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abby-grace · 2 months

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what in the fuck i’m losing my mind THANK YOUU UHHHHHHHH

Light It Up! — K.HJ, P.SH

STORY SUMMARY: The year is 2077, and the world is a lawless dystopia where tech giants and major corporations hold all the power. Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa are an infamous criminal duo who have made names for themselves fighting against the "techno brainwashing" of society. Discovering they're on the brink of getting caught, they decide to go out with a bang—and who better to help them than their favorite plaything?

PAIRING: Kim Hongjoong x F!Reader x Park Seonghwa

RATING/GENRE: M ; smut ; criminal / cyberpunk / dystopian AU

WORD COUNT: 4.4k

WARNINGS: Arson, breaking and entering, clubbing, alcohol + drug use, pet names (doll, precious), rioting, violence

NSFW WARNINGS: Choking, creampie, cum stuffing, cunnilingis, deep throating, exhibitionism, fire play, fingering, free use, hair-pulling, knife play (light), multiple orgasms, play party, public sex, spitroasting, sub drop, threesome, overstimulation

A/N: Don't blame me, blame the MATZ m/v.

LINKS: Masterlist, cross-posted on AO3.

“And… there!”

After days of meticulous planning, organizing, and making shady, back-alley deals, it’s finally done. The last camera is in position—everything is ready for the big event. All that’s left for you to do is step back and admire your work.

Switching on your illegally procured holodeck, you press a few buttons and watch as the space around you completely transforms. What was once an abandoned warehouse is now a club that could rival any in the city center. Neon lights pulse to heavy synth, serving bots whiz from place to place, and the makeshift bar looks inviting enough with rows of expensive bottles on display. Whether or not the liquor in the bottles is worth the price, well… Hopefully people will be too distracted to notice.

The focal point, the one thing you are most proud of, is the transparent stage that extends at least 15 feet above the dance floor. Taking in the grandeur of it all is more than enough to get you excited for what's to come. You're certain that Hongjoong and Seonghwa will put on the performance of the century.

Today is incredibly important for both of them, and the fact that they have trusted you enough to include you more than makes up for the long hours and strenuous work. They’re currently out setting up their "grand finale," which they have been painstakingly cryptic about. You have your suspicions, not that you need or even want to know the specifics.

A low whistle pierces the air. "You really outdid yourself this time, doll."

You turn to look at Seonghwa as he enters, and your heart practically skips a beat when you take in his appearance—he must have changed in preparation for the big event. His hair, pulled away from his face, lets you focus on his features; dark eyes, full lips, all beautifully accented by his smoky makeup. His outfit is one you haven't seen on him before, but it suits him perfectly, from the gold chains hanging around his neck to the deep cut of his silk shirt.

"Thanks, Hwa," you reply bashfully, dusting off your hands on your jeans. "Just trying to do my part."

He approaches you, a smirk tugging at his lips. The way he stares at you, drinks you in… it makes you feel like a prey animal who has found itself in the sights of a predator. You blush and cast your gaze to the floor, suddenly fascinated by the specks of dirt at your feet.

"And you have done it spectacularly." He lifts your chin with his pointer finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "I think you deserve a reward."

Seonghwa drops his gaze to your lips for just a moment before he leans in, closing the space between you with an almost agonizing slowness. The kiss is gentle and commanding all at once and you shiver, immediately pulling him closer. The fatigue, the stress—all of it melts away.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling on it with just enough force to make you gasp. His tongue slides expertly against yours, the taste of him something sweet and darkly rich, like cherry liquor. It’s addictive. But the moment ends too soon for your liking, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

Seonghwa doesn’t pull away entirely, resting his forehead against yours as he lifts a hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. He lets his touch linger as he traces a path down your neck, lithe fingers playing with the necklace dangling above your chest. Three dainty, silver hearts. One for you, one for Seonghwa, and one for—

The rev of a motorcycle engine cuts through the air, and your head snaps toward the sound just in time to see Hongjoong park his bike at the door. He takes off his helmet and shakes out his hair which you’re surprised to see is freshly dyed. It almost makes you laugh; of course even as he’s out running errands for his coup de grâce, he finds time for fashion.

“Not starting the party without me, I hope?”

