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keeho

keeho cant help but show you whos in command

loves the way you swallow him

theo

roadtrips are his fav

cant go slow on you after you had been teasing him all day

jiung

too focused on your touch to be focused on the road

what a view to wake up to

intak

hungry pretty boy cant get enough of how good mommys pussy taste :(

misbehaving all week? no pussy for u

soul

you wont let him sleep before milking his cock dry

just let him innocently play with your boobs. its his fav hobby

jongseob

"one per cabin" sure

In hindsight, leaving your phone unlocked in that den of boundless wolves was a terrible idea, especially with what you left open and forgotten in your search tab in your late night delirium of morbid curiosity. 

But the popcorn was running low and everyone else was too hung up on their pointless argument of the day, so could you really blame it on them when you walk back out to the living room to see them hovered over Intak who had taken your phone to fact check the hot actress’s name?

Yes, but it’s no less mortifying. 

They stare at the screen, jaws agape, some faces (Keeho, Taeyang) beyond amused and some faces (Jiung, Jongseob) beyond red. 

And you have a hankering for exactly what they’re looking at. 

“What,” you start, slow and sharp. “The fuck,” their eyes snap up to you in unison, wide and glittering. “Are you doing?”

It’s silent. 

Until,

“I don’t know, noona,” Intak starts with a wide beam on his face, the apples of his cheeks tinged pink. “Why are you searching up how to give a blowjob?”

The popcorn bowl in your hand clatters to the kitchen counter as you immediately make way to lunge at him. 

But a body intercepts you, catching you around the waist and spinning you away from Intak’s shrieking self. 

“Shota, let me at him!” You yelp, thrashing in his grasp. “Give me back my phone!”

There’s commotion behind you as you continue to struggle in Shota’s iron grip, voices overhauling each other to fight for the phone. 

“Wait, there’s another tab!” You hear Keeho yell, sounding positively overjoyed. “How to please your man in six—”

“Stop!” You cry, thrashing even harder. Your body burns, your head feels dizzy, and you feel like you might actually throw up from embarrassment. 

Shota, sensing your distress, has the decency to let you go. 

You immediately bolt to where Keeho’s sitting on the floor beside Intak, snatching the phone from his grasp before he can even react. 

He jumps back when you do, startled by your speed. “Wait, I wanna see—“

“You,” you snap, ignoring him completely to glare at Intak. You’re seething, breathing heavy, and looking surely vaguely deranged. “Do you have no manners? What makes you think you can just take people's phones?!”

Intak gapes at you, jaw working around empty words as he struggles to defend himself. “I-I just wanted to search up if that was really her—“

“You idiot, I don’t care if—“ You immediately cut yourself when you see his eyes start to glimmer with tears, blinking in an attempt to push them back with no avail. “Okay, that’s not fair, you can’t just cry your way out of every problem.”

He grins then, expression switching in a split second. “Can I kiss my way out of it then?”

Your sputter, Jongseob cutting in before you can. “Please,” he scoffs, roughly shoving Intak’s arm. “Like you haven’t been doing enough kissing.”

Your cheeks flush, mind flitting back to all those mornings that Intak had made you burn your eggs while he kept you distracted with his head between your thighs. It was a lot more than kissing…

“Not enough with how you and Shota are always hogging her,” Intak immediately retorts, shoving him back. 

Memories of morning indulgences fade into late nights in Shota’s chair with Jongseob on the line over a forgotten game, and more late nights in Jongseob’s lap to “keep him warm” while he finishes a round or two. 

“You three are equally terrible,” Keeho cuts in while Shota snickers in the back, then adds under his breath, “Selfish brats.”

He’s not wrong. With how often the younger three steal you away, you rarely get more than a few indulgent kisses with Keeho. 

“We’re getting off topic,” Taeyang, ever the mediator, pipes in. He’s still smirking from where he’s sat on the couch behind Intak, watching you with slitted, mischievous little eyes. “Care to explain?”

Your defenses crawl up your skin, as they always do whenever Taeyang is in the picture. As far as intimacies go since that night two weeks ago, you haven’t shared much with him save for some teasing touches and lingering looks that make you wonder just why he hasn’t initiated anything more like the others. 

Well, like the others except Jiung, the only one who seems to be actively avoiding you. Your eyes glance at him without your permission. He’s tucked himself away to the farthest corner of the big couch, his gaze stuck down to where he picks at his nail. 

You ignore the sting in your chest—whatever, you’re not that greedy.

“If you must know,” you relent with a huff, turning your narrowed eyes back to Taeyang. The only way to fight his can’t-be-damned demeanour is with one of your own. “I just wanted to learn how to repay you guys.”

“Repay?” Shota asks with a blink and a tilt of his head from where he stands.

You shrug your shoulders, dropping onto the bean bag across from where the others are loosely huddled. “You guys have been… giving a lot,” you say for lack of better wording. “And I don’t want to just take and not give forever.”

The grin that grows on Keeho’s lips is smug and a little fond. “Aw, but I like taking care of my princess,” he teases with just a hint of condescension. “You know we like taking care of you.”

The admission is honest. And it makes something warm pool in your belly that’s not just arousal. 

“I know,” you mumble, shuffling to sit up straighter. “But my point still stands. I want to be able to make you guys cum too.”

There’s a pause that settles as they take in your admission, so earnest, leaving you squirming a little in your chair. You think you hear a hitched breath here or there. 

“Yeah?” Intak breathes out eventually, eyes wide and eager as he watches you. “Show us what you learned then,” he says, ever so eager. “From your research.”

Your eyes snap wide open as you peer around the room, keeping your gaze away from the corner. “Here? Now?”

“Is there a better time?” Taeyang asks. He’s leaned back on his elbows, head tilted slightly so that his hair is wisped over his face in a stupidly attractive way. 

You almost glare at him. “I suppose not…”

“Don’t be nervous,” Keeho coos, then starts giggling at his own joke before he even voices it. “Even if we’re not easy it's not like you have to worry about making Jiung cum.”

Your stomach lurches when Jiung’s head snaps up to look at Keeho (and thankfully not you). “What happened last time wasn’t my fault!”

“Oh, then whose was it?”

“It was T—“ He stops himself, seeming to think better as his ears turn pink. He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t get a proper chance last time.”

“Well, have you tried to redeem yourself yet?” Keeho asks with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning over Taeyang’s lap to poke at Jiung. 

Jiung pushes himself farther away while swatting at his hand, refusing to look anyone in the eye. “I—That’s not—“

Taeyang snickers, watching Jiung with an equally amused grin. “Embarrassed?” 

They’re scary together, Keeho and Taeyang. You wonder just how much they would push Jiung, how much they have in the past. 

Jiung’s face turns fire red, and it makes you giggle. 

His eyes snap to you, and you purse your lips together, quickly averting your gaze. 

You can see him narrow his eyes at you from your peripheral. “I don’t think you should be laughing,” he says sharply, and it draws your gaze back to him, lips parting in shock. 

“Excuse me?”

There’s a shift in his gaze. You hate to admit how his gaze makes your skin prickle, like being simply acknowledged by him is what your body’s been craving. Gone is the fidgety, nervous mess that Jiung is whenever he would get near you after that fateful night. Before you is the Jiung who’d commanded you with just his voice, the one who’d made you nearly cum on just the sound alone. 

“How about you try it? You wanna make us cum?” He asks, and something about the way his eyes sharpen, the way his voice lowers, it makes you inclined to obey his every word. “Don’t cum without making us finish first. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”

It lights something in your chest, something hot and vengeful. You meet his narrowed eyes with your own. Jiung’s known to be stubborn but you’re no better, especially in the face of a challenge. 

“Does everything have to be a game with you people?” You scoff, though you’re already tracing him over, willing yourself to recall every one of his weak spots. 

Jiung notices, and places the pillow in his lap aside, like he’s giving you free reign to try. It makes you want to claw at him. 

“Didn’t you have a good time last time?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts to sit closer to the edge of the couch, parting his legs almost in invitation. “Come on. Show us what you learned from your research.”

The way he says ‘research’ with a hint of condescension to his voice makes your head burn with the need to shut him the fuck up. It also makes the space between your legs burn, but you don’t concern yourself with that. 

Six pairs of eyes watch you as you rise to your feet and make your way to Jiung. It almost feels like that night, with you all exposed and vulnerable for the taking, except entirely different because now it’s not just one on one, or three on one. 

You barely survived the last time, and if this leads to anything like that… you can’t imagine how you’ll survive this time. Especially now that you can’t come.

You drop to your knees in the space between his legs, your eyes locked onto his heated ones. They’re dark, almost entirely swallowed by his pupils as he watches you. 

No one says a word as they watch you watch each other. Almost like they’re waiting in bated breath, unsure of who might lash out first. 

“And if I win?” You ask, resting your hands on his knees, a light touch that makes his legs give a minuscule twitch. “What do I get?”

He huffs out a tiny laugh, short and breathy as he reaches to card his hand through your hair, pushing the tresses back and nudging you closer with his hand on the back of your head. “As if you don’t have enough?” He clicks his tongue. “I didn’t take you for being greedy.”

But you don’t give to his push, your lips pulling up when his brows pinch together at your disobedience. “And I didn’t take you for being a pussy.” 

He scowls at you, but you cut in before he can retort. 

“It’s only fair.” You slide your hands slowly up the expanse of his thighs, his muscles tensing under the heat of your palms. You preen internally, at how you have him under the control of your touch this time. Is this what gives Taeyang his giant ego? “Reward and punishment, isn’t it?”

“She’s got a point,” says the devil, Taeyang, himself. He’s not too far now, moved closer to Jiung on the couch. 

Jiung works his jaw, his fingers gripping down and digging into your skull. “We can make you cum however you want. Your pick.” 

The prospect makes you smile. “I can work with that.”

“Good. Now are you gonna shut up and—“ He cuts off with a hiss, head tilting back when you cup your hand over the strained tent in his lap and firmly knead down. 

It’s a nice feeling under your palm, not entirely unfamiliar as Intak had guided your hand clumsily over himself during one of your quick chases for relief, but it’s never been anything exploratory. 

You shift your hand, finding the thick length of his shaft, and slowly drag a tight hand along it over the fabric of his pants. 

Jiung grits back a choked groan, his hips bucking up to chase the touch. 

“So sensitive,” you coo without thought, but you don’t get to savor it before he’s shoving your hand off of him and reaching for his waistband. 

“Don’t stall,” he says, pushing down his sweats and his boxers down to his thighs. You’re reunited with the sight of his cock, half hard as he takes it into his hand and gives it a firm tug. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, at the pearly drops gathered at his flushed tip. “C’mon.” He puts his hand on the back of your head again, urging you forward. “Show me what you learned.”

You could fight back. Or you could just make him weep. 

So you give under his pull this time, bracing your hands in his thighs once more, and rise up on your knees to take him into your mouth. 

Your lips wrap snug around his tip, the musky taste of him bursting on your tongue at the first swipe along his slit.

You hum at the unfamiliar taste, following your instinct to give it a suck to taste more of him on your tongue. 

Jiung’s fingers tighten in your hair, digging down to push you. 

You give under the push, sinking down to take more of his length. The intrusion is foreign and makes your throat clench when his tip brushes the back of your mouth, but the details from the article you’d read just last night flit back to you. 

You breathe in deep through your nose and let your muscles relax around him, and only then do you push to take just a bit more. 

It’s too much. Your throat clenches around him uncomfortably and you pull off immediately, coughing into your arm. 

Keeho somehow appears on your left (he must have moved at some point from Taeyang’s side) and reaches to brush your hair back. 

“She’s so eager,” he teases, almost obligatory, because then he’s wrapping a gentle hand under your jaw and guiding you back to Jiung’s cock. “Don’t take too much too quick.”

“We shouldn’t be allowed to help,” you hear Taeyang mumble. 

You flush under the careful watch, wrapping your hand around Jiung’s base as Keeho guides you to take Jiung back in your mouth regardless of what Taeyang says. 

“You’re just a bitch Tae,” Keeho says distantly, too focused on the way your lips stretch around Jiung, who’s already starting to look a little too affected so early on. “She went through all that trouble of learning, best we can do is guide her through it. Isn’t it, princess?” He hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the apple of your heated cheek. He revels in the little whimper you let out, his own cock stirring in his jeans as he lets his hand join Jiung’s to push you down a little further. “You’re gonna take all our cocks aren’t you?” He whispers in your ear, chuckling at the choked sound you give. “Gonna make us all cum like our good little whore?”

He wants to push you more, but he gets yanked back by Jiung’s hand on the back of his collar. 

“Stop interrupting her,” he snaps, shooting him a nasty side glare before turning back to watch you as you slide up to suckle at his tip. 

Keeho rolls his eyes but relents, settling to palm himself through his jeans. He can be patient. For now.

But all of that noise goes over your head, because you’re too caught up in the heady taste of Jiung on your tongue. 

His hand stays a steady presence in your hair, not quite pushing anymore, but there to remind you that he will if he needs to. 

But he doesn’t need to, not when you start a steady pace of sinking down to take half his length then slip up and work the gummy head with your tongue while your hand works whatever you can’t fit in your mouth.

It’s clumsy at first, exploring and learning, but your movements become sharper by the second. The sounds are lewd, wet and filthy, mingling among the heavy breaths here and there not just from you. 

You glance up to see Jiung’s blown eyes steadfast on you, his cheeks flushed, his brows pinched and lips slightly bitten. He’s breathing heavily, a sure sign that you’re doing something right. 

The sight of him shoots electric heat right to your core, where you can feel yourself dampening by the second. Your thighs are pressed together to quell some of that helpless desire, but it’s not enough. Whatever, it’s not like you can do much about that anyway—you’re not sure you can handle one of Taeyang’s punishments if he deems you worthy of one for failing Jiung’s challenge. 

The state that Jiung was left in that night… you don’t think you’d survive.

You look up at him again. He’s got his head tilted back, lips parted as he pants. Your clit gives a pathetic throb—what you’d do to get him in that state yourself. Maybe you really are starting to understand Taeyang. 

Taeyang, who’s sitting at your right and palming himself through his sweats. He notices that you’re peering up through your lashes, of course he does, and gives you a lazy, smug little smile. 

But you don’t pay it any mind, your eyes locking onto the thick bulge straining the fabric. 

Your mouth slows down on Jiung, opting to stay and suckle at the tip as if you’re almost entranced by the sight of Taeyang’s hand wrapped over himself, pulsing down to relieve himself. Your hand gives an involuntary twitch. 

Jiung’s hips buck up, his tip poking up into the side of your cheek and nearly grazing against your teeth.

“Come on,” he whispers under his breath impatiently, and it spurs you back. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking tightly around his cock as you slide down and up, and Jiung lets out a satisfied groan over you. 

“There you go,” he sighs, nails gently grazing into your scalp. “Good…”

It makes you whimper around him, the sound making him buck up into your mouth again. You can’t really tell if he’s getting close just yet, but you know you’re winding him up to it. Maybe you just need to double your efforts. 

But you can’t, because Taeyang takes the hand you have holding onto Jiung’s knee and places it right over his own erection. 

Your hand twitches at the sudden feel of him, your mouth faltering again, eyes snapping to the side to watch as Taeyang kneads your hand down with the guide of his own hand splayed over yours. 

He’s hot under your hand even through the fabric, thick and pulsing and impossibly hard. You’d nearly forgotten just how big he is. 

