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His strong thighs and legs squeezing your hips. That long, lean body rolling under you, sub, no longer in control, his legs wrapped around you as you ride him, take him.

You shift in your seat. Your thighs press together. You feel the heat start to pool low in your stomach as you hear the door open just as you’re halfway through your fifth rewatch. You fumble with your phone like you’ve been caught doing something illegal, because in your mind, you kinda have.

“Baby, we’re back!” Yunho calls, voice warm and casual as keys jingle and sneakers hit the tile. “You home?”

“Living room!” you yell back, trying to sound normal. Innocent. Not like someone who’s spent the last twenty minutes fantasizing about flipping her boyfriend over and watching him watch you like a sin soaked fever dream as you take him.

Yeosang steps in first, damp sweat towel already slung over his shoulder. “I’m stealing the shower.” Yunho, following behind him, shrugs out of his leather jacket, the same one from the reel, and tosses it on the arm of the couch like he doesn’t know that it just about ended your life an hour ago.

“Don’t use all the hot water again,” Yunho calls after Yeosang, before turning to you with a smile. And God. He looks too good like this, hair messy, cheeks pink, a little sweat still clinging to his collarbone where the neckline of his shirt dips just low enough to tease. His jeans hug his thighs like they were made for him. You swear you can see the outline of the move in his muscles, like it’s still echoing through his body.

You just blink up at him, completely, utterly feral in your own head. “You okay?” he asks, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to your cheek. “You look dazed.”

Dazed is an understatement. You’re trying to calculate how to ask your sweet, gentle, usually dominant in the bed, devastatingly flexible boyfriend if he’s ever considered wrapping those long legs around your hips while you hold his waist and fuck him.

“Mmhm,” you manage, offering a tight smile. “Just… thinking.”

“Dangerous,” he teases and you snort, but your eyes flick down again. His legs. His thighs. The stretch and pull of denim over muscle. You don’t hear a single thing he says after that. You’re too busy picturing him laid out, knees pulled back, flushed and panting, thighs trembling around your waist as you ruin him, letting him grip your wrists and beg to come, for you, with him buried deep inside you and his whole body shaking from how good it feels to let go.

You swallow hard as Yunho, sweet and unaware, plops down beside you, pulling you close and stretching his long legs out with a sigh. “Did you see the reel?” Your eye twitches. “Oh… I saw it.”

He grins. “I thought I looked good.”

You turn your head slowly to look at him. Good? You’re one wrong breath away from throwing him over the back of the couch as Yunho stretches as he stands back up, arms over his head, shirt riding up just enough to give you a glimpse of that sculpted waistline and a small glimpse of a his happy trail. Then he starts walking toward his room with a lazy, post dance looseness in his stride.

You follow. Like a moth to a leather clad flame. “Where you going?” you ask, casually trailing behind him even though you absolutely know where he’s going and what you’re doing. He glances over his shoulder. “Changing. These jeans are sticking to me.”

By the time you step into the doorway, he’s already tugging his shirt off, tossing it on his bed, back muscles shifting under smooth skin. Your mouth goes dry. But it’s when he reaches for the waistband of those black jeans that your brain flatlines.

He shimmies them down slow, half distracted, like this is just another normal moment in his day. Like he’s not revealing those thighs and legs inch by inch. They’re unfair. Long, lean, defined. Flexing as he shifts to step out of one pant leg, then the other. He’s only in his briefs now, and your eyes immediately zero in on the way the fabric stretches over his hips, trying not to snort in amusement briefly at the spiderman boxers, the curve of his ass, the lines carved deep into his thighs like they were designed for riding. Or… being ridden.

Your breath hitches as Yunho glances up, eyes catching yours in the mirror above his dresser. “You good?”

You blink. “Yep. Totally fine.”

He gives you a knowing smile, reaching for his gray sweats. “You’re staring.” You absolutely are. You’re staring like it’s your full time job and you’re trying to get a raise. “Can I not look at my hot boyfriend?” you deflect, crossing your arms to hide how tightly your thighs are clenched.

He chuckles softly, tugging the sweatpants up over his boxers, hips swaying just a little as he adjusts them. “Mmm. You can look. Just don’t expect me to focus if you keep looking like that.”

You tilt your head. “Like what?”

He turns around, shirtless and smug. “Like you want to eat me alive.”

You don’t answer. You’re too busy imagining flipping him onto that bed, settling between those long legs, watching his expression fall apart while you roll your hips into his and tell him to hold still.

“Baby?”

You blink again. “Huh?”

Yunho’s eyes narrow, amused. “Do I need to cancel my valorant plans or something? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He’s watching you with that half smile, shirtless, sweatpants slung low, hair messy in a way that begs to be pulled. His expression is playful, curious.

But he doesn’t realize yet that your patience is done as you step closer, slow, measured. He straightens a little, gaze dipping briefly to your mouth, then back up. “Baby?” he asks again, this time a little more careful. You don’t say anything. You just slide your hand up his chest, fingertips grazing his stomach, brushing over that firm line between his pecs. He tenses ever so slightly, muscles tightening beneath your touch, the breath caught in his throat as your fingers trail higher, just barely brushing the edge of his collarbone.

His voice drops. “What are you…”

You shove. Not hard. Just enough. Just enough to make him stumble back onto the bed with a soft, surprised grunt, arms catching himself as he lands and blinks up at you, stunned. And then his mouth parts, just a little as you stand over him, eyes drinking him in like a storm about to break. “I’ve been thinking about something all day,” you murmur, crawling onto the bed, knee between his legs, hands pressing into the mattress as you hover over him.

His hands settle on your hips automatically. “Yeah?” Your fingers curl into his waistband. “You’ve been in control a lot lately.” He smirks, but it’s uneven now. His voice is a little breathless. “You complaining?”

You sit back slowly, grinding once against him, letting him feel every intention you’ve been simmering in since that damn video and Yunho’s head thuds back against the mattress. He’s breathless beneath you, sweatpants tented and eyes tracking your every move like he’s not sure if this is still a dream. You don’t say a word as you start stripping, slow, deliberate.

His hoodie you have on falls first. Then your pajama shorts. And Yunho? He’s riveted, eyes roaming your body, jaw slack, chest rising and falling quicker with every piece of clothing that hits the floor. “You’re really not gonna tell me what you’ve been thinking about?” he asks, voice husky, cracking at the edges.

