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like the time jake got stupidly drunk at a house party at the age of seventeen, and jay had to haul his half–conscious ass back through the window of his bedroom while sunghoon knocked on the front door and entertained jake’s father from finding out.

or the time jay accidentally broke the school’s window and to prevent him from getting suspended and kicked out of the football team, jake stepped forward and took the blame—”i threw it too hard to impress a girl, sorry.” he flashed that innocent puppy smile and accepted the week’s detention without complaint. jay never forgot it and paid him back by covering his shifts for two whole weeks.

but the real payment was the tighter bond between them.

“ride or die,” sunghoon had said once. and in a world where friendships were shallow and people stabbed each other in the back, the three of them were unbreakable. like a stream of water, it cannot be cut—

but even the strongest stream can be diverted when the faucet is turned.

——

 funny enough—the first time jay saw you was during one of his football friendly matches. 

it was a casual friday afternoon game, nothing serious, just the medic faculty versus the business for bragging rights and free drinks afterward. jay was on the field in his number 99 jersey, sweat already soaking the back of his neck under the orange sun.

his girlfriend, minji, was sitting in the small bleachers with a couple of her friends, waving at him every time he glanced her way. he’d blown her a kiss before the whistle, the perfect boyfriend move that made his teammates tease him later.

and you weren’t even supposed to be there for him. 

you were merely just a friend with one of the strikers in his team—and had come along because he (martin) had begged you to at least pretend to cheer so he doesn’t look like a loser. you sat on the grass near the sidelines, knees pulled up in those pretty shorts and prettier top. 

you weren’t attention seeking or loud, but jay found his eyes travelling to you more often than he’d like to. light, genuine laughter that cut through the noise of the field and scored him square in the chest. he almost lost the ball.

and if it wasn’t after the match that everyone gathered near the benches to talk about what happened and martin pulled you in to join the conversation. you, being youself—ever so friendly and talkative you, even prettier up close and funnier than most girls he know—chatted with the rest of the boys like you’d known them for months.

jay stood there, still catching his breath, tower slung over his shoulder, watching you. the conversation flowed naturally and he found himself grinning wider than he should, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved when you smiled.

“you played so well. even if your team totally got lucky on that last goal,” you commented, casually sitting next to jay on the bench. jay laughed, humming. “yeah? that never happened by the way—so it was probably your luck.”

you raised an eyebrow, amused, turning your body slightly toward him. “you think so?”

the way you said it made something in his chest tighten in the best way possible. most girls would either just giggle or try too hard, but you looked like you were genuinely enjoying the back–and–forth. 

he leaned back on the bench, resting his elbows behind him. his jersey clung to his chest, damp with sweat, but neither of you care. for once, he was grateful his girlfriend wasn’t around.

“maybe,” he replied, that smirk tugging at his lips. “or maybe you’re bad luck for the other team. every time you cheered us, their defense fell apart. i saw it.”

you let out the laugh that got him almost distracted on the field earlier—and shook your head. “you’re so smooth, jay. do you use that line on every girl who watches your game?” 

uh, oh. 

his smirk faltered for half a second. he let out a quick, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck to play it cool. “of course not,” he said, chuckling a little too loudly. “that would be way too cheesy. i swear i’m not that kind of guy.”

you tilted your head, studying him with glint in your eyes. then, casually, almost too casually, you dropped it—

“i thought so! you kept blowing kisses to a girl earlier. i saw it.”

jay went quiet.

the easy smile on his face froze. his fingers tightened slightly around his water bottle as the words landed. he swore—he swore—he didn’t mean to come off as flirty or anything, but it just… came out naturally. 

like it was just you.

for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. he hadn’t even realised you’d noticed that. 

“yeah, well…” he started, voice trailing off. he looked away for a second, heartbeat drumming fast, searching for the right words that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete asshole. 

before he could finish, you broke into a soft giggle and waved your hand lightly in front of him. “i’m just joking, hehe,” you said, mischievous. “relax. you don’t have to look so guilty.”

jay let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the tension in his shoulder easing as he laughed along. you were teasing him, but the way you said it so playfully made his tummy flip. 

he finally met your eyes, watching the way your lips curved when you smiled like that. relax. you don’t have to look so guilty. then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out to you. 

“put your number in,” he said, smoother and calmer now. “next time we play, you could be our lucky charm again.” 

you’re not stupid. if anything, martin would’ve invited you to the next matches anyway. but you took the phone anyway—fingers brushed against his. you saved yourself as yn, followed with a little soccer ball emoji and handed it back.

“don’t blow me kisses though,” you teased lightly as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your shorts.

jay watched your back as you walked away, phone warm in his hand, your contact staring back at him. it’s harmless—it’s just a number and you’re just a girl who was easy and fun to talk to.

but the further you got from him, the more it’s clear to jay that he was going to text you tonight. 

and the first turn of the faucet happened—quietly, and completely without anyone knowing, not even jay himself.

——

“oh my gosh, my player,” you moaned sensually, tipping your head back as jay lifted you up around his waist with ease. 

his strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pressed you against the cool metal locker. the contrast between the cold surface on your back and the heat of his body made you shiver.

jay’s mouth was on yours instantly—hungry, deep, messy, and horny. he kissed you like he’d been starving from it since the first whistle was blown, tongue sliding against yours while low groans rumbled deep from his chest. 

“fuck baby, you feel so good like this,” he rasped between kisses, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy. the thin fabric of his shorts was the only thing separating you, and you could feel every inch of him throbbing, already leaking like a little boy for you. 

“my little reward.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair as you rocked your hips against him, chasing the friction. “hngh—you did so well… how are you so good at everything?” another sensual moan slipped from your lips when he shifted and rubbed the head of his cock against your swollen clit. 

“am i?” his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting lightly, leaving faint marks he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t stop himself from making. one hand stayed under your thigh, holding you up effortlessly, while the other squeezed your tit, thumb flicking over your perky nipple until you whimpered. 

“look at you,” he murmured against your skin, voice hoarse with list. “so fucking wet and ready for me after i won. you like being my secret celebration, baby?” 

you nodded eagerly, pussy twitching and clenching around nothing but the idea of jay’s thick cock inside. sensing that—he pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, thick and heavy, tip glistening with a bead of precum. 

“i want you—fuck me, please,” you cry out, leaning to kiss him.

without another word, jay lined himself up and pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust—stretching you open, filling you completely. a broken moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, walls clenching tight around him. the guy buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly at how perfectly you took him. 

“shit… so tight,” he breathed, staying still to let you adjust—but not for long before he started moving, sensual, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot. “oh god, yesyesyes, just like that,”

the locker rattled with every thrust. your legs tightened around his waist, heels dragging into his lower back as he fucked you against the cool metal, mouth never leaving your skin. he kissed, licked, and sucked at your neck and collarbone while his pace gradually picked up, turning deeper and harder.

“mine tonight,” he whispered roughly, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your wet, sensitive clit. you moaned louder, bud ticklish and feeling like you were going to squirt—which you did, just seconds after. 

jay’s so good and gentle with how he’s treating you it’s making your chest flutter. “yours, jay, yours,” you gasped as the head of his cock knocked against your cervix—jerking your body upwards with each pound.

“my pretty little trophy… taking my cock so well after the game.”

your moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing softly in the empty, locked, locker room as he drove into you again and again and again—sensual, hot, sinful, and so fucking good.

jay’s breathing turned ragged, forehead pressed to yours as he chased both your highs, the wet slap of your skin and your shared gasps filling the air. the player ended up cumming—shooting ropes and ropes of warm jizz on your pretty little face, landing some on your head.

seeing how well you’re cleaning his cock—jay realised he was far from done with you.

——

for sim jaeyun, everything had its place, neatly stacked in order of importance.

first came his family—always. then his friends (sunghoon and jay at top, then the rest of the people he knows). layla, his border collie, squeezed into that top tier too. studies came strongly after that because he believed it’s 100% his future—

and finally, only then—way down the list—came fun.

and fun included his girlfriend, chloe. she was sweet, understanding, and never complained when he told her he had to study late or hang out with the boys. jake liked that about her—she knew her place in his priorities, and she respected it.

he never meant to rearrange that list. 

“sorry we can’t do this at my apartment,” jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. “my girlfriend’s been staying over a lot lately and… yeah. i didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

you and jake shared multiple classes since the start of the semester, sitting in the same lecture halls but he’d never really talked to you. not until the professor paired you two together for a major project that counted half of the final grade.

now here you were—tucked away in a quiet, secluded corner of the library on the third floor. jake sat across from you, laptop open, highlighter between his teeth as he scribbled notes. you leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, a small knowing smile playing on your lips.

unlike the easy friendliness you’d shown jay, something about jake brought out a slightly different side of you—a bit more teasing, more… dominant? like you enjoyed watching the good boy squirm a little. 

“that’s okay, jakey,” you replied, tilting your head, eyes locked onto his. “anywhere is fine at least we get it done, right?”

jake blinked, caught off guard by the nickname but didn’t comment on it. his cheeks warmed slightly, but he laughed it off. “yeah… exactly. studies first, you know? gotta keep priorities straight.” 

you hummed, leaning forward on your elbow, chin resting on your hand as you watched him. jake had to do everything just from glancing at your cleavage sticking out from your shirt. the way your gaze lingered made the air between you feel a little heavier, more intimate—and jake figured this was why most girls wouldn’t want their boyfriends around a girl.

a pretty one at that too.