Without thinking, you reach up to his waistband and tug down. 

Taeyang smirks, lifting his hips to shuck his sweats and boxers down, letting himself spring free as he settles to sit closer, almost flush against Jiung’s side.  

Jiung doesn’t protest, can’t really when you eagerly grasp Taeyang in your hand. He can’t be that greedy when he’s given you such a long task. And he doesn’t quite hate the pained hiss Taeyang lets out when you drag your fist up his cock, the touch too dry to be pleasurable. 

But Jiung does hate it when you move off of him to reach over and take Taeyang’s cock into your mouth. He also hates that his dick twitches at the sight of your lips stretched around the thick girth as you struggle to take him in and slick him up with your tongue. 

Taeyang’s hand twitches at his side but before he can get his grubby hands on you, Jiung pulls you off of him with his hand back in your hair and not so gently pulls you back to himself. Fuck not being greedy, he is. For you he is, and he’s been watching the others have their fill of you for the past few weeks while all he did was watch from a distance and wallow at his own pathetic self. 

“Jesus,” Taeyang scoffs at his side, but Jiung can’t bring himself to care as he feeds you his cock again, sighing at the warmth of your mouth engulfing him. “Didn’t take you for a pusher, Jiungie.”

Jiung scowls at the nickname, gripping down on your hair when you sink further, enough to have him hitting the back of your throat with each bob of your head. He shudders at the sensitivity. 

“Tired of not getting what I want,” he muttered passively, blinking back the haze that’s starting to cloud his vision. 

Taeyang lets out a pleased groan, and Jiung glances over to see that you’re working him with your fist at the same pace you’re working your mouth. 

He watches as Taeyang’s face twitches each time you pass over your tip, twisting your hand around it with each upstroke. Whatever article you’d read on that must have been good. Or you’re just a natural. 

Whatever it is, Jiung feels a twisted sense of pleasure fester in his chest at Taeyang being so affected by so little. 

“Sensitive?” Jiung asks, not bothering to mask the condescension dripping from his tone. 

Taeyang opens his fluttering eyes and laughs breathily, looking down at where Jiung is starting to subconsciously buck his hips up to meet your mouth. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Taeyang says, brows pinching and teeth gritting when your hand starts to pick up the pace. “Close?”

Jiung doesn’t know what it is that sets off that competitive fire in him, but he thinks that somehow, cumming first would mean losing to Taeyang. And he can’t allow that to happen. Again.

“Not even,” he lies, willing that heat in his gut to loosen. But it’s there and it’s insistent with each swirl of your tongue over his cock, with each little suckle you give his tip every time you drag up. 

“Good. Me neither,” Taeyang says, and Jiung knows it’s a lie too. 

But you don’t notice, far too busy with the cock in your mouth and the other one in your hand. It’s difficult to coordinate with just them, but it becomes infinitely more so when someone settles behind you, lifts your hips, and starts grinding their hard-on against your clothed cunt. 

You moan at the sharp pleasure that bursts through your body. The groan behind you lets you know it’s Intak, and you’re not surprised in the least. 

You are, though, a little miffed when he starts a steady pace rutting into you, distracting you with the heady heat that climbs through your body with his dick slotted right between your aching folds. 

You lose track of both Jiung and Taeyang, your body honed in on the pressure that your body’s been craving for so long. 

And it makes Taeyang impatient, because he reaches over to dig his hand in your hair and starts to guide your head on Jiung with unabashed force. 

Your confused hum gets lost on Jiung as he moans, his hips starting to twitch and tremble under you. 

Another hand wraps around yours on Taeyang’s cock, bigger and rougher than Taeyang’s, and starts to guide your hand at a quicker pace, but with the mess of everything you can’t really care. 

So you shut your eyes and focus, trying to ignore as Intak ruts against you, and hone your efforts. 

It’s enough damage to Taeyang, who knows he’s probably fighting a losing battle because with your hand and Jiung’s hand working his cock, he knows he’s bound to not last. 

And when Jiung sets his mind to something, he’s usually not one to back down (save for some of his more… vulnerable moments). 

But he tries anyway, pushing your head down in Jiung’s lap and forcing you to take him down to the hilt. He only feels a little bad as you gag and sputter around it, but he’s not too guilty when Jiung lets out a choked moan and bows up off the couch. 

But he’s annoying, and he doesn’t cum yet, just spurs his hand over yours to move quicker on Taeyang. 

“You’re a fucking cheat,” Jiung gasps, pushing Taeyang’s hand off to give you some reprieve as you pant and recover. But you don’t waste time, taking Jiung right back down your throat. 

Taeyang’s retort dies on his tongue when Jiung guides your hand to give short, quick strokes at his sensitive tip. He curses as he pulses under the grip, digging his hand into the cushion. 

“You’re just bitter you lost,” he says anyway through his choked grunts. 

His body writhes under the sensation, gasping when your hand twists around the head of his cock before tightly sinking down. His hips start to buck up with a mind of their own, his eyes rolling back when your hand starts those tight, mind numbing strokes along his tip again. 

“You’re a… fuck…” he tries to speaking, but you’re fucking the words out of his head when you move your hand even quicker. “You’re just a s-sore fucking los-er—nngh!” 

Taeyang’s body tenses up off the couch, his head thrown back as he gasps for breath, holding on to the last thread of his control. 

But it snaps when Jiung leans in, whispering into Taeyang’s ear, breath fanning hot against his already heated skin. “Yeah? Then why are you about to cum?”

Taeyang cums with a ragged yell, spurting hot, thick ropes over your rapid hand. Jiung watches his body writhe through his orgasm—and something about the way he moans and whimpers, the way he trembles and twitches under your hand, the way his plush lips part for air, it does Jiung in. 

He curses, grabs your jaw and slides his cock back into your mouth (you’d popped off to focus on milking Taeyang for all he’s worth), and starts to ruthlessly fuck his cock up into your open, pliant mouth. 

He gasps as his orgasm builds, crashing over as he starts to shove his cock deep into your throat uncaring for the way your gag around him. And he seats himself in deep, grinding up into your face as he spills down your throat with a guttural groan, his entire body trembling through the overwhelming crash. 

You start to push at him eventually, and he lets go amidst his daze, his body going liquid into the cushions as you cough his release back over him. 

You’re pretty sure you’re seeing stars, your head spinning and mind reeling all at once. It’s only the insistent pressure of Intak still needily rutting against you that tethers you to reality. 

You don’t really get to recover, because Intak’s arms wind around you from behind and pull you to his chest, seating you on his lap over his needy arousal. 

His breath is hot and damp against your ear. “Can I eat you out?”

You nearly laugh through your daze at just how addicted he is to living with his head between your thighs. But that’s not what tonight is for. 

“No,” you say, reaching back to scratch affectionately into his hair with a pointed grind down on his cock that has him grunting.

You press your lips lazily to his cheek, Jiung’s cum smearing over his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it at all as he turns to you and licks it off your lip before kissing you half heartedly, his mind too caught up in grinding against you. 

“Gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumble into the kiss, lifting off of him. 

He lets out a little whine when you disconnect, only settling when he sees you just stripping yourself of your layers. You hear him hastily pull his own clothes too before pulling you in and slotting cock against your ass. 

You gasp as he starts rocking you down, panting into your ear. “Don’t care, just wanna fuck you,” he whines. 

You click your tongue, moving to raise off of him but his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you right back down. 

“Please, noona, just sit on my cock,” he pleads. 

You feel him against the swell of your ass, hard and pulsing with need, practically begging you to.

“You better listen.” 

Keeho’s voice pulls your attention to him as he raises from where he was sitting, his dick sitting long and pretty in his hand as he works it. 

You watch as he closes in on you, stopping to stand right in front of you. He strokes himself slowly as he peers down at you with lust ridden eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip. 

“If he gets impatient enough he’ll just take what he wants,” he says, voice deep and gravelly. He taps the head of his cock against your lip, smearing the wetness, but something tells you not to do anything without his direct command. “But you’re no stranger to that.”

“No,” you say, letting your breath brush over him. You fight a smile when you see him twitch in his hand. “Have you been watching us, Kyo?”

His smug expression falters for just a second before it livens back into a nearly wicked grin. “Maybe I have,” he says calmly, then hooks the head of his cock against the corner of your lips and pulls, popping out before he digs back in just to push against your teeth. 

You still don’t open. 

His brows twitch, a flicker of irritation that makes you smile. 

But not for long; because then Intak bristles under you, seeming to have had enough. He just wraps one arm around you and hoists you up, his other hand guiding his cock against your sopping cunt. 

You gasp at the blunt pressure, at the sheer size of him as he messily seeks out your hole. You’ve never actually taken him before, only seen him once, and you’re quickly reminded of his size, just shy of Taeyang’s. 

“W-Wait,” you try to say, but Intak ignores you completely. You gasp when he hooks against your entrance and pushes at the same time he pulls you down. 

The stretch as he pierces into you is devastating. Your mouth falls open in a loud cry, your walls clamping down and protesting at the sudden intrusion. 

And Keeho takes the opportunity to bully his cock into your mouth, sheathing himself in to the hilt and making you gag. 

It’s all encompassing, the feeling of being full from everywhere. Your head gets dizzier the longer Keeho keeps himself buried down your throat, cutting off all your oxygen as he keeps you pressed to his naval with a rough hand in your hair. Intak ruts himself even deeper and holds there, panting and whining at the tightness around his needy cock. 

You think you might pass out. 

But then Keeho pulls out completely, squeezing down at his base to stave off his quickly rising orgasm. The look on your face almost did him in, cross eyed and empty headed, purely blissed out. 

You cough, gasping for air as you try to recover, but Keeho doesn’t feel like being too nice tonight. 

“Open,” he says, and his dick jumps at how quickly you let your mouth fall open at his command. 

He grins, stroking his fingers gently in your hair as he holds you in place. “Good bunny,” he whispers, then starts to fuck himself into your warm, pliant mouth. 

You take it so well, humming softly around him with each stroke, gagging just a little each time he brushes against the back of your throat. The pace is languid, merciful for now.

Your eyes flutter closed, lost at the taste of him, at the feeling. But Intak looks like he’s about to burst into tears under you. 

He has to tap your cheek to gain your attention again, and when you blink your hazy eyes open, he places his hand under your jaw to lift you a little. 

“Come on, don’t forget about Takki.” 

Realization flits through the daze in your eyes, and you follow his pull to rise to your knees, bracing your hands against his sturdy thighs, nails digging into the rough denim. 

Slowly, you rise, and Keeho watches as Intak’s eyes roll back, as his body slumps back onto the seat of the couch behind him. 

And when you sink back down, slow and like it takes you a great deal of effort to impale yourself on his cock again, Keeho’s pretty sure Intak is gone. 

He just laughs at the sight, biting back a comment about how pathetic you both look, and lets you set the pace and adjust to his size. 

Soon enough you’re bouncing on his cock with ease, moaning around Keeho like a wanton whore as you chase the burning pleasure which each slam of your hips down on his. Your mission remains a weary thing in the recesses of your mind—you can’t cum without making them cum first. 

But it’s becoming more and more difficult by the second to heed to it, because with Intak filling you up, the ridges of his cock stroking every inch of your gummy walls so nicely, all your body wants to do is fuck until you can’t anymore. 

And you nearly get lost in that feeling, nearly let yourself chase that release. 

Until Keeho grips down on your hair and starts to pound his cock into your mouth, uncaring for the way it makes you gag each time he breaches your throat. 

“Fuck,” he hisses above you, his gut coiling at the sight of tears brimming your eyes. But you don’t protest, dutifully taking it as he ruins your throat while you keep fucking yourself down on Intak, though you get clumsier by the second. 

Intak is just a mess—moaning and writhing about how noona feels so good, gonna make him cum—he won’t even bother with that. 

Keeho’s too focused on you fucking yourself dumb, letting yourself be used like this. 

“You’re a fucking cockslut,” he laughs, voice breathy and ragged through his moans. He tightens his grasp on your jaw, digging his thumb into your cheek to feel himself through the barrier. “Bet you’re close from this, aren’t you?”

You nod on him, whining when he stops to rub his tip down on your tongue. 

“Yeah? You get off on being used like a cocksleeve?”

Your body gives a quick jerk, like the words were a physical thing threatening to pull your orgasm out of you. It makes his cock pulse dangerously against your tongue. 

He grits his teeth, cursing before he starts slamming back into your throat, his pace unforgiving. “Just made for this,” he gasps, the coil in his gut tightening each time you gag on him. You’ve stopping moving on Intak, and Intak starts whining under you, trying to fuck him self up and jerking your body with the movements, but Keeho doesn’t care. 

He continues to selfishly chase his orgasm, uncaring for the way you’re convulsing around him. You keep taking it, not pushing, not pulling, just taking. 

And it ruins Keeho. He pulls out completely with a pained grunt, fisting himself frantically to completion, holding you in place by the jaw as you gasp and cough and squirm. Thick ropes of his cum spurt out as he finishes with a low grunt, painting your face in pearly white streaks. 

Your mouth opens subconsciously, trying to catch his release, and Keeho groans, his cock giving another pathetic little kick at the sight. He indulges you, pushing his tip down on your tongue to smear the rest of his release before pulling back. 

You hum at the taste, your body nearly giving out, until Intak, who’s had just about enough, lifts you up and pushes you down onto all fours. 

You yelp, scrambling to catch yourself on your hands but Intak pushes you down with a hand between your shoulderblades, arching your ass up to meet his hips where he still remains buried inside you. 

“Sorry, noona,” he heaves. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Then he starts to piston into you with no restraint, punching your breaths effectively out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. It hurts with how rough he is, but it burns so good that he rapidly drives not only himself to his orgasm, but yours too. 

Alarms blare in your head, and you scramble to push him back but it’s a useless attempt. 

“T-Tak, no, ‘m gonna—“

He doesn’t care, holding your hips with both hands, bracing one foot down on the floor so he can pummel into you even harder. 

“Can’t stop,” he pants, barely sane as he chases the frantic heat. “C-Can’t stop, noona, need t’cum in y—fuck!”

His orgasm barrels through him unannounced and he fucks it out in you, babbling for you to take it. 

It nearly pushes you over. But you’re practically ripped away from him, you cunt empty and clenching around nothing but warm cum, as the world spins around before you’re dumped somewhere. 

That somewhere happens to be Shota on the love seat, completely bare of clothes as he wastes no time to shove his hard cock into you. 

You whine, writhing in his hold at the sudden stretch, though it’s not completely unwelcome. 

“No, stop,” Shota pleads, tightening his strong arms around you. “Stay, I’m so hard.”

“Yeah, noona,” sounds a silky voice from behind you, teasing and light as another wall of warmth hovers at your back. “Stay. Or Shota might cry from not getting his dick wet.”

Shota huffs, rutting up into you. “Shut up, Seobie, just get to work.”

You whine as Shota digs much deeper into you. He’s slimmer than Intak, but longer in a way that makes your toes curl. 

“Pushy,” Jongseob chuckles, pressing a warm kiss to your shoulder before he shifts. 

Your mind drifts immediately, too far removed from whatever Jongseob was doing as Shota slowly, shallowly fucks up into you. Not in a chase for anything, just as something to do as he waits…?

Your body seizes up taut, a ragged gasp ripping from your throat as you feel a wet pressure start to prod against your hole—not the one Shota’s currently buried in. 

