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The costume ideas had started flowing in his brain the moment the bleach touched his hair.
From the Elle Woods to scream queen Chanel Oberlin, Wooyoung knew he had to rock the look of an iconic blonde for Halloween. In his bones, he felt there wasn't anything more suitable than going with the mean girl route. And nothing fit the role more than the mean girl herself, Regina George.
The outfit was easy to put together: a black leather skirt, a basic pink cardigan and a tank top with 'A Little Bit Dramatic' on it.
The blond hair he already had and he wasn't willing to put a wig on. The same applied to heels. Wooyoung had high hopes for Halloween night. Not exactly high, but with the disappointment in his dating life lately, he hadn't managed to find a guy to fulfil basic, low standards.
Taking advice from the movie Mean Girls itself, Wooyoung used Halloween every year to dress like a slut or more accurately, be a slut. It wasn't that he held back the rest of the year but on the last day of October he could at least somewhat justify his actions. No matter how needy or desperate of a lay he got annually that year, his friends weren't allowed to laugh at him or scold him.
That same plan was in motion this year, too. He was planning on finding someone, even moderately hot, he'd be drunk enough not to care at least, and let them have their way with him. He was betting on getting fucked but with his pent-up sexual frustration a good blow or hand job would do it. Hell, a good make out session would be good, too. The bar was as low as seeking out a good kisser. It was clear his cock was doing all the thinking, rationality long gone by now.
He tried not to think about the chances of a good hookup too much. He'd have a guy pressing against him, hopefully pulling his hair and, if he was lucky, he'd have a guy between his legs too. Needless to say, a wig and heels would only get in the way. He was already willing to put up with ruined makeup and smeared lipstick, the accessories would give him an unnecessary headache.
Music was blasting in his bathroom as he got ready. There was a tint of blush across his cheeks and pretty pink on his lips, making them glossy and appearing juicy enough that they begged to be kissed. Originally, he'd keep his eye makeup simple, a light eyeshadow on his lids and that would be it. How often did he dress up and did his makeup to go out though? Not enough. He took the opportunity and started doing eyeliner when his phone rang. The sound surprised him, smudging the ends of the line.
He cursed under his breath before picking up his phone. "Yes?"
"You sound annoyed," Yeosang's voice came through the other end of the call.
"I am annoyed, I just fucked up my eyeliner."
"I take it you're not done?"
He squirted makeup remover on some cotton and wiped the entire wing. "I will be done, as soon as I get this over with."
"How long will that be exactly?" Yeosang asked. "I'm not showing up to the party without you and looking lost like a puppy til you get there."
Wooyoung held his breath as he re-applied the eyeliner, not daring to speak.
"Are you listening?" Yeosang eventually spoke again.
"Yes, I'm listening," he said through gritted teeth, his focus still on the liner in his hands. He exhaled when he was done. "I'm not gonna stand you up, you can relax."
"Famous words, I wonder where I've heard the before," Yeosang retorted. "Oh, I know where! You've said them before! Every single time you were late."
"Now you're making things up."
"Are you lying to me or yourself?" Yeosang said.
Wooyoung booed. "Picture a tomato being thrown at you too."
"I'm serious. Don't be late."
"I'm serious too, I went grocery shopping yesterday." He put the cap back on the liner and checked himself in the mirror. "Now stop distracting me or I will be late on purpose."
"Fine. I'll hold you to it."
"Whatever. Bye bye." He ended the call and resumed to checking himself out.
Perfume, shoes and he was ready to go. He could've told Yeosang to calm him down, but that would be less fun. He lingered around his house some more to fuck with him, too.
He stopped by the living room to let his roommate know he was leaving.
"Hey, I'm heading out!" He announced.
Hongjoong looked up at him from where he was sitting on the couch, curled up with his boyfriend.
"You look good," Hongjoong complimented him. "What's the paper bag for?"