You hum, kneeling between his legs now, your palms sliding up his thighs, massaging the muscle beneath as you smirk up at him. “I’m gonna show you instead.” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers and pull, slow, teasing, until he lifts his hips for you like he’s already under your spell. The fabric slides down, revealing the mess you’ve made of him, his dick thick, flushed, already leaking against his stomach and Yunho groans under his breath. “You barely touched me.”

You don’t respond. Instead, you grab his ankles and spread him wider, hands warm against his skin as you guide those long, dancer legs up and around your shoulders. He freezes, mouth falling open in shock. “W… Wait, baby…. what are you…”

“Shhh,” you coo, kissing the inside of his knee. “You trust me?” His eyes flutter as he nods. “Then let me have you.” He exhales hard, head dropping back again, arms gripping the sheets tight as you settle between his legs. You wrap one hand around his dick, hot and twitching in your palm, and stroke slow, letting your thumb smear the precum over his tip.

Yunho whimpers. His thighs are flexed, shaking slightly already, and you haven’t even taken him in yet. Just holding him, admiring him, dragging your tongue slowly up the underside, then flattening it and tapping it against your tongue as you lock eyes with him.

He watches you like you’re a goddamn vision. Like you’ve split the sky open and he’s the offering. “Fuck, baby…” he whispers. “You look so hot like that.” You grin wickedly, tongue flicking against his tip.

He moans, deep in his chest, hips barely twitching, but they can’t move far, not with his legs high over your shoulders, completely at your mercy. And he loves it, thighs trembling where they rest over your shoulders, muscles taut, breath coming in short, shaky bursts. His dick is heavy in your hand, thick and hot and already leaking down your knuckles, and he can barely look away from your mouth.

“Baby… please…” he whispers, voice wrecked before you’ve even started as you slide your hands up, gripping behind his knees, your palms firm on the backs of his thighs, and you pull him closer. Harder. Folding him more and Yunho chokes on a gasp. “W…. wait, wait…” But his body betrays him, hips lifting into your touch instead of away.

You smirk up at him. “No,” you whisper, lips brushing his tip. “You wanted to know what was on my mind?” Your tongue drags slowly over him once and he shudders. “This,” you murmur, and then you open your mouth and take him in. Not slow. Not gentle.

You sink down on him deep and sudden, using your grip on his legs to pull yourself farther, faster, his thighs tightening around your shoulders like instinct and Yunho breaks. “OH… fuck! Baby, baby…” He fists the sheets, head snapping back, stomach flexing hard as you swallow around him.

You use his legs like handles, like leverage, pulling yourself down his length, your mouth hot and relentless as you take him deeper, then deeper, letting his thighs guide your angle. He’s panting, gasping, voice pitching higher each time your nose brushes his pelvis. “You’re…. fuck… you’re using me….” He swallows a moan. “You’re using my legs to… oh god… fuck… baby, please take me deeper!”

You hum around him, and the vibration makes his whole body jerk as he looks down at you, eyes blown wide, unable to decide if he wants to watch or hide, chest heaving as you drag your mouth up his shaft just to slam back down, your grip tightening behind his knees to pull him into every thrust of your throat and his voice cracks. Actually cracks. “Baby… Baby I’m…. I can’t… I can’t hold it…. slow down….. please, I’m… I’m gonna….”

You don’t slow. You take him faster, harder, greedier, your mouth wet and obscene around him, using his long, perfect legs to pull him deeper down your throat until his thighs are shaking uncontrollably around your shoulders. “Fuck! Oh god, please… I’m gonna come!” His voice is almost a sob as he’s unraveling. Completely helpless beneath you.

Your hands are firm on the backs of his thighs, keeping him wide open, his long legs locked around your shoulders as you bob your head over his dick, hot, heavy, and twitching against your tongue and Yunho is barely holding on. “F… fuck, baby…. oh my god, oh my…” His voice breaks around the words, hips stuttering helplessly, too overwhelmed to move properly.

You take him deeper, faster, using his legs for leverage, moaning around him just to feel him shudder. His fingers claw at the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping him from floating away. His whole body goes taut, abs clenched, chest arching off the bed.

His legs tremble violently over your shoulders. A broken, high pitched cry tears from his throat. And he comes. Hard. Hot spurts flood your mouth as he chokes out your name like a prayer, hips twitching uncontrollably. You don’t stop. Don’t flinch. You just stay right there, eyes locked on his face as you swallow every drop, slowly, deliberately, letting him feel all of it.

His thighs are shaking. His jaw is slack. His voice gone as you gently lower his legs as you pull back, licking your lips with wicked satisfaction. He’s sprawled out like a man destroyed, skin flushed, hair damp, chest heaving. And you? You’re grinning. Because seeing Yunho like this, usually so in control, so dominant, so smooth, now limp and twitching and wrecked beneath you?

It’s a fucking high.

“Holy… shit,” he breathes, voice hoarse as you lean over him, dragging your fingers down his oversensitive abs just to hear him whimper and panting, dazed and blissed out, when you start crawling up his body.

He blinks, eyes trying to focus, brain clearly lagging behind. But his hands automatically reach for your hips, guiding you as you straddle him, still slick with arousal, still burning with need, and he can feel it. The heat of you. The hunger. “Baby…” he breathes out, “I just came, I don’t think….”

You lean down and kiss him before he can finish that sentence. Slow. Deep. Tongue curling into his mouth, stealing whatever strength he’s got left. And the second he melts into it, you move again, trailing your lips down his jaw, over his flushed throat, down to the place just beneath his ear where you know he’s sensitive.

Then you whisper, soft, filthy, commanding. “Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna keep you open and trembling while I take what I want.” He lets out a choked sound, hips twitching under you as you smile against his skin, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat there. “Gonna watch you fall apart again. Gonna use your pretty body until we’re both a mess.”

“F… fuck….” His hands tighten on your waist, but his legs, still weak, fall open again like his body wants it as he moves back on the bed, giving you room, and you don’t wait. You grab behind his knees and push, folding him open again, thighs trembling in your grip.

Yunho moans, biting his lip, already overwhelmed as you sink down. “Holy….. fuck…” His voice is hoarse, strained, head thrown back as you take him all the way in, slow and deliberate, the stretch delicious as you seat yourself fully on his dick that’s already hardening again.

His hands fly to the sheets, gripping tight, chest arching toward you as you hold his legs there, open, helpless, yours, as you start to move, grinding down slow, your own moan slipping free at how full he feels you. “So big, baby,” you purr, riding him in deep, slow rolls. “Even after coming, you fill me up so fucking good.”

He whimpers and that’s your favorite sound in the world now.