“S-Seob!” You yell, squirming as you feel the pressure start to circle the tight ring of muscle. 

“Shh, relax,” he coos into your ear, barely pushing against your hole before he starts to circle it again. “It’s just my finger. Gonna open you up first.”

Fuck, you’d nearly forgotten you’d mentioned to him this was something you wanted to try. But you were too drunk on his cock at the time, delirious to what you were saying. It must have stuck with him, if he came prepared to seize any opportunity.

“B-But I’m supposed t’make you…” You trail off with a gasp when he tries to prod into you again.

He presses another kiss to the back of your head. “You will.”

Your knees tighten against Shota’s waist, your hole clenching in resistance when he tries to push in again. Your clit gives a pathetic throb, brushing against the base of Shota’s dick, and you’re quickly reminded of your burning need to cum. 

So you start whining. 

Taeyang knows exactly why. He’d been watching you intently as the others took their turn with you from where he sat, languidly stroking his newly hardened cock. 

“What is it?” He asks, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “Need to cum?”

You nod immediately, squirming, but Shota and Jongseob both hold you still. 

“Please,” you sob, your wide eyes flitting over to Taeyang. “Please, just once, need to… please…”

Taeyang’s about to respond, but Jiung beats him to the punch. 

“No,” he says, prompt and final.

Taeyang looks to his right, raising a brow at Jiung who watches on. He’s hard again where he’s tucked himself back into his pants, but he doesn’t touch. He just watches. 

Taeyang would be impressed if he wasn’t a little pissed off by him. 

His gaze turns back to you at the sob you let out, dropping your head to Shota’s chest as you accept your defeat. 

You’re still fidgety and tense, Jongseob getting a little frustrated when he’s not making any progress. So Taeyang, being the generous hyung he is, slips his hand out of his pants and gets up, making his way over. He doesn’t mind helping. 

You perk up a little at his presence, your eyes immediately locking onto where he’s straining against his sweats where it stands almost eye level with you. 

Taeyang scoffs, reaching down to pull himself out. “Come here,” he says, barely having to guide himself before you’re lifting up to take him into your mouth. He sighs at the wet heat wrapping around himself, brushing his thumb against your hollowed cheeks. “That’s it, you feel better with cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

He doesn’t mind helping as long as it gets him his dick sucked. 

You just hum around him, too dumb to properly respond. But it seems to do the trick, distracting you enough as you languidly suck on him to have your body relax. 

Even Shota latches onto your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it to ease a steady buzz of warm pleasure through your body. 

It relaxes you enough that you don’t even notice Jongseob slip the tip of his finger past your rim. Until he starts to shallowly fuck it into you. 

You bristle at the unfamiliar feeling, too sharp and intruding for your body to handle. But Jongseob quickly grabs your hip, holding you down. 

“Easy, easy,” he consoles, rubbing his hand gently along your spine. “You’re doing good. Just relax, let me in. Just breathe.”

His smooth, low voice thrums pleasantly in your head, easing you down. 

You hum softly as Shota switches to your other nipple, sucking softly at Taeyang’s tip as Jongseob slowly pushes his finger in to the second, then third knuckle until his finger sits fully sheathed into you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, slowly pulling it out just to push it back in. He kisses your shoulder at your trembling whimpers. “I know, love, I know but it’ll feel better soon, promise.”

And it does, slowly but surely. 

He manages to shallowly thrust his finger into you, the stretch becoming more bearable by the second. Your little whimpers spill around Taeyang’s cock where it just sits there on your tongue now, waiting, not pushing. 

Soon enough, Jongseob is pushing a second finger in, making your body crumble onto Shota’s chest. But he doesn’t stop, he guides you through it as he scissors you open. 

Taeyang guides himself back into your mouth with a hand on your jaw, the other carding through your hair. “You’re taking it so well,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You melt at the uncharacteristic gesture, blinking your bleary eyes up at him. “You’re just that greedy for cock, hm?”

He grins at the fresh wave of tears that pool in your eyes when Jongseob starts to push the third finger in, pouring more lube over your hole to make the slide easier. 

But it still devastates you, makes you wail when he sits all three of his fingers to the base. 

“That’s enough,” Taeyang says, showing you some mercy as he pulls out to let you gasp the air threatening to leave your lungs. “She can take it now, hurry up.”

Jongseob clicks his tongue at his pushy tone but pulls his fingers out anyway, watching your hole gape around nothing. The comment dies on his tongue as he slicks himself up generously before pushing against the tight ring of muscle. 

You jolt at the heavy pressure, far more daunting than his fingers. Your whine of protest is barely a whine at all, just a broken sound because you’re too far gone for anything else. 

Then he starts to push in, and it feels like you’re being ripped open, impaled by his hard cock, carved out to make space for him. 

You cry out, your nails digging into Shota’s chest at the overbearing intrusion. 

“Easy,” you hear Taeyang say from above, his fingers scratching down into your scalp. “Slower.”

He’s not talking to you, though you wouldn’t have much of a mind to listen even if he was. You drop your weight on Shota, who’s tense under you from how hard you’re clenched around him. 

Soon enough, Jongseob sheathes himself fully in you. And full doesn’t even begin to explain just what you feel. 

You hear your name, gentle against your ear. 

“Are you okay?” Shota asks from under you. His thumb comes up to brush away the tear rolling down your cheek. 

You let out a stuttered breath, swallowing down the tension in your throat. You breathe out, trying to let go of the tension everywhere else. 

Your body eases slowly as it adjusts to Jongseob’s girth, and you find yourself nodding. 

“Okay,” you manage to slur, whimpering when Shota presses a warm kiss to your lips. 

He uses it as a distraction to buck his hips up slightly, an experimental roll of his hips to see where you are. 

When all you give is a soft, pleasured hum as the base of his cock rubs against your aching clit, he starts to slowly rock his hips up until all you’re doing is panting into his lips. 

Jongseob doesn’t move just yet, not until he feels you relax more around him. He’s struggling too, at the death grip you have around him, but when you start to ease up, he thrusts into you once just as Shota thrusts out. 

You tense up again but it’s momentary, a choked moan escaping you. 

Jongseob thrusts in again, and again, then starts to fuck into you at a steady pace, pulling out when Shota pushes into your cunt. 

Your body is completely liquid, molten against them to mould and move as they please, as they take what they want. 

It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just a steady stream of burning pleasure that grows hotter the more frantic their thrusts become, the noisier they become as they fuck you in tandem. 

You give yourself to them mindlessly. 

Until Taeyang slides a hand under your head to lift you up, prodding his cock back into your mouth. 

You take him pliantly as he starts to fuck into the tight space, groaning low. 

“Perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t ya?” He gasps mindlessly, twitching in your mouth. 

Your only let your jaw fall wider, gagging around him when he starts to fuck into your throat, but you just take it. 

Shota’s whining under you, pretty scarlet lines blooming on his chest from your nails dig down. “F-Feels so good like this,” he gasps, slamming up into you as much as he can with what the tight space can allow. 

“So fucking tight,” Jongseob grunts from behind you, hands gripping tight on your hips as he pounds into you. “Shit, not g-gonna last long…”

You moan around Taeyang, your own body pushed closer and closer to its limits. Your neglected pleasure won’t stay intact for much longer, but the recesses of your mind still fears what might happen if you let go too soon. 

Taeyang cums in your mouth without warning, pushing in deep to spurt down your throat with a ragged groan.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling out as you start coughing, roughly pushing the little bead of release escaping the corner of your mouth back into your tongue with his finger. “Don’t waste it.”

You’re barely recovering from Taeyang, your body jerking under Shota and Jongseob’s brutal thrusts, when Intak shoves his way in, seating himself in your mouth. 

You bristle under the sudden intrusion but Intak holds you in place with a hand behind your head, starting to fuck frantically into your tongue. 

“Sorry, noona,” he breathes, his head tilting back at the warmth of your mouth. “C-couldn’t help it, need to cum again.”

You don’t complain, not that you can, as he chases his pleasure from you. 

Someone takes your hand, wrapping it around their cock for them to fuck into your fist—Keeho, you think, but everything is too blurry now to tell as the four men use your body, fucking you and your mind to tatters practically. 

You start to convulse under the onslaught of sensation, the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter. 

It’s impossible to stop it now, you don’t have a tethered bone in your body to stop it from happening. 

You try to warn them, but it’s a fruitless attempt. 

Your orgasm barrels through you violently, snapping through your body like lightning as you jerk through it, wailing around Intak’s cock. 

It starts a chain effect, Shota spilling into you with a yell as your cunt flutters around him, Jongseob following soon after with how tightly you tense around him. Your hand and forearm grows damp with Keeho finishing himself in your loose fist, and Intak pulls out of your mouth just to paint your face. 

You’re floating somewhere between heaven and earth, body trembling with incessant tremors, mind vacant from anything but the pure bliss. 

Until the dread settles heavily over you. 

Jiung immediately stands to action when he hears the first sob escape you. 

He pushes his way through the bodies, practically knocking Intak to the ground and shoving Keeho aside, urging Jongseob off of you. 

He kneels beside you at the second sob, pushing his hand into your hair. But you turn your face away, burying it in Shota’s shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his heart climbing up his throat. Were they too rough? Did they hurt you? Fuck, he told them to be more thorough with their prep but—

“I failed,” he hears your tiny voice mumble, and his heart effectively crumbles. 

That’s why you’re upset?

Jiung lets out a breath, nudging Shota. Shota gets the hint, gently rolling your body down as he slips out of you with the hiss, moving aside to give Jiung way. 

But even as Jiung tries to pull you closer to him, you bury yourself further into the cushions. 

“Are you hiding from me?” You hear him ask, and even through the haze you can hear the pout in his voice. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, trying to hold in your sniffles but it’s almost like you don’t have control anymore over your body with it being too spent. He slides his hand under your head, forcing you to face him but you squeeze your eyes shut, turning your face into his palm. You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I-I tried, I really did b-but it was too hard, and I couldn’t—“

Your words die when Jiung seals his lips over yours, softly kissing away your woes in an uncharacteristic show of affection. 

“You did so good,” he whispers into your lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. “Don’t apologize.”

His heart swells at your wide, glittery eyes looking up at him in awe. “Y-You’re not gonna… p-punish me?” You manage to ask through your little hiccups. 

If he were Taeyang he would. But he doesn’t have what it takes. 

“No,” he answers, ignoring Taeyang’s little ‘weak’ from behind him. He’ll deal with him later. He stands up, gathering you in his arms. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up.”

“Hey,” Intak pipes up with a whine, sitting up on the ground. “Why do you get to take care of her?”

Keeho snickers from the other couch. “Yeah, Ung, you’re so selfish.”

Jiung merely kicks Jongseob, who yelps ‘I didn’t say anything!’ on the way to your room, telling them over his shoulder to, “Make her food.”

You stay curled in Jiung’s arm as he carries you to your bed, setting you gently onto it. 

He stands to get a towel from your bathroom, coming back to see you watching him intently where you’re splayed. He has to keep himself from ogling your naked body, clearing his throat as he sits on the edge beside you to gently run the towel over your face, working his way down the mess. 

“Jiung,” you say quietly. 

The sound fills him with warmth. He still doesn’t meet your eye. “Hm?”

“You’re still hard.”

His face burns, and he averts his gaze as he runs the towel between your thighs, whispering a quick apology as he brushes against your sensitive core. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, willing his voice not to crack. 

But then you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging him down to your body. He goes down, watching you closely as you lift your weak body. 

His back hits the mattress, the warmth of your body engulfing his as you climb on top of him. He's about to protest again and tell you that you don’t have to, until you align your hips and grind down against his hard on. 

He cuts off with a whine, reminded of the arousal festered in his gut from watching the others take you apart. 

A full body shudder runs through him. You relish in the way his eyes roll back at the simple sensation. 

And then you’re on your back, Jiung climbing on top of you. He tugs off his shirt, but you don’t get the chance to admire his adorned skin before he’s devouring you in a deep kiss. 

You make a questioning sound as he slots himself between your legs, but he just shoves himself free of his clothes then presses the head of his cock through your folds, making you gasp. 

“Let me take care of you?” He asks, begs almost, as he teases at your messy hole, his free hand braced on your hip. 

You don’t have the mind to speak. So you just nod. 

Jiung seats his cock into you with one push, his body shuddering at finally feeling you around him. And it’s so enticing that he just can’t hold back. 

He wants to be gentle, wants to coax you to a sweeter release—but he can’t. 

He pounds into you desperately, shoving himself as deep as he can go with each frantic thrust, quickly going dumb in your pussy. 

His arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place as he splits you open, the rough slap of hips and loud squelch of your messy folds the only sounds besides both your ragged breathing. He buries his face in your shoulder, unable to hold back his whimpers. 

“You feel so—“ He whines, breaking apart with a deep groan when you clench around him, his hips stuttering. 

A moan breaks through your chest when he rolls in deep, just rutting against you desperately. Your arms around him aren’t enough to hold on, he thrashes your body in his arms with each buck of his hips. 

“Jiung,” you whimper, pulsing around him when he pulls out just to fuck his tip into you, teasing you in a way that melts your brain. “Ji, please, m’gonna c-cum, can I…”

He slams into you, his cock twitching inside of you before he pulls out just to slam back in, punching yells out of you each time. 

“Cum for me,” he breathes into your ear, then hooks his hands under your knees, folding them at your sides as he pounds into you, thrusting squarely into that gummy spot inside of you over and over. “C-Cum for me… just for me.”

This one doesn’t feel like the last one—when you cum, you break. 

Your vision whites out, your entire body going taut as your arousal sprays out of you, drenching Jiung and the bed. 

It only spurs Jiung on—he fucks you faster as he barrels through his own orgasm, muffling his cry into your shoulder as he pistons in deep and shoots into you. 

When Jiung comes back to his senses, it’s with his head on your chest and Taeyang standing over him with a bowl of ramen in his hand and a disapproving frown on his lips. 

“Taking care of her, huh?” He tsk’s, placing the bowl on the bedside table. 

Jiung just groans, turning to bury his face in your skin. “Fuck off.”

“Careful, don’t wake her.”

Jiung lifts his head to see your eyes closed, your lips parted as small puffs of breaths pass through. He pushes back the damp hair at your head, a soft smile tugging up at the peaceful sight. 

Taeyang snorts at the spectacle. Though he doesn’t quite blame it on Jiung for the dumbstruck look in his eye. 

But he needs to get to work. 

“Okay, be cooperative,” he says, and doesn’t allow Jiung to question before he rounds the bed to the other side and reaches forward to wrap his arms around both you and Jiung, tugging you to the cleaner area of the bed. 

Jiung bristles, opening his mouth to yell at him but quickly snaps shut when you start to stir. 

They both pause with bated breath, sighing when you lull off again with a breath, and Taeyang gets to work. He manages to pull the dirty sheets out from under your and Jiung’s tangled bodies and get fresh ones on. He wipes you clean after, tossing Jiung a towel of his own, but when he sees Jiung just blinking slowly up at the ceiling, unresponsive, he sighs and wipes him clean himself. 

By the end of it, Jiung is tangled with you again and half asleep. 

Taeyang is hesitant to leave, riddled with the urge to climb into the bed and gather you both in his arms (or maybe push Jiung off). But before he can make a sound decision, the door barges open. 

