Better Things

Alarms blared in your head. Fires deep in your gut were being put out by spiritual little firemen. You’d been waiting all day for this; it was now or never.

“Hey, uh… are you… doing anything tonight?”

Yuna and Wonyoung looked back at you, puzzled. They had just packed up and on their way out, ready to clock out on the dot.

“I’m going out for a friend’s birthday party,” Yuna replied.

“Me? I’m just gonna do some groceries. Didn’t get to do it last weekend,” Wonyoung replied.

“Oh,” you remarked. “Can I join you?”

You paused, the three of you staring at each other awkwardly.

“To the birthday party?,” Yuna smirked.

“No! No, the uhh… grocery…?” you fumbled, hesitant.

The pair looked at each other, and erupted in laughter.

The first day back after your very eventful weekend was going much slower than expected. Save for the now conspicuous seating arrangement – you within the sightline of both Yuna and Wonyoung, sat at the center on one side with the both of them on opposite ends opposite you – and the met gazes and heart-melting smiles, work was practically same as normal. In hindsight, to have assumed – or perhaps, fantasized – they’d tease you incessantly today unnecessarily tensed you up. But such circumstances never came, for reasons you couldn’t surmise – at least, until this moment.

“Babe, calm down!,” Wonyoung reassured. “You look like you’re about to pass out.” She pulled your chin towards her and kissed you on the cheek, and the spot burned hotter than any fire in your gut.

“Sorry. I just didn’t wanna make things awkward, or something. I dunno.” Did you feel tears well up in your eyes? Maybe; you were too distracted by Wonyoung and Yuna’s faces right next to yours to enote.

Yuna cupped your face in her hands. “Aww, are you clingy?”

“What? No,” you lied, “not as much as you’re teasing me for.”

Yuna pecked you on the lips with a toothy grin. “I know. Stop worrying.”

You smiled, then chuckled as the whole weight of your anxiety fell from your insides, and the two laughed with you.

You calmly looked around if anyone was passing by, and when the coast was clear you pulled them both into your arms and returned their affections – you kissed Wonyoung, while Yuna smooched your cheek, then you pulled Yuna in, Wonyoung peppering your cheek next.

When you all caught your breaths, you sighed out a single, yearning “ fuck,” and the pair laughed heartily as you shut the lights in your office and headed out.

“Helping with groceries is hardly a date,” Wonyoung scoffed as you walked out of the office building.

“Hey, it’s boyfriend errands,” Yuna suggested, looking at you. “ I think it’s a date.”

“We can get ice cream after,” you offered, “my treat.”

“See, a date,” Yuna snapped on behalf of a more satisfied Wonyoung. You both glanced at her, waiting for her approval; a grinned roll of the eyes was all you needed to see.

“Aww, I’m so excited for you and it’s making me jealous,” Yuna taunted.

“Then go out with him tomorrow,” Wonyoung scoffed. “You’re free tomorrow for Yuna, right, baby?”

You gulped aloud. “Y-yeah,” you mumbled, “just need to think of something to do.”

“Why do you sound so awkward?,” Wonyoung scoffed, poking your side. “Loosen up.”

You crossed your arms. “You make it sound like last weekend was nothing.”

“Wittle boy throwin’ a tantrum?,” she teased again.

“No! It’s more that you’re both so…,” you fumbled about with your hands. “ casual.”

“Well, we ended our conversation with you committing to date us,” Yuna reassured. “And you are. So it’s alright! We just love teasing you. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” Wonyoung nodded in agreement. You felt your cheeks flush as they hid in your shoulders.

Man, were you whipped for the both of them. More than the teasing scratching a specific itch (or kink?), you still couldn’t keep your eyes off them, smiles warmly greeting yet chillingly comforting. And gaze you did, the mere fixation on their eyes, their lips, the subtle curves and even subtler peeks of skin in their unusually casual sweaters-and-sweatpants outfits of the day, their everything – it all brought to mind the before-and-after of their smiles first in the afternoon light and then coated in your manifest profession of infatuation.

