“no, no, no. joshua got to play with you as much as he wanted. i’m not done with you yet.”
“she’s sensitive, wonwoo.”
“i can see that,” he snaps. “i was there for all of that too, remember?”
joshua shrugs and leans back against the wall. “was kind of focused on making my girlfriend cum at the time, sorry.”
wonwoo glares even harder at joshua— something you miss entirely because you’re too busy writhing around on the mattress.
“stay still,” he mutters to you, using one of his hands to hold you down while the other continues to finger you.
“i c-can’t cum again,” you whine.
“you can,” wonwoo assures you. “you’re going to cum on my fingers again and then you’re going to cum on my cock. just like you did for joshua.”
you groan. “it’s not a competition.”
“yes it is,” both of them argue.
you can’t even try to reason with them because at that very moment your body locks up and you cum all over wonwoo’s hand with a cry of his name.
wonwoo smirks up at joshua as he eases his fingers out of you and sucks them clean. “and it looks like i’m gonna win.”