"Something stupid. And thank you." Wooyoung gave him a wink along with a smile. "You guys sure you don't wanna join? I'm sure I have some spare accessories you can borrow, nothing too much."
"No, we're good." Hongjoong turned to his boyfriend for confirmation who nodded in agreement.
"Come on!" He pressed. "Seonghwa?"
Seonghwa smiled at Hongjoong before replying. "I'm good right here."
"Disgusting," Wooyoung commented.
"Who knows, if you find a guy nice enough tonight, maybe you'll be joining our Halloween night in next year."
Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. "If I have somebody, I'll be outside partying with them. Not cooped up at home like a couple of chickens."
"Did he just call us chickens?" Seonghwa whispered.
"I think so."
"You think we're both chickens or one of us is a cock?"
Hongjoong laughed. "Well-"
As if knowing the joke he was about to make, Wooyoung interrupted him. "Anyway. I'm going now. Have fun doing whatever you plan on doing."
"You too!" Seonghwa yelled out
"Have fun!"
Wooyoung shut the door behind him.
A moment of silence and then:
"I think we're more like bunnies anyway."
Hongjoong laughed again and pulled him closer.
Pulling up to the party, Yeosang was nowhere to be found. He hadn't heard from him since they last spoke. Wooyoung waited outside. Yeosang didn't show up.
He sent him a text: if you're standing me up to teach me a lesson istg
His phone lit up almost instantly.
'im already inside'
Well, that was weird. For someone who stressed how bad he didn't want to walk in alone, he surely surprised Wooyoung.
He stepped in the club and tried spotting his friend in the dim lights. He was searching for a guy in green, matching the fairy wings in his back. When he caught sight of him, he wasn't alone. Yeosang was chatting with somebody, the face looked familiar to Wooyoung. He walked up to them and placed a hand on Yeosang's shoulder when he reached them.
"Hey," he greeted his friend first.
"Hi, you made it!" Yeosang beamed. "Wooyoung, this is Jongho. You may remember him, we've had a few classes together."
"Oh, right! I thought you looked familiar," Wooyoung said.
"Same here, nice to see you again," Jongho smiled.
"Likewise." Wooyoung turned to Yeosang. "How long have you been here? I know I wasn't late."
"You weren't, don't worry," Yeosang assured him. "I got here early, it didn't feel fair to bother you. Then I ran into Jongho while waiting outside, he suggested I wait for you here instead."
"That was nice of you, Jongho," he said. He glanced around the club. "How is it so far?"
"I've seen a few familiar faces here and there, nothing too interesting. You might have better luck," Yeosang replied. "What's with the bag?"
"Huh?" Wooyoung momentarily forgot he had the stupid bag with him. It felt funny at the moment, wanting to annoy Yeosang but now it just felt stupid. "Nothing, I brought your tomato."
"Tomato?" Jongho asked confused.
Yeosang rolled his eyes. "Ignore him, it's bullshit."
He got booed for the second time that day. "That is precisely why I brought it with."
"Ridiculous," Yeosang scoffed.
"Should I try casting my hook? Test the waters?"
"He means go boy-shopping," Yeosang explained.
"Thought so."
"You said it's boring?" Wooyoung asked.
Yeosang repeated, "I said you might have better luck."
Wooyoung gestured towards his body, showing off himself. "How do I look?"
Jongho and Yeosang started spitting compliment after compliment.
"Despicable."
"The queen of drama."
"I'd beg you to bully me."
"Meanest girl I've ever seen."
"Okay, okay." Wooyoung put a stop to it. "I'm going fishing, I'll see you boys later."
The two men waved him goodbye and Wooyoung got lost in the crowd.
He made a quick walk around the place, searching for potential contestants. One seemed too eager, another too full of himself. For some others, their costumes spoke for themselves. As desperate as he was, Wooyoung surely still was picky.
He dragged himself to the bar for a much necessary drink, fuelling before diving back into the crowd again.
