#woogi

you and mingi answer simultaneously. 

mingi, with his entire chest, “skydiving.” 

you, without a moment to think of anything else, “watersports.” 

mingi whips his head to the side to stare at you, eyes wide, jaw agape, utterly horrified. wooyoung breaks out in laughter, loud and obnoxious, his head dipping back as he clutches his stomach. all you could do was smile, genuinely amused, because the reactions you received were exactly what you assumed they’d be. 

“watersports,” mingi reiterates, like he didn’t hear you right the first time. you nod, and he shakes his head like what he’s thinking couldn’t be what you’re thinking , “like—”

“piss, min,” wooyoung is breathless now, clutching his stomach, “she’s talking about pee.” 

“you’re lying,” is the first thing mingi responds, almost defensively, but in his defense you’ve never once mentioned this to him in your months of sleeping together. your best-kept secret in the corner of your mind you thought was well guarded, you guess almost two bottles of soju had melted them down to nonexistent. 

but you weren’t embarrassed. you weren’t scared. you shrugged, “not lying, just curious.” 

“curious about pee?!” mingi’s eyes darted back and forth between you and wooyoung, the three of you sitting in a triangle around the circular coffee table, something you did often. one or two of your friends, sometimes even all eight of them were always accounted for on the weekends, usually in your living room, always with bottles of soju between you. routine. 

maybe you felt a little bad, dropping this on mingi in front of wooyoung, even if you’re all friends and have been for years. you’d only been exclusively seeing each other for a month— or was it two? you’ve been sleeping together far longer, and to be fair, wooyoung asked. 

“are you kink-shaming?” wooyoung teases, his voice almost whiny, “don’t tell me you’re skeeved out by pee. it’s natural!”

you didn’t know if the flush breaking across mingi’s cheeks was from the soju or the piss-bomb, but either way, his shy, pink cheeks were so fucking cute you wanted to squeeze them. squeeze him. 

“i’m not skeeved out!” definitely defensive, mingi’s voice raised in pitch, the tips of his ears going red. your smile grew, a giggle slipped from your lips and his neck snapped to you, “you’ve never told me this before, i’m surprised. not skeeved.” 

“sure,” wooyoung drags out his tease, leaning back into his arms, his palms planted on the floor behind him. “what’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done, min?” 

“ooh, nice question, woo,” you jut your chin at him and his brows wiggle in excitement, as ready for mingi’s answer as you were. 

mingi’s lips purse, then flatten in a line, his eyes lifting to the ceiling as he thinks. your amusement grows the longer the gears turn in his head, your smile growing, almost as mischievous as the one that stayed permanently stamped on wooyoung’s lips. 

“anal?” mingi’s eyebrows were raised, eyes dancing between you both, waiting for reassurance. as if you and wooyoung were the freak-judges. maybe right now, with mingi, you were. 

“giving or receiving?” you ask, and wooyoung spits out the shot of soju he’d just taken, coughing through his laughter. 

mingi’s eyes narrow, “giving.” 

his eyes on you like that would have made your dick jump in your jeans, if you had one. baiting him like this, you never did it, when you were with your group of friends, you typically eased the blow of their teasing, or redirected it at someone else completely. but now, soju making your tummy warm and your ears hot, teasing him was too easy, and if he kept looking at you like that, all irritated and bothered…

you could only imagine his thoughts right now, what he was thinking, what he was planning. you wondered if maybe he was thinking about pissing on you, maybe you on him, if he would ask you for it, if he would do it to you without asking. you could feel your eyes flare as his pointed gaze struck daggers into your skin— why did it feel so good?

“that’s a tuesday,” you’re committed now. there’s a small, tiny inkling of fear licking at your spine— worry that he’d actually be mad at you, but you still can’t stop. “tell us something freaky. you know what, woo, what’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done?” 

without missing a beat, wooyoung answers, “i’ve fucked twins before.” 

your jaw drops, “at the same time?” 

wooyoung’s smile shifts to something prideful, “at the same damn time.”