Hongjoong’s heeled boots click pleasantly atop the concrete flooring as he walks over to the two of you. His synthetic fur coat is a bright orange, the complete opposite of what one might expect a criminal on the run to wear. But both he and Seonghwa have never been ones for hiding.

“Never,” Seonghwa replies, clapping a hand on the back of the younger’s neck. “Did you get it done?”

Hongjoong scoffs in a teasing manner. “Did you doubt I would?”

“Of course not.” Seonghwa squeezes Hongjoong’s neck once before letting go and clapping his hands together. “Looks like it’s time for the show.”

A few hours later, the party is in full swing. The once-empty warehouse is now filled to the brim with people dressed in cloaks and masks for the sake of anonymity. Some are on the dance floor, grinding against each other, while others have drifted toward the bar, downing shots and laughing.

Toward the back of the room, there's a group huddled around a table, huffing glitter, black lace, and who knows what other kinds of drugs. Meanwhile, others are tangled together on couches, lost in the throes of ecstasy. The air is so thick with the smell of smoke and sweat that it almost makes you dizzy.

A hand wraps around your neck from behind, pulling you against a warm body, and you gasp. “That’ll be us later, precious,” Hongjoong whispers, hot breath fanning against your ear. Your nervousness ebbs away, immediately replaced by eagerness. “Do you like watching them? Or maybe you’d prefer to be the one being watched?”

You lean back against him, the hand around your neck a welcome pressure. “Both,” you breathe.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter. “Good.”

He separates from you, and you turn to face him. He seems so confident, so excited, that it’s hard to believe he and Seonghwa are about to paint targets on both of their backs. Hit by a wave of anxiety, you lean forward and kiss him. He immediately reciprocates, nipping at your bottom lip and eagerly exploring your mouth with his tongue.

Kissing him is always different than kissing Seonghwa. Seonghwa’s kisses are controlled, with a hidden power brewing behind them. There’s always a promise of more, a hint at what is to come when he finally lets go. On the other hand, Hongjoong kisses with reckless abandon. He is uninhibited, always ready to devour you whole. When he pulls back, a string of spit hangs between you before snapping.

“You nervous?” You nod, and he gently tweaks your chin between two fingers. “Don’t be. Those tech bastards have no idea what we have in store.”

“I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“And we will be,” he assures you. "After everything goes up in flames. Trust me, precious. Trust us.”

“I do.” And it’s true. You trust them with everything that you have.

“That’s our girl.” He kisses you again. “It’s time to go live.”

You take out your holodeck, and with the click of a button, all the cameras you set up switch on. You hurriedly switch channels through all the local stations, thrilled to see that it worked and the entire club is being streamed live to every device in the city.

You stop the music and make the lights go out, causing a hush to fall over the crowd. You shine one beam of light directly onto the stage and you watch as Seonghwa steps out to address the throng of people below. He is captivating and has no problem commanding all of the power in the room.

“Welcome one and all,” Seonghwa begins, voice booming over the speakers. “If you’re here, it means you are brave enough to fight against the corporations that enslave our society!”

Hongjoong steps up next to him, and while he’s smaller in stature, he exudes no less power. However, he stays silent as Seonghwa continues, “We will not be silenced any longer. Tonight, we raise our voices in defiance; we will no longer bow down to those who seek to control us!”

The crowd explodes into thunderous applause but immediately falls silent when Hongjoong raises a hand. "But tonight isn’t just about the revolution—it is also a celebration of our freedom, our individuality, and our unity. So let loose because everyone in the city is watching and we all know that, deep down, they wish they were us!”

Cheers and shouts fill the room once again as everyone raises their glasses in solidarity. Your heart swells with pride as you take it all in. You have become a part of something far greater than yourself and, just like your boys, you are willing to do whatever it takes to see it through to victory.

You switch the music and lights back on and the party resumes in full force. People seem to go even harder than they were before, playing up their hedonism for the cameras. Seonghwa and Hongjoong have disappeared into the crowd, likely to mingle and spread their message one-on-one.

Seonghwa favors the dance floor, hypnotizing those around him as he moves. A contented smile tugs at the corner of his lips as his hips sway to the beat, as beautiful as he is provocative. He flits from person to person, holding them close as he whispers into their ears. He occasionally catches you watching him, always making sure to tease you with a wink.