“I’ll go ahead now, still gotta get dressed,” Yuna reached in for one last kiss, a bit more cautiously now out in public. “See ya!”

As she subtly skipped away, you and Wonyoung looked at each other.

“You know, it’s weird she’s the older one,” you commented.

“Tell me about it,” Wonyoung groaned. “It felt like a princess was moving in last night.”

“And you aren’t?,” you teased, bumping her shoulder. She slapped your arm before snaking her hand in between.

“C’mon. You’ve got boyfriend duties to fulfill.”

How lucky you were, you sighed, and the hesitation left with your breath.

Wonyoung never came across as the “act now, think at the same time” kind of person. Yet every aisle she seemingly aimlessly dragged you to in the supermarket suggested she had no idea where things were. Granted, it was clear that she knew what she needed, even without any list prepared anywhere, and weaved through each shelf without a moment wasted.

“Is it really acting first if you think about how to do it first?,” she retorted to your aforementioned comment. “At least I’m not spontaneous. I plan just enough.”

You gestured at the improvised section of the cart. “Around half this basket and just as much ‘oh yeah’s beg to differ.”

“Shut up,” Wonyoung laughed, “I also took twice as long as usual. Now whose fault is that?”

You felt your ears burn shyly all the way until you reached the cashier. Quiet as you stood, Wonyoung leaned into your chest and rested her head on it. “Thanks for coming with me, babe. You made this fun.”

You sighed heavily. “You two are going to kill me every time you call me that.”

She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around your neck. “Then what’s gonna happen if I do this and call you ‘baby boy’ in public, hm?”

You looked at both ends of the empty aisle, out of sight from the old lady punching away at her screen, and pulled her entire body in for a kiss. You locked lips for full seconds, heaving as you dove in deep, even grabbing a handful of her ass. And then, without warning, you let go of her in the next breath. She looked at you with a mischievous, slightly annoyed smile.

“You asked,” you taunted.

“Oho, just you wait until I have my hands all over you, you naughty boy,” she smirked, eyebrows furrowed and eyes beady.

At the register, you helped her pack things into an eco-bag (which, of course, she did have ready). Looking left and right to an otherwise empty lane, you made a quick grope of Wonyoung’s ass once more, this time with your hand inside a back pocket. You heard her barely subdue a moan, prompting an extra loud slap of your back.

“Ow!,” you yelped. “ Babe!”

By the time the words left your mouth in shock, you felt a pang of shame overcome you. Did you just call her that? Wonyoung seemed to notice, her scowl replaced by wide eyes and a raised eyebrow. Did you just call me that?, she said silently. The cashier handing back her card cut your nonverbal conversation short.

“Forget the coffee,” she whispered into your ear, pulling you down by the bunched up collar of your shirt. “You are so dead tonight,”

You barely managed to throw the frozen goods in the freezer before Wonyoung lunged at you. Her hands were magnetized to your chest, returning to their place after every lift and throw of your clothes.

“Did you miss me that much?,” you teased.

“Of course I did, babe,” Wonyoung chuckled, kissing your face over and over again on her tiptoes.

You bumped into chairs and tables, tossing cloth after cloth off your bodies and onto the floor, until you towered over her on the couch, kissing her soft face in reply.

“This is different,” you chuckled.

“Because I’m not on top?”

“Yep.”

“Do you want me to, baby boy?,” she ran her hands through your hair, fingers primed to grab you fully.

You responded by holding her face with your hand, swiping your thumb across her plump cheek. “I want what you want, l–” you hesitated. “ Love.”

Wonyoung visibly shrank at the pet name, eyes twinkling as they hid behind grinning cheeks. “Damn it, you’re making me feel soft.” She pulled you in for more kisses, mouths all over each others’ faces. “God, you’re so cute.”

“All yours,” you mumbled into her mouth. “Sex?”

“Mmm…,” she thought aloud. “Sure.”