Taeyang hisses viciously towards the door just as Intak opens his fat mouth to yell something stupid surely, his arms suspended above his head where he’s holding up a can of Arizona.

His expression quickly morphs into apologetic when he sees what he’d nearly disrupted—but instead of turning around and leaving, he just pads in and makes his own space at the foot of the bed.

Naturally, Shota and Jongseob follow him in and take the corner edges of the bed flanking Intak.

Taeyang sighs, half considering beating them out with his shoe. He’s still not used to having to share you.

But he watches as Intak immediately picks a fight with Jiung instead (effectively waking him up) about letting him cuddle you but Jiung only tightens his hold on you.

“You’re clingy after sex,” Taeyang says with a snicker.

Jiung’s eyes snap up to him, sharp and eerily fox-like. “So? At least I’m not one note like you,” he grumbles, making sure to keep his voice low as he nuzzles into your shoulder again.

“One note?” Taeyang muses as he sidles into your other side. “Which note is that?”

“Rude.”

It’s not Jiung that answers.

Keeho finds his way into the room with an armful of gatorade bottles, making his way over to the people pile on the bed to hand them out. 

“It felt great seeing Jiung put you in your place,” Keeho says as he climbs on behind Jiung, wrapping his arms around him.

Jiung makes a sound of protest mid sip, trying to shake the other man off but Keeho just snuggles in harder.

“Maybe I should reward you for that,” Keeho adds lecherously, giggling when Jiung glares at him. But Taeyang doesn’t miss the blush tinging Jiung’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Intak starts, lifting his head. “If you three are gonna fuck can you just hand her over to us so—” He cuts off with a loud squawk as Taeyang chops him over the bed.

The sound wakes you, and you stir with huffs and grumbles. Jiung winces when your elbows start flailing out.

“You guys are so loud,” you grit, turning to bury your face into Jiung’s chest, like you’re trying to carve your way in and use him to drown out the noise.

Somehow, after everything, Jiung starts to feel shy at the display. And it only makes Keeho more annoying, who coos and pinches at Jiung’s reddening cheek.

Jiung doesn’t react, hoping he’ll bore himself out.

Intak pouts, still rubbing his head. “It wasn’t my fault, Taeyang hit me!”

Taeyang narrows his eyes at him. “How childish are you?”

Intak whacks his shin. “You’re childish.”

Taeyang sends him a kick, and Intak’s about to hit him again, until you groan. 

“God!” You snap, huffing and lifting your head to glare. “If you’re not here to sleep, leave.”

Intak immediately settles, mumbling a quiet apology as he attaches himself to your leg. 

But Taeyang, ever the contrarian, gets up to leave. “Whatever you want, princess.” 

Nobody protests. By the time he reaches the door, still nobody protests. It ticks him off, making him turn to glare. 

But then he sees you, a peaceful look on your face as you drift back off in Jiung’s arms, the others wrapped around you protectively in various contorted states. Intak had immediately taken Taeyang’s vacant spot to plaster himself to your back. 

Something about the sight tugs at his heart, pulling him back. 

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically, padding back towards the bed. “I’ll stay.”

He doesn’t miss the small smile that tugs on your lips as he climbs over the bodies to settle on top of you, wedging himself between you and Intak despite Intak’s quiet cry. 

“Simp,” Keeho whispers from behind Jiung. 

“Mhm,” Taeyang hums in agreement, shutting his eyes. “Aren’t we all.”

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In hindsight, leaving your phone unlocked in that den of boundless wolves was a terrible idea, especially with what you left open and forgotten in your search tab in your late night delirium of morbid curiosity. 

But the popcorn was running low and everyone else was too hung up on their pointless argument of the day, so could you really blame it on them when you walk back out to the living room to see them hovered over Intak who had taken your phone to fact check the hot actress’s name?

Yes, but it’s no less mortifying. 

They stare at the screen, jaws agape, some faces (Keeho, Taeyang) beyond amused and some faces (Jiung, Jongseob) beyond red. 

And you have a hankering for exactly what they’re looking at. 

“What,” you start, slow and sharp. “The fuck,” their eyes snap up to you in unison, wide and glittering. “Are you doing?”

It’s silent. 

Until,

“I don’t know, noona,” Intak starts with a wide beam on his face, the apples of his cheeks tinged pink. “Why are you searching up how to give a blowjob?”

The popcorn bowl in your hand clatters to the kitchen counter as you immediately make way to lunge at him. 

But a body intercepts you, catching you around the waist and spinning you away from Intak’s shrieking self. 

“Shota, let me at him!” You yelp, thrashing in his grasp. “Give me back my phone!”

There’s commotion behind you as you continue to struggle in Shota’s iron grip, voices overhauling each other to fight for the phone. 

“Wait, there’s another tab!” You hear Keeho yell, sounding positively overjoyed. “How to please your man in six—”

“Stop!” You cry, thrashing even harder. Your body burns, your head feels dizzy, and you feel like you might actually throw up from embarrassment. 

Shota, sensing your distress, has the decency to let you go. 

You immediately bolt to where Keeho’s sitting on the floor beside Intak, snatching the phone from his grasp before he can even react. 

He jumps back when you do, startled by your speed. “Wait, I wanna see—“

“You,” you snap, ignoring him completely to glare at Intak. You’re seething, breathing heavy, and looking surely vaguely deranged. “Do you have no manners? What makes you think you can just take people's phones?!”

Intak gapes at you, jaw working around empty words as he struggles to defend himself. “I-I just wanted to search up if that was really her—“

“You idiot, I don’t care if—“ You immediately cut yourself when you see his eyes start to glimmer with tears, blinking in an attempt to push them back with no avail. “Okay, that’s not fair, you can’t just cry your way out of every problem.”

He grins then, expression switching in a split second. “Can I kiss my way out of it then?”

Your sputter, Jongseob cutting in before you can. “Please,” he scoffs, roughly shoving Intak’s arm. “Like you haven’t been doing enough kissing.”

Your cheeks flush, mind flitting back to all those mornings that Intak had made you burn your eggs while he kept you distracted with his head between your thighs. It was a lot more than kissing…

“Not enough with how you and Shota are always hogging her,” Intak immediately retorts, shoving him back. 

Memories of morning indulgences fade into late nights in Shota’s chair with Jongseob on the line over a forgotten game, and more late nights in Jongseob’s lap to “keep him warm” while he finishes a round or two. 

“You three are equally terrible,” Keeho cuts in while Shota snickers in the back, then adds under his breath, “Selfish brats.”

He’s not wrong. With how often the younger three steal you away, you rarely get more than a few indulgent kisses with Keeho. 

“We’re getting off topic,” Taeyang, ever the mediator, pipes in. He’s still smirking from where he’s sat on the couch behind Intak, watching you with slitted, mischievous little eyes. “Care to explain?”

Your defenses crawl up your skin, as they always do whenever Taeyang is in the picture. As far as intimacies go since that night two weeks ago, you haven’t shared much with him save for some teasing touches and lingering looks that make you wonder just why he hasn’t initiated anything more like the others. 

Well, like the others except Jiung, the only one who seems to be actively avoiding you. Your eyes glance at him without your permission. He’s tucked himself away to the farthest corner of the big couch, his gaze stuck down to where he picks at his nail. 

You ignore the sting in your chest—whatever, you’re not that greedy.

“If you must know,” you relent with a huff, turning your narrowed eyes back to Taeyang. The only way to fight his can’t-be-damned demeanour is with one of your own. “I just wanted to learn how to repay you guys.”

“Repay?” Shota asks with a blink and a tilt of his head from where he stands.

You shrug your shoulders, dropping onto the bean bag across from where the others are loosely huddled. “You guys have been… giving a lot,” you say for lack of better wording. “And I don’t want to just take and not give forever.”

The grin that grows on Keeho’s lips is smug and a little fond. “Aw, but I like taking care of my princess,” he teases with just a hint of condescension. “You know we like taking care of you.”

The admission is honest. And it makes something warm pool in your belly that’s not just arousal. 

“I know,” you mumble, shuffling to sit up straighter. “But my point still stands. I want to be able to make you guys cum too.”

There’s a pause that settles as they take in your admission, so earnest, leaving you squirming a little in your chair. You think you hear a hitched breath here or there. 

“Yeah?” Intak breathes out eventually, eyes wide and eager as he watches you. “Show us what you learned then,” he says, ever so eager. “From your research.”

Your eyes snap wide open as you peer around the room, keeping your gaze away from the corner. “Here? Now?”

“Is there a better time?” Taeyang asks. He’s leaned back on his elbows, head tilted slightly so that his hair is wisped over his face in a stupidly attractive way. 

You almost glare at him. “I suppose not…”

“Don’t be nervous,” Keeho coos, then starts giggling at his own joke before he even voices it. “Even if we’re not easy it's not like you have to worry about making Jiung cum.”

Your stomach lurches when Jiung’s head snaps up to look at Keeho (and thankfully not you). “What happened last time wasn’t my fault!”

“Oh, then whose was it?”

“It was T—“ He stops himself, seeming to think better as his ears turn pink. He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t get a proper chance last time.”

“Well, have you tried to redeem yourself yet?” Keeho asks with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning over Taeyang’s lap to poke at Jiung. 

Jiung pushes himself farther away while swatting at his hand, refusing to look anyone in the eye. “I—That’s not—“

Taeyang snickers, watching Jiung with an equally amused grin. “Embarrassed?” 

They’re scary together, Keeho and Taeyang. You wonder just how much they would push Jiung, how much they have in the past. 

Jiung’s face turns fire red, and it makes you giggle. 

His eyes snap to you, and you purse your lips together, quickly averting your gaze. 

You can see him narrow his eyes at you from your peripheral. “I don’t think you should be laughing,” he says sharply, and it draws your gaze back to him, lips parting in shock. 

“Excuse me?”

There’s a shift in his gaze. You hate to admit how his gaze makes your skin prickle, like being simply acknowledged by him is what your body’s been craving. Gone is the fidgety, nervous mess that Jiung is whenever he would get near you after that fateful night. Before you is the Jiung who’d commanded you with just his voice, the one who’d made you nearly cum on just the sound alone. 

“How about you try it? You wanna make us cum?” He asks, and something about the way his eyes sharpen, the way his voice lowers, it makes you inclined to obey his every word. “Don’t cum without making us finish first. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”

It lights something in your chest, something hot and vengeful. You meet his narrowed eyes with your own. Jiung’s known to be stubborn but you’re no better, especially in the face of a challenge. 

“Does everything have to be a game with you people?” You scoff, though you’re already tracing him over, willing yourself to recall every one of his weak spots. 

Jiung notices, and places the pillow in his lap aside, like he’s giving you free reign to try. It makes you want to claw at him. 

“Didn’t you have a good time last time?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts to sit closer to the edge of the couch, parting his legs almost in invitation. “Come on. Show us what you learned from your research.”

The way he says ‘research’ with a hint of condescension to his voice makes your head burn with the need to shut him the fuck up. It also makes the space between your legs burn, but you don’t concern yourself with that. 

Six pairs of eyes watch you as you rise to your feet and make your way to Jiung. It almost feels like that night, with you all exposed and vulnerable for the taking, except entirely different because now it’s not just one on one, or three on one. 

You barely survived the last time, and if this leads to anything like that… you can’t imagine how you’ll survive this time. Especially now that you can’t come.

You drop to your knees in the space between his legs, your eyes locked onto his heated ones. They’re dark, almost entirely swallowed by his pupils as he watches you. 

No one says a word as they watch you watch each other. Almost like they’re waiting in bated breath, unsure of who might lash out first. 

“And if I win?” You ask, resting your hands on his knees, a light touch that makes his legs give a minuscule twitch. “What do I get?”

He huffs out a tiny laugh, short and breathy as he reaches to card his hand through your hair, pushing the tresses back and nudging you closer with his hand on the back of your head. “As if you don’t have enough?” He clicks his tongue. “I didn’t take you for being greedy.”

But you don’t give to his push, your lips pulling up when his brows pinch together at your disobedience. “And I didn’t take you for being a pussy.” 

He scowls at you, but you cut in before he can retort. 

“It’s only fair.” You slide your hands slowly up the expanse of his thighs, his muscles tensing under the heat of your palms. You preen internally, at how you have him under the control of your touch this time. Is this what gives Taeyang his giant ego? “Reward and punishment, isn’t it?”

“She’s got a point,” says the devil, Taeyang, himself. He’s not too far now, moved closer to Jiung on the couch. 

Jiung works his jaw, his fingers gripping down and digging into your skull. “We can make you cum however you want. Your pick.” 

The prospect makes you smile. “I can work with that.”

“Good. Now are you gonna shut up and—“ He cuts off with a hiss, head tilting back when you cup your hand over the strained tent in his lap and firmly knead down. 

It’s a nice feeling under your palm, not entirely unfamiliar as Intak had guided your hand clumsily over himself during one of your quick chases for relief, but it’s never been anything exploratory. 

You shift your hand, finding the thick length of his shaft, and slowly drag a tight hand along it over the fabric of his pants. 

Jiung grits back a choked groan, his hips bucking up to chase the touch. 

“So sensitive,” you coo without thought, but you don’t get to savor it before he’s shoving your hand off of him and reaching for his waistband. 

“Don’t stall,” he says, pushing down his sweats and his boxers down to his thighs. You’re reunited with the sight of his cock, half hard as he takes it into his hand and gives it a firm tug. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, at the pearly drops gathered at his flushed tip. “C’mon.” He puts his hand on the back of your head again, urging you forward. “Show me what you learned.”

You could fight back. Or you could just make him weep. 

So you give under his pull this time, bracing your hands in his thighs once more, and rise up on your knees to take him into your mouth. 

Your lips wrap snug around his tip, the musky taste of him bursting on your tongue at the first swipe along his slit.

You hum at the unfamiliar taste, following your instinct to give it a suck to taste more of him on your tongue. 

Jiung’s fingers tighten in your hair, digging down to push you. 

You give under the push, sinking down to take more of his length. The intrusion is foreign and makes your throat clench when his tip brushes the back of your mouth, but the details from the article you’d read just last night flit back to you. 

You breathe in deep through your nose and let your muscles relax around him, and only then do you push to take just a bit more. 

It’s too much. Your throat clenches around him uncomfortably and you pull off immediately, coughing into your arm. 

Keeho somehow appears on your left (he must have moved at some point from Taeyang’s side) and reaches to brush your hair back. 

“She’s so eager,” he teases, almost obligatory, because then he’s wrapping a gentle hand under your jaw and guiding you back to Jiung’s cock. “Don’t take too much too quick.”

“We shouldn’t be allowed to help,” you hear Taeyang mumble. 

You flush under the careful watch, wrapping your hand around Jiung’s base as Keeho guides you to take Jiung back in your mouth regardless of what Taeyang says. 

“You’re just a bitch Tae,” Keeho says distantly, too focused on the way your lips stretch around Jiung, who’s already starting to look a little too affected so early on. “She went through all that trouble of learning, best we can do is guide her through it. Isn’t it, princess?” He hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the apple of your heated cheek. He revels in the little whimper you let out, his own cock stirring in his jeans as he lets his hand join Jiung’s to push you down a little further. “You’re gonna take all our cocks aren’t you?” He whispers in your ear, chuckling at the choked sound you give. “Gonna make us all cum like our good little whore?”

He wants to push you more, but he gets yanked back by Jiung’s hand on the back of his collar. 

