly what he was doing, and he took his time doing it.

“so pretty…” niki murmured from below, his voice a breath of silk that tickled across your skin.

you barely had time to look down before he was sinking to his knees in front of you, eyes locked on your trembling form with something close to awe. his hands reached out, firm and warm, gliding along your thighs before sliding beneath them. he gently guided them apart, spreading you wider for him as if he’d done it a thousand times.

and then he leaned in.

he kissed the inside of your thigh first—slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of having you open like this. the press of his lips sent shivers up your legs, especially when he added just the faintest scrape of his teeth. he trailed more kisses upward, closer, closer still—until his breath was fanning hot across your dripping center.

you didn’t even have time to plead for more.

his tongue darted out and slid through your entrance without hesitation, the sudden contact forcing a loud, broken moan from your throat. your hands shot forward, grabbing onto his shoulders—or maybe jungwon’s arms behind you, you couldn’t even tell anymore—just needing something to hold onto as your knees nearly gave out.

niki groaned softly against you, the sound vibrating through your core as he buried his tongue deeper, licking and tasting like he was starving. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you open for him, keeping you from pulling away even if your body wanted to escape the overwhelming sensation.

every flick of his tongue made your stomach clench. every moan from him made your head spin.

you could feel yourself unraveling. every nerve in your body buzzed beneath your skin, hypersensitive and raw in the best way, like every soft touch and every whispered word was amplified. the moment was heavy—thick with heat and sound, the low thrum of music in the background blending into the rhythm of your own pulse. you were caught between their bodies, their mouths, their hands, and it was too much. it was everything. it was perfect.

niki’s tongue moved with skilled precision, every flick deliberate, every press of his lips designed to drag you further down. he was relentless in the way he devoured you, his mouth glued to your soaked center like he was starved for it. his tongue licked in slow, languid strokes at first—teasing, tasting—but it didn’t stay gentle for long. once he felt the way your body responded—your thighs twitching, your back arching, your breath stuttering—he locked you in place with his grip and started working you harder. his tongue dipped into your entrance, lapping up everything you gave him, then dragged upward to circle your clit, over and over, never letting up. the sounds he made were sinful—little groans and hums that vibrated through your core, filling the air with need, like your taste alone was enough to drive him wild.

behind you, jungwon remained anchored against your back, his body firm and steady, chest rising and falling in slow control. he held you like you were something precious—his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, his other hand working low between your legs, fingers slipping into the space niki’s tongue wasn’t already filling. he rubbed tight, perfect circles against your clit, syncing with the rhythm of niki’s mouth so precisely it made your head spin. you couldn’t tell which sensation belonged to who anymore—all you could do was feel, and feel, and feel, as their attention consumed every part of you.

your moans were constant now, falling from your lips in broken cries, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. your hips moved on their own, rolling forward into niki’s mouth and back into jungwon’s fingers like you were caught in a tide, a current you couldn’t fight. your fingers dug into jungwon’s forearm, clutching desperately, and he didn’t flinch—he only tightened his hold around your waist, pressing you harder against him like he wanted to merge your bodies together.

“breathe, baby,” he whispered into your ear, his voice low and velvet-smooth. “just breathe. let it happen.”

you nodded, or tried to, but you weren’t sure if your body even listened anymore. all you could do was take it—all their praise, their touch, their worship—and hope it didn’t destroy you completely.

niki looked up through his lashes, his lips slick, his mouth still busy as he moaned softly against you. the vibrations shot through your core like lightning. “you’re doing so fucking good,” he murmured, voice thick and wrecked. “you’re so wet… so perfect for us.”

the pressure was unbearable now. every roll of jungwon’s fingers sent sparks shooting up your spine. every stroke of niki’s tongue made your legs tremble harder. you felt it building, rising fast, too fast—the heat coiling in your belly, winding tight, threatening to snap.

“don’t hold back,” jungwon said, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “we want to hear you. let go, baby.”

“come for us,” niki breathed against you, kissing your inner thigh between strokes. “right here. right now. show us how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”

and just like that—your body broke.

the orgasm ripped through you like a wave crashing into the shore, sudden and overwhelming. your entire body clenched, muscles tightening as the release surged through your core, your limbs, your throat. you cried out, a raw, open sound that echoed around the studio, your knees buckling as your hips jerked forward. jungwon held you firmly against his chest, anchoring you through the storm, whispering soft praise as your body trembled violently.

niki didn’t stop—his tongue slowed, gentler now, coaxing every last ripple from your shaking body. his lips pressed tender kisses against your sensitive clit, his hands still holding your thighs apart even as they quivered under his grip.

you couldn’t speak. couldn’t move. your chest heaved with each shallow breath, your head falling back against jungwon’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as the aftershocks rolled through you like aftertremors. you were completely undone—skin flushed, legs weak, breath stolen—and still, they held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

jungwon’s hand slid slowly up your body, fingers brushing along your ribcage, then cupping your cheek as he turned your face toward his.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. “so fucking perfect for us.”

niki looked up from between your thighs, lips kiss-swollen and wet, his expression soft but starved.

“you’re not done yet, baby,” he said, voice full of heat and promise as he rose slowly from his knees, pressing a kiss to your stomach. “we’re just getting started.”