“Cool,” you grinned. “Man, that was easier than the first time.”

You sat up and pulled her with you, the both of you wrapping yourselves around each other on her faux leather couch. The lifting of sweaty limbs left traces all over its surface, squeaking as you ground into each other. Wonyoung’s wet folds pressed hard against the underside of your shaft, sandwiched between your hips, begging for connection.

“Need your cock,” she whispered, her wide grin audible from behind your ear. “Need it inside me.”

You ran a hand fondling her tits down to her clit, rubbing the swollen bud slowly with your thumb. Wonyoung’s shaky gasp was cut short with your tongue slithering into her mouth, now fully agape.

“Or I could… use my fingers as promised,” you whispered into her mouth. Wonyoung’s lips curled into a sly, expectant smile, pulling you back over her as she laid on the sofa. “Do your thing, baby boy.”

You slid your pointer and middle up both lips, warm and soft. You met them at the top, right at its stiff, damp bud, and Wonyoung moaned deeply.

“Fuck, you tease,” she groaned.

“Sorry,” you chuckled. “Need to get you a bit wetter.”

You groped her breasts, massaging with your knuckles gently. She moaned softly in your mouth stuck to hers once more, your tongue swirling even more frantically than her own.

You kissed lower and lower past her neck, taking one nub in one mouth and pinching the other between two fingers. And though you were much bigger, you laid down with your bare chest on her soft and dainty waist, to bring your other hand under her and grope her ass, this time sans all clothing.

Though you fixated on her face, every contortion and twitch, Wonyoung laid with eyes closed – and you found yourself wanting.

“Look at me, babe,” you whispered. Her eyes fluttered open as you kissed another trail from between her mounds to the very apex of her already bare stomach. You could see in the mist of her eyes she was begging for everything – your tongue, your cock, your loving – but did everything to keep still for your demonstration.

You made a few dragged-out licks of her bud, looking up at her hungrily, and she smiled as she looked down. With the scoop of nectar that you scraped off, you knew she was ready.

Without need for warning, she took your fingers in easily, both instantly coated in a squelchy film. You felt around in her folds, listening to the instincts kick in as you gently scratched at the roof of her core with your fingertips.

“O-ohh, fuck,” she gasped. “Y-you weren’t kidding about your fingers.”

Every pump of your fingers eked out a squeak from Wonyoung, each twist of your wrist sending ripples of arousal all over her.

She writhed about and bucked her hips into your fingers, trying to shove you deeper into her. You used your other hand to lock a leg down by the thigh; with both your hands busy, she groped her breasts, doing the same nipple pinching and massaging you did.

“Fuck, you're– mmmh,” she struggled. “How are you so good at this?!”

“Anything for you, baby,” you smiled, grunting with every thrust of your hand. You moved up and switched to your ring and middle fingers, gratuitously slamming your palm over her swollen lips.

You could see, feel each one rippling throughout her body, until her already tight abdomen trembled with her mounting climax. You sank your mouth down to meet hers, her kisses more frantic and distracted. Wonyoung continued to moan profanities right into your mouth, still hovering over her with a prideful smile on your face.

“Baby, watch,” you said, taking out your fingers. Before she could whine, you took all three fingers and licked them clean, even teasingly spreading them into a V-shape and licking the sticky strands between them.

“Fuck,” she whined. “Need you. Need you inside me. Please.”

“Aren’t you eager,” you remarked. “What if I wanna make you cum with my fingers, love?”

Wonyoung whined. “ Fuck, you– mmmh! Yes, I’m so close!”

You clapped into her core with full force, feeling your digits spray out little flecks of her squirt. She clawed at the edges of the sofa frantically, kicking her legs into the armrest.

“Don’t hold back,” you whispered. “Cum for me.”

Wonyoung’s whines climbed into whole-chested howls, and a few of those later she suddenly stretched stiff. Her legs stretched fully; her arms tensed. And your hand was trapped between her thighs, barely sizable enough to stop your hand from tickling inside her a little bit more. Unlike your tongue, there was no squirt to reward you – just the complete catastrophic collapse of her more prim and proper being.