He tapped his fingers against the counter as he impatiently waited for his cocktail. He sighed and took a step back, crashing onto something, or rather somebody. He turned around to apologise and was met with a figure taller than him, dressed all in black except for the mask covering every inch of his head. Ghostface. Talk about a Halloween wet dream.
Wooyoung gulped. "I didn't mean to step on you."
The stranger cocked his head to the side. "A little careless, aren't we?"
"Among other things," Wooyoung said. "Didn't think I'd be running into a serial killer."
"On Halloween? You should've known better," he remarked and something about his tone was making Wooyoung weak in the knees.
He batted his eyes at him. "Oh no, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface."
"I'll have to think about it…"
"Regina." Wooyoung played with his necklace, the 'R' dangling from it. "Regina George."
"Mean Girls?" Ghostface asked.
Chanel Oberlin. He should have dressed as Chanel Oberlin, he thought.
"Mhm," he nodded. Just then, the bartender interrupted and slid him his drink. "Oh, thanks," he breathed out and instantly took a sip.
Ghostface watched him as he wrapped his lips around the straw. Wooyoung drank some more, making direct eye contact with where he guessed his eyes would be.
"Do you dance with your victims, Mr. Ghostface? Before finishing them off?"
He leaned closer to Wooyoung. "If they're seductive enough. How could I say no?"
Wooyoung took a step closer. From where he was standing, he had to tilt his head to continue making 'eye contact' with the stranger. "And am I seductive enough?"
"What do you think?"
He slipped away from the bar and motioned towards the dance floor. "Shall we?"
"Do you want to finish your drink?"
There was still about half of it left but Wooyoung had no interest in it, not when he'd rather drink someone else up.
"I'd rather be sober if you're still up to finish me up later."
The innuendo didn't fly over the strangers head and Wooyoung could almost see it in the way he stood. He bet there was a smug smirk underneath the mask, suggestive and hidden away by the mask. And yet, he walked up to him like going after his prey, like he was going to finish Wooyoung right then and there.
In the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by sweaty, horny bodies, he was closer to Ghostface than he was before. They were so close they couldn't help but touch as they moved to the beat, their bodies pressed close. Wooyoung felt the heat going up and he wondered how much hotter it must feel to be under the mask.
A firm hand grabbed him by the waist, pulling him close. Wooyoung had no choice but to attach himself onto the stranger, the two of them now moving as one. They swayed and their hips rolled together, rubbing against each other. Wooyoung landed a hand on Ghostface's bicep who cupped his ass with his free hand. He took the liberty of raising his leg and Ghostface immediately took the hint, grabbing his thigh and putting his own thigh between Wooyoung's legs. His skirt hitched up, but he couldn't force himself to care. Everybody was probably too drunk to care anyway. His thigh pressed right against his cock and he threw his head back, getting lost in the sensation.
They kept moving like that, both of them seeming so into it that they blacked the rest of the people out. Wooyoung was practically riding this stranger's thigh. He kept chasing this hint of pleasure, thinking if that was all the action he got tonight it would still suffice.
Suddenly, somebody burst their bubble. Wooyoung was pulled away from the (presumably) hot stranger.
Flustered, he turned to look who interrupted them. It was Yeosang. What a cock-blocker.
"Sorry about that," he apologised. "I'm leaving, I thought you should know."
"What? Where are you going?"
"Jongho suggested we get out of here and, well… I really want to get out of here with him," said Yeosang. "Will you be okay?"
"Yeah, don't worry about me. Worst case scenario I crawl home disappointed and horny."
"Okay." Yeosang laughed. "By the way, your vegetable." He pushed the paper bag on Wooyoung.
He wanted to slap himself for bringing it with. "It's a fruit, idiot. Tomatoes are fruit."
"Whatever. I have to go," Yeosang rushed. "Sorry again!"
When he finally left, Wooyoung realised Ghostface was gone too. He was left all alone with a boner and a tomato in hand. Fucking perfect.