On the other hand, Hongjoong stalks the perimeter of the room, moving from group to group. His skill lies in charming people with his words, and tonight is no different. Everyone who speaks to him smiles and laughs, completely enamored with everything he says. He shakes hands, claps shoulders, and you have no doubt that if people weren’t loyal before, they will be when he’s through.

You stick to one of the quieter corners of the room in order to keep an eye on the cameras. You need to make sure that everything is running smoothly both in and out of the club; the last thing you need is for someone to reveal your location or try to hack into your network and ruin everything. You also keep a close eye on your boys, making sure they stay safe.

It’s past midnight by the time they come and find you. Hongjoong sits on your left, placing a hand on your thigh as he leans toward you and kisses your cheek. His lips linger a moment longer than necessary, and as he pulls back, he purrs, “You should be out there, dancing, having fun.”

“I am having fun,” you say, taking the champagne glass offered to you by Seonghwa.

Seonghwa sits on your right, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his side. “You would be having even more fun if you put down the holodeck.”

“But—”

Hongjoong takes it from you, throwing it haphazardly onto the cushion beside him. “Don’t argue.”

He leans forward again, this time lightly nibbling your earlobe with his teeth. You gasp, knuckles turning white as you tighten your grip on your glass out of instinct. Seonghwa watches the two of you with half-lidded eyes, his hand trailing down your side and slipping underneath the hem of your shirt to trace patterns over your flushed skin.

“It’s a night for celebration, doll,” he murmurs. “You have done your job. The only thing we need from you now is… well, you.” He squeezes your hip and you jump slightly. “The badges will be here in a little over an hour according to one of my sources. While not as long as I’d like, it gives us just enough time to have a celebration of our own.”

Your thighs clench in anticipation—you know exactly what he’s hinting at.

"Lead the way, then," you say, setting your half-empty glass down.

Seonghwa’s gaze meets Hongjoong’s over your head, an unspoken agreement passing between them. They stand up and pull you toward the dance floor, surrounding you, one at your front and one at your back. You sway between them to a slow, seductive rhythm, closing your eyes as you let yourself enjoy their attention.

Seonghwa’s hands rest on your waist, pulling you against him as he starts to move his hips in tandem with yours, grinding against you. Meanwhile, Hongjoong cups your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip. His eyes are dark and intense as he captures your mouth with his own in a searing kiss.

Seonghwa’s grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin as he watches Hongjoong devour you. He keeps one hand on your hip while the other snakes around to cup the back of Hongjoong’s neck, causing the younger to moan into your mouth at the touch. Now with a possessive grip on you both, Seonghwa gets to work nipping and marking the exposed skin of your shoulder.

The room seems to disappear around you as they continue to explore you, their mouths and hands feeling like they are everywhere at once. It's intoxicating, even more so than the champagne you were drinking earlier. You feel Seonghwa’s hand trail even lower, disappearing under your waistline, snapping the band of your underwear against your skin.

You gasp and Hongjoong laughs against you, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Let’s give them a good show, hm?”

You let the two of them drag you onto the stage, cheeks ablaze as you realize exactly what they’re planning. You’re hyper aware of the fact that you are being watched; even though most of the club-goers are lost in their own pleasure, the viewers that are steaming have nothing better to do than keep their eyes locked on you.

Seonghwa clicks his tongue, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. “Look at our girl, acting so shy.” His fingers find your heart necklace, tugging at it just hard enough to make you gasp. “As if wearing this doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want to you, whenever and wherever we want.”

Hongjoong takes a switchblade out of his pocket, flipping it open with a maniacal grin on his face. He uses it to cut away your clothes, exposing your body for everyone to see. Your knees shake and whether it is out of anxiety or anticipation, you can’t tell.

He traces the tip of it against your skin, the cold metal leaving goosebumps in its wake. “We know you love it, precious,” he says. “Don’t you want everyone to see how good we make you feel? Think of all the viewers out there that will feel oh-so-scandalized but still won’t be able to look away. Not to mention all the greedy whores who will be getting themselves off to us, wishing they were in our places.”

Seonghwa pulls you against him just like he did on the dance floor, once again letting his fingers tease his way down your stomach. But this time, he lets them travel even lower, dipping into your folds.

“Look how wet you are just from this,” he remarks, bringing his fingers back up and spreading them so you can see the evidence of your own desire. He then extends them to Hongjoong who greedily laps at them, sucking them clean.