“how is that freakier than pee?” mingi asks, tone completely serious, “did both twins pee on you?” 

“worse,” wooyoung lifts his shot glass to mingi and instead of mingi lifting his own, he turns to you, a shred of genuine, unbridled fear in his eyes. your hand shoots to cover your mouth as a shocked, loud punch of laughter pushes past your lips. 

“i don’t think i’m gonna ask any more questions,” mingi mutters as he takes his shot on his own, you catch the single drip of clear liquid as it pours down the corner of his lips. without thinking, you crawl over, a hand on his thigh for leverage, sticking out your tongue to lick up the droplet of soju before it spilled down to his jaw. 

maybe two bottles of soju had ruined your ability to be socially aware, too. mingi’s doe eyes stare into you when you pull away, attempting to read you, to figure out what was happening in your brain. you, grinning, wistfully dazed, one half of your mind deep in the fantasy within your head, there wasn’t much going on up there for him to see. 

“aish,” wooyoung mutters from the opposite side of the table, his neck craning, fingers lazily tapping over the green bottle, “is this gonna turn into a me-sitting-in-the-corner-and-watching kind of situation? or should i take my leave?” 

mingi’s ears dance as his jaw flexes, he stares at you, still bent over, for a good second before turning his head to face wooyoung. he swallows before answering, “neither.” 

your brows furrow, but wooyoung asks the question before your lips can part, “neither?”

“you both clearly think i’m some innocent, vanilla guy,” mingi gulps, his voice slightly shaky, he plants his palms on the hardwood beneath him and sighs. “if you’re gonna tease me about my freak level, then show me.”

“what the fuck,” you blurt the curse before his words sank in, sitting back on your calves, back straight. you meet wooyoung’s eye over the table and he stares back at you, his face a mirror to yours, brows furrowed, jaw agape, body rigid. turning to mingi, ignoring his stone-hard gaze, “what do you mean show you?”

“don’t act like you haven’t fucked before,” mingi blinks, “i know all the stories. show me what i’m missing.”

“i–” you start, but close your lips as soon as the word leaves your mouth. that is the last thing you expected him to say. you turn to wooyoung, who was staying much too quiet for comfort, his face had relaxed, his brows slightly furrowed, he was thinking about it. considering it. you gasped. 

“you guys cannot be serious right now,” your words are paired with a nervous chuckle, “what are you suggesting? in very clear, plain language so my soju-brain can understand it, please.”

“he’s suggesting me fucking you,” wooyoung responds, words short, his eyes on mingi, not even sparing you a glance. 

“i’m suggesting you piss on him, too, actually. or him piss on you, whatever your dirty ass mind has been fantasizing about,” mingi’s smile is warped– lopsided, casual, almost. like this was a tuesday for him.

your blood runs cold but your core burns, you didn’t think mingi was necessarily vanilla, but you never would have pinned him a voyeur. you were just teasing him, anyhow, you assumed wooyoung would eventually leave and you’d spend the night tangled between the sheets, maybe a little added strength from mingi because of your teasing. you and wooyoung were ancient history, anyways– he’d never agree to fucking you now, especially not in front of mingi.

“i’m down,” wooyoung shrugs, and the noise that leaves you is something between a shriek and a gasp, something strangled, something the complete opposite of wooyoung’s easily found agreement. 

“are you insane?” your eyes bounce between them, both men smiling now, something was shared in their stares from across the coffee table, a silent conversation they did not let you in on. “are you both actually fucking insane? do i need to kick you out of my apartment?”

“come on,” mingi’s head tilts, a whine to his voice, needy, like he was the one fantasizing about this. “maybe if you’re good, i’ll piss on you, too.”

your lips part at the thought of him standing over you, tall, broad, cock in hand, a steady stream pouring directly into your mouth as you sat on your knees, hands folded over your lap politely, not spilling a drop. a fantasy you’ve kept locked away far too long. 

your eyes slide to wooyoung, whose mischievous smirk was more apparent now than it’s ever been, his eyebrows raised, bait. you know that look, it means, are you too pussy? he’s used it on you a thousand times, but that was years ago, a lifetime ago. 

your mouth runs dry. silence fills the room. you were sure they could hear your pounding heart.