“Stop interrupting her,” he snaps, shooting him a nasty side glare before turning back to watch you as you slide up to suckle at his tip. 

Keeho rolls his eyes but relents, settling to palm himself through his jeans. He can be patient. For now.

But all of that noise goes over your head, because you’re too caught up in the heady taste of Jiung on your tongue. 

His hand stays a steady presence in your hair, not quite pushing anymore, but there to remind you that he will if he needs to. 

But he doesn’t need to, not when you start a steady pace of sinking down to take half his length then slip up and work the gummy head with your tongue while your hand works whatever you can’t fit in your mouth.

It’s clumsy at first, exploring and learning, but your movements become sharper by the second. The sounds are lewd, wet and filthy, mingling among the heavy breaths here and there not just from you. 

You glance up to see Jiung’s blown eyes steadfast on you, his cheeks flushed, his brows pinched and lips slightly bitten. He’s breathing heavily, a sure sign that you’re doing something right. 

The sight of him shoots electric heat right to your core, where you can feel yourself dampening by the second. Your thighs are pressed together to quell some of that helpless desire, but it’s not enough. Whatever, it’s not like you can do much about that anyway—you’re not sure you can handle one of Taeyang’s punishments if he deems you worthy of one for failing Jiung’s challenge. 

The state that Jiung was left in that night… you don’t think you’d survive.

You look up at him again. He’s got his head tilted back, lips parted as he pants. Your clit gives a pathetic throb—what you’d do to get him in that state yourself. Maybe you really are starting to understand Taeyang. 

Taeyang, who’s sitting at your right and palming himself through his sweats. He notices that you’re peering up through your lashes, of course he does, and gives you a lazy, smug little smile. 

But you don’t pay it any mind, your eyes locking onto the thick bulge straining the fabric. 

Your mouth slows down on Jiung, opting to stay and suckle at the tip as if you’re almost entranced by the sight of Taeyang’s hand wrapped over himself, pulsing down to relieve himself. Your hand gives an involuntary twitch. 

Jiung’s hips buck up, his tip poking up into the side of your cheek and nearly grazing against your teeth.

“Come on,” he whispers under his breath impatiently, and it spurs you back. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking tightly around his cock as you slide down and up, and Jiung lets out a satisfied groan over you. 

“There you go,” he sighs, nails gently grazing into your scalp. “Good…”

It makes you whimper around him, the sound making him buck up into your mouth again. You can’t really tell if he’s getting close just yet, but you know you’re winding him up to it. Maybe you just need to double your efforts. 

But you can’t, because Taeyang takes the hand you have holding onto Jiung’s knee and places it right over his own erection. 

Your hand twitches at the sudden feel of him, your mouth faltering again, eyes snapping to the side to watch as Taeyang kneads your hand down with the guide of his own hand splayed over yours. 

He’s hot under your hand even through the fabric, thick and pulsing and impossibly hard. You’d nearly forgotten just how big he is. 

Without thinking, you reach up to his waistband and tug down. 

Taeyang smirks, lifting his hips to shuck his sweats and boxers down, letting himself spring free as he settles to sit closer, almost flush against Jiung’s side.  

Jiung doesn’t protest, can’t really when you eagerly grasp Taeyang in your hand. He can’t be that greedy when he’s given you such a long task. And he doesn’t quite hate the pained hiss Taeyang lets out when you drag your fist up his cock, the touch too dry to be pleasurable. 

But Jiung does hate it when you move off of him to reach over and take Taeyang’s cock into your mouth. He also hates that his dick twitches at the sight of your lips stretched around the thick girth as you struggle to take him in and slick him up with your tongue. 

Taeyang’s hand twitches at his side but before he can get his grubby hands on you, Jiung pulls you off of him with his hand back in your hair and not so gently pulls you back to himself. Fuck not being greedy, he is. For you he is, and he’s been watching the others have their fill of you for the past few weeks while all he did was watch from a distance and wallow at his own pathetic self. 

“Jesus,” Taeyang scoffs at his side, but Jiung can’t bring himself to care as he feeds you his cock again, sighing at the warmth of your mouth engulfing him. “Didn’t take you for a pusher, Jiungie.”

Jiung scowls at the nickname, gripping down on your hair when you sink further, enough to have him hitting the back of your throat with each bob of your head. He shudders at the sensitivity. 

“Tired of not getting what I want,” he muttered passively, blinking back the haze that’s starting to cloud his vision. 

Taeyang lets out a pleased groan, and Jiung glances over to see that you’re working him with your fist at the same pace you’re working your mouth. 

He watches as Taeyang’s face twitches each time you pass over your tip, twisting your hand around it with each upstroke. Whatever article you’d read on that must have been good. Or you’re just a natural. 

Whatever it is, Jiung feels a twisted sense of pleasure fester in his chest at Taeyang being so affected by so little. 

“Sensitive?” Jiung asks, not bothering to mask the condescension dripping from his tone. 

Taeyang opens his fluttering eyes and laughs breathily, looking down at where Jiung is starting to subconsciously buck his hips up to meet your mouth. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Taeyang says, brows pinching and teeth gritting when your hand starts to pick up the pace. “Close?”

Jiung doesn’t know what it is that sets off that competitive fire in him, but he thinks that somehow, cumming first would mean losing to Taeyang. And he can’t allow that to happen. Again.

“Not even,” he lies, willing that heat in his gut to loosen. But it’s there and it’s insistent with each swirl of your tongue over his cock, with each little suckle you give his tip every time you drag up. 

“Good. Me neither,” Taeyang says, and Jiung knows it’s a lie too. 

But you don’t notice, far too busy with the cock in your mouth and the other one in your hand. It’s difficult to coordinate with just them, but it becomes infinitely more so when someone settles behind you, lifts your hips, and starts grinding their hard-on against your clothed cunt. 

You moan at the sharp pleasure that bursts through your body. The groan behind you lets you know it’s Intak, and you’re not surprised in the least. 

You are, though, a little miffed when he starts a steady pace rutting into you, distracting you with the heady heat that climbs through your body with his dick slotted right between your aching folds. 

You lose track of both Jiung and Taeyang, your body honed in on the pressure that your body’s been craving for so long. 

And it makes Taeyang impatient, because he reaches over to dig his hand in your hair and starts to guide your head on Jiung with unabashed force. 

Your confused hum gets lost on Jiung as he moans, his hips starting to twitch and tremble under you. 

Another hand wraps around yours on Taeyang’s cock, bigger and rougher than Taeyang’s, and starts to guide your hand at a quicker pace, but with the mess of everything you can’t really care. 

So you shut your eyes and focus, trying to ignore as Intak ruts against you, and hone your efforts. 

It’s enough damage to Taeyang, who knows he’s probably fighting a losing battle because with your hand and Jiung’s hand working his cock, he knows he’s bound to not last. 

And when Jiung sets his mind to something, he’s usually not one to back down (save for some of his more… vulnerable moments). 

But he tries anyway, pushing your head down in Jiung’s lap and forcing you to take him down to the hilt. He only feels a little bad as you gag and sputter around it, but he’s not too guilty when Jiung lets out a choked moan and bows up off the couch. 

But he’s annoying, and he doesn’t cum yet, just spurs his hand over yours to move quicker on Taeyang. 

“You’re a fucking cheat,” Jiung gasps, pushing Taeyang’s hand off to give you some reprieve as you pant and recover. But you don’t waste time, taking Jiung right back down your throat. 

Taeyang’s retort dies on his tongue when Jiung guides your hand to give short, quick strokes at his sensitive tip. He curses as he pulses under the grip, digging his hand into the cushion. 

“You’re just bitter you lost,” he says anyway through his choked grunts. 

His body writhes under the sensation, gasping when your hand twists around the head of his cock before tightly sinking down. His hips start to buck up with a mind of their own, his eyes rolling back when your hand starts those tight, mind numbing strokes along his tip again. 

“You’re a… fuck…” he tries to speaking, but you’re fucking the words out of his head when you move your hand even quicker. “You’re just a s-sore fucking los-er—nngh!” 

Taeyang’s body tenses up off the couch, his head thrown back as he gasps for breath, holding on to the last thread of his control. 

But it snaps when Jiung leans in, whispering into Taeyang’s ear, breath fanning hot against his already heated skin. “Yeah? Then why are you about to cum?”

Taeyang cums with a ragged yell, spurting hot, thick ropes over your rapid hand. Jiung watches his body writhe through his orgasm—and something about the way he moans and whimpers, the way he trembles and twitches under your hand, the way his plush lips part for air, it does Jiung in. 

He curses, grabs your jaw and slides his cock back into your mouth (you’d popped off to focus on milking Taeyang for all he’s worth), and starts to ruthlessly fuck his cock up into your open, pliant mouth. 

He gasps as his orgasm builds, crashing over as he starts to shove his cock deep into your throat uncaring for the way your gag around him. And he seats himself in deep, grinding up into your face as he spills down your throat with a guttural groan, his entire body trembling through the overwhelming crash. 

You start to push at him eventually, and he lets go amidst his daze, his body going liquid into the cushions as you cough his release back over him. 

You’re pretty sure you’re seeing stars, your head spinning and mind reeling all at once. It’s only the insistent pressure of Intak still needily rutting against you that tethers you to reality. 

You don’t really get to recover, because Intak’s arms wind around you from behind and pull you to his chest, seating you on his lap over his needy arousal. 

His breath is hot and damp against your ear. “Can I eat you out?”

You nearly laugh through your daze at just how addicted he is to living with his head between your thighs. But that’s not what tonight is for. 

“No,” you say, reaching back to scratch affectionately into his hair with a pointed grind down on his cock that has him grunting.

You press your lips lazily to his cheek, Jiung’s cum smearing over his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it at all as he turns to you and licks it off your lip before kissing you half heartedly, his mind too caught up in grinding against you. 

“Gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumble into the kiss, lifting off of him. 

He lets out a little whine when you disconnect, only settling when he sees you just stripping yourself of your layers. You hear him hastily pull his own clothes too before pulling you in and slotting cock against your ass. 

You gasp as he starts rocking you down, panting into your ear. “Don’t care, just wanna fuck you,” he whines. 

You click your tongue, moving to raise off of him but his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you right back down. 

“Please, noona, just sit on my cock,” he pleads. 

You feel him against the swell of your ass, hard and pulsing with need, practically begging you to.

“You better listen.” 

Keeho’s voice pulls your attention to him as he raises from where he was sitting, his dick sitting long and pretty in his hand as he works it. 

You watch as he closes in on you, stopping to stand right in front of you. He strokes himself slowly as he peers down at you with lust ridden eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip. 

“If he gets impatient enough he’ll just take what he wants,” he says, voice deep and gravelly. He taps the head of his cock against your lip, smearing the wetness, but something tells you not to do anything without his direct command. “But you’re no stranger to that.”

“No,” you say, letting your breath brush over him. You fight a smile when you see him twitch in his hand. “Have you been watching us, Kyo?”

His smug expression falters for just a second before it livens back into a nearly wicked grin. “Maybe I have,” he says calmly, then hooks the head of his cock against the corner of your lips and pulls, popping out before he digs back in just to push against your teeth. 

You still don’t open. 

His brows twitch, a flicker of irritation that makes you smile. 

But not for long; because then Intak bristles under you, seeming to have had enough. He just wraps one arm around you and hoists you up, his other hand guiding his cock against your sopping cunt. 

You gasp at the blunt pressure, at the sheer size of him as he messily seeks out your hole. You’ve never actually taken him before, only seen him once, and you’re quickly reminded of his size, just shy of Taeyang’s. 

“W-Wait,” you try to say, but Intak ignores you completely. You gasp when he hooks against your entrance and pushes at the same time he pulls you down. 

The stretch as he pierces into you is devastating. Your mouth falls open in a loud cry, your walls clamping down and protesting at the sudden intrusion. 

And Keeho takes the opportunity to bully his cock into your mouth, sheathing himself in to the hilt and making you gag. 

It’s all encompassing, the feeling of being full from everywhere. Your head gets dizzier the longer Keeho keeps himself buried down your throat, cutting off all your oxygen as he keeps you pressed to his naval with a rough hand in your hair. Intak ruts himself even deeper and holds there, panting and whining at the tightness around his needy cock. 

You think you might pass out. 

But then Keeho pulls out completely, squeezing down at his base to stave off his quickly rising orgasm. The look on your face almost did him in, cross eyed and empty headed, purely blissed out. 

You cough, gasping for air as you try to recover, but Keeho doesn’t feel like being too nice tonight. 

“Open,” he says, and his dick jumps at how quickly you let your mouth fall open at his command. 

He grins, stroking his fingers gently in your hair as he holds you in place. “Good bunny,” he whispers, then starts to fuck himself into your warm, pliant mouth. 

You take it so well, humming softly around him with each stroke, gagging just a little each time he brushes against the back of your throat. The pace is languid, merciful for now.

Your eyes flutter closed, lost at the taste of him, at the feeling. But Intak looks like he’s about to burst into tears under you. 

He has to tap your cheek to gain your attention again, and when you blink your hazy eyes open, he places his hand under your jaw to lift you a little. 

“Come on, don’t forget about Takki.” 

Realization flits through the daze in your eyes, and you follow his pull to rise to your knees, bracing your hands against his sturdy thighs, nails digging into the rough denim. 

Slowly, you rise, and Keeho watches as Intak’s eyes roll back, as his body slumps back onto the seat of the couch behind him. 

And when you sink back down, slow and like it takes you a great deal of effort to impale yourself on his cock again, Keeho’s pretty sure Intak is gone. 

He just laughs at the sight, biting back a comment about how pathetic you both look, and lets you set the pace and adjust to his size. 

Soon enough you’re bouncing on his cock with ease, moaning around Keeho like a wanton whore as you chase the burning pleasure which each slam of your hips down on his. Your mission remains a weary thing in the recesses of your mind—you can’t cum without making them cum first. 

But it’s becoming more and more difficult by the second to heed to it, because with Intak filling you up, the ridges of his cock stroking every inch of your gummy walls so nicely, all your body wants to do is fuck until you can’t anymore. 

And you nearly get lost in that feeling, nearly let yourself chase that release. 

Until Keeho grips down on your hair and starts to pound his cock into your mouth, uncaring for the way it makes you gag each time he breaches your throat. 

“Fuck,” he hisses above you, his gut coiling at the sight of tears brimming your eyes. But you don’t protest, dutifully taking it as he ruins your throat while you keep fucking yourself down on Intak, though you get clumsier by the second. 

Intak is just a mess—moaning and writhing about how noona feels so good, gonna make him cum—he won’t even bother with that. 

Keeho’s too focused on you fucking yourself dumb, letting yourself be used like this. 

“You’re a fucking cockslut,” he laughs, voice breathy and ragged through his moans. He tightens his grasp on your jaw, digging his thumb into your cheek to feel himself through the barrier. “Bet you’re close from this, aren’t you?”

You nod on him, whining when he stops to rub his tip down on your tongue. 

“Yeah? You get off on being used like a cocksleeve?”

Your body gives a quick jerk, like the words were a physical thing threatening to pull your orgasm out of you. It makes his cock pulse dangerously against your tongue. 

He grits his teeth, cursing before he starts slamming back into your throat, his pace unforgiving. “Just made for this,” he gasps, the coil in his gut tightening each time you gag on him. You’ve stopping moving on Intak, and Intak starts whining under you, trying to fuck him self up and jerking your body with the movements, but Keeho doesn’t care. 