You start moving faster, bouncing on him with control, with precision, using the grip on his legs for leverage again. And Yunho? He’s gone, hands fisting the blankets, back arched, mouth open in a silent moan as you ride him like he was made to be under you, moaning outright now, body flushed and damp, hands fisting at the sheets as your hips slam down over and over again, riding him deeper, faster. The sound of skin slapping, your wetness, his broken gasps, it’s filthy, and there’s no way Yeosang can’t hear you even in the shower.

You lean down, grinding your hips in a tight circle that has him keening, and whisper against his lips, voice dark and dangerous, “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” He stares at you like he doesn’t understand at first, like his brain’s short circuiting, but his body obeys.

His thighs tremble as they lift. Long legs snaking around your waist, ankles locking behind your back. And you moan. Fuck, you’ve wanted this. The feel of his legs pulling you in. The surrender in it. The way it changes everything. “Good boy,” you breathe, voice pure sin as you grab his thigh with one hand, gripping hard, digging your fingers into the muscle, and the other hand slides up, wrapping lightly around his throat.

He gasps, legs instinctively tighten around you, holding on as you start to move rougher, deeper, fucking yourself on him like it’s your right. “You like this?” you growl, eyes locked on his as your palm presses gently into his throat, just enough to make his breath catch.

His mouth drops open, a desperate moan slipping out. “Yes… fuck, yes!”

“You love being open for me. Wrapped around me. Letting me ruin you.”

He nods, barely coherent, legs pulling you closer, dick twitching inside you.

“Say it.”

“I… fuck….. I love it,” he gasps. “I love it… you feel so good… I can’t…..”

“You can,” you snarl, grinding down harder, your grip tightening just a little more around his throat, just enough to make his eyes flutter. “You’re gonna come again like this. Legs around me. While I own you.”

He whines, literally whines, hips twitching up helplessly into you as your pace grows brutal. And you can feel it. The way he’s spiraling again. The way your body’s building fast, deep, desperate. Both of you chasing the edge now.

You drop your forehead to his, teeth gritted, eyes locked. “Come with me.”

His breath hitches. “Please,” he sobs. “Please… I’m… gonna….. fuck!” The angle is perfect. His legs locked around your waist, his dick hitting so deep with every bounce of your hips, every grind of your body slamming down, it’s brushing that devastating spot inside you that has your walls clenching around him so hard it steals both your breaths.

Your grip on his throat trembles, your other hand digging into the meat of his thigh, and Yunho is moaning. Loud, raw, needy. “Fuck, you’re so tight… so fucking tight….” He’s babbling now, voice high and desperate, but he doesn’t dare let go as his legs tighten around you, his body arching under you to meet every punishing thrust. And you? You’re unraveling. Fast.

You slam down again and….. Oh! Your entire body jerks, a strangled cry tearing out of your throat as his dick grinds right up against your g spot like it’s meant for it. “Yunho!” you gasp, shaking, thighs quivering now, your rhythm faltering, your whole body clenching down around him like a vice, and he feels it.

His hands fly to your waist, and then your back, pulling you close even as you try to ride him through the overwhelming build. “You gonna come?” he pants, voice wrecked. “You gonna let go all over me?”

You nod, wild, delirious. “I… I’m…. fuck, baby….. I’m gonna…” And then it hits. Your whole body spasms as your orgasm crashes through you, walls pulsing around him, your breath stolen from your lungs as you cry out. You clamp down so hard he chokes on his own groan as you squirt.

It spills between you, hot and messy and uncontrollable, soaking both of you, drenching his thighs, your inner legs, the sheets, and still, Yunho doesn’t let go. His legs are still locked around you. His arms wrap around your back as you collapse forward, your body shaking violently with overstimulation, and he takes over.

He starts pounding up into you from below, slamming into your oversensitive body with the last of his strength, voice cracking into gasps as you clench and flutter helplessly around him.

“I can’t… I’m gonna….. fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Do it,” you whisper, barely able to speak. “Come for me.”

And Yunho breaks, groaning deep in your ear, almost a growl, as he thrusts up one last time, hard, so deep it punches the air out of your lungs, and then he comes. Hot, thick spurts flood you as his entire body arches under yours, his voice caught in a strangled cry, his legs trembling around your waist as if even his body can’t believe what you’ve done to him.

He’s still twitching when he finally collapses, arms wrapped around you, both of you soaked, panting, wrecked. The room is wrecked. The sheets are half off the bed. Both of you are soaked, bodies trembling in the aftermath, limbs tangled like you couldn’t bear to be even an inch apart.

You’re laying half on top of him, head resting on his chest, his arms lazily wrapped around your back like he has no bones left to move with. His legs? Still curled around you like a possessive aftershock, one calf hooked loosely at your lower back.

You let out a low, satisfied hum, dragging your fingers lightly up his thigh and watching the way his body still twitches at the touch. “You were a good boy tonight,” you tease him, lips brushing his chest.

Yunho lets out a soft groan, lifting his hand to cover his eyes. “Don’t.”

You grin, licking a stripe up his neck just to make him twitch. “You were such a good sub, baby. Taking it so well. All folded up for me, letting me use your pretty legs…”

He turns his head and glares at you through the corner of his eye, face flushed and still glowing. “Only for you.”

“Oh, I know.” You kiss his jaw. “You’d never let anyone else make you cry like that.”

“Shut up,” he mutters, voice completely ruined. “You bullied me.”

You smirk, propping yourself up on one elbow so you can look down at him. His hair is damp, sticking to his forehead, lips kiss swollen, eyes barely open. He looks wrecked, and so fucking beautiful.

“So…” he starts, voice slow, smug creeping back into his tone making you raise a brow as he tilts his head, smirking just enough to make you want to slap and kiss him at the same time.

“You like my legs, huh?”

You blink.

Then snort.

Then grin.

“I love your legs.”

He groans dramatically. “I knew it. It was the jeans and that damned video.”

“You put those legs on display like a public service announcement.”

“And then you folded me like a beach chair,” he mutters into the pillow as you kiss his cheek. “And you loved it.”

He hums, pulling you closer. “Might’ve blacked out at one point. Don’t even know my name right now.”

You laugh against his skin, tucking yourself tighter into his chest as the room quiets again. Just the sound of your breath syncing, his hands drifting lazily up and down your back.

Then he whispers, lips brushing your hair, “Round two?”

You smirk. “Only if you keep them legs around me.”

“Deal.”