“you’ve been drinking for a while now,” mingi’s voice is light, teasing, it makes you fidget, thumbs toying with one another in your lap. when did he gain the upper hand? you shouldn’t have gotten so close to him, he uses it to his advantage, leaning in until you can smell him, lips bent in a pout, “bet you’ll have to go soon, won’t you? wouldn’t you rather do it on wooyoung’s cock?” 

your breath catches in your throat, mingi smiles. wooyoung groans from across the room. the pressure in your bladder was already there, as it usually is after a drop of liquor; he knows you too well. 

“wanna watch him fuck you stupid, then i wanna clean up the mess,” mingi’s voice is low, velvety, it makes your body twitch. your neck cranes toward him, the scene playing through your mind too visceral, you completely soaked by them— it all goes straight to your core, a small whimper leaving your lips, exposing you.

you hear wooyoung’s quiet snicker from across the table, reading your thoughts, “you know her too well, min.”

mingi smiles at wooyoung and it’s one full of sheer pride, “wanna show me how well you know her, too?” 

your entire body is hot, pulled so taut you might snap if they didn’t do something soon. wooyoung’s beside you in a moment without another word uttered, his warm palms cradling your cheeks, eyes flaring with hunger, standing over you on his knees. “woo,” you whine when all he does is stare at you, reading you like mingi had done minutes earlier. 

“you want it? wanna piss on my cock?” his question is so fucking nasty your heart skips a beat. 

you nodded without second thought, leaning upward to catch his lips, and he gives in by splitting yours open with his tongue. messy from the jump, he kissed you like he missed you, tongue dancing with yours, lips smacking as his hands found your waist, pushing your back down until it met the floor. you moaned into him, fingers curling in his hair, gripping at his roots the way you know he likes, ankles hooking around his back. 

he groans, hips bucking into you. “fuck,” he mutters into your mouth and you smile, maybe you missed him, too. 

mingi’s forgotten by the time wooyoung has your shirt over your head, but your eyes finally meet his again as wooyoung’s lips travel to your jawline, down your neck, his spit gathering at the base of your throat. mingi’s watching with parted, wet lips, furrowed brows, hungrier than you’ve ever seen him. he’s palming his cock over his sweats slowly, watching wooyoung devour your throat, eyes zeroed in on how wooyoung’s tongue travels down to the valley between your breasts, he curses under his breath when your bra meets your shirt upon the hardwood. 

you whine as wooyoung’s lips catch one of your nipples, tongue swirling, making you arch into him, fingers still tangled in his roots. “fuck, woo, missed your mouth.”

he glances upward, amusement dancing in chocolate, his lips curve in a smile while his teeth bite down softly. you hiss, followed by a choked moan, hips bucking upward into his body that keeps you caged against the floor, he giggles, “knew you’d like that.”

mingi’s brows raise as he shimmies his sweats down his hips, you could see him mentally taking notes, already an entirely new world had been opened for him concerning you. your sex life with mingi wasn’t too daunting yet, quickies after parties or desperately in your bathroom while your friends were in your living room, tired sex at four in the morning after you’d both finished work, you hadn’t exactly opened up about many of your kinks, nor have you had the time to– until now. 

wooyoung’s fingers in your waistband get your shorts and panties off your legs in one swift motion, your legs opening on command, chest heaving, bladder growing heavier by the minute. jaw clenching as he settles himself between your thighs, nerves spike in your gut, reality settling in that you’ve never done this before. excited, yes, but nervous about the unknown– it wasn’t as if all you’ve had to drink today was water.

eyelids fluttering as wooyoung’s nose makes contact with your clit, you’re reminded that neither have them, and you’d still drink them dry– both of them. your back arches as a lewd moan spills from your chest, wooyoung’s tongue slipping between your folds, lips sucking around your clit harshly. you had two hands in his hair, nails clawing at his scalp and he whined into you, hips jerking into the floor beneath him. 