“Ohh, fuhhh -ck,” she gritted behind teeth, breathing heavily. You held her in your arms in a now completely drenched sofa. She heaved into your chest with the slightest hint of moaning, which helped keep you hard; one twitch of your shaft and Wonyoung fluttered her eyes at you.

“You d-didn’t even fuck me,” she whined. “You’re unfair, baby boy.” She gingerly wrapped her fingers around the tip, massaging under the head, and you winced in pleasure.

“It’s yours, baby,” you moaned, now hunched over Wonyoung and her bare shoulder.

You’d barely gotten your tongue into Wonyoung’s mouth for round 2 when a fist banged on the front door.

“Wonyoung? You there?,” the raspy voice asked. You both jolted up and headed to the door, wearing your clothes in a rush.

“Who is this?,” Wonyoung asked, adjusting her shirt by the front door. You were still wearing your pants, and barely managed to button it before Wonyoung began undoing locks.

“Yuna, my throat hurts,” Yuna groaned. She opened the door and she fell into Wonyoung’s arms.

“Fuck, are you okay?,” Wonyoung asked. “Can you–”

“I got her, yeah,” you swept Yuna off her feet and carried her to the bathroom. In the white light you could see flecks of vomit on her mouth and the hem of her dress. Impressive as it was that it wasn’t more of a mess, the state of her throat suggests it had been a while since she had any proper hydration.

“Get some water,” you asked Wonyoung. “I’ll take care of her.”

As Wonyoung left, Yuna turned to you with strained eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I should be asking you that instead,” you rebutted. “How did you get here? Did you drink too fast?”

“Probably should have had more to eat,” she groaned again. “Head hurts.”

“That’s the alcohol.” Wonyoung stepped in, handing you a cup of water.

“Here. Slow sips. Don’t chug it like soju,” you joked, parting her hair draped over her sweaty face. You took some tissue and wiped the ends of her mouth, revealing an almost babydoll-like Yuna partly conscious in your arms. Her eyes were low, teeth peeking out of her half-open lips. Still, in this state, she looked beautiful and sharp.

“What happened to you? Are you hurt? How did you get home?,” Wonyoung asked rapidfire.

“Okay, let’s slow down a second,” you pressed. “Yuna?”

She coughed a bit. “Didn’t get to eat. Things got wild. A guy tried hitting on me. Didn’t believe I was taken.” The both of you smirked weakly at the last statement. “Then he grabbed me by the hips. Threw a bottle of water, ran out. Halfway home all the alcohol kicked in.”

“Oh, Yuna,” Wonyoung rubbed her back. “Maybe shower first, then we can settle down.”

“Aren’t you proud of me, babe?,” she looked at you with pouty eyebrows. “I don’t sleep with anyone but you.” Wonyoung covered her mouth to hold her laughter in; you avoided cringing visibly.

“Okay, Yuna,” you kissed her forehead. “Shower.”

“Can you help me?,” she pouted. Now Wonyoung didn’t even try to hold it in, laughing with gusto.

“Yuna,” you groaned, but she wasn’t hearing any of it – already halfway through getting out of her dress.

“Yuna,” you groaned harder, looking away with a naive innocence – which Wonyoung flicked the back of your head for.

“Who are you kidding, you’ve seen both of us naked already,” she rolled her eyes. She hopped off the counter and walked out. “You help her out first. I’ll make some soup.” She whispered in your ear. “We can continue later.” You smiled respectfully in reply, trying not to look too excited.

Bringing your attention back to Yuna, she sat on the floor in her bra and panties, plain black and a stark contrast to her clear white skin. The erection that would have formed upon marveling at her figure was subdued by your concern for her – and the potential headache of her catching you hard.

“Baaabe,” she whined, “my head hurts.”

“Then let’s try washing it out,” you reassured.