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The thought of Succubus!Seulgi literally PRAYING (😏) for you to have a bad week so she could visit you in your dreams and materialize to physically make you feel better?😫🫶🏾❤️‍🔥

Your week was no less than stressful: boss breathing down your neck, friends asking you for advice that they ultimately didn’t take, your braider AND nail tech both rescheduling your appointments you booked a month in advance….

You couldn’t catch a break!

You partook in three mood boosters tonight: weed, a hot bubble bath, and wine in your favorite pajamas snuggled in bed….but none of it worked…….

……….until the high kicked in……

You slipped into a weed induced sleep….or at least you think you did??? and succubus!seulgi slipped into your mind…or your bedroom window??? Battling between incapacity and reality, you couldn’t quite tell the difference.

Succubus!Seulgi who kisses up your legs slowly as you will yourself to look down the bed at her. Auburn hair covering her face leaving only her split tongue visible as she licks a wet trail up your body.

“Is it you again?” is all you could ask, breath low and shaky as she straddles you, finally meeting your gaze.

Succubus!Seulgi who grins, undoing the buttons on your cardigan. “Did you miss me?”, she asks, obviously knowing the answer….but she likes you needy and vulnerable.

Succubus!Seulgi that lets you suck on her supple breasts. Your tongue toying with the piercings on her nipples as you swirl them around in your mouth, anything to keep you from moaning while her middle and ring finger work their way in and out of your leaking cunt. Her thumb rubbing circles into your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

Succubus!Seulgi who loves to hear you rant while she eats you out of house and home….and probably sanity: “And then that bastard cu-………cut…..the due date by a week….so I- FUCK! Right there baby oh my god~”, the demon laughs into your pussy lips as her split tongue makes light work of your clit. “Keep venting, it’s making me wet.”

Succubus!Seulgi that slows down when tribbing, just to hear you beg. Your legs intertwined as she kneels between yours, dragging her dripping cunt against you so fucking slow it’s almost disrespectful. “Seulgi pleaseee~” “Tell me what you want or this is all you get.” You try to grind up into her, to no avail as she grips one of your legs and braces her hand on your other thigh to hold you in place, “Don’t you wanna cum?” “Yes ma’am~” “Then answer me!” “I want you to fuck me.” Her grip on your thigh tightens as she anchors her knees deeper into the mattress, “I want you to fuck meeeeee….what.” “…….Please? Please fuck me!”

Succubus!Seulgi that enjoys watching her thick, inhuman, almost never-ending trail of saliva ooze down her tits, to her abdomen, down to her pelvis, before it stops where your two cunts meet as she rocks into you with force.

Succubus!Seulgi that moves your hand up to choke her while she’s nailing you to the inverted cross, mocking you while your eyes roll back, “Fuuuuuuuck, look at you. Eyes white, getting fucked by a demon you just let into your home whenever. God you’re so fucking sexy. Say you love it.” “Uuunnnhhhh!!!” “Fucking say it.” “I love it~” “LOUDER.” “I love iiiiiittttt!” God you’re pitiful.

But you’re her kind of pitiful.

The kind that is only revealed when a strong willed force like yourself, surrenders completely. Willingly. Something that you never do. Up until recently, when Seulgi found you during a period when you needed her most. And she’s been drawn to you ever since.

Succubus!Seulgi that goes silent when she’s close. Her pupils blacking out her eyes as they dilate, something that always fascinates you. She falls forward, the cold steel of her nipple piercings flush against your warm dark areolas as her breathing picks up. Her pace quickening as she leans in for a passionate kiss. The two ends of her tongue play in accordance with your own, eliciting a wanton moan from you.

Succubus!Seulgi getting high off of your pleasure, your unbridled lust, as if she was drinking from a sacred fountain. “Fuck! Seulgi you’re gonna make me cum~”. Too far gone and overtaken by her demonic nature, she plants a foot on the bed and hikes your legs back as she begins to pound onto your cunt, using the pressure to send you reeling. A smile overtakes her face, the features around her black eyes gradually darkening as she watches you fall over the edge, your juices gushing as the pleasure becomes overbearing. “Oh my God!” you try to brace yourself with Seulgi’s forearms, failing miserably, completely at the mercy of her inhumane strength. Drawls of “Yessss” falling from the demon’s lips as she milks you for everything you’re worth.

Succubus!Seulgi whose orgasm flows over her as your consciousness briefly leaves you. Her cum, a metallic dark purple, running down her thighs and onto yours as you finally come to.

Succubus!Seulgi who leaves you to rest after she made you cum six times, and squirt on her twice, then once together.

There were always pros and cons of growing up with two guy best friends. The pros are that no other guys really bothered you because they always thought you were dating one of them; hell, some even thought you were dating both. You can recall so many times when both Yeosang and San got flustered when asked if they were dating you, denying it till they ran out of breath. Not that it really convinced people, anyway.

But then there were the cons…

You had to watch them hit puberty, which at first didn’t really affect their physique at all. They were, as you like to call them, string beans. However, once they got serious about going to the gym during your college days, you started to wish they hadn’t. As the months passed, it became insanely harder to turn a blind eye to their growing muscles, especially since they thought it’d be better to be roommates. Ya know, save money and all, but now you were in fear of your mental health.

Today just seemed to be one of those days when your eyes would betray you at any given moment. It was raining out, and the guys didn’t feel like going out to the gym, so what was their solution? Working out in the living room, where you just so happen to be trying to enjoy the new book you bought. However, as soon as San walked in wearing a black tank top and gym shorts, that book was placed on the back burner. 

You tried to focus on the pages in front of you, but the words kept blending together, and not a single thing stuck in your brain. It pleaded with you to look up, and at some point, you listened to the urges, eyes racking over the man’s back and arms as he continued with his pushups, a thin layer of sweat covering his honey skin.

The sound of footsteps broke your burning gaze, and you swallowed thickly before looking over, finding Yeosang standing in the doorway. Heat flushed up your neck, thinking that you had just been caught staring at San. Yeosang, however, didn’t say a word as he walked over to the weight rack, the very one you had told them multiple times to put in one of their rooms because it looked tacky, but of course they didn’t listen.

Inhaling deeply, you will yourself to look back at your book and try to read, because the story was indeed interesting. But just like before, the words made no sense to you, and the words started to blur as you reread the same sentence multiple times.

“New book?” Yeosang’s voice caused you to jump, the book falling into your lap, and you looked up at him with an expression as if you had just been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, which, in retrospect, you were.

Swallowing thickly, you bend over to grab the book that had fallen to the ground, “Yeah, I got it the other day.” You told him, your eyes everywhere but on him.