“missed tasting you, fuck,” he curses into your core, face buried so all you could see was the black hair on his head, “so fucking sweet.”

you cry out as his tongue flicks at your clit, working you into a rhythm, pleased when he feels your hips buck against his face after a few minutes of repetition. “woo,” you mutter nervously, the pressure in your tummy too heavy, more than an impending orgasm. 

his eyes flick upward, cockily asking, “gonna cum already?”

“mhm,” you nod your head, chest rising and falling rapidly, “gotta pee.”

he licks his lips slowly, eyes sliding upward to mingi, who responds, “take it to the bedroom.”

standing up on shaky legs was hard enough, walking to your bedroom with your tummy so heavy was almost unbearable. you’re fidgeting when mingi eases you into his lap, the edge of your ass on the mattress with your back pressed to his chest, toes tapping against the comforter, fingers poking at his thighs. wooyoung settled between your legs, his jeans long gone, cock hard, red and leaking, standing tall against the muscular area between his hips. it’s been so long since you’ve seen him so bare, you bite your lip taking in the sight of his toned abdomen, his cock, feeling a form of nostalgia easily overtaken by arousal. 

“so pretty,” wooyoung’s cock lands on the area just above your clit, using one knuckle of his pointer finger through your folds, spreading your wetness all over. you gasp, hips jerking, making his cock catch on your clit which elicits a moan straight from your gut. wooyoung smirks, “and so fucking desperate.”

mingi’s hands slide up your tummy, landing on your chest, your tits cradled in his callused palms, your head falls flat against him, mind muddled, too many sensations to focus on one. mingi tucks his head into your neck, his teeth catching on your earlobe, “how you feelin’, baby?”

you whine, nails clawing into his thighs, “gotta pee, wanna cum, want him inside.”

wooyoung spreads his cock along your folds slowly, just to make it all worse, and your body grows hotter, chest tighter. he notices the strain, the side of his lips curling upward, “gonna cry for it?” 

“please,” you gasp out, hips bucking, and mingi takes your nipples between two fingers, pinching. you cry out, a desperate sound, irritation growing the more they ignored the tightness in your bladder, “please, wooyoung, fuck me.”

“a little more,” his cock catches on your entrance and your waterline fills with hot, wet tears, it was more than need now. if he didn’t split you open on his cock, if he didn’t let you empty yourself on him you were sure you’d explode. 

“there you go,” mingi cooes, his breath hot on your ear as a single tear spills down your cheek. he leans closer to lick it up just as wooyoung starts pushing inside, and the moan that leaves you is so loud you were sure the entire building heard you. 

“still so fucking tight,” wooyoung shakes his head, his arms clinging onto the headboard behind mingi, his figure looming over the both of you. “open up for me baby, can’t fuck you like this.”

“can’t!” you whimper, shaking your head, “gotta– gotta pee s’bad.”

the smirk on wooyoung’s face is downright malicious as he glances over your head at mingi, your eyes rolling back as he pulls out again, fucking back into you in one quick motion. your body is locked, fingers slicing crescents into mingi’s thighs, bottom lip tucked tight between your teeth, you need release. 

mingi drops a hand from your chest down between your thighs, two fingers spreading your folds, wooyoung’s hips jerk when he feels mingi’s fingers on either side of his cock, the sensation making you feel tighter, his moan is strangled, one hand dropping from the headboard to land on mingi’s shoulder.

mingi keeps his face tucked into your neck, “relax baby, let him fuck you, then you can let go, okay?” 

your moans are muffled by your lip stuffed into your mouth, but you try relaxing your muscles, and wooyoung’s sigh of relief is immediate. “yes,” wooyoung moans, high pitched, languid, “so good, missed this pussy, can’t wait to feel her soak me.”

you clench around him and he curses, mingi uses his hand between your thighs to circle around your clit, and wooyoung picks up his rhythm while his strangled whimpers tangle with the sound of his hips smacking yours. faster, harder, your back is repeatedly bumping into mingi’s hard chest as wooyoung fucks into you ruthlessly, the perfect pace. tears are streaming down your cheeks now, cries pouring from your lips, but mingi licks up every single one, muttering praise into your ears, how you’re taking wooyoung so well, how good you look beneath him… 

the pressure is too much. how wooyoung drills into your cervix over and over, your cries grow in pitch, short breaths to focus on not spilling over, the tight pull in your tummy was too overwhelming, you were too full. 