“that’s good. keeping everything in order like that, hehe.”

the words slipped out casually but jake’s ears turned pink anyway. he shifted in his seat, suddenly hyper–aware of how secluded this corner was—no one could really see the two of you back here.

he tried to steer the conversation back to the project, pointing at the screen as you scooted closer beside him. “so… for this second, i was thinking we could—”

“oh—you typed quantitative wrong here—” 

you leaned in and pointed at the typo on his laptop screen. in the process, your chest brushed against his arm, soft and warm through your thin top that jake swore he felt the sponge of your bra. 

jake froze.

his breath hitched, eyes widening for a split second as he felt the brief press of your chest against his bicep. a rush of heat shot straight through him and you felt the way he tensed up.

“oh—shit, sorry,” you said quickly, pulling back a little, though your voice didn’t sound even an ounce of guilt if he was being honest. “didn’t mean to interrupt you like that.”

his mouth went dry. he could still feel the ghost of the touch on his arm, and his brain was suddenly struggling to form normal sentences. “n—no, it’s okay,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks now matching the pink of his ears.

“don’t worry about it.”

you bit your lip to hide a small smile, watching the way composed jake was suddenly flustered. the good boy who kept his priorities straight was starting to crack a little. instead of moving back, you stayed right where you were—shoulders almost touching his, close enough that your perfume filled his nostrils. 

you pointed at the screen again, this time more carefully, your nails tapping on the lcd. your voice dropped softer, with a hint of light dominant slipping through.  

“see? right here. fix it, jakey.”

jake swallowed hard, nodding quickly as his fingers moved to the keyboard. but it was hard to focus on the project anymore—not when every time you shifted even slightly, he became hyper–aware of how close you were, and how dangerous his mind was playing at.

that damn cleavage and top.

maybe it was because jake met you during one of his ‘studying’ sessions, but you were quick to climb up his carefully built hierarchy. just like jay, you were easy to talk to, quick with your thoughts, and somehow jake liked… being told what to do. shamelessly.

“you’re so good at this,” you hummed softly, scooting your chair just a tiny bit closer until your knee brushed his under the table. “what’s something you’re not good at?” 

you meant the project—but you also knew men like jake would divert the meaning elsewhere. something jake’s not good at is probably standing on his morals and keeping his priorities straight. 

not when he’s easily swayed like this.

——

just two months after that, jake’s stacked priorities crumbled.

parked in a quiet, dimly lit corner of the campus parking lot at 11:49 p.m., the backseat of his car fogged up. he had a chemistry exam the next day—yet here he was. 

“jakey…” you whispered against his mouth, voice low and teasing as you cupped his cheeks, fingers tapping against his skin. “you’re thinking too much again.” you continued, straddling his lap and brushing your lips against his.

“it’s late…” he breathed, even as his hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you down harder against the obvious bulge in his jeans. “test t’morrow… chloe… fuck, this is so wrong.”

you pouted playfully, rolling your hips and grinding against him in the meantime. “but you’ll ace the test tomorrow anyway, why bother?” you hummed, pressing your lips against him. jake groaned, head falling back against the seat. you purposely ignored the latter problem.

his morals screamed at him, but his body betrayed him completely.

clothes were pushed aside rather than fully removed—your skirt flipped up, panties pulled to the side, his jeans shoved down just enough. he had you on all fours, exactly how he liked it best: doggy style.

as all up for him to watch as it jiggles—yeah, fuck yeah. jake’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you from behind in one, full, deep thrust—instantly burying himself deep with a broken moan.

“shit—you feel so good, yn,” he gasped, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades for a second. the angle was beyond perfect—the cramped car, and your tight, wet, cunt while being so deep he could feel every clench around him. 

“uh huh? what else?”

he started moving, savouring the way your back arched for him, the way you pushed back to meet every thrust, the way your ass jiggled when his pelvis slapped ‘em. “so tight, your pussy’s so tight, yn,” he rasped, picking up his pace. jake’s hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the space of the car. “i love it—love your pussy,”

jake’s cock was probably the longest you’ve had, reaching so deep your fingers, toys, and other boys had never been able to. “oh god, jakey, you’re so good,” you moaned aloud, palms flat against the fogged window.

“you’re ruining me,” jake groaned, one hand sliding up to push you down lower, chest pressed against the seat while your ass stayed up for him. “can’t stop thinkin’ about this—about you.”

his balls slapped against your wet pussy, dragging you velvet walls with each time he pulled out. you moaned sensually, gripping the edge of the seat as he fucked you faster, coming close. “then don’t stop, just do me all the time.”

that pushed him over the edge. 

the boy’s grip tightened. he pulled you back onto his cock, deep with every thrust. the car rocked with his movements. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temple, morals completely shattered as he took you exactly how he loved—deep, rough, playful.

“want your cum, gosh—fuck, cum all over me,” you gasped, saliva leaking out from the edge of your mouth. your pussy squelched with every thrust, juices splattering on the leather seat. what a shame to the girlfriend, really.

he leaned over you, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other braced beside your head, pounding into you harder as he began chasing his end. “shouldn’t… i really shouldn’t…” he groaned, voice strained and broken.

“c’mon, be a good boy—give it to me, cumcumcum,”

the praise pushed him over—with a final moan, jake pulled out of your dripping pussy. he flipped you onto your back in one motion, trapping you between his knees. his hand pumped his slick, wet cock furiously, eyes dark and wild as he hovered above you.

you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes—lips parted, chest heaving, already arching your back and pushing your tits together for him. his abs tensed, jaw clenched tight.

“shit—i’m cumming—!”

thick liquidity, warm ropes of cum shot across your chest in messy spurts, painting your tits and collarbones white. some landed right on your nipple, dripping slowly down the curve which only caused jake to cum some more.

fuck, that’s so fucking hot—he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he kept stroking himself through it, milking every last drop until his cock twitched empty and his whole body shuddered. 

you licked around your lips, smearing jake’s cum all over your pretty tits. it looked like you were lactating his cum. 

“fuck… am i good enough, yn?” he murmured, chest heaving. “look at what you do to me.”

——

saturday night and sunghoon’s at a popular off–campus club with a group of his classmates. while he’s not much of a party guy, he came because one of them kept dragging him anyway, and he knew he couldn’t keep rejecting their advances for so long.

he’s sitting in the booth area, nursing drunks, bored, and detached while everyone else is loud and drunk. sunghoon doesn’t dance. doesn’t flirt. just watch.

that’s when he saw you.

you’re on the dance floor with your girlfriends, just being effortlessly sexy and attractive—the way your body swayed, hair sticking on your neck from the heat, the same curve of your smile that jay was starstrucked with. 

and that damn black dress that hugged your curves just right.

sunghoon’s eyes locked on you instantly, he didn't smile when your eyes met his as well across the floor—just watching. instead of looking away shyly, you held his gaze for a few seconds, then your eyes travelled from the top of his head down to his shoes, and  gave him a slow smile before turning back to your friends.

that was all it took for him.

sunghoon stood up, leaving his classmates’ drinks and stuffs on the table, and walked straight onto the crowd. he didn’t say anything at first—just slid in behind you, one hand slightly resting on your waist as he spun you around to meet him. 

“hey,” he murmured, tall frame towering over you. “what’s that about?”

you tilted your head slightly, a playful, faux innocence smile playing on your lips. “what’s what about?”

his eyebrows furrowed just a fraction, but the corner of his mouth twitched—the tiniest hint of amusement and a thought of, wow, the audacity. his hand stayed on your waist, thumb pressing lightly into the fabric of your dress, holding you in place. 

“that look you gave me,” he said, shrugging. “are you daring me?”

you let out a soft laugh that almost sounded like a scoff, eyes sparkling and laced with a kind of bratness that he never knew he was into. you didn’t pull away but instead stepped a little closer, letting your chest brush against his as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“and if i am?” you replied, sweetly. “what are you gonna do about it?”

morality had always been quite a blur to sunghoon.

he never lost sleep over it but rules, right and wrong, loyalty—they were just concepts that applied to other people. as long as it didn’t affect his image or his life or his close circle greatly, he didn’t care enough to draw hard lines.

and tonight, those blurry lines had just walked out of the club with him.

sunghoon didn’t say much as he guided you toward his black sedan by holding your hand in his. you glanced up at him, still wearing that same little smile. “you always drag girls out of clubs without asking their name?”

he unlocked the car with a soft beep and opened the front door for you. his eyes met yours—completely unbothered. “sunghoon,” he said simply. “and i don’t bring girls out anywhere.”

you let out a hum, but still slid into the front seat without hesitation. he followed right after, closing the door behind him. the inside of his car smelled strongly of his cologne, and as he started the engine, he didn’t bother with small talks. didn’t ask where you lived, nor did he offer to take you home. 

sunghoon pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the city centre with his one hand occasionally brushing your thigh. you watched the streetlights flicker across his jawline and the way his expression said nothing eventhough the tension between you two in the car reeked with want.

“so… where are we going?”

“a hotel. closer than my place.”

——

the door had barely clicked shut before sunghoon had you pressed against the wall, mouth crashing into yours in a deep. hungry kiss. there was nothing gentle about it—his lips moved against yours with need, tongue sliding in immediately to taste you as one hand gripped your jaw, and the other pressed on your hip. 

and you—you kissed him back just as greedily, fingers digging into his shoulders, tugging at his shirt like you wanted it off yesterday. “ngh—hngh,” you moaned into his mouth, tongue intertwining and sucking on one another.

sunghoon broke the kiss only long enough to pull your dress up and over your head at once, letting it drop to the floor. his hands were on you instantly—squeezing your tits, sliding down to grip your ass, yanking you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was through his pants.