“Oh? What’s it about?” This time, it was San asking the questions, his hand snatching the book from your hand after you grabbed it, causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise.

“Hey!” You jumped up, ready to snatch the book back, having completely forgotten what the book was about until just now. Heat rushed up your neck, painting your cheeks a bright red as you tried to grab the book, but San held it out of your reach, his other hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you back.

“Oh, dark fairies, huh?” San asked in a teasing tone, flipping it over to read the description on the back.

“Yes, now.” You pushed against his arm to try and grab the book once more, hoping he wouldn’t be able to open it one-handed, “Give. It. Back.”

Just as you finally break free from San’s grasp and are about to grab the book, Yeosang reaches down and grabs it from San. A yelp fell from your lips as you collapsed in San’s lap, head snapping up to look at Yeosang as he started to open the book. Dread filled your body as his eyes began to scan the first few pages that held content warnings.

Accepting defeat, you slumped down on San’s legs, head hanging over his knee, not ready to face the embarrassment that was about to happen.

“Jeez, I didn’t know you were into this type of stuff y/n.” Yeosang chuckles, and you groan, covering your face. He looked down at you, a smirk tugging on his lips as he saw the tips of your ears turn a brilliant shade of red.

“Wait, wait, lemme see.” San held a hand back out to Yeosang, wanting to see just what you had been reading about.

“Stop, please.” You pleaded with them, tears of embarrassment brimming in your eyes as you tried to sit up.

However, San pressed a hand flat against your back, pushing you right back in his lap. Heat started to bloom in your lower gut as he held you in place. You wanted to hate yourself for getting turned on by this situation, but you had been fawning over them for the last few months, and being practically bent over San’s lap was not helping your case.

Yeosang handed San the open book, and the dark-haired male took it, eyes skimming over the same words that Yeosang had read just moments ago. A sinister smirk pulled on the male's lips the more he read, and you continued struggling to get out of his hold, but to no avail.

“Hair pulling, size kink, bondage, choking, strength kink…” The more San read aloud, the more embarrassed you felt, hands coming up to cover your face as a few tears dripped from your eyelashes. You whined for him to stop, but he didn’t listen; instead, he continued to list the warnings until he finished. ”Damn y/n, I didn’t think you were that kinky.” He chuckled, hand still firm against your back, and you shook your head in protest.

You couldn't bring yourself to look at either of them, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole. Your whole body felt like it was set on fire, and you couldn't tell if it was from the embarrassment or the way that San's hand trailed further down your back until his fingers brushed against the skin that was peeking out from where your shirt rode up. 

“Why are you acting all shy now? You were just reading it with a straight face.” Yeosang teased as he moved closer to you, crouching down in front of you. A gasp fell from your lips when his fingers caught your chin, pulling your head up to look at him. “Or were you hoping we'd notice, hmm? Want us to do those things to you?” He continued to tease you, and you swore that your face was the shade of a cherry. 

“N-No.” You choked on your words as you looked up at him with glossy eyes.

“Really?” San asked, tossing the book onto the coffee table before his hand moved to wrap around your waist, “So you weren't just eye fucking us earlier?”

Your heart stopped as your head snapped over to look at him, eyes as wide as saucers. You were sure that they hadn't noticed, but how could you be so stupid? You had been staring at them like a dog eyeing a piece of meat. 

“Caught ya’,” San smirked at you, and you squirmed around, finally breaking free of his hold and rolling over to sit on your knees in front of them.

“I wasn’t!” You exclaimed, a dull ringing forming in your ears from the sudden movement, “plus it’s your fault for turning the living room into your gym.”

“Oh, so you were staring?” San asked, leaning forward, which caused you to scoot back, but you didn’t get too far when you ran into something. Well, more like someone.

“Don’t run away yet.” Yeosang’s voice rang in your ears as you tilted your head back, finding him standing right behind you. He then crouched down once more, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him as you tried to escape again.

“Let me go! I need to feed my fish.” You came up with an excuse and mentally facepalmed as the words left your lips, but both males looked at you in amusement.

“You don’t have a fish, darlin’.” Yeosang’s voice was right next to your ear, causing your body to freeze, his breath fanning over your cheek.

San rose up to his knees before moving closer to you, leaning down until he was eye level with you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his, heart hammering against your ribcage. The sound was almost loud enough that you were sure that they could hear it over the rain that was hitting the windows.

“Look at you, so flustered it’s cute.” San teased, grabbing your chin between his fingers, stopping you from looking away. “What if I told you we were doing it on purpose?”

Your eyes grew wide at his words. There was no way that they were actually doing this just to mess with you. Yet based on the looks that they were both giving you, you knew that he wasn’t lying. You opened your mouth to speak, but San was quick to press a finger against your lips, shushing you.

“Don’t think we haven’t noticed how you stare at us when you think we’re not looking.” Yeosang spoke, his chest pressed against your back, “How you always bite your lip,”

“Or how you squeeze your thighs together,” San added on, fingers trailing down your neck, a smirk tugging on his lips when he felt you swallow under his fingertips.

“Not to mention when you run off to take a shower.” Yeosang’s lips brushed against your ear, and your head started to spin.

“I wasn’t–” You tried to think of an excuse, any excuse really, but the words fell from your tongue the moment you felt Yeosang’s lips against your neck.

A small whine escaped your lips when he found that tender spot right under your ear, surprising both men. You wanted to jump from the window due to your embarrassment, but your body betrayed you.

“Do that again.” San groaned as his hands found your bare thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and your brain short-circuits.

Yeosang left hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and exposed shoulder that was peeking out from your oversized shirt. Another whine fell from your lips when he bit down, your head falling back against his shoulder.

“Fuck, you sound so hot.” San’s hands slid up your thighs until they met the hem of your shorts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

It felt like your body was on fire from the sudden overwhelming pleasure, your brain starting to shut down already. Then you were suddenly pulled from your daze when Yeosang spun you around and placed you in his lap. You looked at him with wide eyes, hands finding his shoulders, having not expected him to do that. However, the shock wore off as he leaned in, just a hair away from your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was deep and raspy, causing you to shudder slightly, but you were quick to answer his question by leaning forward, connecting your lips to his.

He groaned against you, hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer. A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt his bulge underneath you. Yeosang’s lips muffled all of the noises you made as he rolled your hips down onto his.

“Havin’ all the fun without me?” San asks, his voice an octave lower than it was earlier. He moved closer to the two of you, and as soon as you felt his hands on your waist heat flushed your whole body.