“go ahead, baby,” mingi’s words are coated in candy, sweet and encouraging, “make a mess for me, make a mess on wooyoung’s cock.”

you tried– tried letting the band snap, tried letting go, the mental block was rigid. tears pour down your cheeks, babbles of god knows what leaving your lips, your head too fuzzy to focus. 

“come on,” wooyoung encourages roughly, angling his hips so his cock slams against that spongy spot inside you, and your body gives you no choice but to give in. 

relief isn’t the word for the amount of liquid that pours out of you every time wooyoung pulls back. each thrust is accompanied by a spray, soaking wooyoung’s abdomen, the sheets below you, your thighs, mingi’s thighs– you were everywhere, a sopping puddle below you, covering the two men who were sandwiching you. a high pitched shriek rips from your throat in alleviating embarrassment, you can’t believe you were doing this, you can’t believe this was happening–

“oh my god,” mingi’s groan is so low and raspy it zaps up your spine like electricity. 

a slower stream now, wooyoung’s moans are looped together as he keeps fucking into you, piss still spraying him, his eyes stayed zeroed in on where you met. “baby,” wooyoung gasps, picking up speed again as mingi’s circles on your clit grow tighter, “do that again, you’ve gotta have more in you, fuck– give me more, please, soak me, holy fuck.”

“so fucking dirty,” mingi whispers into your ear, you were barely conscious enough to hear him, brain so clouded you were somewhere distant, knowing nothing but the pleasure they gave you, “you loved that, didn’t you? wanna cum around his cock after you just pissed all over it?” 

you moan out a yes, the word slurred into sounds of lust, the vibration of his chuckle bleeds into your back. “cum for me,” wooyoung urges, “i’m so close, cum with me, c’mon. missed this pussy coming around my cock.”

your body locks as the pressure blows, soaking wooyoung all over again as your orgasm lights you up like a christmas tree. strangled moans leave your lips as you go limp against mingi, body spent, pussy still fucking leaking like you’ve been drinking for three days straight. 

“holy shit,” wooyoung croaks before he pushes all the way inside, hips stuttering until rough, staggered breaths push through his lips, ropes of cum filling you up. you moan with him at the feeling, the fullness, the wet, sloppy sound of his hips hitting yours— it’s embarrassing and dizzying and so fucking hot. 

“that was so fucking hot,” mingi is heaving behind you, you’d barely noticed until now, same with how his cock is pressed into your back. kissing the side of your head, he praises, “good job baby, you did so good for us.”

you’re mumbling again, reaching for wooyoung who leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “so sexy,” he whispers against your mouth, “wanna taste you.”

you gasp as he pulls out, immediately laying on the wet mattress to lick a stripe up your folds, quick, as if he was running out of time. mingi shuffles from behind you, letting you lay flat on your back, crawling around you just to lift one of your legs, making room for himself. 

so nasty, so absolutely fucking disgusting the way they were ravishing you, as if you didn’t just piss yourself, as if wooyoung didn’t just come inside you. they held you close, one of their arms hooked around one of your thighs so you couldn’t pull away, stuck there, a whimpering mess, overstimulated and spent. 

“let me taste,” your voice is raw, “my turn to taste you.”

the two of them stare up at you from between your thighs and you swear you’ve never seen anything so beautiful. 

weaker now, your voice small, embarrassed, you squeak, “‘m thirsty.” 

they move in such synchronicity you wonder if they’d planned this all along. mingi moving to the bathroom, turning on the shower, wooyoung scooping your limp body in his arms to bring you there. he plants you on the toilet while the shower heats up, and you’re pouting, confused. 