Whining the whole way into the bath, you breathed a sigh of relief when Yuna closed the curtains before tossing her underwear to you. “Leave it there,” she groaned. You joked by making a loud sniff, and a hand tried to pierce through the curtain. “Weirdo!”

“Ow! I was just kidding!”

She grunted. “Get me the shirt and shorts on the chair in my room, please?”

“Okay, love,” you let slip without hesitation. As you walked out, you could hear Yuna protest against her own infatuation.

“ Y– you– hey! Don’t– ugh!”

Wonyoung peered past the kitchen to look at the commotion. “Lemme guess: you called her–”

“Yep,” you smiled, giddy at your antics with a goofy smile. Wonyoung simply shook her head in approval. “Which is her room?”

“Room on the left, the one at the end is mine,” Wonyoung replied as you headed away.

You were surprised to find the room pretty unkempt, but bare, contrary the prior comment of Wonyoung: shelves of books, albums, and pictures, and, as advised, a chair on a lone desk with a laptop and some food, with clothes hung over the backrest.

You brought them back to Yuna in the shower, sitting quietly on the toilet seat. She showered in silence.

“Yuna?”

“Yeah?”

“Nothing. Thought you fell asleep.”

“In the shower?!”

“It’s happened to me.”

She peered out of the curtain, covering herself up with it. “You got that drunk? I thought you hadn’t drank vodka before last weekend.”

“That was before. And scotch is crazy too.”

“Huh,” she furrowed her brows.

Silence.

“Yuna.”

“Yeah?”

“You looked pretty in my arms,” you teased.

She blushed. “I– you–”

“Dry up already!,” you groaned, throwing the towel at her face. “Wony’s cooking you something.”

Yuna stepped out, indeed naked, water dripping from her petite form. You could see the water bead and roll down her body, along traces of well-cared muscles and the bumps of well-treated skin. Your smile gave way to an unimpeded agape mouth.

Yuna bent over and mocked you. “Not so chatty now, huh?”

You kissed her on the nose. “You get so flustered when I call you pretty. That’s my thing.”

“It’s weird, okay?,” she whined, wiping herself down in front of you. “I don’t usually get ‘pretty’. It’s either ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ or–”

While she continued her rationale, her leg was fully on your thigh, dripping water. You felt up her smooth shaven skin and kissed her shin gently, before pulling her down to straddle your lap. “Would you rather I be my usual timid self and not say anything?”

She smirked and leaned in. “ No.” She gave you a few brief, slow kisses, wet arms hung on your shoulders. She pulled your shirt, already wet with the water that seeped into it, and clawed her fingertips lightly across your back. You shivered from the temperature, with her feeling every ridge of your ribs and spine.

You responded by wrapping an arm across her back and up the back of her head, and another over her well-shapen ass. A whole hand barely fit its full berth, and she moaned into your mouth as you did.

Briefly you made out with each other, even pausing to take your clothes off. Yuna began to grind on you, her pussy slowly getting wetter and wetter with each thrust of her hips. You guided her with your hands, one pulling her in deeper, the other thrusting against you harder.

When Yuna started moaning a bit heavily, you pulled the same stunt with Wonyoung, dragging that hand to the front and rubbing her clit with your thumb. Yuna squealed aloud – perhaps a bit too loudly, because in a few seconds Wonyoung opened the door.

“Hey, this was my date, not yours,” she scoffed.

“Thought it wasn’t a date, huh?,” Yuna taunted.

Wonyoung rolled her eyes. “Eat your damn dinner, Yuna. You’ll have your turn tomorrow.”

Yuna rolled her eyes in reply and put on her clothes, nearly going off balance. Wonyoung raised an eyebrow at you, half-annoyed at your second round of antics, and you simply shrugged before closing the door on you.

You all met at the table, sitting down and sharing a pot of ramyeon. Yuna went on about the nightmare she went through earlier at the club. All the while, Wonyoung, who sat beside you, kept her hands busy, massaging your cock back to hardness. She wasn’t even trying so hard, and yet you struggled not to let your eyelids flutter. Meanwhile Yuna, not even aware of this, lifted your feet to rub her bare shins, even bringing them closer to the inside of her knees and thighs – a warmth slowly emanating at your toes.