Yeosang broke the kiss before grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your shorts, seeing as you weren’t wearing a bra. San and Yeosang both inhaled sharply at the sight of your bare skin.

“Damn princess, no bra?” San leaned into you, whispering in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine as his warm breath fanned over your skin. His hands found your hips while Yeosang reached up, cupping your breast in his hand.

“Yeo…” You breathed out as his lips left wet kisses all over your chest before latching his lips around your perked nipple. One of your hands combed through his hair as your head fell back against San’s shoulder. 

“Feels good, doesn't it?” San asked, lips brushing the skin right under your ear as you hummed.

A breathy moan fell from your lips when San started peppering kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder. The feeling of both of their lips on your body had you melting right in Yeosang’s lap, heat overtaking your entire nervous system. 

Yeosang moaned into your chest as your hips grinded down against his, the vibrations causing you to let out a moan of your own. San chuckled against your neck as he placed a firm grasp on your hips before making you grind down harder.

“Fuck!” You whined. The feeling of Yeosang’s cock rubbing against your clothed clit was driving you insane. The need to have him inside you grew tenfold, and you tugged on his hair softly, causing him to glance up at you but not quite take his mouth off of you.

Seeing the look in your eye, Yeosang smirked, pulling away from your chest with a wet pop, “What’s wrong, darling?”

“Need you,” Your words came out airy as San continued to attack your neck, your hands trailing down Yeosang’s chest before stopping at the waistband of his sweats.

“I haven’t even prepped you yet. Are you sure you can take it?” He asked, his tone cocky but held undertones of worry.

You, however, were so lost in your need and desire, plus you were sure that you were wet enough that you’d be able to take him without any problem. He couldn’t be that big anyway, right?

“Please, Yeo. I need you in me so bad.” You whined, tugging at the strings of his sweats, causing him to chuckle before grabbing your wrist.

“So impatient, aren’t you?” He cooed, hands finding the band of your shorts and moving forward to place a chiste kiss on your lips before maneuvering you in order to pull your bottoms off as well as your panties, leaving you completely bare before him.

“God, you’re beautiful.” San breathed out, eyes racking over your bare form, and you felt small under his intense gaze. However, Yeosang grabbed your jaw, making you face him before leaning down, lips ghosting over yours.

You leaned into him, eyes fluttering as you waited for him to kiss you, but he never did. Yeosang watched in amusement as your eyes looked at him in shock, a small pout on your lips. He glanced over at San, a silent conversation happening, leaving you confused.

A high-pitched squeak fell from your lips when San grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. You started to protest, but were quickly silenced when his hand hooked around the underneath of your knees, pulling your legs up and apart. Heat flushed your face once more, body squirming in San’s hold, but it was pointless seeing as he was way too strong.

Your breath hitched and body stilled when you felt a hand on your inner thigh, just shy of your weeping core. Blinking back the tears of embarrassment, you looked at Yeosang as he shifted closer to you, his shirt no longer on his body.

“Yeo–” Your voice cracked when you felt him prodding at your entrance, your mouth suddenly going dry as you realized just how big he was.

Seeing your wide eyes, Yeosang chuckled before leaning over you, pressing his lips against your jaw. He kissed up to your ear, a shiver running down your spine as his warm breath fanned over your ear.

“Relax for me, angel.” His voice was smooth, and a small whine fell from your lips as you felt him push into your tight heat. His hands found your hips, squeezing your soft flesh.

“Fuck you’re so big!” You cried out, head falling back onto San’s chest, fingers digging into his bicep. The tears that were once sitting idly on your waterline broke free, gliding down your flustered cheeks.

Yeosang chuckled softly but was cut off by a groan when you clenched around him, his grip tightening. The stretch that his cock was giving you had stars dancing across your vision, your jaw falling slack the further he pushed in. Until he was fully buried to the hilt, hips pressed flush against yours.

“You’re doing so well, princess,” San cooed in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin, and you let out a whimper. Your mind started to drift as Yeosang began to slowly roll his hips, testing the waters.

“Y-Yeo… move, please.” You whined, trying to roll your hips against his, the need almost overbearing, and if he didn’t move soon, it felt like you would explode. He smirked down at you, loving the teary eyes that you were looking up at him with. The way you spread out for him was like a wet dream he never thought would come true.

A choked moan tore from your throat when he pulled out only to push back in quickly, hitting every sensitive spot imaginable. Yeosang started off slow, watching the way your eyes rolled back every time he thrusts in, your nails digging into San’s bicep. Then, when his pace picked up, a symphony of noises left your swollen lips.

“Look at you, angel, already so fucked out.” Yeosang teased, hips snapping into yours with a punishing thrust, eliciting a loud moan from your lips.

“She was so eager to be used, weren’t you, princess?” San chuckled, the vibrations sending your mind whirling.

“‘S so good.” You gasped out, head falling back onto San’s chest, and Yeosang’s lips twitched watching you completely lose yourself in the lust. Your eyes flew open as soon as you felt Yeosang’s fingers on your clit, your legs trying to snap shut, but San’s grip was too tight. “Yeo!” You cried out, reaching down to shove his hand away as you felt the pressure in your gut build quickly, way too quickly.

“C’mon, love, I know you can handle it.” His voice was smooth, a smirk tailored to his face, and his pace never slowing. He thrusts into you relentlessly as his finger toyed with your twitching clit, a series of moans and cries fell from your lips. 

Then you felt it. Your high crept up on you way too quickly, and you didn’t even get a chance to warn Yeosang before it burst. A silent scream tore through your lungs as your release gushed out in waves all over Yeosang’s cock.

“Fuck.” San groaned, watching as your body trembled in his hold, legs fighting to close, but his grip was far too strong.

“God, you just squirted,” Yeosang growled, bending over you to capture your lip in a messy, spit-filled kiss. The change in positions had white spots clouding your vision as you moaned into Yeosang’s mouth.

“Y-Yeo–” You choked out as he bullied his cock further into your walls, brushing over your sweet spot in the process. Your hands are now on his shoulders, digging into his skin, surely leaving behind crescent shapes from your nails.

Your vision started to blur as his lips latched onto your collarbone, nipping at the skin. Your body twitched in San’s hold, and it felt like your mind was being sent into orbit due to how hard he was going.

“Just a little bit longer, angel.” He cooed in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, and your back arched against him. He had a vice-like grip on your hips, using them as leverage to fuck into your weeping pussy. The way your walls were squeezing around him was about to drive him mad.