“thought you were gonna pee on me? why are we getting in the shower?” 

“it’s a special shower,” mingi plants a kiss on your forehead, smiling softly. 

wooyoung giggles from behind him, “a golden one.” 

the two of them, so opposite. now standing naked before you, you take in their differences, mingi’s muscle mass compared to wooyoung’s lanky, toned build. even personality, where mingi was soft and reserved, wooyoung was blunt and unforgiving, they made the perfect pair. you wondered how you didn’t think of this sooner. 

you’ve never been so thankful for your spacious shower until now. on your knees, water hitting your back, both of them standing before you, they looked so fucking huge it made your thighs clench. with your hands folded on your lap, eyelashes fluttering, jaw agape, you tried your hardest to take in every detail as they pumped their cocks in front of you. 

“you want it?” mingi stared down at you, brows raised, lips parted, the stature of someone who practiced dominance often. 

you nodded profusely, “please, please give it to me, want your piss, wanna taste it.” 

“so fucking disgusting,” wooyoung chokes on his laugh, “never in my life would have expected you to be on your knees in front of me, begging me to piss on you.” 

the degrading words only made your cunt throb. 

“what other nasty shit do you have hidden up there?” wooyoung asks before cutting himself off with a low groan, fingers squeezing his cock, “open up.”

your jaw is pried open as he squeezes the base of his cock, a steady stream pouring from the tip, you catch it swiftly, moaning as the warmth of it fills your mouth. you slip a hand between your parted thighs, eyes rolling back as he moans desperately, swallowing every time he fills your mouth. 

when his stream is reduced to droplets, mingi grabs you by the hair, pulling you towards him instead, cursing when your hands brace against his thighs. he holds you by the cheeks as your lips wrap around his cock, grinning, “my dirty girl, fuck. take it, and don’t waste a fucking drop.” 

one of your hands slides down between your thighs again as he fills your mouth up fast. sucking down every last drop, you’re moaning around him, and when he stops pissing you begin bobbing your head, tongue wrapped against the underside of him, listening to every whiney moan that leaves his throat. 

“fuck yes, just like that,” his chin dips back, one hand in your hair, “drink my cum like you drank my piss, so fucking nasty.” 

you take him as deep as you can, nose pressing against the patch of hair at the base of him, and a strangled noise leaves his throat as his hips stutter against you, thrusting slightly, gagging you. 

“take it,” he warns, then whines, “take it all, baby.” his load shoots down your throat, you taste the saltiness, much like the stream of piss, you think he might have still been pissing, too. but you take it all until he’s pulling you off of him by the hair, then lifting you until you’re standing; if you could call it standing, the way you’re limp in his arms. 

wooyoung is behind you in a flash, helping you up, holding you steady. 

“jesus christ,” you mutter, head lolling back against wooyoung’s chest, and the two men chuckle, wooyoung’s hands squeezing your hips once. 

blinking your eyes open to see mingi, he’s already grabbing your body wash, eyes focused on you. he lifts a brow when he notices your gaze, “how was it? everything you fantasized about?” 

your lazy grin tells him enough. his head drops in a low chuckle and wooyoung presses a kiss to the side of your head, mumbling, “i don’t remember you being so fucking nasty.” 

you shrug, tilting your head to look at him, his wet hair splattered across his face, eyes warm, comforting. “you seemed to be into it.” 

“you pissed on my cock, who wouldn’t be into that?” 

both of your heads turn to mingi, who’s eyes bounce between you like you were putting him on the spot. “hey,” he tilts his head in defeat, arms lathered in sticky dates bubbles falling to his sides, “i never said i wasn’t into it.”

your smile grows, and the one on mingi’s face matches yours, “i also never said this was a one time thing.”