He continues to selfishly chase his orgasm, uncaring for the way you’re convulsing around him. You keep taking it, not pushing, not pulling, just taking. 

And it ruins Keeho. He pulls out completely with a pained grunt, fisting himself frantically to completion, holding you in place by the jaw as you gasp and cough and squirm. Thick ropes of his cum spurt out as he finishes with a low grunt, painting your face in pearly white streaks. 

Your mouth opens subconsciously, trying to catch his release, and Keeho groans, his cock giving another pathetic little kick at the sight. He indulges you, pushing his tip down on your tongue to smear the rest of his release before pulling back. 

You hum at the taste, your body nearly giving out, until Intak, who’s had just about enough, lifts you up and pushes you down onto all fours. 

You yelp, scrambling to catch yourself on your hands but Intak pushes you down with a hand between your shoulderblades, arching your ass up to meet his hips where he still remains buried inside you. 

“Sorry, noona,” he heaves. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Then he starts to piston into you with no restraint, punching your breaths effectively out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. It hurts with how rough he is, but it burns so good that he rapidly drives not only himself to his orgasm, but yours too. 

Alarms blare in your head, and you scramble to push him back but it’s a useless attempt. 

“T-Tak, no, ‘m gonna—“

He doesn’t care, holding your hips with both hands, bracing one foot down on the floor so he can pummel into you even harder. 

“Can’t stop,” he pants, barely sane as he chases the frantic heat. “C-Can’t stop, noona, need t’cum in y—fuck!”

His orgasm barrels through him unannounced and he fucks it out in you, babbling for you to take it. 

It nearly pushes you over. But you’re practically ripped away from him, you cunt empty and clenching around nothing but warm cum, as the world spins around before you’re dumped somewhere. 

That somewhere happens to be Shota on the love seat, completely bare of clothes as he wastes no time to shove his hard cock into you. 

You whine, writhing in his hold at the sudden stretch, though it’s not completely unwelcome. 

“No, stop,” Shota pleads, tightening his strong arms around you. “Stay, I’m so hard.”

“Yeah, noona,” sounds a silky voice from behind you, teasing and light as another wall of warmth hovers at your back. “Stay. Or Shota might cry from not getting his dick wet.”

Shota huffs, rutting up into you. “Shut up, Seobie, just get to work.”

You whine as Shota digs much deeper into you. He’s slimmer than Intak, but longer in a way that makes your toes curl. 

“Pushy,” Jongseob chuckles, pressing a warm kiss to your shoulder before he shifts. 

Your mind drifts immediately, too far removed from whatever Jongseob was doing as Shota slowly, shallowly fucks up into you. Not in a chase for anything, just as something to do as he waits…?

Your body seizes up taut, a ragged gasp ripping from your throat as you feel a wet pressure start to prod against your hole—not the one Shota’s currently buried in. 

“S-Seob!” You yell, squirming as you feel the pressure start to circle the tight ring of muscle. 

“Shh, relax,” he coos into your ear, barely pushing against your hole before he starts to circle it again. “It’s just my finger. Gonna open you up first.”

Fuck, you’d nearly forgotten you’d mentioned to him this was something you wanted to try. But you were too drunk on his cock at the time, delirious to what you were saying. It must have stuck with him, if he came prepared to seize any opportunity.

“B-But I’m supposed t’make you…” You trail off with a gasp when he tries to prod into you again.

He presses another kiss to the back of your head. “You will.”

Your knees tighten against Shota’s waist, your hole clenching in resistance when he tries to push in again. Your clit gives a pathetic throb, brushing against the base of Shota’s dick, and you’re quickly reminded of your burning need to cum. 

So you start whining. 

Taeyang knows exactly why. He’d been watching you intently as the others took their turn with you from where he sat, languidly stroking his newly hardened cock. 

“What is it?” He asks, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “Need to cum?”

You nod immediately, squirming, but Shota and Jongseob both hold you still. 

“Please,” you sob, your wide eyes flitting over to Taeyang. “Please, just once, need to… please…”

Taeyang’s about to respond, but Jiung beats him to the punch. 

“No,” he says, prompt and final.

Taeyang looks to his right, raising a brow at Jiung who watches on. He’s hard again where he’s tucked himself back into his pants, but he doesn’t touch. He just watches. 

Taeyang would be impressed if he wasn’t a little pissed off by him. 

His gaze turns back to you at the sob you let out, dropping your head to Shota’s chest as you accept your defeat. 

You’re still fidgety and tense, Jongseob getting a little frustrated when he’s not making any progress. So Taeyang, being the generous hyung he is, slips his hand out of his pants and gets up, making his way over. He doesn’t mind helping. 

You perk up a little at his presence, your eyes immediately locking onto where he’s straining against his sweats where it stands almost eye level with you. 

Taeyang scoffs, reaching down to pull himself out. “Come here,” he says, barely having to guide himself before you’re lifting up to take him into your mouth. He sighs at the wet heat wrapping around himself, brushing his thumb against your hollowed cheeks. “That’s it, you feel better with cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

He doesn’t mind helping as long as it gets him his dick sucked. 

You just hum around him, too dumb to properly respond. But it seems to do the trick, distracting you enough as you languidly suck on him to have your body relax. 

Even Shota latches onto your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it to ease a steady buzz of warm pleasure through your body. 

It relaxes you enough that you don’t even notice Jongseob slip the tip of his finger past your rim. Until he starts to shallowly fuck it into you. 

You bristle at the unfamiliar feeling, too sharp and intruding for your body to handle. But Jongseob quickly grabs your hip, holding you down. 

“Easy, easy,” he consoles, rubbing his hand gently along your spine. “You’re doing good. Just relax, let me in. Just breathe.”

His smooth, low voice thrums pleasantly in your head, easing you down. 

You hum softly as Shota switches to your other nipple, sucking softly at Taeyang’s tip as Jongseob slowly pushes his finger in to the second, then third knuckle until his finger sits fully sheathed into you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, slowly pulling it out just to push it back in. He kisses your shoulder at your trembling whimpers. “I know, love, I know but it’ll feel better soon, promise.”

And it does, slowly but surely. 

He manages to shallowly thrust his finger into you, the stretch becoming more bearable by the second. Your little whimpers spill around Taeyang’s cock where it just sits there on your tongue now, waiting, not pushing. 

Soon enough, Jongseob is pushing a second finger in, making your body crumble onto Shota’s chest. But he doesn’t stop, he guides you through it as he scissors you open. 

Taeyang guides himself back into your mouth with a hand on your jaw, the other carding through your hair. “You’re taking it so well,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You melt at the uncharacteristic gesture, blinking your bleary eyes up at him. “You’re just that greedy for cock, hm?”

He grins at the fresh wave of tears that pool in your eyes when Jongseob starts to push the third finger in, pouring more lube over your hole to make the slide easier. 

But it still devastates you, makes you wail when he sits all three of his fingers to the base. 

“That’s enough,” Taeyang says, showing you some mercy as he pulls out to let you gasp the air threatening to leave your lungs. “She can take it now, hurry up.”

Jongseob clicks his tongue at his pushy tone but pulls his fingers out anyway, watching your hole gape around nothing. The comment dies on his tongue as he slicks himself up generously before pushing against the tight ring of muscle. 

You jolt at the heavy pressure, far more daunting than his fingers. Your whine of protest is barely a whine at all, just a broken sound because you’re too far gone for anything else. 

Then he starts to push in, and it feels like you’re being ripped open, impaled by his hard cock, carved out to make space for him. 

You cry out, your nails digging into Shota’s chest at the overbearing intrusion. 

“Easy,” you hear Taeyang say from above, his fingers scratching down into your scalp. “Slower.”

He’s not talking to you, though you wouldn’t have much of a mind to listen even if he was. You drop your weight on Shota, who’s tense under you from how hard you’re clenched around him. 

Soon enough, Jongseob sheathes himself fully in you. And full doesn’t even begin to explain just what you feel. 

You hear your name, gentle against your ear. 

“Are you okay?” Shota asks from under you. His thumb comes up to brush away the tear rolling down your cheek. 

You let out a stuttered breath, swallowing down the tension in your throat. You breathe out, trying to let go of the tension everywhere else. 

Your body eases slowly as it adjusts to Jongseob’s girth, and you find yourself nodding. 

“Okay,” you manage to slur, whimpering when Shota presses a warm kiss to your lips. 

He uses it as a distraction to buck his hips up slightly, an experimental roll of his hips to see where you are. 

When all you give is a soft, pleasured hum as the base of his cock rubs against your aching clit, he starts to slowly rock his hips up until all you’re doing is panting into his lips. 

Jongseob doesn’t move just yet, not until he feels you relax more around him. He’s struggling too, at the death grip you have around him, but when you start to ease up, he thrusts into you once just as Shota thrusts out. 

You tense up again but it’s momentary, a choked moan escaping you. 

Jongseob thrusts in again, and again, then starts to fuck into you at a steady pace, pulling out when Shota pushes into your cunt. 

Your body is completely liquid, molten against them to mould and move as they please, as they take what they want. 

It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just a steady stream of burning pleasure that grows hotter the more frantic their thrusts become, the noisier they become as they fuck you in tandem. 

You give yourself to them mindlessly. 

Until Taeyang slides a hand under your head to lift you up, prodding his cock back into your mouth. 

You take him pliantly as he starts to fuck into the tight space, groaning low. 

“Perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t ya?” He gasps mindlessly, twitching in your mouth. 

Your only let your jaw fall wider, gagging around him when he starts to fuck into your throat, but you just take it. 

Shota’s whining under you, pretty scarlet lines blooming on his chest from your nails dig down. “F-Feels so good like this,” he gasps, slamming up into you as much as he can with what the tight space can allow. 

“So fucking tight,” Jongseob grunts from behind you, hands gripping tight on your hips as he pounds into you. “Shit, not g-gonna last long…”

You moan around Taeyang, your own body pushed closer and closer to its limits. Your neglected pleasure won’t stay intact for much longer, but the recesses of your mind still fears what might happen if you let go too soon. 

Taeyang cums in your mouth without warning, pushing in deep to spurt down your throat with a ragged groan.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling out as you start coughing, roughly pushing the little bead of release escaping the corner of your mouth back into your tongue with his finger. “Don’t waste it.”

You’re barely recovering from Taeyang, your body jerking under Shota and Jongseob’s brutal thrusts, when Intak shoves his way in, seating himself in your mouth. 

You bristle under the sudden intrusion but Intak holds you in place with a hand behind your head, starting to fuck frantically into your tongue. 

“Sorry, noona,” he breathes, his head tilting back at the warmth of your mouth. “C-couldn’t help it, need to cum again.”

You don’t complain, not that you can, as he chases his pleasure from you. 

Someone takes your hand, wrapping it around their cock for them to fuck into your fist—Keeho, you think, but everything is too blurry now to tell as the four men use your body, fucking you and your mind to tatters practically. 

You start to convulse under the onslaught of sensation, the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter. 

It’s impossible to stop it now, you don’t have a tethered bone in your body to stop it from happening. 

You try to warn them, but it’s a fruitless attempt. 

Your orgasm barrels through you violently, snapping through your body like lightning as you jerk through it, wailing around Intak’s cock. 

It starts a chain effect, Shota spilling into you with a yell as your cunt flutters around him, Jongseob following soon after with how tightly you tense around him. Your hand and forearm grows damp with Keeho finishing himself in your loose fist, and Intak pulls out of your mouth just to paint your face. 

You’re floating somewhere between heaven and earth, body trembling with incessant tremors, mind vacant from anything but the pure bliss. 

Until the dread settles heavily over you. 

Jiung immediately stands to action when he hears the first sob escape you. 

He pushes his way through the bodies, practically knocking Intak to the ground and shoving Keeho aside, urging Jongseob off of you. 

He kneels beside you at the second sob, pushing his hand into your hair. But you turn your face away, burying it in Shota’s shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his heart climbing up his throat. Were they too rough? Did they hurt you? Fuck, he told them to be more thorough with their prep but—

“I failed,” he hears your tiny voice mumble, and his heart effectively crumbles. 

That’s why you’re upset?

Jiung lets out a breath, nudging Shota. Shota gets the hint, gently rolling your body down as he slips out of you with the hiss, moving aside to give Jiung way. 

But even as Jiung tries to pull you closer to him, you bury yourself further into the cushions. 

“Are you hiding from me?” You hear him ask, and even through the haze you can hear the pout in his voice. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, trying to hold in your sniffles but it’s almost like you don’t have control anymore over your body with it being too spent. He slides his hand under your head, forcing you to face him but you squeeze your eyes shut, turning your face into his palm. You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I-I tried, I really did b-but it was too hard, and I couldn’t—“

Your words die when Jiung seals his lips over yours, softly kissing away your woes in an uncharacteristic show of affection. 

“You did so good,” he whispers into your lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. “Don’t apologize.”

His heart swells at your wide, glittery eyes looking up at him in awe. “Y-You’re not gonna… p-punish me?” You manage to ask through your little hiccups. 

If he were Taeyang he would. But he doesn’t have what it takes. 

“No,” he answers, ignoring Taeyang’s little ‘weak’ from behind him. He’ll deal with him later. He stands up, gathering you in his arms. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up.”

“Hey,” Intak pipes up with a whine, sitting up on the ground. “Why do you get to take care of her?”

Keeho snickers from the other couch. “Yeah, Ung, you’re so selfish.”

Jiung merely kicks Jongseob, who yelps ‘I didn’t say anything!’ on the way to your room, telling them over his shoulder to, “Make her food.”

You stay curled in Jiung’s arm as he carries you to your bed, setting you gently onto it. 

He stands to get a towel from your bathroom, coming back to see you watching him intently where you’re splayed. He has to keep himself from ogling your naked body, clearing his throat as he sits on the edge beside you to gently run the towel over your face, working his way down the mess. 

“Jiung,” you say quietly. 

The sound fills him with warmth. He still doesn’t meet your eye. “Hm?”

“You’re still hard.”

His face burns, and he averts his gaze as he runs the towel between your thighs, whispering a quick apology as he brushes against your sensitive core. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, willing his voice not to crack. 

But then you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging him down to your body. He goes down, watching you closely as you lift your weak body. 

His back hits the mattress, the warmth of your body engulfing his as you climb on top of him. He's about to protest again and tell you that you don’t have to, until you align your hips and grind down against his hard on. 

He cuts off with a whine, reminded of the arousal festered in his gut from watching the others take you apart. 

A full body shudder runs through him. You relish in the way his eyes roll back at the simple sensation. 

And then you’re on your back, Jiung climbing on top of you. He tugs off his shirt, but you don’t get the chance to admire his adorned skin before he’s devouring you in a deep kiss. 

You make a questioning sound as he slots himself between your legs, but he just shoves himself free of his clothes then presses the head of his cock through your folds, making you gasp. 

“Let me take care of you?” He asks, begs almost, as he teases at your messy hole, his free hand braced on your hip. 

You don’t have the mind to speak. So you just nod. 

Jiung seats his cock into you with one push, his body shuddering at finally feeling you around him. And it’s so enticing that he just can’t hold back. 

He wants to be gentle, wants to coax you to a sweeter release—but he can’t. 

He pounds into you desperately, shoving himself as deep as he can go with each frantic thrust, quickly going dumb in your pussy. 

His arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place as he splits you open, the rough slap of hips and loud squelch of your messy folds the only sounds besides both your ragged breathing. He buries his face in your shoulder, unable to hold back his whimpers. 

“You feel so—“ He whines, breaking apart with a deep groan when you clench around him, his hips stuttering. 

A moan breaks through your chest when he rolls in deep, just rutting against you desperately. Your arms around him aren’t enough to hold on, he thrashes your body in his arms with each buck of his hips. 

“Jiung,” you whimper, pulsing around him when he pulls out just to fuck his tip into you, teasing you in a way that melts your brain. “Ji, please, m’gonna c-cum, can I…”

He slams into you, his cock twitching inside of you before he pulls out just to slam back in, punching yells out of you each time. 

“Cum for me,” he breathes into your ear, then hooks his hands under your knees, folding them at your sides as he pounds into you, thrusting squarely into that gummy spot inside of you over and over. “C-Cum for me… just for me.”

This one doesn’t feel like the last one—when you cum, you break. 

Your vision whites out, your entire body going taut as your arousal sprays out of you, drenching Jiung and the bed. 

It only spurs Jiung on—he fucks you faster as he barrels through his own orgasm, muffling his cry into your shoulder as he pistons in deep and shoots into you. 

When Jiung comes back to his senses, it’s with his head on your chest and Taeyang standing over him with a bowl of ramen in his hand and a disapproving frown on his lips. 

“Taking care of her, huh?” He tsk’s, placing the bowl on the bedside table. 

Jiung just groans, turning to bury his face in your skin. “Fuck off.”

“Careful, don’t wake her.”

Jiung lifts his head to see your eyes closed, your lips parted as small puffs of breaths pass through. He pushes back the damp hair at your head, a soft smile tugging up at the peaceful sight. 

Taeyang snorts at the spectacle. Though he doesn’t quite blame it on Jiung for the dumbstruck look in his eye. 

But he needs to get to work. 

“Okay, be cooperative,” he says, and doesn’t allow Jiung to question before he rounds the bed to the other side and reaches forward to wrap his arms around both you and Jiung, tugging you to the cleaner area of the bed. 

Jiung bristles, opening his mouth to yell at him but quickly snaps shut when you start to stir. 

They both pause with bated breath, sighing when you lull off again with a breath, and Taeyang gets to work. He manages to pull the dirty sheets out from under your and Jiung’s tangled bodies and get fresh ones on. He wipes you clean after, tossing Jiung a towel of his own, but when he sees Jiung just blinking slowly up at the ceiling, unresponsive, he sighs and wipes him clean himself. 

By the end of it, Jiung is tangled with you again and half asleep. 

Taeyang is hesitant to leave, riddled with the urge to climb into the bed and gather you both in his arms (or maybe push Jiung off). But before he can make a sound decision, the door barges open. 

Taeyang hisses viciously towards the door just as Intak opens his fat mouth to yell something stupid surely, his arms suspended above his head where he’s holding up a can of Arizona.

His expression quickly morphs into apologetic when he sees what he’d nearly disrupted—but instead of turning around and leaving, he just pads in and makes his own space at the foot of the bed.

Naturally, Shota and Jongseob follow him in and take the corner edges of the bed flanking Intak.

Taeyang sighs, half considering beating them out with his shoe. He’s still not used to having to share you.

But he watches as Intak immediately picks a fight with Jiung instead (effectively waking him up) about letting him cuddle you but Jiung only tightens his hold on you.

“You’re clingy after sex,” Taeyang says with a snicker.

Jiung’s eyes snap up to him, sharp and eerily fox-like. “So? At least I’m not one note like you,” he grumbles, making sure to keep his voice low as he nuzzles into your shoulder again.

“One note?” Taeyang muses as he sidles into your other side. “Which note is that?”

“Rude.”

It’s not Jiung that answers.

Keeho finds his way into the room with an armful of gatorade bottles, making his way over to the people pile on the bed to hand them out. 

“It felt great seeing Jiung put you in your place,” Keeho says as he climbs on behind Jiung, wrapping his arms around him.

Jiung makes a sound of protest mid sip, trying to shake the other man off but Keeho just snuggles in harder.

“Maybe I should reward you for that,” Keeho adds lecherously, giggling when Jiung glares at him. But Taeyang doesn’t miss the blush tinging Jiung’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Intak starts, lifting his head. “If you three are gonna fuck can you just hand her over to us so—” He cuts off with a loud squawk as Taeyang chops him over the bed.

The sound wakes you, and you stir with huffs and grumbles. Jiung winces when your elbows start flailing out.

“You guys are so loud,” you grit, turning to bury your face into Jiung’s chest, like you’re trying to carve your way in and use him to drown out the noise.

Somehow, after everything, Jiung starts to feel shy at the display. And it only makes Keeho more annoying, who coos and pinches at Jiung’s reddening cheek.

Jiung doesn’t react, hoping he’ll bore himself out.

Intak pouts, still rubbing his head. “It wasn’t my fault, Taeyang hit me!”

Taeyang narrows his eyes at him. “How childish are you?”

Intak whacks his shin. “You’re childish.”

Taeyang sends him a kick, and Intak’s about to hit him again, until you groan. 

“God!” You snap, huffing and lifting your head to glare. “If you’re not here to sleep, leave.”

Intak immediately settles, mumbling a quiet apology as he attaches himself to your leg. 

But Taeyang, ever the contrarian, gets up to leave. “Whatever you want, princess.” 

Nobody protests. By the time he reaches the door, still nobody protests. It ticks him off, making him turn to glare. 

But then he sees you, a peaceful look on your face as you drift back off in Jiung’s arms, the others wrapped around you protectively in various contorted states. Intak had immediately taken Taeyang’s vacant spot to plaster himself to your back. 

Something about the sight tugs at his heart, pulling him back. 

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically, padding back towards the bed. “I’ll stay.”

He doesn’t miss the small smile that tugs on your lips as he climbs over the bodies to settle on top of you, wedging himself between you and Intak despite Intak’s quiet cry. 

“Simp,” Keeho whispers from behind Jiung. 

“Mhm,” Taeyang hums in agreement, shutting his eyes. “Aren’t we all.”

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The question sparked a heat low in your belly, though you were shocked. Slap him?

Before Intak, your sex life had been... fine. A little boring and predictable but alright.

Since being with him, he’d introduced you to a whole new world of pleasure. Nothing too extreme, but far from the vanilla you were used to.

Each new discovery had felt like uncovering a hidden layer within yourself, filled with surprising desires. You never thought you'd be into being the dominant one, but he brought it out of you so easily.

This, though? This was new territory.

You weren't opposed. Not exactly. But nervous? Absolutely. What if you hurt him? What if you did it wrong? What if it killed the mood, shattered this incredible connection you’d been building?

"Intak..." you started, your voice shaky.

He instantly softened, reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "Hey. No pressure. Seriously, none. If it freaks you out, forget I said it. It’s just... a thought." His thumb brushed your skin, his eyes earnest. "You never have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Ever."

His reassurance, the priority he placed on your comfort over his own desire, quelled some of your fears

You were overcome with a new determination to meet him in this strange, new place. You looked into his warm, expectant eyes and saw the flicker of hope he couldn't quite hide.

"No," you whispered, finding your voice again. "I... I want to try it."

His eyes widened, pure joy flooding his face. His lips curved into a dazzling, almost disbelieving smile that forced one onto your own.

He looked so happy, so utterly grateful, that in that moment, you knew you’d move mountains for him if he wanted you to. You’d never deny him anything that could put that light in his eyes.

He didn't mention the topic again.

But when you were alone, you researched. You watched endless videos, read forums filled with discussions about different techniques and angles and pressure. You were still nervous but now you were buzzing with anticipation, especially at the memory of his happy smile.

A week later, Intak lay sprawled beneath you on the bed, his dark eyes wide and fixed on you with adoration. His cock was buried deep inside you as your hips rolled in slow, deep circles that dragged your clit delicious against his base.

Then you lifted yourself almost entirely off, hovering for a second before sinking back down onto his length with a sharp gasp that mirrored his choked groan. You kept the rhythm, up and down, then grinding again as you used his body for your pleasure.

His mouth hung open, soft whines and breathy whimpers escaping him. His eyes were glued to the hypnotic bounce of your titts above him, hands gripping your waist, fingers digging in slightly with each deep thrust you took.

Then as you arched your back, bringing your chest closer to him, his hands slid upwards, fingers finding your nipple.

The added pleasure had you writhing above him. It wasn't unwelcome exactly, but right now, it felt like a distraction from where you were working his cock. You needed control and complete focus.

Fueled by the dominant energy, you brushed his hand away from your chest.

He whimpered when you thrusted down on him particularly hard—a sound of pure need—and his hand drifted back almost immediately, seeking the heat of your skin again.

Almost on instinct, after hours of research and studying, your left hand that was braced beside his head on the mattress, lifted.

In one swift motion, your palm connected sharply with the curve of his cheekbone and Intak’s head snapped sideways with the force, a gasp tearing from his throat.

Then, slowly, he turned his face back towards you as a slow, dumb smile spread across his lips, wide and blissful and slightly dazed. His eyes, when they met yours, were hazy with euphoria.

The sight of pain and pleasure on his face sent a jolt straight to your pussy as you clenched around his cock, a new wave of intense pleasure washing over you so powerfully it made your thighs tremble, drawing a shudder from your own lips.

He bit his lower lip, his gaze locked onto yours, dark and pleading and so needy. He wanted more.

Drunk on power and his surrender, you wrapped your hand firmly around his throat.

You used the grip as leverage, pulling yourself down onto him harder, fucking yourself onto his cock with a new intensity.

Beneath you, pinned by your hand and your body, Intak looked... transcendent almost. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before reopening, gazing up at you with a look full of worship, a contented sigh escaping his constricted throat.

He looked as if where he was, under your body and at your mercy as you rode him, was the only place in the entire universe he ever wanted to be.

You tightened your grip just slightly and his cock pulsed inside you, on the edge of release.

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You knew when you married jay, that your marriage wouldn’t be a normal one. Your husband is a successful idol and his schedule is packed. Obviously there were some things you weren’t really fond of like his very special fan service and how grumpy he is in the mornings but you can usually see past that. Usually..

This morning before jay had to leave to go perform at a university, the two of you had a fight. He complained about the breakfast not being cooked and not getting enough sleep because you kept tossing and turning. You couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth and just started berating him. That ended in the both of you yelling at each other till he left the house. You were beyond pissed at his audacity and just decided to take the day off work to get pampered at your favourite spa. You enjoyed a few massages and got a facial (not that kind ..yet..) and some other treatments done. After you left the place, you went to a nearby by coffee shop to get a drink and a snack. Once you sat down, you began scrolling on social media. That’s when you saw it. A video of jays show where he’s literally grinding against one of his dancers butt. Another post showed the setlist. The song which he wrote about his love for you wasn’t on there but he always performed it no matter what. You were fuming. The song you could excuse but grinding against his dancer is where you drew the line. You got home, thinking about how you’ll confront him.

A few hours passed and he finally came back home. he went into the living room to see you sitting on the couch, glaring at him. “Woah there, still mad about the fight this morning? If it’s that, i’m sorry my love, i just didn’t sleep well but i know that was no reason for me to raise my voice at you.” he said. Those words kind of made you a bit less mad but you’ll still confront him about the dance. “It’s whatever. But it’s not why i’m mad. I saw a video of you, grinding on your dancer. It’s fine if you take my song out of the setlist but grinding on another woman just because you’re mad is fucked up.” You told him sternly. “Wait, what? I don’t know what you’re talking about, I would never do that.” he said, genuine confusion on his face. You pulled out your phone and went onto instagram to show him the video. He watched for a few seconds before letting out a chuckles “Babe that just the angle.” he told you still laughing before taking your phone and pulling up another video. “See baby? Just the angle. No matter how bad we fight i would never do something like that. Never.” he said in a genuine tone as he took a seat next to you. “Oh..” is all you could utter, feeling dumbfounded. Jay just smiled at you before pulling you into his embrace. “It’s fine my love, everyone makes mistakes and honestly, if i saw that too, i would think the same as you.” he kissed your forehead.

The afternoon passed quickly with you two talking about everything and nothing. As the sun set, jay pulled away slightly. “Let’s go out to eat. I’m craving tteokbokki from that one pub in itaewon.” he said. “Itaewon? We can just make tteokbokki at home, honey. No need to go out.” “I want to take you out, so shush and go get ready we’ll leave in an hour.” he told you before lightly shooing you away. You started getting ready, doing some light make up, styling your hair and finally picking out a cute outfit. You walked downstairs to see jay waiting for you by the door. “Damn, you looking good babe” he winked at you. You just rolled your eyes at him before hooking your arm into his. The both of you got into the car and started driving. Once you arrived at the pub, you took a seat by the window and soon after a waitress came to take your orders. The food arrived quickly and the two of you ate your meals. After eating your food, you stayed for a while for some drinks before deciding to go back home. The ride home was pretty quiet until jay broke the silence. “We should really do stuff like this more often.” he said, quickly glancing your way. “Yeah, I agree but you’re always busy and fully scheduled.”, you answered. “I know baby, but, after i finish touring and promoting, i’ll spend every free second with you, i promise.” he said before stretching his pinky out towards you. You chuckled at him before interlocking your pinky with his.

You arrived back home not long after, finally being back in the comfort of your own home. The two of you got into comfy clothes before cuddling up on the couch to watch some movies. The movie jay put on was a bit much. There was too much action for your liking, which is probably why you fell asleep on jays shoulder. A while later jay noticed and turned the tv off, before slowly lifting your limp body from the couch. He carried you upstairs into your shared bedroom. He laid you down, pulling the covers over your body. After some time you could feel the bed dent from him getting in and instinctively you wrapped yourself around him, falling into an even deeper sleep than before.

The early morning sun shined through the blinds, waking you from sleep. Jay was already awake on his phone. “Good morning sleepyhead.” he said before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss was soft, full of sleep and warmth. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “How’d you sleep baby?” he asked, his arms wrapping around you even tighter. “I slept really good.” you answered, before leaning your head against his chest. He kissed the top of your head before hooking his fingers under your chin to make you look up. “You’re so pretty, i still don’t know how i got to married you.” he told you, his gaze full of love. His remark made you blush and you slightly pushed his chest. “Stop it, i don’t even know what you’re talking about. I’m the lucky one.” you said while giggling. He just smirked at you before meeting your lips once again. This time though, the kiss was much more intense, full of desire. Jays hands went to your hips before pulling you onto his lap. You could feel how hard he was and it made you wet. Your hips started rolling over his clothes hard cock which made you both moan out. Your movements got faster and faster, as you felt your orgasm approaching. That’s when jays hands gripped your hips, stoping your movements completely. You pouted your lips at him, trying to continue humping him, but he wouldn’t let you.