“C’mon, princess, open those pretty eyes. Watch as Yeo creams your sweet little cunt.” San coaxed your eyes open, the sight of your teary eyes nearly tipping Yeosang over the edge. San peppered kissed all over your jaw, soaking in the high-pitched moans that left your lips.

“Fuck, cumming.” Yeosang groaned, burying himself to the hilt in your soaping cunt, painting your gummy walls white with his seed. The warm feeling of his cum spilling inside of you tipped you over the edge once more, a weak whine breaking past your lips as your fingers dug into his forearm.

“Did you fill her nice and full, Yeo?” San asked, a smirk adorning his features as he looked at the man in front of him, who met his gaze with a smirk of his own.

“Oh yeah,” He nodded, slowly slipping out of your walls, making you feel every curve and vein of his dick, and you croaked out a whimper. San’s eyes fell to your pussy, watching in amusement as Yeosang’s cum started to spill out. “She’s still got room for another load, don’t you pretty girl?” 

Your head was utterly consumed by pleasure at this point, your pupils dilated to the point that they could barely make out your irises. A never-ending heat consumed your body, need growing once more at the thought of them fucking another load of their cum into your sensitive pussy.

“Please.” You pleaded, eyes flickering up to San with a small pout, and the dark-haired male felt his dick twitch in his sweats.

“Fuck.” He cursed, lowering your legs and your body melted against his, and he brought his face down to yours. His fingers brushed over your heated cheeks, lips ghosting over your skin, causing your eyes to flutter. “You want another load babygirl, is that it?”

“Yes, Sannie, please.” You whined, moving forward to connect his lips with yours, but his grip on your jaw tightened, keeping you in place.

A dark chuckle flowed from his lips, the sound went straight to your pussy, causing you to clench around nothing. Then, before you could even process it, you were pulled out of San’s lap, right into Yeosang’s arms. San’s hands found your hips, pulling them up until they hung in the air.

“Such a pretty pussy.” San cooed, his hands smoothing over your ass before landing a harsh smack against your skin. Your body lurched forward with a choked whine, the skin tingling under his palm. He repeated the action a few more times, watching as your body started to shake, hands gripping Yeosang’s thighs.

“I didn’t know you were such a pain slut angel.” Yeosang teases, fingers gripping your chin to tilt your head up until you are looking at him. Tears stuck to your lashes while others spilled down your cheeks, a sight that Yeosang wanted to burn into his brain.

Your body shivered as San’s hand trailed up your spine, before tangling in your hair and yanking your body up. A whimper of his name fell from your lips as your back met his chest, hands going to his thighs to keep your balance.

San’s warm breath fanned over your ear, causing your body to shudder, your arousal building further, “Look, princess, Yeo’s all hard again. Why don’t you be a good girl and help him out while I fuck this pretty little cunt of yours, hmm?” 

His free hands snaked down your waist, cupping your heat, causing your hips to buck against him. His name fell from your lips in a breathy moan, eyes fluttering at the contact. You bit your lip to try and keep your moans at bay, suddenly aware that you were still in your apartment and your neighbors could probably hear you. However, all of those sounds broke free once San’s fingers split your folds and pressed against your aching clit.

“F-Fuck!”

“Answer me, princess.” His voice was rough against your ear as he leaned further into your body, finger working lazy circles on your clit. Panting, you tried to nod your head to the best of your ability,   seeing as he still had a hold of your hair. A sharp cry fell from your lips when he tugged your head back, the burn causing more tears to brim in your eyes. “Use your words.”

“Y-Yes.” You whimpered, and San released his hold, allowing your body to crumble right back into Yeosang’s lap. Your hands gripped onto his thighs as you tilted your head, coming face-to-face with Yeosang’s erection, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

Raising up on shaky arms, you took his cock in one of your hands, pumping slowly. A small whine fell from Yeosang’s lips, his hand falling back at the feeling of your soft hand on his skin. You could feel yourself clench around nothing at the sound, a sound that you wanted to hear fall from his lips over and over again. 

You lean forward, bringing your face closer to his length and giving his tip a few kitten licks. Yeosang bit his lip as he looked down at you, moving some of your hair out of your face before gathering your strands into a makeshift ponytail so he could see you. 

You were reminded of San’s presence when he started teasing your folds with the tip of his dick, his other hand gripping your hip. A whine reverberated from your throat when he brushed against your still sensitive clit. 

“Sannie…” You breathed out, head falling forward when his tip dipped into your walls. However, you cried out pathetically when he smacked your ass, his hand rubbing over the now red skin.

“Focus, princess, or we can leave you here high and dry.” He cooed, but there was an edge to his tone that sent a shiver down your spine because you knew he wasn’t joking.

Lifting your head once more, you moved closer to Yeosang’s cock, wrapping your lips around his tip. Yeosang inhaled sharply through his nose as his hips bucked up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

“Fuck, you’re mouth feels so good, angel.” He groaned, fingers tightening in your hair as you took him further in your mouth. The sheer size of his cock made it hard to take him all, but you relaxed your throat, trying your best as tears spilled from the corner of your eyes.

Slowly, you started to bob your head, tongue swirling around his tip, pulling a mixture of groans and whines from his lips that went straight to your cunt. San’s fingers tightened around your hips after he aligned his dick with your leaking entrance. Then he thrusts deep into your cunt, burying himself entirely in your heat, causing a choked moan to rip from your lungs only to be muffled by Yeosang’s dick.

Your nails dug into Yeosang’s thighs as San rutted his hips against yours. A loud moan vibrated around Yeosang’s dick, causing him to tug on your hair, his hips bucking up. The feeling of your mouth on his, with a mixture of your moans, had Yeosang’s cock twitching in your mouth. Your body slumped forward into Yeosang’s lap as San’s pace quickly turned hard and fast, his tip hitting your sweet spot instantly, and stars danced across your vision. Tears stung in your eyes as you tried your best to keep your focus on Yeosang, but with every drag of San’s dick against your walls, it had the tip of Yeosang’s dick hitting the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re doing so good for me, angel.” Yeosang’s voice came out in a moan, causing your pussy to clench around San’s cock, whose fingers dug into the fat of your hips, nails leaving behind indents.

“Shit, I can’t believe you’re letting us fuck your sweet little cunt princess,” San growled, hips pistoning into yours, tearing another loud cry from your lips.

Yeosang chuckled as he tugged on your hair, earning a whine from your muffled lips. The vibrations turned his chuckle into a choked groan, his hips bucking up into your mouth. “Fuck, angel, I’m close.”