“fuck,” he muttered against your lips, voice low. he bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue before kissing you again, deeper this time. 

you moaned into his mouth, hands working frantically to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. the moment his bare chest pressed against yours, sunghoon groaned and lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you across the room, lips still on yours.

he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress dipping. before you could even catch your breath, sunghoon was crawling over you, shoving his pants and boxers fully down to free his thick, heavy cock.

and jesus—unlike jay or jake’s, sunghoon was packing. 

“you’re so hot,” sunghoon licked his lips, hooked his fingers into your panties, ripped them down your legs, and spread your thighs wide open with his knees. he looked down at you for one brief second, then lined himself up. 

“are you gonna fuck me? without even knowing my name?”

sunghoon paused, the corner of his mouth twitching into a cocky smirk. finally, he didn’t look cold. he pushed just the tip inside you, teasing, before answering.

“i know you, yn,”

your eyes almost widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across your features. 

“how?”

he leaned down closer, one hand gripping your thigh as he slowly sank another inch deeper, stretching your tight cunt open. “i overhead your friends,” he murmured, hissing through his teeth as your pussy engulfed him. 

you let out a soft moan, back arching as the familiar burn of being stretched came back to you. “fuck… you’re really something, hoonie.”

sunghoon bottomed out with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you. for a second, he stayed still—letting you feel and adjust every inch of him, his grip on your thighs tightened. you arched your back, eyes half–lidded as you looked up at him, that spark still burning bright behind your eyes. 

“fuck me good, hoonie,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip as you began palming and playing with your tits, tweaking the perky buds. “make it worth me leaving my friends for you.”

“shh—shut up and let me do the work.”

that night, sunghoon fucked you for hours—the bed creaked loudly beneath as he fucked you deep and fast, hips snapping against yours with every thrust. his hands held your thighs spread wide, keeping you open as he pounded. the wet sounds of your bodies echoing in the hotel room.

“fuck—your cunt feels s’good,” sunghoon moaned, tipping his head against the headrest, jaw clenched tight. you hovered right over his hard, slick cock. sunghoon’s eyes never left yours as you sank down onto him, taking every inch until your ass met his lap.

a broken moan left your lips at the deeper angle. sunghoon groaned too, his fingers digging harder. “look at you,” he murmured, eyes roaming over your face, your bouncing, marked, tits, lips parted in pleasure with your tongue sticking out. 

fuck. this is why sunghoon loved cowgirl. watching every lewd, pretty expression, every flutter of your eyelashes, your mouth opened to moan his name—because of this cock. 

you started moving, rolling your hips in sensual circles, then bouncing on his cock with more force. his hands guided you, but he let you do most of the work, just like he liked it. his gaze stayed locked on your face the entire time. 

“you’re so big, hoonie, oh jesus fuck,” you moaned eagerly, biting your lip. with each time you bounced on it, the head of his cock kissed your cervix sweetly and it felt so fucking good. he pulled you down closer by the nape of your neck, and kissed you deeply while you rode him. 

“that’s it… just like that, baby,” he rasped against your mouth, kissing the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. “ride my cock like a good girl—let me see how pretty you look when you cum on me again.”

his free hand moved between your bodies to circle and pinch your perky buds. the combination made your rhythm falter, thighs shaking as you bounced faster, chasing the high. 

sunghoon kept watching you—obsessed. he kissed you again and again, swallowing your moans, occasionally bucking his hips to meet your movements and driving himself even deeper.

“cummin’ soon, babe?” he murmured against your lips, now moving his hand to rub that sensitive, wet, clit. “cum on me—then i’ll fill you up.”

you could only moan his name as the pleasure built higher and higher, your hips moving desperately. 

sunghoon, who never thought he’d ever cheat on sooha, let alone creampie another girl he just met raw—watched your face with almost possessive gaze. he had always been careful, even with someone who has little to no morals. 

and you—who had literally never let anyone cum inside you before—were seconds away from letting him be the first.

your thighs shook as the orgasm crashed over you. “fuck—!” you cried out, clenching hard around him, hips stuttering as you came and squirted all over his cock. the feeling of your pussy pulsing and gushing around him pushed sunghoon over the edge. 

thick, hot spurts of semen flooded inside you, filling you up the very first time. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper. 

one night stand—this won’t ruin anything for sunghoon.

right?

——

“so,” jay started, leaning back against the railing with that smirk of his, “valentine’s next week. you guys already got plans locked in?” 

jake nodded, smiling. “don’t even say it. i booked the restaurant last month because i know she’ll kill me if i forget. we’ll probs just have dinner together.” he shook his head, sipping his canned beer. “gotta keep the girlfriend happy, right?”

sunghoon took a slow sip of his as well, shrugging and unbothered as ever. “i’ll probably just take sooha out on a breakfast and shopping. i got plans that night.” 

jay raised an eyebrow, turning to him with curiousity. “oh? what are you doing that night?”

he didn’t even flinch, just stared down at the small puddle of water around the can opening where his mouth kissed it. “bringing yeji out,” he said, absentmindedly swirling the alcohol in the can. “she’s been begging me to take her out. figured valentine’s night is as good as any.”

jake let out a laugh, completely buying it. “damn, she’s gonna milk you dry.” he commented, then glanced at jay from where he’s sitting. “what about you? something big again?”

“nah, think minji wants something intimate this time.” he hummed, looking out at the yard—people were chatting, dancing, and drunk to their heads. “maybe i’ll cook and we’ll spend the day at mine. who knows.” 

“what a romance.”

the three of them continued talking easily—hopping from one topic to another—arguing whose girlfriend was more demanding, whose more whipped, and reminiscing about things they’ll never get back. 

none of them even knew that they each shared the same secret—and little did they know, she was walking around the party downstairs right under their noses. 

down in the crowded kitchen, you leaned against the counter, red cup in hand, while heeseung stood in front of you—close enough that his arm rested on the counter beside your waist. 

“oh, i don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied, taking a small sip from your cup while holding his gaze. heeseung grinned, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice so only you could hear him over the loud music. 

“good. because i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. you’re always so hard to catch alone.” his fingers lightly tapped the counter next to your hip. “what do you say? let me take you somewhere nice this valentines?”

you bit your lip, pretending to think about it—

but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise. 

“yn?” 

sunghoon.

he was frowning. the usual expression on his face didn’t change much except for the tightness of his jaw, and the way his gaze flicked to heeseung’s hand near your hip.

heeseung turned his head, still smiling. “oh, hey man—”

sunghoon didn’t let him finish.

without a word, he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your waist and firmly pulled you away from the counter and away from heeseung. “come with me,” he said quietly, already leaving the kitchen.

you barely had time to shoot heeseung an apologetic smile before sunghoon guided you through the crowd, up the stairs, and into one of the empty guest rooms on the second floor. he closed the door—but didn’t lock it—the party noise instantly muffled.

“the fuck was that?” he asked, frowning and confused. “heeseung? really? you let him get that close to you?”

sunghoon took a step closer, towering over, eyes narrowed. 

“i thought we had an understanding,” he continued, laced with unfair possessiveness. “you didn’t even tell me you’d be here—then i caught you with some dude flirting?” 

before you could form a reply, his hand came up to grip your cheeks, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you couldn’t wait till i take you out on valentines?”

you looked up at him, a scoff escaped you—and a small smile tugged at your lips. “so you can have fun with sooha… but i can’t do the same with heeseung?”

his jaw tightened; and for a second, he just stared at you, thumb brushing over your lower lips. he let out a low, breathy scoff, almost a laugh—but there was no humour in it. “you’re really testing me,” he murmured, clicking his tongue.

“sooha’s my girlfriend. she gets breakfast and shopping because that’s what keeps everything quiet. you…” he paused, free hand slid down to your waist where he squeezed the flesh. “you get me at night. isn’t that better? i’m about to fuck you all night and you’re gettin’ jealous over some fucking breakfast?”

he tilted your head slightly, fingers digging into your flesh. 

“don’t compare yourself to her. and don’t let another guy put his hands near you again.”

he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss, gripping your jaw tighter as he devoured your mouth. the kiss was messy and intense—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, low groans between you.

you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading into his hair and tugging hard, making him groan into your mouth.

“fuuuccckkk,” he grunted between the kiss—turning and walking you backwards until your legs hut the edge of the bed. without breaking the kiss, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you, body pressing into the sheets. 

his hands roamed greedily—one sliding under your dress to grip your thigh, the other pinning your wrists above your head. “oh my, hngh,” you moaned softly, arching up into him as he ground his hips down against you. sunghoon bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue.

“always pissin’ me off—”

his phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand.

sunghoon ignored it initially, lips moving down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark as the ringing continued. “jesus—shut the fuck up…” he murmured, merely glancing at his phone. he assumed it was just one of his friends, or just anyone but—

“sunghoon, you in here—?”

jake’s voice died in his throat. jay stood right beside him, phone in his hand—both of them froze in the doorway, eyes wide as they took in the scene. 

you lying on the bed, dress hiked up, lips swollen from kissing. sunghoon on top of you, one hand under your dress, his lips glistened from saliva, hair messy from your fingers.

for a long, suffocating second, nobody moved. 

sunghoon’s head snapped up, eyes widening in genuine shock, his expression completely shattered—he was caught. fucking caught. by his own bestfriends. they weren’t supposed to fucking know that he’s not loyal to sooha. the same two guys he swore loyalty to since teenangers.

the colour drained from his face. 

jake and jay stared, wide–eyed, stunned. 