It would be far from unsafe to try getting his drink back and he didn't feel like ordering a new one. Wooyoung decided to test his luck one last time and if not he'd accept defeat and go home soon. Not instantly, though, he'd stop to get food or something first, he couldn't have Hongjoong and Seonghwa know what a bummer of a night it was, they'd never join him.
He was about to give up when he saw him. He moved fast but steady, not wanting to get weird looks from anybody.
Reaching Ghostface, he said "Wanna finish me up or should I finish you up?"
The man stood stiff for a second and then nodded. That was response enough for Wooyoung, who would be getting off whom would be a problem for later. He took Ghostface by his arm and they slipped through the crowd, hurriedly making it to the bathroom. He locked them inside a stall the moment they walked in.
"I need to pick up where we left off but first," Wooyoung demanded, "mask off. For now at least."
With slow movements, that killed Wooyoung, the stranger lifted his arm and took the mask off.
"Jesus," Wooyoung breathed out. What a face. He wasn't even drunk, that man was simply that attractive. Holy fuck.
"It's actually Mingi," Ghostface joked. Wooyoung wanted to drop to his knees.
He reached for the taller man and pulled him in by the neck, both hands around it as he smashed their lips together. Ghostface, Mingi, kissed back immediately. It was messy and greedy and everything Wooyoung needed. Mingi's hands were travelling all over his body like he didn't know where to touch him first before they settled on his middle, squeezing Wooyoung's soft skin under his tank top.
Wooyoung moaned inside Mingi's mouth as his hands kept travelling up his body. His back hit the wall and the collision elicited a sound from Wooyoung. Detaching himself from his lips, Mingi pulled away and hungrily started kissing down Wooyoung's jawline, the kisses turning into bites as he made his way down his neck. Moan after moan escaped from Wooyoung, hands in Mingi's hair until he curled his fingers and pulled Mingi off him by his hair.
He didn't even try to mask his desperation when he said, "I need you to touch me."
"Lift your skirt up for me, miss Regina."
He did as told, revealing the underwear he wore underneath. "It's Wooyoung, by the way."
"Well, Wooyoung, how attached are you to these panties?"
"Not at all."
"Good."
And then they were ripped off him.
Wooyoung bit his lip to drown out another moan. Skilled hands wrapped around his cock and his head immediately went hazy. They started moving up and down and his hips moved involuntarily, like they had a mind of their own, fucking up and into Mingi's fist.
A hand flew to his hips, putting his thrusts to a stop.
"So needy," Mingi whispered against his lips before taking them hostage.
They kept aggressively making out as Mingi jerked him off, Wooyoung's head getting lost in his teeth, tongue and the grip of his fingers around his dick.
He figured Mingi loved to bite and the sensation felt so good, Wooyoung couldn't even think of the possible hickeys littering his skin.
He was so turned on, he was felt like he was about to explode. He focused on how good he felt, ignoring this lingering need to be filled. Sure, this hot piece of a stranger was jerking him off in the bathroom but asking him to fuck him dry would probably be too much even for Wooyoung.
Mingi pulled away. "Are you close?"
Wooyoung could only answer in a nod. Mingi kept going until he came undone, placing a hand over Wooyoung's open mouth to silence part of his moans. He worked him through the orgasm until he could finally breathe again, his chest moving intensely.
"Can I get you off?" Wooyoung asked.
Mingi chuckled. "It might be a bit of a challenge." He pointed to the length of his costume and the way it dragged down all the way to the floor.
It was a no-brainer for Wooyoung. "Accepted."
"Actually…" Mingi began. "Would you be interested in taking this elsewhere?"
"Oh?" Wooyoung cocked an eyebrow.
"Only if you want to, of course. No pressure."
He probably should have given it more thought but 'taking this elsewhere' could imply getting more action than blowing someone in a stall, so he agreed.