You could feel his heavy cock twitch on your tongue, telling you just how close he really was. You tried your best to keep your concentration on his cock, but with how hard and frantic San’s hips were slamming against yours, his dick hitting all the right spots made it challenging. However, you took him as far into your mouth that you could without gagging, your tongue pressing against the vein that ran along the underside of his dick. That was his breaking point. A sharp moan fell from his lips as his hand pressed down on the back of your head, making you take him even further as he came. The vibrations of your moans around his sensitive cock pulled a breathy whine from his parted lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yeosang chanted as you continued to suck on his still twitching cock, milking every last drop of his cum before he finally pulled you off of him with a lewd ‘pop’. He then let go of your hair before grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, saying, “Swallow it.”

His hoarse voice sent tingles all throughout your body, your walls tightening around San’s cock, earning a deep groan from the dark-haired male. You swallowed Yeosang’s seed as you held his eyes before opening your mouth and letting your tongue fall free, showing him. A smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours before pulling away, causing you to whine.

He released his hold, allowing your body to fall right back into his lap, your arms too weak to hold yourself up anymore. No longer worried about having Yeosang’s dick in your throat, San's grip tightened before his hips sped up.

“S-San!” You screamed his name, back arching as he somehow hit even deeper in your cunt, making your body shake. Planting one of his feet up, he used your hips as leverage to fuck into you, his tip brushing over your sweet spot continuously. All sound caught in your throat as you tried to cry out, but all that came out was a pitiful squeak, tears cascading down your cheeks.

“Such a dirty girl aren’t you, princess, so fucked out but yet so eager for more.” San chastised you as he watched you push your hips back against his. He then smacked your ass again, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he watched your skin turn a deeper shade of red.

Your hands balled into fists as your head hung low, your high steadily getting closer. Then you felt a hand wrap around your throat, pulling a weak moan from your lips. Yeosang lifted your upper body up until you were level with his face, the change in angle sending your body over the edge.

“F-Fuck!” You cried out, eyes rolling back as your hands wrapped around Yeosang’s wrist while San continued to pummel into you.

“God, you’re squeezing me so damn tight.” San groaned, head falling right between your shoulder blades. One of his hands moved around your hips, easily finding your aching clit. A strangled moan left your swollen lips as he circled the nub harshly, white spots starting to cloud your vision.

“You look so good like this angel.” Yeosang’s breath fanned over your soaked face, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You tried to speak, but his grip on your throat tightened, and all that came out was a meek cry. 

His lips crashed into yours with an almost bruising force, nearly taking all of the air from your lungs. The kiss was a mess of spit as you tried to keep up with his pace, but your brain was starting to float away from you. With another harsh snap of San’s hips, white spots littered your vision, and a mixture of incoherent words fell from your lips only to be swallowed by Yeosang’s.

A familiar pressure built in your gut once more, and your legs trembled, threatening to give out on you if it wasn’t for San and Yeosang’s hold on you. You opened your mouth to warn them, but you were cut off by a loud whine when San’s lips latched onto the back of your shoulder, leaving bite marks in his wake.

“F-Fuck! ‘M close–fuck, Sannie, I feel weird.” You cried out, hands moving to grab Yeosang’s shoulders to ground yourself as he pulled back to look at your face.

The sound of San’s dark chuckle made your brain swirl, your walls clenching around him like crazy. However, your words only spurred him on. His pace grew to an almost feral pace, causing your eyes to roll, nails digging into Yeosang’s shoulders.

With one last harsh thrust of his hips, your body shattered, your release gushing out of you and drenching the floor. The sight had both men groaning, and San’s fingers sped up on your clit to coax more out of your body. A silent scream falling from your lips, mind gone entirely, and body convulsing between them.

“S-Sannie!” You cried out, hand grabbing his wrist to try to pry his hand away from your clit. He sank his teeth into your shoulder, and your body jerked with a broken moan. “‘S too much.”

“Aww, is it really too much for you, princess?” San mocked you, and you tried to respond, but the only sounds that left your lips were broken moans and cries of their names. 

After a few more harsh, quick snaps of his hips, a string of long, low groans fell from his lips. His cum gushing out deep in your womb. The sensation pulls another, weaker orgasm from your spent body, and you whine loudly. San continued to rock his hips against yours, riding out his high before leaning against your back, his face buried in your shoulder.

Yeosang released your throat, letting your body fall against his chest, and all three of you stayed like that for a few long moments. Once he caught his breath, San pulled away slowly, pressing soft kisses along the back of your shoulder as he pulled out of your cunt. Another whine falling from your lips as you could feel every groove and vein of his cock.

“S-Sannie.” You whimpered, causing him to chuckle, his hands massaging your sore hips. Your muscles finally started to relax, and you melted right into Yeosang’s arms.

“Keep her awake, I’ll go run the bath,” San told Yeosang as he stood, grabbing his boxers off the ground in the process.

Yeosang didn’t say a word, just nodded as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer. San disappeared out of the room, and you could feel yourself start to drift off.

“Keep your eyes open, angel.” He whispered in your ear softly, causing you to whine, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours, letting you decide what to do next. You wrapped a shaky hand around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

Yeosang shifted both of your bodies until you were perched in his lap once more, his hands gently caressing your thighs. Your lips melded together, and you felt as if you could never get tired of the taste of his lips.

Reluctantly, Yeosang pulled away, “You keep doing that, and this might lead to another round.” He teased, and your face flushed, causing him to laugh softly. He then reached forward, brushing your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek.

“Bath’s ready.” San came back into the room, dressed in a pair of pajama pants now, and his eyes fell onto where you were sitting. “Not thinking about going another round without me, are you?”

“Maybe.” Yeosang teased, his hand falling back to your hips to help you stand, but you almost toppled over the moment you stood. Both men chuckled, and you glared at them, telling them that it was their fault.

Once he was on his feet and pulled his boxer back on, Yeosang bent down and picked you up, causing a shocked gasp to leave your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him, and he just smiled sweetly at you.

“Let’s get you in the bath, then we can order something to eat before going to bed.” He told you, eyes flickering over to San, who nodded in agreement.

As you were carried to the bathroom, the realization of what just happened hit you like a tidal wave. The two guys that you grew up with, thinking that you would never do anything like this with, had just fucked you into the next universe. 

You buried your face in Yeosang’s neck as more thoughts of what this meant filled your head, but as soon as you hit the warm water, you decided to let those go for another time. For now, you’d enjoy San and Yeosang’s company as they bickered over what to order.

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