“...yn?” jake breathed out first, voice barely above a whisper, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay’s mouth opened, then closed—replaced by pure disbelief. instead of addressing the elephant in the room—which was sunghoon fucking cheating—your name came out first. 

the realisation hit them both at the same time—how the fuck did all of them came to know you? if jay knew you because of his affair, and jake knew you too—and sunghoon too—then were they all having an affair with you?

they’d been secretly fucking the same girl for months—?!

you, still pinned under sunghoon, felt your stomach drop.

“oh my fucking gosh…” you whispered, eyes wide, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. you propped yourself up on your elbows, hand flew up to cover your mouth, but it was useless. 

the shock, the absurdity, the fact that you had been playing all three of them without any of them knowing… it was all crashing down at once. 

sunghoon finally pulled his hand out from under your dress and sat up slightly. he looked between his two bestfriends, voice strained. “look—this isn’t what it looks like.”

jake let out a broken, disbelieving laugh. “you’re on top of her, dude.”

jay’s grip tightened—he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. 

“you.. and sunghoon?” his voice cracked. “how long has this been going on?”

the room was thick and silent for half a second.

then it clicked. 

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at jay—then slowly turned his head toward jake. the realisation hit him. “wait…” he muttered. “how the fuck do you know her?”

jake’s face went pale—he blinked rapidly and swallowed the lump in his throat. “yeah… how do you know yn?”

jay’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. his gaze flicked between you and sunghoon, confusion turning into dawning horror. sunghoon sat up straighter, but not off you. all three boys were now staring directly at you.

“how do you know jay?”

“and how the hell do you know jake?”

“you and sunghoon—?”

now the focus shifted entirely on you.

you were still lying on the bed, dress rumpled, lips swollen, heart hammering in your chest. three pairs of eyes—shocked, jealous, and confused—were locked on you. 

“i—” 

you tried to sit up, tugging your dress down with shaky hands. “i—i didn’t know? ah, i swear… it just… happened? i mean—”

you were clearly flustered, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. “i never thought—i didn’t know you guys knew each other—?”

before you could finish, jake reached behind him and closed the door with a soft click, locking the four of you inside. both of them walked closer to the bed, their expressions shifting from confusion to something more of—betrayal and disbelief.

jay ran a hand through his hair, letting out a short laugh. “wow… you’ve been fucking all of us?” his voice was low, eyes wide. “our own friend group?”

why didn’t they blame each other—? you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. you guys were the asshole cheaters in the first place! so they could cheat on their girlfriends, but god forbids a girl have fun with multiple guys?

“have you been playing us the whole time? jake asked. “letting jay fuck you, me, now sunghoon pinning you down like that?”

just as you were about to open your mouth, sunghoon squished your cheeks together and slammed his lips against yours roughly—teeth clashing and grazing your lips. you whimpered into the kiss, hands instinctively grabbing his shirt. 

when sunghoon finally pulled back, you grasped for air. his thumb dragged across your botton lip. “there’s no point hiding anymore, is there?”

the tension snapped. 

jay moved first, climbing onto the bed and grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. “c’mere, baby.” jake was right behind him, kneeling on your other side. sunghoon stayed where he was, between your knees, watching as his two bestfriends started touching you.

in seconds, your dress was being yanked up and over your head. hands were everywhere—jake’s mouth on your neck, jay’s hands squeezing your tits, sunghoon’s fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs. 

you were panting, head spinning from the sudden overload.

“look at her,” jay murmured, voice thick as he pinched your nipple, eliciting a moan. “pretty little side chick… been taking all three of us like a whore.” jake groaned, kissing down your chest. “and we thought we were the only ones… fuck, that’s so hot.”

sunghoon gripped your jaw again, turning your face toward him. “open your mouth.”

the second you did, and he kissed you again—rough and deep—while jay and jake worked together pleasing your tits. jay’s hand wandered along your tummy—down to your bare, wet cunt. 

his fingers slid between your folds, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. “shit, so soaked.”

“fuckin’ dripping for us already,” sunghoon said, moving to give jake a space to settle between your spread legs. “turn over,” sunghoon ordered, commanding as he grabbed your hips. “on your hands and knees now, c’mon.”

your body obeyed before your brain could catch up—which shocked jake a little since with him, you were never this obedient. you were flipped onto all fours in the middle of the bed, ass up, back arched, completely exposed.

jake gripped your asscheeks, spreading them wide enough as he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from your clit, all the way up to your dripping hole. “fuck, taste s’good,” he moaned, his cock beneath his pants twitched. he dove back in, licking and sucking messily while jay knelt in front of you. he tilted your chin up, hard cock already freed from his pants, thick and leaking. 

“open that pretty mouth, baby.”

you parted your lips and he instantly pushed the head of his cock past them, sliding deep into your warm mouth with a satisfied groan. “oh, fuuuuck… your mouth always feels s’good…”

sunghoon stayed at your side, one hand already palming and stroking his cock while the other reached underneath to rub circles on your clit as jake french–kissed your pussy. “look at you,” sunghoon murmured. “what a slut… taking all taken men at once. this what you wanted, isn’t it?”

jake hummed against your pussy and you felt the curve of his mouth forming into a smile—the vibration making your thighs quiver. jay thrusted into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. “been screwing each of us behind the other’s backs…” jay groaned, pushing deeper until you gagged. 

“greedy little girl.”

your muffled moan around jay’s cock was the only answer they needed. 

jake was the first to pull back from between your legs, shiny with your juices. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swimming with pure need. “i’m going first,” he said, settling behind you. “been dying to fuck you again since the last time.”

sunghoon and jay didn’t argue. they simply shifted positions.

jake moved behind you, gripping your hips tightly and lining up his hard cock with your dripping entrance. without any warning or heads up, he pushed in with one deep thrust—bottoming out in a single stroke. 

“oh, fuuuck…” he groaned aloud, head falling back as your tight walls clenched around him. “still so ’ tight… missed this pussy so much.” jake started thrusting—deep strokes that rocked your body forward.

at the same time, sunghoon knelt in front of you. he grabbed your hair gently but firmly, guiding your mouth to his cock. “open up,” he ordered quietly. you obeyed, lips parting as he slid his thick length into your mouth. sunghoon let out a groan, eyes half–lidded as he watched you take him inch by inch.

jay moved to your side, kneeling close enough that his cock was right next to your face. your hand instinctively wrapped around his length, stroking his wet cock while you sucked his best friend’s. 

the room filled with wet, porno sounds—jake’s hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you from behind, the slick sounds of your mouth working sunghoon’s dick, and your hand pumping jay’s length. every now and then, jake would slap you ass—gripping, squeezing, and spreading and watched as your asshole twitched. 

“aw, pretty baby,” jay grunted, wrapping his bigger hand around yours as he guided you through it out. “taking all three of us so well, mm? perfect girl.”

next to him, sunghoon scoffed. jake panted and runted like a dog—gripping your hips harder as he pounded into you. “oh—hah—you feel so good, oh fuck, i missed this so much—missed you so much.”

sunghoon glanced at jake before his hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he picked up his pace fucking your mouth. “that’s it… suck me just like that—how you’d do with all the other guys, babe.”

jay groaned, hips twitching into your fist. “yeah—? do you have other guys you’re fucking aside us, yn?”

you instantly shook your head as much as you could with sunghoon’s cock buried in your mouth, a desperate, muffled, “mm—mm” vibrating around him. 

“right,” sunghoon clicked his tongue. the memory of you getting hit on by heeseung playing in the back of his head. if you were able to hide jake and jay from him for months—who knew who else?

every thrust from jake pushed you forward onto sunghoon’s cock, forcing you to take him even deeper down your throat. you were gagging around him, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth but you kept sucking.

jake’s rhythm started to falter. his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he fucked you harder from behind. “hah—i’m close, oh god,” he groaned. “wanna fill you up—i can fill you up, right? hngh—you’ll let me?”

he slammed into you a few more times, deep and desperate, burying himself to the hilt. now—jay and sunghoon never knew jake was someone who’s into this but who were they to judge? the contrast between how you were with jake, sunghoon, and jay made them want to laugh.

with jay, you’re treated as the princess of the princess—sweet, gentle, kind words—like you’re the girlfriend. with jake, you got to order and command—and he’s always so fucking into being called a good boy. with sunghoon? with sunghoon—you’re the brat that needed some punishment. 

you nodded your head and that was all jake needed. 

“hah—cumming—” he rasped. you felt the first hot spurts of his cum flood deep inside you. the puppy boy kept grinding into you, milking every drop as he creampied you, his cock twitching. a low whine escaped your throat, muffled.

when jake finally pulled out, a thick trail of his cum leaked from your cunt.

“next,” jake panted, voice hoarse as he moved aside.

they filled you onto your back. 

the player immediately took his place between your legs, but instead of fucking you missionary, he turned you slightly onto your side. he lifted your top leg, hooking it over his hip, and instantly slid his throbbing cock into your cum–filled cunt in one thrust. 