"you've been watching me all night," he murmurs, fingers dragging across your skin slowly. "don't pretend you don't want it."

the door bangs open hard, revealing mingi standing there, chest rising fast as sweat shines on his neck and collarbones. his eyes go straight to wooyoung's hand on you, his jaw tightening instantly, "get your hands off her."

wooyoung doesn't pull away, smirking as he turns his head, "she came back here with me.. seems pretty into it."

mingi crosses the room fast, grabbing wooyoung's shoulder and yanking him away. "she's not yours," mingi growls as they shove each other, "stop acting like you own her."

"and you think you do?" wooyoung shoves him back, eyes flashing with anger.

you sit up, heart pounding hard as your thighs clench involuntarily. "both of you. stop fighting and come here, please.."

they both pause, turning to you and moving at the same time. mingi cups your jaw, leaning down to kiss you deeply, tongue sliding against yours gently. wooyoung's lips found the side of your neck, sucking lightly then biting down hard enough to mark while his fingers worked your top off.

mingi's palm runs down your side as wooyoung drops to his knees, tugging your bottoms and panties down in one smooth pull. he kisses up your thighs slowly while mingi sits behind you, his chest firm against your back.

wooyoung reaches your pussy, licking a slow stripe up, causing your hips to twitch slightly. mingi wraps his arms around your waist, one hand coming up to roll your nipple between his fingers.

wooyoung pushes two fingers inside you, curling them while he sucks your clit hard. mingi pulls you into a kiss, swallowing your moans as he grinds his hard cock against your ass. wooyoung adds a third finger, stretching you and flicking his tongue messily.

"she's dripping," wooyoung says, pulling back to look up at mingi, lips shiny.

mingi reaches down, spreading you open and letting wooyoung lick deeper before laying you back on the couch. their clothes came off quickly, wooyoung kicks everything away while he strokes himself, watching as mingi settles between your legs.

mingi rubs the head of his cock along your wet folds before pushing in, stretching you open inch by inch until he bottoms out. he starts thrusting, hips snapping harder each time until the couch is creaking.

wooyoung kneels beside your head, guiding his cock to your lips. you take him deep while mingi keeps fucking you steadily, one of wooyoung's hands coming up to tangle in your hair as he fucks your mouth in short strokes.

after a few minutes, wooyoung pulls out with a wet sound, turning towards mingi, "switch."

mingi groans but pulls out, letting wooyoung take his place while he feeds you his thicker cock, grunting when you hollow your cheeks around him. wooyoung slides into you in one smooth push, thrusting fast and hitting that spot inside you until you arch off the couch.

eventually, they flip you over, letting mingi pull you into his lap. you sink onto his cock slowly as his hands grip your ass, spreading you as he thrusts up. wooyoung comes up behind you, slicking his fingers with your wetness before pressing one into your ass, working you open while mingi fucks you.

wooyoung replaces his fingers with his cock, pushing in carefully, making your head spin. he bites down on your shoulder hard while mingi sucks marks onto your neck, one hand rubbing your clit roughly.

you cum hard, shaking between them as you pulse around their cocks. it's enough to push mingi over the edge, hips stuttering as he fills you up. wooyoung follows right after, pulling out and spilling across your back in thick ropes, panting against your neck.

mingi's big hand rubs slow circles up and down your shoulders, his rough skin catching on yours. "breathe, baby," he murmurs, voice gravelly. he shifts just enough to slip out of you, pulling you closer and tucking your head under his chin.

wooyoung returns with a clean towel, dampening with cool water. he kneels beside the couch, "lift up a little," he says quietly, wiping between your legs and cleaning the mess on your back, making you shiver.

"too much?" wooyoung asks, eyes flicking to yours. you shake your head, causing him to smile and press a soft kiss to the dip in your back. wooyoung cleans mingi quickly before tossing the towel aside, joing the two of you on the couch.

"water," mingi says softly, making wooyoung reach for the half-empty bottle, holding it to your lips.

you settle back into them, letting wooyoung massage the sore spots while you lace your fingers with mingi's. you close your eyes, breathing slowing down as you nuzzle into the both of them.

"i still don't like you," wooyoung mumbles, half asleep, voice muffled by your skin.