You whine, trying to keep your legs closed from embarrassment, knowing anyone below the stage can look right up at you and see exactly how aroused you are. But Seonghwa won’t let you, shoving his knee between your thighs. Almost instinctively, you grind down on it, letting another pathetic sound slip past your lips.

Hongjoong’s eyes glint with wicked delight at your reaction, his own hands reaching out to cup your breasts. “Someone’s eager,” he teases, tweaking a nipple between two fingers.

You hear a few wolf whistles from the crowd, a few lewd comments being thrown your way, but they only make you more excited.

“I…” You’re panting heavily, making it hard for you to speak. You have to take a deep breath before trying again. “I want you. Please.”

“Anything for you, doll,” Seonghwa coos, returning his attention to your core. He pushes in one finger all the way to his knuckle with no warning and, if it weren’t for his hold on you, your legs would have buckled.

“Fuck.” The curse slips from your lips, half whimper, half moan, as he continues pumping his finger inside your wet heat.

Hongjoong lowers his head, taking one of your nipples in his mouth as he pinches and tugs at the other. You grip his shoulders for purchase as your head lolls back to rest on Seonghwa’s chest, whining at the onslaught of sensation. The feeling of Seonghwa inside of you while Hongjoong lavishes his attention on your breasts is unlike anything you have ever felt.

As Seonghwa adds another finger, Hongjoong’s lips mark a path from your breasts, to your stomach, and then lower as he sinks to his knees in front of you. He grabs your thighs, fingers digging into your skin, just as his tongue finds your clit. His tongue draws figure eights around it as Seonghwa continues to pump his fingers relentlessly inside of you.

“T-too much…” you gasp. But neither of them slow down—if anything, feeling how close you are makes them double down on their efforts. Hongjoong sucks your clit into his mouth at the same time Seonghwa adds a third finger, curling them inside of you.

Seonghwa kisses the back of your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs.

That small bit of praise is all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge, eyes rolling back as your body goes taut with pleasure. Hongjoong eagerly laps up your release, only prolonging your orgasm. Seonghwa gently removes his fingers from you and you hear rather than see when he brings them to his mouth, tasting yourself on his skin.

Hongjoong pulls back, licking his lips to clean them of your release before his trademark smirk returns. “I think it’s time for you to return the favor, precious. Don’t you think, Hwa?”

Seonghwa trails a hand down your spine, humming. “I don’t know if she can handle it.”

“I can,” you gasp, eager to please them just as they did you. “I can, I promise. Anything you want.”

You almost jump from surprise as some spectators in the crowd start yelling their vulgar suggestions as to how exactly they think you should please your partners. You’re sure if you looked at your holodeck, the live chat would be filled with similar comments as well.

Hongjoong laughs, grabbing your face in his hand. “Don’t worry about them. You can have us however you like.”

Blushing, you say, “You choose.”

His eyes light up and he immediately looks behind you to Seonghwa. Just like earlier, some sort of silent communication passes between them, and then you feel Seonghwa’s hand on the small of your back, urging you to bend over.

“Why don’t you show our Joong what that pretty mouth of yours can do while I fill you up, hm?”

You barely have enough time to nod your agreement before Hongjoong is unbuckling his belt and freeing himself of his constraints. You nearly salivate at the sight of his cock, red and wanting. He grabs your hair and pulls, tugging you forward as much as he can with Seonghwa’s bruising grip on your waist keeping you in place. Tears prick at your eyes but it’s as pleasurable as it is painful, and you take him into your mouth eagerly.

The head of Seonghwa’s cock teases your folds before he finally pushes forward into you. He starts moving at a slow, torturous pace, pulling out of you before slamming right back in. Each thrust propels you forward, forcing you to take Hongjoong deeper into your mouth. You feel so full, so used. It’s incredible.

“Look at her,” Hongjoong coos, staring down at you. “Look at how well she takes us.”

Seonghwa just groans, grinding into you so deeply that you have to choke back a moan around Hongjoong’s cock. He’s gotten quieter, his thrusts sloppier, a telltale sign that he is losing himself in his own pleasure. Meanwhile, Hongjoong’s grip tightens around your hair, guiding your head back and forth on his length. Each thrust cuts off your air supply, making you see stars.

Seonghwa’s hand snakes around to your front, fingers finding your swollen clit. You moan again, and Hongjoong echoes you as the vibrations travel up his cock.