While Yuna helped clean up as you and Wonyoung chatted at the table, she froze and turned to face you two. “…You fucked, didn’t you?”

“No,” Wonyoung lied.

“Yes,” you betrayed her. She slapped your shoulder. “ Ow! Okay, we didn’t. Technically I just fingered her.” She slapped you again.

“Hey!,” she pouted. “I– Y– I bet you were gonna fuck again when I fell asleep, weren’t you?”

“No,” you defended.

“Yes,” Wonyoung smirked, and you stared at her in confusion.

Yuna whined loudly. “How about me?!”

Wonyoung stood up and whispered something a minute long into her ear. Yuna’s eyebrows perked up, and she whispered something back at her. One brief exchange later, and they curtly shook each other’s hand. Without any explanation, they quietly switched places, Yuna pulling you by the wrist to the kitchen.

“What did you tell her?,” you called out to Wonyoung.

“Oh, nothing,” Wonyoung replied in singsong, “just how well you took care of me tonight.”

“Good job, babe,” Yuna teased, pinching your arm, and a rush of blood to your ears warmed up your cheeks.

“Oh, come on now, baby boy,” she remarked, catching your reaction and holding your head in her hands. “You’ve been so flustered since this morning.” She left a kiss on your cheek.

Wonyoung grasped your shoulders from behind, having finished washing up. “I think he just likes you, Yuna,” she teased, kissing your nape and forcing an arch of your back. “And he just wanted to give you equal attention today.”

“You’re so sweet!,” Yuna pouted, making out with you while Wonyoung continued to leave deep, wet kisses around your neck.

“I-it’s late,” you quivered. “I need to go home.”

“You don’t wanna make me feel good, baby?,” Yuna pouted, bottom lip stuck out and all.

That made you snap.

You grabbed Yuna by the shoulders and made out with her sloppily, lips pressed hard against hers that you could almost feel teeth bump against each other. Twist after twist, you slowly undid the clothes you made her wear just minutes ago – perfectly accessible to all her delicate parts, since she never wore her undergarments after her shower.

“The exact same treatment, baby,” Wonyoung cooed in your ear, pulling your pants down and moving to the front of you. Kneeling down between the kitchen counter and you, she kissed your tip, lifting your shaft with bare fingertips. “Don’t let me distract you,” she taunted.

As commanded, you guided Yuna up, her thighs pressed flat against the surface. She bent a leg up, fully exposing her pink folds under the bright white light. Cupping your hand over it, it was warm and hazy, like your brief exchange earlier lingered still.

You took your thumb and swept the entirety of her folds from down to up, allowing a film of her fluid to coat on your fingers, sticky and slick. Yuna hissed, but you met her lips before she could utter a word.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” you whispered, and Yuna pulled you by the back of your head into her. You propped yourself on one arm, Yuna still hanging onto you, while her other hand crept up your shirt to feel the ridges and bumps of your chest.

You stopped touching her core and, breaking free from her, you placed a strand of her release onto your tongue. Yuna smiled excitedly as you dove into her chest, pinching her nipples with your lips and placing kisses onto her abdomen. She gasped with every sharp movement, like a bundle of sticks slowly coming undone.

“Look at me,” you urged, licking your way down her clean-shaven groin and connecting your mouth with her clit. In one stroke, Yuna let out a chesty “anh!” that echoed across the tile; from below, you caught Wonyoung touching herself while she stroked your tip in her mouth with her tongue.

“Ready?,” you asked Yuna, who nodded while she propped herself up on the surface. With one hand on a leg and your two fingers by her core, you slid your middle and ring into her. It was easier to curl your fingers inside her, and with a few gentle drags Yuna’s arms trembled under her own weight.

“Oh shh–it, mmmh,” Yuna moaned in your ear.