“ah—! jay!” you moaned aloud, followed by jay’s groan. the warmth from jake’s cum wasn’t helping the situation at all. it felt so fucking good. “she’s so slippery with your cum, jake… so filthy.”

he started fucking you from the side—deep, rolling thrusts that let him hit every sensitive spot. you’re beyond embarrassed at this point. your creamy pussy that gushes cum with each thrust, how exposed and bare and wet you were for the other two boys to see. 

you wondered if this was the consequences of your actions. 

jake moved up beside your head, still breathing hard. he groped your tits greeding—how he loved them—squeezing and kneading, pinching your sweaty nipples as he leaned down to kiss and bite along your neck.

‘hngh—yn, i love these so much,” he muffled, sucking and tugging at your boobs. “so soft, you’re so squishy.” 

sunghoon shifted to your other side, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. his tongue slid against yours while jay continued fucking you from the side, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into your creampied pussy filling the room.

sunghoon kissed you like he couldn’t bear not doing anything while the other two boys had their fun. he was almost annoyed and pissed that they just had to interrupt him having you all to himself earlier. 

“is this what you like?” jake murmured against your neck, his hands never stopping roaming. he groped your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, then slid one hand down to rub your clit in lazy circles while jay thrusted into you. “taking jay’s dick right after i filled you up… you’re so hot, yn.”

“hngh—jay, oh fuck, you’re so big—” you moaned into sunghoon’s mouth in which he instantly shut you up. jay groaned, picking up the pace, hips snapping harder. “fuck. i can feel your cum every time i push in, jake. poor sweetheart, do you like this, baby?”

sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to let you breathe, lips brushing yours. “answer him while he’s fucking you.”

your body trembled between the three guys as you answered: “yes, yes, yesyesyes—! i—i love all three of you, oh my fuck!” you cried out, chasing sunghoon’s lips as you began sucking his bottom lip. you moaned shamelessly into his mouth while jay’s cock dragged against your walls.  

“we love you too.”

behind you, jay smirked—and jake couldn’t help from smiling. 

“show us how much you love it, please?” jake murmured against your nipple, his fingers never slowing down—pressing and rubbing your clit. “squirt for us—make a mess all over jay’s dick.”

he began rubbing harder—and the pressure coiled fast. too fast.

before you knew it, your thighs started shaking uncontrollably. your back arched sharply as jake’s fingers and jay’s cock worked you together. “oh, i’m gonna—!”

you didn’t even get to finish. 

with a loud, broken cry, you squired around jay’s cock. clear fluid gushed out of you, soaking jay’s hips, the sheets, and jake’s hand. your whole body convulsed, pussy clenching and pulsing violently. 

“fuck—!” jay groaned, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. the feeling of you squiring all over him while still full of jake’s cum pushed him over the edge. without any warning, he buried himself deep and came—thick ropes of cum shooting right inside. 

he kept grinding into you through his orgasm, pushing every drop deeper as your squirt continued to leak around his cock. 

sunghoon watched the while thing, still kissing you through your high, swallowing every broken moan and whimper. 

when jay finally stilled, panting against your shoulder, the room was filled with heavy breathing and the obscene sound of cum and squirt dripping onto the sheets. jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nipple while his fingers slowed on your oversensitive clit.

“good girl…” jay murmured, kissing your temple. “such a perfect girl.”

jay pulled out slowly, another mix of squirt and both their cum leaking out of your used cunt like whipped cream, jay smirked, giving your ass a squeeze. 

“my turn.”

sunghoon didn’t waste a single second.

he moved between your legs, pushing them wide open as he settled on top of you in full missionary, his frame caged you in, eyes locked onto yours that always made your tummy flip. without warning, he slid two fingers deep into your cum–filled pussy, curcling them instantly.

“hah—hoonie—!” you gasped, back arching off the bed as he started fingering you—fast and deep, wet sounds loud and filthy as he stirred jake and jay’s cum inside you. “feel that, babe? he muttered. “so full already—yet so slutty for more.”

he pumped his fingers harder, scissoring them, pushing the mixed loads deeper while his thumb rub your swollen clit. your legs trembled around him, overstimulation making tears prick.

only when you were whimpering and gasping did sunghoon finally pull his fingers out. he brought them up to your mouth.

“clean ‘em.”

you obediently opened your lips, sucking his fingers clean of the messy mix of cum while he watched. then, he lined up his thick, needy cock—and pushed into you in one deep thrust, slow enough to let you feel every inch and veins of him. 

a broken moan tore from your throat.

sunghoon bottomed out, holding your hips. “shit… so warm and wet,” he breathed, and began to move. his thrusts were hard and deliberate, hips snapping forward with every stroke, driving jake and jay’s cum even deeper.

he kept you in missionary the whole time—face to face, eyes locked, his body pressed flush against yours. one hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider. the other slid up to wrap gently around your throat, holding you there.

“open your mouth.” 

you obeyed instantly, lips paring, tongue slightly out naturally.

sunghoon leaned in first. he gathered spit in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your tongue, watching with a smirk as it landed right on your tongue. jake moved in simultaneously, hovering above you as he spat directly into your open mouth, a thick string of saliva mixing with sunghoon’s. jay too—tilted your head upward gently before spitting into your mouth as well. 

all three of their spit mixed together on your tongue—so fucking humiliating in the best way. 

“swallow, baby, c’mon,” jay murmured, kissing your cheek. sunghoon tightened his grip on your throat just a little, you swallowed the thick saliva, throat bobbing under his palm. the taste of all three of them made your pussy clench hard around sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, she just squeezed me,” sunghoon groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you harder. “such a nasty little cumslut.”

jake chuckled, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth as he palmed your tits. jay’s hand slid down to rub your clit as sunghoon pounded into you deeply—”nasty little girl, look at you,” jay murmured, caressing your hair.

“you love being used like this? who taught you to be so slutty, baby, hm?”

sunghoon’s eyes never left yours—your half–lidded, crossed, rolled to the back glossy eyes. he fucked you relentlessly, wet squelching sounds of his cock stirring the mixed cum inside you filling the room. his hand stayed around your throat as he fucked your cunt like a fleshlight, claming while jake had his fun with your tits, and jay continued teasing your clit from the side.

you were a complete mess—trembling, moaning, drooling… barely got to focus on the moving ceiling above. your tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust—a sight jake could cum alone. 

sunghoon’s thrusts grew sharper, deeper, and more desperate. his grip on you throat tightened just a fraction as he groaned against your lips. “fuck… ‘m cummin’—”

he straightened up, canines digging into his bottom lip as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. the hardest he’s ever ejaculated. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded and washed over deep inside you, mixing with the cum from jake and jay before. 

as usual, he kept grinding into you, pushing every drop as deep as possible while his cock twitched inside your overused, overfilled pussy.

at the same time, the two boys kneeled on either side of your head—jerking themselves off furiously above you, breathing heavily. “shit, shit, shit,” jay rasped, thick spurts of cum landing across your tits and collarbones. 

“oh, gosh, yn, please,” jake whimpered, following just right after as he painted your face and chest with more warm cum. their softened cocks rested on your chest, with jay’s twitching again as it rubbed your nipple.

you lay there, panting, body covered in their cum—tits glistening like you milked out semen, pussy leaking a creamy mix of all three of them, throat marked from sunghoon’s hands and jake’s bites, lips swollen from jay’s kisses. 

the room was silent except for heavy breathing and panting.

sunghoon pulled out—agonisingly slow—watching his thick cum drip and burst out from your stretched hole. fuck—what a sight, he thought. he wasn’t sure if this would be the last time. your pussy twitched and spasmed around nothing, thighs trembling with orgasm as you shivered. 

jay leaned to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. jake’s softened cock caressed your other cheek as the owner pumped the mixed cum back inside your puffy pussy with his fingers. sunghoon pressed a soft, loving kiss to your lips. 

“you’re our secret girl now.”

you lay between them—as the three sworn, soulmates bestfriends who used to swear they had no secrets finally agreed on one secret: they would share their perfect little side chick—away from their girlfriends, and away from all the other guys out there.

No photos. No bullet points about ‘respectful boundaries’ or ‘shared Netflix password.’ Just that blunt, cocky little block of text, like they knew exactly what kind of person would bite anyway. The rent figure was unreal, half what you'd been paying for your shoebox studio that smelled faintly of regret and yesterday's takeout. You stared at it for a full minute, thumb hovering over your phone screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it does when you're about to make a decision that's either genius or catastrophic.  

And then there was the line written in red pen, scrawled untidily, looking like a disastrous attempt at cursive.

“She better be hot lol”

Crossed out once, aggressively. Then underlined twice, like whoever wrote it had second thoughts about the shame and decided to recommit. You stared at that part the longest.

Your current apartment smelled like damp carpet and stale air no matter how many candles you burned. The windows rattled every time the train passed. Your landlord had the audacity to send out a mass email about a “maintenance fee adjustment” that was definitely just code for I bought a new car and you’re helping pay for it.

Rent had started to feel like a chokehold. And this, four guys, one girl, big downtown apartment, utilities split five ways, was a stupidly good number. Too good. Which should have been your first red flag. 

Your reflection in the lobby mirror looked tired. A little reckless. The kind of girl who was one bad decision away from either ruining her life or improving it dramatically. You took a picture of the flyer. You hesitated.

You zoomed in on the red scribble. You told yourself you were an adult. That you could handle four random men in a shared space. That this was just housing, not a horror movie opening scene.  Then you texted the number before your common sense could wrestle your thumbs away.

You: Hi, saw the flyer for the roommate spot. Still available? Interested if the details match up. What's the move-in date?

The three dots appeared almost instantly. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. Your stomach did that awful, fluttery dip it does before you step into something you can’t undo.