“Shit,” he curses. “So fucking good.”

Seonghwa’s thrusts grow increasingly erratic and you hear his breath hitch; instinctively, you clench around him, and he spills into you. His release sends you spiraling into your second orgasm of the night, walls fluttering around him as you milk his cock of every drop.

Hongjoong pulls out of your mouth not long after, squeezing the base of his shaft to prevent himself from following the two of you over the edge. The second Seonghwa steps away from you, he is taking his place, forcing himself inside of you before any of the elder’s cum can drip out.

“Hongjoong,” you gasp, nearly falling forward from the force of his thrusts. Seonghwa maneuvers himself so that he can support you, holding you in his arms as Hongjoong pounds into you with bruising force.

“Gonna fill you just like Hwa did,” he growls. “Make you mine. Ours. You’re ours.”

“Can’t… can’t…” Words escape you, your mind going blank.

“Yes, you can,” Seonghwa says, stroking your hair. “You can take it. You can come for us one more time.”

His voice is comforting, but you also hear the command in his tone. You choke out a sob, nodding weakly as Hongjoong guides your hips back against him again and again. You can feel another orgasm coming on already, the coil tightening in your stomach. Seonghwa continues to murmur words of praise, stopping only to pepper kisses along your heated skin.

The coil snaps and you cry out as you come undone, Hongjoong’s cock still buried deep inside of you. His hips stutter and he curses, his warm release mixing with Seonghwa’s. He slowly pulls out and you can feel as some of their cum trickle down your thighs. You collapse against Seonghwa completely, no longer able to stand on your own two legs.

You feel light-headed and blood pounds in your ears, muffling the cheers you assume are coming from the crowd. You’re too far gone to be embarrassed, and a lazy smile tugs at your lips—the three of you surely gave them the show of a lifetime.

Suddenly, you feel heat lick at your skin, and you snap back into yourself fully, cringing away from it. Your eyes focus, and you see Hongjoong flicking a lighter open and closed, open and closed.

“There’s our girl,” he remarks. He brings the lighter to your skin again, just close enough for you to feel the heat of it without it burning you. “I think we were a bit rough with you, precious. You were totally out of it, shivering and everything.”

Seonghwa is behind you again, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. You press further against him, squirming as the heat tickles your skin.

“Back with us?” Seonghwa asks.

You nod. “Yes, yes, I’m fine.”

“Okay. Hongjoong—enough.”

Hongjoong stops immediately, flipping the lighter closed with a tsk. “Fine. It’s gonna get hotter in a minute anyway.”

Now that you’re focused, you finally hear the shouting and crashing coming from below. The very people who were just watching you on stage are now rioting, destroying the warehouse and everything in it. The cameras, the bar, all of your hard work—now there is just destruction, everywhere you look.

You shoot up, hurriedly dressing yourself so that you are no longer the only one naked as panic begins to take hold. “What’s going on? Seonghwa, Hongjoong, we need to—”

You waver on your feet, nearly tripping. Luckily, Seonghwa catches you. “Calm down, it’s okay,” he says, hushing you. “This is all part of the plan.”

Hongjoong gestures to the crowd, pointing out some things you missed. “See how some of them are drenching the place with gasoline? We’re gonna light it up.”

Maybe you’re still delirious from your multiple orgasms, but you are having trouble understanding what the two of them mean. “Why? I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

“This was all a distraction,” Seonghwa explains. “The club, the livestream, us putting on a show. We did it so that all eyes would be on us, and all the badges would be wasting their resources trying to find our location.”

You nod slowly as the pieces begin to come together. “So, while I was setting all of this up…”

“We were out there. Planting bombs at some of the biggest tech headquarters in the city.” Hongjoong smiles, spreading his arms wide. “Our coup de grâce, just like we’ve been saying.”

Despite all of your suspicions, this is something you never would have been able to guess. Before you can even begin to truly comprehend the magnitude of what they’ve done, sirens pierce the air. Everyone screams and begins to run out of the warehouse. Seonghwa grabs your hand, and nods to Hongjoong. “Now!”

Hongjoong throws his lighter to the ground below and flames erupt instantly, devouring everything in sight. Luckily, most of the crowd has already escaped, and you feel confident no one should get caught in the aftermath. Still, it’s pandemonium, and smoke fills your lungs as Seonghwa pulls you closer, shielding you with his body as he hurries toward the nearest exit.