He put his skirt down and Mingi unlocked the door. His panties were helplessly laying on the floor, ripped and beyond salvation. Not too far from them laid the paper bag. Wooyoung barely remembered holding it, he surely didn't remember dropping it, but the tomato had splashed and some of its juices were on the floor. He felt sorry for the person who'd be cleaning up his mess. He quickly bent down, suddenly too aware of the length of his skirt and lack of underwear, and threw both the bag and his panties in the trash.
While following Mingi out of the bathroom, somebody stopped the two of them.
"I see you've met my boyfriend."
Wooyoung's throat went dry. His sweat ran cold. He looked at the man who spoke. He talked to Wooyoung like they've met before. And then…
Another man in a Ghostface costume. His mask was still on, not seeing who was underneath.
"I'm sorry, I-"
Mingi didn't let him finish. "You must remember Yunho. You were dry-humping earlier."
"That was- That's wasn't-?" Wooyoung looked back and forth between the two men. "I wasn't speaking with you earlier?"
"Nope," Mingi answered. "You got us one by one."
"I didn't know there are two of you. I thought- I thought-" Wooyoung's heart and mind were racing. "I am so sorry, I really didn't-"
"Poor guy, he's lost his marbles," the masked Ghostface (Yunho?) said. "You can stop apologising."
Wooyoung shut his mouth and paused. "Wait, but you suggested we leave. The two of us, together."
"Yes, although I didn't specifically say the two of us."
His mouth dropped opened. "You mean…?"
"I was going to ask you, obviously, but I think you've figured it out by now."
"You want me to… You want us… You want the three of us…"
"Yes." Both Ghostface said in unison.
"As long as you do too," one of them added.
What was going on? Wooyoung headed to the party with the hopes of a decent hookup and somehow he ended up getting asked to a threesome? With not one but two Ghostface?
Well, nothing screamed Halloween wet dream more than two Ghostface. Naturally, Wooyoung said yes.
The ride to their apartment flew by, the three of them sitting in the back, Wooyoung sandwiched in the middle seat as they both splayed possessive hands on his thighs.
In what felt like no-time, they were in the couple's bedroom, Mingi already naked as Wooyoung fell to his knees, ready to suck him off.
"Can you keep the mask on?"
Mingi obeyed and Wooyoung's mouth leaped on his cock like a man starved. Mingi hissed in response, the lips around his dick bringing him instant pleasure.
Behind Wooyoung, Yunho undressed himself and then moved onto the blond man. He discarded his pink cardigan first, tossing it away and then continuing stripping him. He had to interrupt their blowjob, a streak of saliva hanging between Mingi's cock and Wooyoung's mouth, as Yunho pulled his tank top off him.
Wooyoung cleared his throat, feeling it raw, before he spoke. "Do you need help with my skirt?"
Yunho stopped him before he could get up. "No. I want to finger you with the skirt on."
"Oh." A breath got caught in Wooyoung's throat and he coughed. "Yes. Yes, sure."
Two fingers tapped against his shoulder and Wooyoung titled his head. He was met with Ghostface staring down at him and the sight alone, the mask paired with Mingi's naked body, almost had him cumming again.
He resumed, Mingi's dick filling his mouth again and the way he hummed around it sent chills all over Mingi.
Somewhere behind him, he could hear Yunho getting lube on his fingers and his hole clenched in anticipation.
As he got lost in sucking Mingi off, working his way to get his face closer and closer to Mingi's body, taking him as far as he could, he felt a finger circling around his rim. Wooyoung paused as it entered him, pure surprise and satisfaction washing over him as Yunho kept pressing into him, his finger long enough to seem endless. And then another finger came.
He pulled away from Mingi. "More," he groaned.
"You're loose enough?" he asked.
"More than you think."
Yunho spoke so low, it was almost inaudible but somehow Wooyoung's ears still heard him say "Oh my god".
They kept going like this, Yunho's fingers in sync with the way Wooyoung went up and down Mingi's dick.