“You like that, love?,” you moaned back, Wonyoung having taken you entirely into your mouth.

“Y-yes, fuck, you’re so hot when you– when you call me that,” Yuna replied, her fingers gripping the corners of the counter.

You slid your fingers in and out, slowly increasing pace and slowing when you felt her tighten up. She wriggled about, held only by your hand on her thigh, yet even that she tried to resist to no avail – not in rejection, but resisting the quickly rising urge to finish.

Wonyoung, too, made it hard for you to resist keeping up your more dominant facade. Each slow drag of her round lips grazed on the sides of your shaft, her mouth practically oozing out her desire to throat you then and there. But fairness demanded her patience; she just made you suffer for having to wait.

Thus your interplay of finishing too soon and finishing sooner played out as expected. Yuna squealed, even whispering your name in between nibbles of your earlobe and jaw. She stopped trying to hold back, instead rubbing her clit alongside your fingers. With a free arm, you gripped tightly on her ass, the whole handful a lot tougher to claw fully.

“Don’t hold back,” you repeated, “cum for me.”

“I’m s-s-so fucking close,” Yuna gasped. “Hah– harder, please–”

You jammed your fingers into her until your palm beat against Yuna’s plump pussy lips. Her squeals went silent for a brief second, her mouth fully agape and her head folded back.

“Cum for him, Yuna,” Wonyoung urged, finally deciding to take you into her mouth all the way to the back.

“F-fuck, Yuna! Cum for me!”

With one ear-splitting yelp, Yuna clamped her thighs around your hand, a heavy flow of liquid coating your fingers all the way to your knuckles. It was viscous and milky, which you witnessed more and more of clumped up along your digits as you pulled out of her. You took your time with that, watching Yuna twitch and writhe as you did.

Wonyoung, on the other hand, climbed up on the counter beside Yuna, now naked and legs spread and rattling containers of kitchenware. You licked your hand clean and, with your other, flicked Wonyoung’s clit aggressively. Swollen and wet already, you knew she just wanted one thing – to finish staring into your eyes. And without squealing, she heaved one deep grunt and she twitched and crunched her abdomen.

The both of them offered to you on the counter made your cock twitch. They stared at you, smiling as their chests rose and fell. You couldn’t even fathom what they uttered next, so engrossed at the sight of them.

“We want more, baby boy,” Wonyoung taunted.

“Use us,” Yuna cooed. “Give us your load.”

You guided them off the counter and onto the floor, knelt and expecting your full command.

“Don’t be shy now, babe,” Yuna giggled, pulling your hand on her head. You twirled her hair between your fingertips alongside Wonyoung’s, and pulled them towards each other.

“Typical male fantasy,” Wonyoung chuckled, before pulling Yuna’s chin into her mouth and making out with her. Your cock sprang to life watching their tongues roll and twist in and out of their mouths. You slowly slid your cock between them, tongues now caressing your length as you pumped in and out of them.

The two held their places, letting you and their tongues do all the work. You thrusted into them hard, until your balls slapped their cheeks and your thighs burned with strain. They gurgled and spat all over your shaft, cock wafting with the sting of drying spit and sweat. But none of you flinched – you kept your pace going, and they kept their arousal evident.

“ Gihh ihh to uhh,” Wonyoung smiled.

“ We wahh ihh ahhl,” Yuna invited, tongues now rubbing the underside of your cock. You kept pumping into their mouths, feeling your load well up in your shaft.

You pulled away and stroked, your hand pumping hard and slick with all their spit coating you. You watched them spit into their hands and slowly wrap their fingers around you, interlaced and tight.

“We love doing this, don’t we?,” Yuna remarked, stroking hard and replacing your hand. You fell back against a different counter, your hips thrusting into the air as they did. The pleasure was intense, and you felt yourself in an ironically familiar position, squirming around to resist how quick they were making you cum. Still they stroked, wanting you all over them.