Hongjoong follows after you, but lags behind as he keeps looking over his shoulder at the fire with a sadistic grin on his face. “That’s how we do it,” he yells, voice barely audible over the blaze.

“Get yourself together,” Seonghwa barks. “We need to get out of here before the cops realize what’s going on and find us.”

Suddenly, Hongjoong trips, his foot catching on some loose debris. Seonghwa reacts instantly, yanking him back to his feet and throwing an arm around his waist. The three of you continue onward as the heat of the fire licks at your back. You crash through one of the exit doors, and stumble away into the night, disappearing into the sea of masked faces.

All across the nation, devices light up with the same headline: “City in Chaos as Blazing Inferno Distracts from Large-Scale Bombing of Tech Giants.”

“Nation-wide manhunt underway. Suspects Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa believed to be connected to an underground criminal group called The Black Pirates…”

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abby-grace · 4 months

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woosan x pup!reader 2

you got a little too handsy at dinner in front of the other boys, so obviously your owners have to teach you a lesson.

18+ MDNI, I have been blocking blogs like every two hours for interacting and being blank like GO AWAY..

thank you so much @abby-grace, @v-lvs-yungi, @wooyoungmybelovedhusband, and @kitten4sannie for being so kind:)

warnings under the cut but beware this is a f i l t h y one:)))

warnings: hard (and also super soft) doms woosan with a dash of switch-ish!woo, fully sub afab puppy reader, brief moments of restraint but reader loves that shit, reader humps san's foot,,,,,, degradation but also a lot of sweetness i promise, reader is called baby/pup/etc, i think the word daddy is mentioned twice lmao, everything is super consensual and all parties involved are obsessed with each other tbh, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (bad idea), creampie(s? 😇) lastly mafiateez is gently implied in the epilouge

it had taken barely two minutes from the second the three of you walked into the apartment for you to end up on your knees, straddling san's boot in only your panties and collar.

"n-no," you cry out as you suddenly felt the plush lining of wooyoung's favorite leather handcuffs slip around your left wrist.

"shut up and take what you're given, spoiled pup," wooyoung hisses as he tightens the cuff on your right wrist, and you feel the arch in your spine deepen with your arms behind your back. your hips still momentarily until you feel a sharp yank on the leash clipped to your collar. you quickly look up at san with tears welling in your eyes. "i don't remember telling you to stop," he says, one eyebrow cocked. "'m sorry daddy," you whimper. you resume your humping across the top of san's smooth leather boot, your slick beginning to soak through your panties. "making a goddamn mess," you hear wooyoung mutter behind you, though there's no mistaking the affection in his tone. "should make you lick it clean like the puppy you are," wooyoung breathes into your ear. you gasp and your hips twitch at the humiliating suggestion, your head dropping as you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure.

san tsks in disapproval and lets go of your leash to scoop the back of your head in his wide palm, fingers stroking through your hair before his grip suddenly tightens, forcing you to look up at him. "let me see this pretty face," he says lowly, biting his lip while he palms himself through his pants with his other hand. you know you already look ruined, eyes wet with unshed tears of pleasure, blush covering your cheeks from the way they're handling you like a doll. "does that feel good, little one?" san croons, and when you try to nod, you realize you barely can from san's still-tight fingers tangled in your hair. suddenly you feel yourself getting lifted up and deposited on san's lap. since your wrists are handcuffed behind you, you end up with your chest pressed against san's, your tongue immediately darting out to lick the junction between his neck and shoulder.

"sorry, can't wait any longer," wooyoung said, hand immediately sliding down the back of your panties to press against your wet hole. "ah–!" you startle from his two fingers insistently pushing against your sensitive folds. "take it, baby, you know you can," wooyoung says as he smiles against the back of your shoulder.

"wooyoung, hold her up for one second," san grunted from underneath you. wooyoung squeezed his other arm between you and san to sit you up, fingers sliding wetly into you as the angle becomes perfect. you let out an airy, high-pitched sigh as you melt from the pleasure of your owner's fingers inside you.

"god, baby, you're so sexy," san groans from under you. he sees the hunger in your eyes as he hastily unbuttons his shirt. "you know i'd be tearing this off if it wasn't a present from you, darling," he pants. "i want to feel you too."