His fingers were suddenly gone and Wooyoung whined. He heard shuffling and turned towards the sound. Yunho was putting his mask back on before coming back. He had his hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking it as he walked behind him.
Wooyoung got on his hands and knees, presenting himself to Yunho.
His heart thrummed inside his chest and then he felt it. Yunho started pressing his dick against his hole, easing his way in. Wooyoung took a deep breath, getting adjusted to the feeling.
He took a look at Yunho behind his shoulder and then at up at Mingi. Suddenly he understood the hype about Paris. The Eiffel Tower was fucking great.
He wasn't French but oh mon dieu.
It was after Yunho started moving inside him that Mingi pulled him by his hair and brought him back to his dick and started thrusting. Wooyoung gagged at first but adapted fast.
"You're being so good for us, taking us both so well."
"So pretty, filled on both ends."
Wooyoung had no idea who said what. For all he knew, it could have been only one of them speaking. He couldn't tell. He was lost in a trance of getting both his throat and ass fucked by too insanely attractive Ghostface. They could kill him for real afterwards and he would die happy.
"Shit, I'm going to cum."
The words made Wooyoung snap out of it and started sucking with more purpose, glassy eyes looking up. Mingi put a hand on his cheek, caressing it with his thumb.
"What a sight. So, so good," he praised.
As hard as ignoring Yunho fucking him from behind was, Wooyoung tried to remain focused on Mingi.
"Can you swallow?" Mingi asked when he couldn't hold off his orgasm any longer. Seeing Wooyoung nod was enough to let go and he finished inside his mouth, coating his throat with his cum.
When he eventually got Wooyoung off his dick, the blond completely fell onto the floor, no longer being able to hold himself up. With his face down and ass up, he let Yunho use him as he pleased. His hands were gripping him on both sides, a symphony of moans coming out of his mouth now that Mingi's dick was no longer blocking the noise.
"Get up," he heard Yunho say and he whined. "Get up."
With Yunho's help, Wooyoung was on his knees, his back coming to contact with Yunho's chest. He must be kneeling now too, he thought. It was all so overwhelming he had no idea what he had missed. He didn't know when Yunho changed positions and he almost missed Mingi kneeling in front of him as well.
Yunho held them together, possessively pressing Wooyoung against him. One of his hands was on Wooyoung's stomach and Wooyoung guessed he could feel his dick inside him.
It wasn't long til Mingi started touching him. Starting with worshipping his body to teasing his nipples with his fingertips until one hand made it to his cock again. Wooyoung bit his lip.
"No, let it out," Yunho said. "We want to hear you."
Wooyoung couldn't control whatever noises made it out of him after that. From Yunho's fast and hard pace to the way he kissed him across his shoulder and the way Mingi was playing with him, it was all too much.
"Are you close, beautiful?"
He nodded frantically.
It seemed like Yunho and Mingi had assigned themselves to each of Wooyoung's shoulders because they were both attacking him at the same time. Mingi gave him a kiss that was all tongue before passing his mouth onto Yunho, letting him have him while they both finished. Wooyoung's head was turned to the side, kissing Yunho as they were chasing their highs.
"Cum with me, yes?"
Wooyoung didn't speak again, just nodded. Mingi's hands hadn't left his cock for a second.
When he felt Yunho cumming inside him it was enough to finally send him over the edge for the second time that night. He clenched around Yunho as he came, making a mess of both himself and Mingi in the process. Yunho rode out the high with him before slipping out.
The three of them were panting, finding it hard to do anything else other than catch their breaths. Wooyoung still had a hard time believing it all happened. It was him dry-humping a Ghostface on the dance floor. It was him getting a hand-job by another Ghostface in a stall. It was him sandwiched between two Ghostface getting fucked out of his mind. It was his Halloween night wrapped up with a Ghostface threesome.
Thank the fucking French and their iron tower.