Unknown: yeah it's open. u got a name sweetheart?

Sweetheart. You actually rolled your eyes. You told yourself you rolled your eyes. But something warm slid low in your stomach anyway. Casual ownership. Teasing. A test.

You: Y/N. And yeah, I do. When can I come see it?

The typing bubbles came back. Stayed. Disappeared. Came back again. Then your phone vibrated with a voice note instead of text. You stared at it for a full second.

Who the fuck sends voice notes to strangers?

You slipped in one earbud like you were about to overhear something you weren’t meant to. You hit play. Chaos. Not the polite kind. Not the muffled, distant kind. The kind that sounds like bodies moving and furniture scraping and too many voices in one space.

“—told you the flyer was too obvious, dumbass—”

“Shut the fuck up, she texted, didn’t she?”

“Bet she’s mid. Fifty says she’s mid.”

“Fifty says she’s a freak who’ll cry after one night.”

Explosive laughter. Low and rough and layered. Someone swore. There was a thud like someone got shoved into a couch. Another voice yelling, “Give me the phone—”

Your pulse was in your throat. It felt intrusive. Intimate. Like you were already inside their space, hearing something raw and unfiltered. Then the chaos snapped. Cut clean. A different presence took over. Closer to the mic. Lower.

“...Y/N, right?” Your name sounded slower in his mouth. Like he’d rolled it around once before saying it.

“This is Heeseung.”

The way he said it wasn’t introduction. It was declaration. The background noise dimmed, not because the room got quieter, but because he stepped away from it. You could picture it without trying: him turning his back to the others, leaning against something, one hand braced on a counter, phone lifted close enough that his breath ghosted the mic.

The kind of voice that didn’t rush. The kind that didn’t need to. “Place is still open. Come by tomorrow. 7 p.m. sharp. We’ll be here.”

We’ll be here. Not I’ll be here. A collective. A warning. There was a beat of silence. Not awkward. Deliberate. “Bring your shit if you like what you see. We don’t do second viewings.”

And then it ended. No goodbye. No emoji. No softening. Just the click of the recording stopping, leaving his voice hanging in your ear like smoke in a closed room. You sat on your sagging futon with the cheap springs poking through the cushion and replayed it. Twice.

The arguing in the background. The laughter. The careless comments. The way he had cut through all of it like a knife sliding into silk. You told yourself they sounded like idiots. You told yourself this was exactly the kind of environment you’d sworn you’d never put yourself in. But your thighs pressed together anyway, tension curling low and restless, not quite fear and not quite excitement.

You imagined the apartment. Exposed brick. Too much space. Music playing too loud. A kitchen that actually had room to breathe in. Four men who moved through it like they owned it. And one empty room.

Waiting. You should have blocked the number. Should have deleted the thread. Should have found a nice, quiet girls-only share in the suburbs where the biggest drama would be someone stealing your almond milk. Instead, you typed back.

You: 7 p.m. tomorrow. Address?

The reply came faster this time.

Heeseung: [pinned location]Don’t be late, sweetheart. We hate waiting.

You read that last line more than once. We hate waiting. It sounded less like a preference and more like a rule. You packed that night with a strange kind of calm. One duffel bag. Just enough clothes to rotate for a few days. Toiletries. Charger. The essentials. You folded each item slowly, like you were preparing for something bigger than just a new address.

Your studio looked even smaller with your things missing. The walls felt closer. The air heavier. You stood in the middle of it and imagined tomorrow. The elevator ride up. The door opening. Four sets of eyes. The apartment smelling like expensive cologne and something darker. Smoke, maybe. Leather. Ego.

You imagined him. Them. All four of them. Either unfairly good-looking men who were complete assholes, or unimpressive men who were still complete assholes. The asshole part was a constant. The hotness was the only variable.

Not that it mattered. Of course it didn’t.

You didn’t know his face, but you knew the voice. Low. Steady. Amused. The kind of voice that didn’t rush for anyone.

You imagined the smirk you’d heard through the speaker, lazy, confident, practiced. Probably rich, too. Not new-money loud, but old-money careless. Daddy’s money had a look. It looked like never checking price tags.

You zipped the duffel closed. This was reckless. Stupid, even. The kind of decision that looked sensible only from far away, like a bruise that passed for lavender in low light. Rent had been pressing in for months, a dull gray weight at the base of your skull, constant as weather. You told yourself that was all this was. Survival. Logistics. Math.

But that wasn’t the whole truth. There was something about his voice. Not the depth of it, not even the amusement. It was the contrast, the velvet laid carefully over something serrated. Chaos humming behind glass. Control presented like a gift.

It had sounded dark blue through the speaker. Not navy. Not midnight. Something electric and expensive. The kind of blue that didn’t apologize for swallowing light. You should have been afraid of it.

Maybe you were. But the risk didn’t feel like falling. Falling was abrupt. Colorless. Final. This felt different. It felt like stepping across the gold line in a painting, the one the artist never meant anyone to cross. Like touching wet paint just to see if it would stain. Like walking into a story that had already decided what to do with you.

7 p.m. Sharp. You arrive at 6:58 p.m.

Not because you’re punctual by nature, but because something about Don’t be late. We hate waiting. lodged under your skin and stayed there all day.

The building is taller than you expected. Glass-fronted. Industrial. The kind of place that tries to look effortless and ends up looking expensive instead. The lobby smells faintly of artificially scented cleaner, probably lemon, and polished concrete. Exposed brick climbs one wall in a deliberate, curated way that says urban charm instead of structural compromise.

You stand in front of the elevator with your duffel bag hooked over one shoulder and a medium-sized suitcase at your side. You told yourself you’d bring only what you needed for a week.

You lied.

The elevator doors slide open with a soft metallic sigh. You step inside. Your reflection in the mirrored walls looks smaller than you feel. Lip gloss reapplied in the car. Hair brushed back into place. A quiet, deliberate choice in your outfit, effortless enough to pretend you didn’t try, fitted enough to know you did.

The numbers climb. Your pulse climbs with them. You tell yourself this is housing. Just housing. Four men sharing rent in a five-bedroom apartment isn’t unheard of. This isn’t a cult. This isn’t a frat house. This isn’t—

The elevator dings. The doors part. And the first thing you hear is laughter. It spills into the hallway like it lives there. Low, overlapping, careless. The door to their unit is already open. You don’t knock. You step inside.

The apartment is bigger than the pictures could’ve shown. High ceilings with steel beams running across them. Floor-to-ceiling windows pouring in late afternoon light that turns everything gold. A massive sectional couch in charcoal gray dominates the living space. There’s a long dining table made of reclaimed wood, scuffed in places that look intentional.

Music hums low from somewhere, bass-heavy, lazy. And then, you see them. All four of them. Shirtless. You stop walking. They’re scattered across the living area in a way that suggests they were doing something physical, lifting, maybe, but not something that required shirts. One is crouched by a stack of flattened cardboard boxes. Another leans against the kitchen island with a bottle of water tipped to his lips. Someone else stands near the couch, forearms flexed as he adjusts the hem of his joggers.

They notice you at the same time. Conversation dies. It’s not dramatic. Not loud. It just… stops. Four pairs of eyes land on you. And stay there. You feel it before you process it. The weight of being looked at. Not glanced. Not politely assessed. Looked at. Slowly. Thoroughly. Like you’re an answer to a question they’ve already been debating.

The one by the kitchen island lowers his bottle first. He’s tall. Lean muscle, not bulky. Collarbone sharp under the light. Damp hair pushed back from his forehead like he’s just showered or run a hand through it too many times. His gaze drags over you without apology. From your shoes. Up your legs.

To your waist. Your chest. Your mouth. Your eyes. He doesn’t look away when you meet his stare. That has to be Heeseung. The voice fits.

“Y/N.”

It isn’t a question. Your name sounds different in the open air of the apartment. Deeper. Warmer. More tangible. “Yeah.” Your voice comes out steady, which surprises you.

He pushes off the island and walks toward you. The other three follow slower, not crowding but not retreating either. You become aware of everything at once. The quiet click of your suitcase wheels settling. The way your fingers tighten around the strap of your duffel. The faint sheen of sweat along their collarbones.

They must’ve been moving furniture. Or maybe they just wanted an excuse to be shirtless when you arrived. The thought hits you uninvited. And then,  you realize you’re staring, too. One of them, broader shoulders, dark hair falling into his eyes, lets out a low whistle.

“Not mid,” he mutters.

The guy beside him elbows his ribs. A cocky grin already spreading over his lips nonetheless before he disrupts it by caging his lower lip between his teeth. “Shut up.” Heat crawls up your neck.

Heeseung stops about three feet in front of you. Close enough that you can see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. Close enough to smell something clean and subtle, soap, maybe, or skin warmed by movement. He tilts his head slightly.

“You’re on time.”

“I said I would be.”

A corner of his mouth lifts. Behind him, one of the others steps forward and grabs your suitcase handle before you can protest. “We’ll take that.”

It’s said casually, but there’s something about the way he says we again that makes your stomach dip. The fourth one finally speaks. “You bring everything?”

“Just enough to survive a week,” you reply.

He laughs. “Smart.” They move around you with unsettling ease. Not touching you. Not yet. But close enough that the air shifts when they pass. You step fully into the apartment as your suitcase is rolled toward the hallway. The door shuts behind you with a quiet click that feels louder than it should. You turn slowly, taking in the space.