"pay attention to me," wooyoung whines from behind you, thrusting his fingers deeper into you. "am i making you feel good, puppy? i wanna know."

you keen from the practiced way he brushes through all of your favorite spots inside you. "y-yes, youngie, making me feel s-so good," you whimper. wooyoung moans and grinds his cock against your ass. san, with his shirt shrugged off, sits up and reaches behind you to release the handcuffs and they fall to the ground. you instinctively move your hands to his chest as he desperately presses his mouth against yours, licking insistently against your lips. he moans when you open your mouth for him and let his tongue glide against yours.

with an irritated sound, wooyoung pulls his fingers out from inside you and wraps one arm around your waist to yank you off san, the other arm catching under your knees as you slide backwards with your eyes wide in surprise. "sannie's being selfish," he explains with a pout. "i'm gonna eat your sweet pussy til you make a mess on my face, and then i'm going to fuck you first so sannie can fuck my cum back into you." wooyoung lifts you and strides to the bedroom with you in his arms. he unceremoniously drops you on the bed, your legs automatically spreading around his waist as he leans over you.

"love you, youngie," you whisper as he studies your flushed face. he smiles gently and kisses you softly. wooyoung enjoys plundering your mouth from time to time, but he loves kissing you romantically, caringly. because you deserve to be loved like that, even if he's roughly opening you up on his fingers or pounding into you, or any of the other of his fast and hard ways of handling your body, not from a desire to be rough necessarily but a desperation to make you feel good and to feel good too, in that order. so when you feel his hard length press against you, you moan and spread your legs wide to take him in you the way you like. he laughs gently against your mouth. "eager little pup," he says lovingly. "i'll give you what you want. but I promised to eat your cunt first."

wooyoung slides down your body to face your wet panties right as san closes the bedroom door behind him and lays down next to you in his boxers. san presses a kiss against your cheek and smirks at the way wooyoung is nosing against your slit through your underwear, panting in anticipation. "look who's the dog now, woo," san provokes. wooyoung can't find it in him to come up with a sarcastic answer, too busy nearly tearing your panties off your body and immediately putting his mouth on your wet clit. you moan from the hot muscle dancing across your clit while he gently sucks it between his lips. "god, youngie, just like that–!" you shriek, already feeling like you're about to teeter off the edge.

"sensitive girl," san smiles. he wonders if he should stop you as your hands shoot to grab wooyoung's hair between your legs, but the way your face is scrunched up with pleasure is too delicious, and he feels his cock leak another drop of precum. wooyoung moans at his hair being pulled and he begins to slurp at you in earnest when he realizes you're already close. wooyoung loves to worship your cute, puffy clit with his mouth, shuddering at the feeling of you throbbing against his tongue, getting more and more swollen. "yes– yes, you're gonna make me cum," you squeal as you writhe against his mouth. wooyoung whines and groans as he licks between your pussy lips and kisses your clit, like he can feel the hot pleasure soaring through you too.

"ohhh, yes, baby," san moans and he shoves his boxers down and grabs your right hand out of wooyoung's hair and squeezes it around his hard cock. "don't you wanna feel me too, feel how hard i am when i see you cum?" san pants against your shoulder. you moan deeply, arousal spiking again as you feel his hot thickness and velvet skin in your hand.

wooyoung growls and sucks harshly in pulses until your back is arching sharply and your folds pulse rhythmically against his mouth. "good girl," san breathes as he tightens his hand over yours on his cock and makes you jerk him off slowly.

"move, sannie!" wooyoung complains again as he wipes his face off against the inside of your thigh and spreads you open with his hands on the back of your knees. san rolls his eyes and lightly bites your ear. you whine at him moving over to let wooyoung drape his body over you. "you'll have your turn with him, slutty pup," wooyoung scolds. "as much as i like sharing you with him, i want you to focus on me now."

you have no choice but to follow his demand as he guides his dripping cock inside you and bottoms out with a harsh thrust. you squeal but it's cut off when wooyoung slips two fingers between your neck and your collar to pull hard.

"oh my god, baby," wooyoung pants, eyebrows drawn together from pleasure. "you feel so damn good..." his cock swells as he drives into your searing, wet pussy over and over again. dizzy with the way he's thrusting so deep inside you and the collar tight around your neck, it doesn't take much longer for you to feel yourself getting close.