His body shifted, getting you on your back and him on top of you. His lips immediately found yours again, his kisses hot and needy. His hands wandering up and down your body, his lips now kissing your necks, leaving little marks. Jays hands found the waistband of your pyjama pants before hooking his fingers in and pulling them down. He separated from your neck for a moment, pulling down his own pants. He aligned his hard length with your drenched hole before he lightly pushed the head into you. The sensation made the two of you moan out in pleasure. Your hands gripped his shoulders, as his fat cock stretched you open. Once he was fully in, he let you adjust to the stretch before you tapped him, signaling for him to start moving. Jay started off slow, his cock dragging in and out of you at a painfully slow pace. You wanted more, so you tried bucking your hips, hoping for him to get the hint and finny start properly fucking you. He noticed, but he loves seeing you all frustrated over not getting what you want. Shortly after though, the pace was getting boring and he just wanted to make you feel good, so he started moving faster, his hips not thrusting in and out of you rapidly. His cock hit all the right places and you were in heaven. His pace was steady and you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. Jays hand snaked up your thighs before he started circling your clit, adding even more pleasure.

Yeonjun

Standard. Likes you on your back holding onto your hips gently, drinking you in like a starved man. Will wrap his arms around your hips if you try to scoot away, you aren't done until he says so.

Soobin

He definitely wants you to sit on his face, no hovering allowed. Will beg to taste you already lying back on the bed so you can at least sit comfortably. He has definitely finished untouched from eating you out before also.

Beomgyu

I feel like he's pretty open but my brain goes instantly to him on his knees licking up at you while you stand above him gripping his hair leading him in. Will whimper into your cunt while he eats you out jerking himself off in the process.

Taehyun

I also believe Taehyun prefers you on your back. Wrapping your legs around his head, tongue prodding at your entrance while he toys with your clit with his fingers.

Kai

Hear me out… From the back… he loves bending you over, sucking on your clit while his nose presses against your entrance. Smacking your ass softly if you try to pull away.

A/n: I got bored I won't lie….. So I wrote this instead of my wips. Maybe I will make longer one-shots of this if people like any of these!

Yeonjun

Standard. Likes you on your back holding onto your hips gently, drinking you in like a starved man. Will wrap his arms around your hips if you try to scoot away, you aren't done until he says so.

Soobin

He definitely wants you to sit on his face, no hovering allowed. Will beg to taste you already lying back on the bed so you can at least sit comfortably. He has definitely finished untouched from eating you out before also.

Beomgyu

I feel like he's pretty open but my brain goes instantly to him on his knees licking up at you while you stand above him gripping his hair leading him in. Will whimper into your cunt while he eats you out jerking himself off in the process.

Taehyun

I also believe Taehyun prefers you on your back. Wrapping your legs around his head, tongue prodding at your entrance while he toys with your clit with his fingers.

Kai

Hear me out… From the back… he loves bending you over, sucking on your clit while his nose presses against your entrance. Smacking your ass softly if you try to pull away.

A/n: I got bored I won't lie….. So I wrote this instead of my wips. Maybe I will make longer one-shots of this if people like any of these!

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It all happens at once.

The noise— screams of all pitches and encouragements of all sorts, forming a raucous cacophony in the large gymnasium— halts almost immediately; like a vacuum has sucked it all up and the only thing that is left is an eerie stillness as everyone waits in antsy anticipation for the player to serve.

And then he is running up, throwing the ball great lengths into the air and jumping to meet it halfway, hitting the ball with such force and determination you can almost feel the impact yourself. The ball hurtles through the air and crosses the net with such speed you almost don't see it.

But the Japanese team does. Their libero, Yamamoto, crosses the court in a flash and bumps the ball up so high up it gives his teammates half a second to breathe before they are rushing to connect it, the setter, Sekita, tossing the ball higher in the air for Ishikawa to hit it.

The tall Brazilians loom over him like a curse, like bad karma, as determined as the Japanese are, but not nearly as desperate. Ishikawa does not mind them and he bravely hits the ball with as much strength as his worn out body allows him, sending every last bit of energy into this spike, hoping, praying, practically begging for it to work, for the ball to hit the other side of the court with such violence that the Brazilians would not be able to even react before it hits the floor.

The next thing you know, the ball hits the hands of the Brazilians and is spindling down towards the floor at breakneck speed. Yamamoto, Sekita and Ishikawa (when he lands), all throw themselves to the floor in a desperate bid to save it, to not let it touch the floor, to not let all their hard work be washed down into a drain. But to no avail.

The ball hits the floor with a resounding thud. The whistle blows and all at once, the Brazilian supporters leap from their seats and yell and scream and shout with unadulterated joy. Because they have won! They have won the game! And the Japanese have lost. The Japanese team and their supporters are quiet in the wake of their loss. You do not move, almost as if if you did, the bleachers would crack open, the earth beneath the gymnasium would cave in and you would be falling to the floor, through the soil and to the core of the earth.

The three men lift themselves up from the floor with the weight of defeat on their shoulders and their teammates pat their backs silently, looking solemn but trying to be as encouraging as possible. The team gathers at the end line of the court and another whistle blows, signalling both teams to bow. When Ishikawa's eyes hit the floor, so do the tears.

He cries in silent agony, somehow feeling like it is all his fault. He is the captain, he should have led them better than this. He is the ace, he should have been able to hit pass those blocks. He knew hitting hard was risky, he should have been more careful. He should have moved faster, reacted faster, gotten to the ball faster. He should have been sharper, more alert, better. He should have been better.

His teammates shed a few tears too, but not quite nearly as much as Ishikawa. It's unrelenting— his tears. It doesn't want to stop, even when Ishikawa roughly wipes at his eyes in frustration, desperately wanting the raw showing of emotion to stop. Everyone can see him cry in this moment and he hates it.

When Ishikawa and his team begin to move off the court, is when you break from your stunned daze. Quite frankly, you were shocked speechless. You knew Brazil was a tough opponent but your faith in your boys would always trump any form of doubt. You knew they could do it. You knew they would be able to do it. Until they didn't.

You do not see the tears from quite so far away, but when you do, you are ripping yourself from your seat with such great speed, the people around you jump in surprise. You do not care, you do not even really notice before you are sprinting down the stairs, leaping from each flight, ignoring the desperate calls of your best friend and the shocked expressions directed at you as you race to the exit of the court.

"Ishikawa Yuki!" you yell just in case you don't catch them in time. You know you could just call him or meet him at his house but you came as a surprise, and though you'd wish you could surprise him after his victory, you think that surprising him and being able to comfort him in his loss will mean just as much.

At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, eyes wide in shock as he desperately searches the people for your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears and vision slightly blurry. You jump off the rest of the stairs, running to him with flailing arms. And when Ishikawa sees you, you swear you see his lips pout, eyes glossing over as tears run down his face.

You grin and run to him and he drops everything, his water bottle, his towel, his jacket, everything, so that he can hold his arms open for you to run into and give him a big hug. And you do exactly that. You run straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso and shoving your face into his chest, not caring at all that he is drenched in sweat (and possibly tears), not caring at all that almost the whole gymnasium full of people can see the two of you have such an intimate moment, not caring at all because Ishikawa Yuki, the love of your life, is in tears and you have to do everything in your power to stop that.

Ishikawa's arms wrap around you too, holding you so tight and dear to him, you swear the both of you stop breathing. And with you in his arms, he finally crumbles to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes and sobs escaping his throat in ugly, high-pitched hiccups. But he doesn't care, you don't care, he's safe as long as you're here.

"When did you get here? I thought you were only going to touchdown tomorrow," he whispers in between sobs, his shaking, swollen hand coming up to your hair and entangling his fingers with the strands messily. You pull away slightly and pull Ishikawa down so that your chin rests on his shoulder and he can bury his face into your neck, your hand coming up to his sweaty hair to run your fingers through the corse, tangled strands as Ishikawa continues to cry in your arms. This position is so incredibly uncomfortable. After all, Ishikawa is insanely tall and the top of your head doesn't even really reach his neck, and you're sure Ishikawa's back is going to hurt a little later but he doesn't seem to mind at all at the position change, indulging in you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hot breaths that tickle your skin, coming out in pants as he struggles to control his sobs.

"I wanted to surprise you," you say with a fond smile, the hand that was idle on his back coming up to send a wave to his teammates when your eyes meet, even sending one to his coach, who just smiles bitterly at you. His teammates send you rueful smiles and thumbs-ups of approval before they make their way back to the locker rooms, leaving you and Ishikawa to continue embracing at the exit of the court.

Ishikawa lets out a tearful laugh, saying, "Well, I'm surprised alright. I was just thinking about you when you called my name. I almost thought I was seeing things.".

You laugh but do not reply, allowing a comfortable silence to take over as Ishikawa lets all his emotions out in the form of hot, regretful tears. Your hand continues to soothe him with pats and strokes to his back and your hand remains in his hair. Ishikawa's large hands fist your shirt at your waist as his tears and sweat seep into your shirt. You don't mind. Of course, if this were anyone else you would. But this is Ishikawa Yuki, and you love him more than anything else in this world.

"You played so well," you whisper after a while of silence. You can feel Ishikawa wanting to pull away from you but you do not allow him, knowing full well that he wants to pull away to argue with you, to debunk your words with his incessant humility, so you do not allow him. You do not allow him to deny himself the praise he very much deserves because he's worked hard for this, no matter the outcome, he and his teammates have worked his ass off for this, and the least you can do is praise him.

"Yuki, you played very well. Don't try and deny it," you say with a firm voice, hand on his head keeping his chin to your shoulder. At this, he finally laughs and you loosen your grip, allowing him to pull out of your embrace just enough for him to see your face.

His cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are beginning to puff up with all his crying, red beginning to bloom at the corner of his eyes, slowly taking over the white. His smile is nothing short of breathtaking, swollen eyes and red lips curled up brilliantly, smile lines and the corners of his eyes creasing sweetly. You can't help but grin back when you see his smile, nose souring with endearment.

"You know me so well," he comments, fingers coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up just a little bit more. His fingers guide your head just slightly forward before he is meeting you halfway in a sweet kiss, grinning immediately after your lips meet his.

Ishikawa's eyes trace over your every feature, observing, remembering, ingraining; tracing over the curve of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the perk of your lips, the peak of your eyebrows, and the line of your jaw, fingers ghosting over each feature along with his eyes, all the while maintaining the smile on his lips.

Then, he is giving your forehead a sweet kiss before pulling out of your embrace fully, turning around to pick up the things he had dropped when you came running into his arms. He brushes off his jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, holding open the jacket for you to slip your arms into the sleeves, to which you do, before he is hooking the zip and zipping it all the way up to your chin.

In his mind, he laughs at the way you are dwarfed by his jacket. Your hands can barely be seen, only the tips of your fingers peeking out from the sleeves, and the jacket, where it usually ends at his hip, ends almost at your knees. Unconsciously, he smiles and has to physically restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

After he zips up his jacket, he bends down to pick up his towel, draping it over his shoulder before he is bending down once again to pick up his water bottle, having set them down to help you put on his jacket. Then, without a word but with the largest, goofiest grin, he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the court and to the locker rooms in a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined with yours.

ran takahashi .

most of the time, he’s a softie in bed, he could be rough but in some instances only, when he really needs you or when he feels stressed or frustrated. literally a service dom, he always asks permission or are you okay or feel good while doing it.

“is it okay if i go faster, baby?” ran asked you, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily. you gave him a reassuring smile, giving him the permission to do so. “mhm, ‘s okay, bub…”

he gradually increases the pace, as he holds your thigh up for more access, as the other one is underneath your abdomen, feeling his bulge piercing through it, “feel good?”

“ngh… y-yes… feels soso good…” you moaned, eyes rolling back, feeling his cock nearly hitting the spot. all you need is for him to be a little bit more faster and to make him press his cock even further. “can you go a bit faster and rougher than usual, bub?”

“are you sure?” he asks you in a gentle manner and a hint of concern in his tone. “y-yes please, ‘m almost there…” you pleaded, and he nodded, he does one sharp thrust, making you gasp before he thrusts his cock in even faster. you swore that you almost felt like you were in cloud nine when he pressed his cock even further, making him reach the spot you wanted him to be in the most.

“fuck, that’s it! agh!” you whimpered as he hisses in satisfaction, he felt your walls clench into his cock, as he uncontrollably thrusts his cock in and out of your pussy, his mind lost in the bliss.

“been wanting to have you like this, gonna make sure you cum all over me, princess…”

yuki ishikawa .

if you get this man in his nerves or when he loses a match while also being sexually frustrated, you better be nervous. definitely the type who wouldn’t let you touch your own pussy because he firmly believes that he’s the only one who could make you feel good. could make you dumb over his cock & can be degrading at times.

“i-i’m sorry, yuki! agh!” you cried from pleasure, feeling lightheaded as your face buried in the pillow, making you suffocated. yuki rams your insides from behind, thrusting into you in an animalistic pace. “look at you, i think your slutty pussy’s clenching.. are you cumming, hm?” he coos at you, as he slaps your clit, making you yelp in pleasure.

“agh! p-please, please! i-i’m sorry for touching! i’m about to cum!” you pleaded, letting out soft cries, thinking he would try to tone it down a bit, but your pleas never fazed him from what you did to him behind his back while he’s away.

he grabs your hair, making you lean his chest, he whispers, “see, if you really want to cum, then why did you break my rules?” as he grabs your neck, choking you with his hands, making you lose your breath even more.

“i-i… ngh– fuck!” your brain short circuited, as no answer was coming out of your mind, and the only thing that you’re thinking is to cum all over his cock.

“such a dumb cockslut, can’t even answer me properly,” he pushed you back, as he grabs your waist, thrusting you in and out of his dick as if you’re a fleshlight, your head landing back to the tear and drool stained pillows.

“c-can’t take it– agh! please!” your legs were already quivering from pleasure, nearly cumming any second. he knew that you’re about to cum when your legs start to shake, but as a punishment, he pulled out his dick, making you clench over nothing. “w-why… why would you–“ you hiccuped, as cry out of frustration because you wanted to cum so bad, but he chose to stop when you were literally about to cum.

“impatient cumsluts don’t deserve it, so why would i continue?” maybe breaking the rules after him losing a match and being punished like this was not in your bingo card.

kento miyaura .

probably gives one of the best oral & you cannot convince me otherwise, like have you seen him when he shows off his tongue… it’s quite long & thick… him eating you out + fingering = heaven sent … probably tends to forget that you’re already being overstimulated, but he just can’t get enough of you & also thinks you’re really cute when you get all overstimulated by him, that’s why he can’t get himself to stop.

“k-kento… f-fuck… i– agh….” you moaned in estacy, your hands grabbing on to your bedsheets while his mouth attached to your clit as his tongue moves in a circular motion around the bud, while two of his long fingers are ramming your insides. you were losing it because it gets faster and faster every second.

“what baby?” he detached his mouth away, looking at your eyes from above as he continues to finger you, gradually getting faster. “i… y-you know i get overstimulated when you do– ngh! that…”

“go baby, i’d like to see you try and stop me,” he teases you, flashing a smirk before he reattached his mouth to your clit, making harsher and faster circular motions. your eyes were flickering from pleasure, your thighs started to quiver as his other hand had to hold your thigh to keep your legs from closing.

“fuckfuck! ‘m almost there!” you grabbed his hair as you arched your back, eyes rolling back from the pleasure hiking up to your senses. “ken– p-please! agh..!” you whimpered, thighs shaking as your cum on his fingers, detaching his mouth away from your clit. he pulls out his fingers away from your pussy, feeling empty and passing out from how hard you came.

he climbs back to the headboard, where you’re laying down, as he noticed your eyes were already falling. “woah there, babe! don’t sleep on me! do you really think were done?” kento slaps your cheek playfully, refraining you from sleeping. “w-what do you mean?”