The kitchen is massive, marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, open shelving that somehow looks organized despite the presence of four men. There are plants near the windows. A guitar propped casually against the wall.

This isn’t a mess. It isn’t chaotic. It’s lived-in. Comfortable. Dangerously comfortable. “Room’s down the hall,” Heeseung says. “Last one on the right.”

You nod, but you don’t move yet. Because they’re still looking at you. Not in a way that feels crude. But undeniably… interested. Assessing. One of them, taller than the rest, sharper features, leans back against the wall and crosses his arms. His eyes crinkle,  “So,” he says slowly. “You cool living with guys?” The question isn’t innocent. You lift your chin slightly.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

His gaze flickers, approval, maybe. The broad-shouldered one smirks.

“You get easily offended?”

“No.”

“You snore?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Got a boyfriend?”

The question lands differently. You glance at Heeseung. He hasn’t spoken. He’s watching you. Waiting. You meet his eyes and answer evenly, “No.”

The silence that follows is subtle, but it shifts something. Like a door quietly unlocking. Heeseung gestures down the hall. “Come see your room.”

You follow. The hallway is lined with closed doors. Music grows fainter as you move away from the main space. Your suitcase wheels roll softly against polished concrete. He opens the last door and steps aside to let you in first. The room is bigger than you expected.

Large window. Soft gray walls. A queen-sized bed frame already assembled. A desk near the corner. Closet doors sliding open to reveal empty hangers. It doesn’t feel like someone just left it. It feels like it was waiting.

You step inside. He follows. The others hover at the doorway, leaning casually against the frame like they’re watching a show. “Well?” one of them asks. You set your duffel down on the bed.

“It’s… really nice.” Heeseung walks to the window and pulls the curtain slightly, letting more light in.

“Told you. No bullshit.” He turns to face you fully. There’s something different now that you’re in a smaller space. More contained. More charged. You can feel the other three just outside the room. Listening. You cross your arms loosely.

“What’s the actual catch?”

One of the guys snorts from the hallway. Heeseung’s lips twitch. “No catch.”

“Four guys, one girl, cheap rent, no second viewings. There’s always a catch.”

He steps closer. Not enough to trap you. Just enough to make you aware of proximity. “We don’t like flakes,” he says quietly. “We don’t like drama. We don’t like people who pretend they’re chill and then aren’t.”

“And if I’m not?”

“Then you won’t last.”

The words aren’t cruel. They’re factual. You swallow. “Is that a threat?”

His gaze drops briefly to your mouth. Then back up. “It’s information.”

The other three laugh softly behind him. “You scared?” someone calls.

You step closer instead of back. “No.” And that’s the truth. You’re not scared. You’re wired. There’s a difference. He studies you for a long second. Then nods once.

“Good.” He steps back, creating space again. “You can move in tonight if you want.” Your heartbeat stutters.

“That was the deal.” One of them pushes off the doorframe. “Guess we’ve got a new roommate.” The broad-shouldered one grins. “Welcome to the madhouse.”

They disperse slightly after that. Not fully. But enough to let you breathe. You kneel on the bed to unzip your duffel, aware of eyes tracking the movement. A shirt comes out. Toiletry bag. A pair of heels you probably won’t need but packed anyway.

From the hallway, a voice says quietly, “She’s staying.”

“Obviously,” another replies.

You pretend not to hear. But your skin hums. Because beneath the jokes. Beneath the cocky questions. There’s something else. A tension that hasn’t snapped yet. An understanding that this isn’t just about splitting rent. You don’t know the rules. You don’t know the lines. But you feel them. Drawn. Invisible. Waiting. You stand and smooth your hands down your sides.

“I’ll bring the rest tomorrow.” Heeseung leans against the wall now, arms crossed. “Take your time.”

Your gaze locks again. The eye contact lingers too long to be accidental. Too steady to be polite. It’s not crude. It’s not rushed. It’s slow. Deliberate. Like he’s memorizing you.

And maybe, you’re memorizing him, too.

Friday night settles in outside the window, the sky deepening from gold to blue. You came here for cheap rent. For square footage. For practical reasons. But as the music in the living room turns louder and someone calls your name like you’ve always belonged here, you realize something quietly, dangerously simple. This wasn’t just a listing.

It was an invitation. And you accepted it. The kitchen island becomes your first battlefield.

Someone, Jay, you learn later, has already spread out a chaotic spread of takeout: greasy fried chicken in red-and-white buckets, japchae tangled in sesame oil, bulging containers of tteokbokki still steaming, a few lonely mandu that look like they've been fought over. Plastic forks and chopsticks clatter. No plates. No pretense of civility.

You slide onto one of the high stools, thighs sticking slightly to the leather from the heat still clinging to your skin after the move. Your thin white tank clings in all the wrong-right places, damp from nerves and the apartment's lazy, cold thermostat. No bra underneath because you'd changed into "comfy" clothes after unpacking the bare minimum. Big mistake.

Or the best one you've made all week. They circle like sharks who've already scented blood. Heeseung claims the stool right beside you without asking. His bare knee knocks yours under the island the second you settle. He doesn't move it. Neither do you. Jay drops onto the one across from you, broad shoulders taking up too much real estate. He leans forward on his elbows, forearms corded, watching you like you're the next thing on the menu.

Jake sprawls next to him, legs spread wide under the counter, one foot hooking casually around your ankle like it's always belonged there. He grins, pretty, boyish, filthy.

Sunghoon perches at the end like a king on his throne, long legs stretched out, one hand already tearing into a chicken wing. He licks sauce off his thumb slowly, eyes never leaving the front of your tank.

"Alright," Heeseung says, voice low and amused as he pops open a beer and slides one toward you without asking if you drink. "Introductions, since you're staying."

He drags a knuckle down your bare arm, slow, deliberate, like he's testing how soft you are. Goosebumps erupt instantly. "I'm Heeseung." His fingers linger at your wrist, thumb pressing your pulse point. "You already knew that." You nod, throat dry. Take a sip of the beer. It's cold. Sharp. Does nothing to cool the heat pooling between your legs.

Jay jerks his chin up. "Park Jongseong. Jay." He reaches across the island, grabs a piece of tteokbokki with his fingers, holds it out to you. "Open." You hesitate half a second. He raises one brow. "Don't make me feed you like a baby, sweetheart."

Your lips part. He pushes the sticky rice cake inside, thumb brushing your bottom lip as he pulls back. Sauce smears. He doesn't wipe it off. Just watches it glisten there.

"Jake Sim," the one with the foot around your ankle says. He leans in, elbow on the counter, chin in hand. His gaze drops blatantly to your chest. Your nipples have pebbled hard against the thin cotton, traitorous little peaks begging for attention. He bites his lip, lets out a soft, appreciative hum. "Fuck, you're not wearing a bra. Bold move, roomie."

Heat floods your face. Also lower. Sunghoon doesn't bother with words at first. He just stares, cold, assessing, predatory. Then he speaks, voice velvet and mean.

"Park Sunghoon." He drags a fry through sauce, offers it to you the same way Jay did. When you lean forward to take it, he pulls it back at the last second, makes you chase. You feel ridiculous. Wet. "Good girl." The praise lands like a slap. Your thighs clench.

Heeseung chuckles low beside you. His hand finds your knee under the island, big, warm, possessive. Slides up your inner thigh slow enough that you could stop him. You don't. His fingers stop just shy of where your shorts end, thumb stroking the crease where thigh meets hip. Back and forth. Lazy. Teasing the edge of your underwear.

"So," Jay says around a mouthful of chicken, eyes locked on the outline of your nipples like they're speaking to him personally. "What's your deal, Y/N? You always this easy to read?"

Jake snorts. Leans closer. "Bet she's already soaked just from us looking."

"Shut up," you mutter, but it comes out breathy. Weak.

Heeseung's thumb presses harder. "She is," he says quietly, like it's a fact he's confirming for the group. His other hand reaches up, casual, like he's reaching for more food, and brushes the side of your breast through the tank. The pad of his thumb grazes your nipple. Circles once. 

You gasp. Small. Involuntary. Sunghoon smirks. "Told you. Instant slut for attention." Jay exchanges a look with Jake, dirty, conspiratorial. They both laugh under their breath.

"Pass her the spicy one," Jake says. "See if she cries."

Heeseung finally pulls his hand from between your legs, only to slide it around your waist instead. Tugs you closer until your side is flush against his bare chest. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. "Eat," he murmurs against your ear. Breath hot. "You're gonna need the energy."

You pick up a piece of chicken with shaking fingers. They watch every bite like it's porn. Sunghoon leans forward. "Question." You meet his eyes. Dark. Unblinking.

"You gonna pretend you're not dripping for us all night, or can we skip the bullshit and get to the part where you spread on the counter?"

Your chopsticks freeze halfway to your mouth. Jake groans softly. "Hyung—"

"What?" Sunghoon shrugs. "We're all thinking it. She's sitting here with her tits out, clit probably throbbing, acting like she didn't come here to get fucked stupid by four guys who don't even know her last name."

Heeseung's hand slides higher again, this time under your tank. Palm flat against your bare stomach. Fingers splay wide. Claiming territory. Jay licks sauce off his lips. Slow. "Rent-free, remember? That pussy's been ours since you texted back."

Jake's foot slides higher up your calf. "Bet she clenches just hearing that." You do. They know. Heeseung's thumb finds your nipple again, pinches lightly through the fabric. Rolls it.

"Finish eating," he says, voice deceptively gentle. "Then we're gonna show you how we collect rent around here."