"gonna cum already?" wooyoung smirks. "i can feel you clenching on me..." he pants and presses his mouth against yours, then leans down and lets go of your collar to kiss down your neck and bring your own hand down to your clit. you slide your fingers down to feel where wooyoung is entering you and he hisses from the pleasure. you gasp as you realize you're going to squirt all over him. suddenly, san grabs your wrist and sucks your fingers into his mouth from behind wooyoung. "delicious," he murmurs. "but i haven't given you permission to cum."

you watch wide-eyed as his other hand wraps around wooyoung's neck, pulling him back from you and stilling his hips. wooyoung lets out a little whine and san laughs. "keep fucking her, woo..."

wooyoung grunts and bucks into you, jerking you up the bed a little. your fingers claw into the sheets next to you, looking up teary-eyed at your two lovers. "is he fucking you good, puppy? you know wooyo likes hearing you say it."

"yes, daddy... s-so good," you mewl as wooyoung fucks you harder and harder with sweet noises escaping his mouth and his eyelids heavy. with the way san is groping him and squeezing his neck, wooyoung knows he's about to fill you up. "you're making him feel good too, puppy," san breathes and you see him grip wooyoung's hip to drive into you even more roughly. "oh, fuck, i'm gonna cum," wooyoung moans. "acting all tough, but as soon as you get in our puppy's tight pussy you're the one who's whimpering," san says lowly into wooyoung's ear, but loudly enough for you to hear him. you can feel wooyoung's cock get impossibly harder in you and you moan in anticipation. "like a bitch in heat," san hisses, letting go of wooyoung and shoving him back over you, the final literal push wooyoung needs to spill inside you.

"ah–!" wooyoung lets out a high-pitched moan and gathers you in his arms, squeezing you tight as he milks out his seemingly endless orgasm inside your pussy. you shudder in his embrace, feeling like even a single touch to your clit can send you into your own orgasm. "god, i love you," wooyoung moans into your hair, his dick still pulsing wetly in you. when his hips finally still, he pulls out slowly and kisses you gently on the lips. you collapse against the bed but look up at san with teary, hopeful eyes.

"can you take me, puppy?" san murmurs to you. "it's ok if–" you cut him off by sitting up and biting his bottom lip. he yelps and grabs your upper arms, shoving you back down. the look in san's eyes makes you shiver gleefully. "i see," san says flatly. "you asked for it."

san leans over you and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder so he can press his thick cock against your heat. he grips your waist harshly and plunges into you, pounding at a merciless pace. your eyes roll back into your head when he brings one hand down to stroke your clit. "i was gonna fuck you nice and sweetly since you've been good for us," he says. "but you wanna act up too, so you're going to take it just like this."

you writhe, caged in san's arms and completely impaled on his cock. "please! please, i'm going to cum–!" you shriek at the rough pace.

"that's right, cum on daddy's cock," san groans as he flicks your clit even harder. "squeeze me tight so i can fill you up too."

white fills your vision. you feel your clit convulsing and sending shockwaves into your pussy, and throughout your whole body. "fuck, milk my cock, puppy," san moans desperately. he's convinced that all he needs in life are your wet, tight walls spasming around him. his abs tighten and he thrusts into you one final time before his cock jumps and throbs too, filling you with even more cum. you claw at him in pleasure, causing him to groan and spurt even more cum into you.

san slowly pulls out of you and collapses on the bed next to you. "oof!" a muffled sound comes out from underneath him and san realizes he's landed completely on top of his other lover. he rolls off sheepishly and kisses the pout on wooyoung's lips. "hush, my brain is fucking melted from how good that was," san sighs. you giggle and scoot next to wooyoung, who immediately pulls you into his arms. "love you, baby," wooyoung says as he kisses your hair. even after all this time, the words still make you blush.

"i love you too, wooyoung," you smile back at him, your lashes still wet and your skin beginning to bloom with love bites. san's head pops up from behind wooyoung expectantly. "and obviously you, sannie!" he smiles and plops back down.

"just making sure!"

epilouge:

"...so are we getting on league later?"

"woo, we literally have a heist at 4AM."

"fuck, i'm gonna be tired..."

san rolls his eyes. "you don't think it was worth it?"

"it abso-fucking-lutely was, sannie."

#yes my mochi <3

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abby-grace · 4 months

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me rn after reading this