You could feel one of them slow down, but the other kept pace. When one spat again, the other joined in, amassing a sizable glob on your tip and running your palms over your swollen and sensitive tip. They giggled gleefully as you yourself did while trembling.

“Come on, baby boy,” Wonyoung teased, “don’t you miss this?”

“We can take turns deepthroating you, baby boy,” Yuna challenged. “You’re definitely not gonna survive that.”

“God, I wanna fuck this cock so bad,” Wonyoung confessed. “I’ve been thinking about it since a while ago.”

“Me too,” Yuna sighed. “See what you do to us, baby? Make us think about your cock.”

“You need to repay us,” Wonyoung urged. “On our faces.”

“Give it to us,” Yuna moaned.

You moaned, they moaned, and you felt your orgasm spew all over them behind closed eyes and narrowed vision. Spurt after spurt, you emptied all from inside you, until your arms gave way and caused you to slip off the counter. You all sat on the floor, catching your breath, before Yuna stood and dragged you towards Wonyoung’s room.

“Please, baby,” Yuna begged. “Stay with us tonight.”

Wonyoung trailed behind. “Ya, my bed? Seriously?”

“It’s bigger!,” Yuna whined, and Wonyoung resigned with a smile.

“Wait,” Wonyoung groaned, right as Yuna looked kick the door open. “Can we maybe wash up? Especially baby boy over here. I don’t want these sheets smelling like sex and spunk so soon after I’ve replaced them.”

“Wash us up, baby?,” Yuna fluttered her eyes at you, and you obliged with no comment.

All together in a tight fit, your bodies slipped against each other. You let the water run down your skin, rubbing Wonyoung’s back, then Yuna’s. You held their hair in your hands as you planted kisses on their bare shoulders, as they did on you.

Having viewed their bare bodies only under dimmed lights until now, now you truly could appreciate them: their waists and abdomens, firmly toned yet cushioned by soft natural fat; their breasts, petite yet perky; and their faces, now almost bare, with two differently unique iterations of feminine perfection.

You made sure your every kiss, grab, and embrace let them feel that, from under the pouring water to the back-and-forth of wiping them down. And they allowed that affection to happen undisturbed – no touching, no feeling, just patient, muted movement of hands across your chest, your stomach, your hips, washing and wiping you down alongside them.

Everything felt familiar again: the hazy warmth that hovered above your bare skin, the cooling chill that snaked along your sinews, and the comfort of having the company of another – well, two of them. And you all sat in that moment, not quite silent, but calmer than the hormonal storm of earlier.

“Does this mean I’m staying over?,” you asked bashfully. Wonyoung held your hand. “Yes please.”

Compared to Yuna’s, Wonyoung’s room was more earnestly filled and yet even more neatly arranged. Picture frames, booklets and bound notebooks, even some little figurines.

“Tell me who’s the princess again?,” you looked back at Wonyoung, and she rolled her eyes at you. Yuna raised an eyebrow, but you dismissed it.

When you all laid down and tucked in, Yuna was the first to speak.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted your date, Wony,” she sighed.

“It’s okay,” Wonyoung shrugged. “We share, right?”

“And tomorrow, Wonyoung can interrupt our date so you’re even,” you joked.

“Oh, believe me, I would have without suggestion anyway,” Wonyoung chided, burying her face into your neck.

“Are you saying I can walk into you two doing it on the couch and join in?,” Yuna teased.

“Get the keys replicated first,” Wonyoung reminded. “Then you’re clear.

“Babe? Come with me tomorrow?,” Yuna asked.

“You really gonna keep doing the pretty eyes thing?”

“Yep,” she teased. “Even if I know you’ll say yes.” She placed a hand over your chest.

You let out a heavy sigh. “Okay.”

And for the moment, this one moment, everything was in its right place.

“Uh… you guys got clothes I can wear tomorrow?”

The pair kissed you at the same time.

“Steamers exist, babe,” Wonyoung reassured.

“And Wony will do it before you even wake up.”

You smiled. Now everything was in place.