The words are disgusting. The way your body responds is worse. You swallow hard. Sauce still sticky on your lip. They wait. Patient. Filthy. Certain. Because they already know, you're not leaving this island until every inch of you is marked.

And the food? It's barely started getting cold. The takeout disappears faster than it should, mostly because your mouth is never empty for long.

Jay keeps tearing off pieces of chicken, dipping them in sauce, holding them to your lips like it's his personal mission to keep you full. His fingers linger every time, brushing your tongue, smearing gloss and grease across your chin until you're sticky and flushed. "Good girl," he murmurs once, low enough that only you hear it, but loud enough that the others smirk.

Heeseung never stops touching. His hand starts at your knee again, then climbs, slow, shameless, until it's high on your inner thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles over the damp cotton of your shorts. When you shift, trying to close your legs, he just spreads them wider with his knee. Casual. Like adjusting furniture. His other hand stays under your tank, palm flat against your stomach, fingers occasionally drifting up to pluck at your nipples like he's testing how hard they can get before you whimper.

They do get hard. Painfully so. The thin fabric does nothing to hide it.

Sunghoon leans back, legs spread, one hand lazily palming himself through his sweats while he watches. "Bet she's clenching every time Jay feeds her," he says, voice dripping. "Like a little hungry bird. Open wide, princess, here comes the next load."

Jake laughs, soft and filthy, leaning so close his breath fans your ear. "You're so fucking cute when you're pretending not to like it, baby. Look at you, your body is begging, thighs shaking. You gonna come just from us looking at you like the slut you are?" He drags his tongue along the shell of your ear. "Say 'please' and maybe we'll let you grind on the stool till you soak it."

You don't say please.

You just swallow another bite Jay pushes past your lips, choke a little when Heeseung's fingers slip under the leg of your shorts and graze the edge of your folds, wet, swollen, traitorous. They all hear the tiny, broken sound you make.

Sunghoon groans. "Fuck. That's the sound I wanna hear when she's choking on my dick later."

Dinner ends like that, messy, humiliating, electric.

When the last container is shoved aside, you mumble something about needing to unpack. Your voice is wrecked. Legs unsteady as you slide off the stool.

Heeseung's hand finally leaves your body, but not before he gives your ass a firm, possessive squeeze. "Go on, sweetheart. Get settled."

Their laughter follows you down the hallway, low, overlapping, knowing. "She's dripping down her thighs, I can smell it from here."

"Bet she locks the door and fingers herself thinking about us."

"Door stays unlocked from now on. House rule."

You shut yourself in the bedroom anyway. Heart hammering. Cheeks burning. Cunt throbbing so hard it hurts. You tell yourself you're just going to unpack. You don't.

The apartment feels smaller now, the air thicker, like the walls themselves are breathing. You’re still sprawled on the edge of the mattress, knees wide, thin cotton shorts shoved down just far enough that the waistband bites into the tops of your thighs. Your tank top has ridden up under your breasts, nipples stiff and visible through the damp fabric. Two fingers are buried inside you, knuckle-deep, curling, pumping, while your thumb mashes frantic, messy circles over your swollen clit. Every stroke pulls a slick, obscene sound from between your legs. You can’t stop. You don’t want to stop.

The apartment is quiet for maybe ten minutes. Then you hear it. From the living room, muffled at first, then unmistakable. Low grunts. Wet, rhythmic sounds. Skin on skin. "New roommate's pussy looked so fucking tight," Jake's voice, breathy. "Bet she'd cry if I went in raw."

Jay, rougher: "I'd make her ride me reverse so I could watch that ass bounce while Heeseung fucks her throat."

Sunghoon, colder, meaner: "I'm breaking that little cunt open first. Gonna make her squirt all over the couch before the night's over."

Heeseung's voice cuts through, low, controlled, dangerous. "We're breaking her in slow. Let her think she has control for a day or two. Then we take turns stretching her till she forgets her own name."

More groans. Faster strokes. Someone swears. Someone moans your name, your actual fucking name, like it's already theirs. Your cunt clenches hard around your fingers at the memory. A fresh gush of wetness coats your palm. You’re dripping onto the sheet now, dark spot spreading beneath your ass. You try to muffle the next whimper by biting the inside of your cheek, but it still leaks out, high and broken.

You come hard. Silent at first, then a choked whimper slips out when your fingers push inside, chasing the aftershocks. Your thighs shake. The bed creaks. The apartment has been dead silent for thirty seconds.

Then, floorboards creak. Not fast. Not rushed. Slow. Measured. One deliberate step after another. Your heart slams against your ribs so violently you’re sure they can hear it through the thin walls. You freeze, fingers still stuffed inside you, walls fluttering helplessly around them. You don’t dare pull them out. Don’t dare move. Every nerve feels peeled open, raw, screaming.

The footsteps stop right outside your door. You hold your breath. The knob turns. No knock. No warning. The door swings inward on silent hinges. Heeseung fills the frame.

No shirt. Sweatpants slung obscenely low, the thick ridge of his cock still half-hard and outlined against the gray cotton like it’s trying to tear through. A faint sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbones, down the cut of his abs. His hair is wrecked, fingers-raked, damp at the temples. His eyes are black, pupils blown, and the corner of his mouth curls in something that isn’t quite a smile. It’s possession wearing amusement like a mask.

He doesn’t step inside. Not yet. He just leans one bare shoulder against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed, and lets his gaze drag over you, slow, deliberate, filthy. From the way your thighs tremble, to the hand still buried in your shorts, to the wet spot darkening the sheet, to your bitten-raw lip and glassy eyes.

“Caught you,” he murmurs. Voice so low it vibrates in your chest. Your fingers twitch involuntarily inside yourself. A tiny, helpless pump. You can’t help it. His voice alone is enough to make your cunt spasm. He notices. Of course he notices. His head tilts. “You didn’t even lock the door, baby.”

The endearment lands like a slap and a caress at once. Your mouth opens, maybe to deny, maybe to beg, maybe just to breathe, but nothing comes out except a shaky exhale.

He takes one step forward. The floor creaks under his weight. Another step. Your pulse is in your throat, your clit, your fingertips. You’re so wet it’s obscene, every tiny shift of your hips makes a slick sound you’re sure he can hear.

He stops at the foot of the bed. Close enough that you can smell him, clean sweat, faint cologne, the dark musk of arousal still clinging to his skin from whatever they were doing out there.

“Look at you,” he says softly. Almost tender. “Legs spread like you were waiting for an audience. Fingers stuffed in that greedy little hole while you listened to us talk about ruining you.” His eyes flick to where your hand disappears into your shorts. “Did you come thinking about Sunghoon splitting you open? Or Jay making you bounce on his cock while I fucked your throat raw?”

You make a sound, half sob, half moan. Your hips jerk up without permission, chasing your own fingers. Heeseung’s gaze darkens. “Don’t stop.”

Your breath hitches. “Keep fucking yourself,” he orders, voice dropping into something darker, quieter, more dangerous. “Let me watch how desperate you got listening to us plan all the ways we’re gonna break you.”

Your fingers move before your brain catches up, slow at first, then faster, wetter, louder. The heel of your palm grinds against your clit with every thrust. Your other hand claws at the sheet. Your thighs shake so hard the bed frame rattles. Heeseung doesn’t touch you. He just watches.

Eyes heavy-lidded. Breathing slow and controlled while yours comes in ragged little pants. The outline of his cock has thickened again, straining harder against the sweats. A dark spot blooms at the tip. "You were moaning our names," he says, tilting his head. "Heard you clear as day."

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. He walks closer. Stops at the edge of the bed. Looks down at you, spread, flushed, fingers still glistening.

"First rule of the house," he says, voice velvet and final. He reaches down, grips your chin, tilts your face up so you have to meet his eyes. "If we hear you moaning our names, if you touch that pretty pussy thinking about us, you don't get to come alone anymore."

His thumb drags across your bottom lip, collecting the spit and gloss there. "You finish with one of us inside you. Or on you. Or watching. Your choice."

He leans in until his mouth is a breath from yours. "But tonight?" He smirks, slow, filthy, victorious. "Tonight you go to sleep wet and aching. No more touching. That's rule two."

He straightens. Steps back. "Get some rest, sweetheart."

He turns for the door. Pauses. Looks over his shoulder. "And tomorrow?" His smile is all teeth. "Rent's due."

The door clicks shut behind him. You lie back on the bed, heart slamming, thighs slick, body screaming. You don't touch yourself again. Not because you don't want to. But because you know, he's right outside. And they're all waiting for the next time you break.

Your gasp rips through the dim bedroom like a blade, but it’s not fear that claws up your throat, it’s the raw, electric shock of Jake’s iron grip clamping around your upper arm, yanking you upright so violently the mattress squeaks in protest. Your eyes fly open to the sight of his wicked grin, teeth flashing white in the pale morning light filtering through half-drawn blinds. The sheets are torn away in one savage sweep, cool air slamming against your overheated skin like a slap. Your thin tank top is already bunched uselessly under your tits, the fabric twisted tight around your ribs, while your tiny sleep shorts have ridden so high they barely cover the swell of your ass cheeks, the crotch seam digging intently into your folds.

“Morning, roomie,” Jake purrs, voice dripping with mock sweetness and pure venom. He drags you out of bed like a ragdoll, your bare feet scrambling for purchase on the icy concrete floor, toes curling against the chill. His free hand instantly mauls your left tit, thick fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh, squeezing so hard your nipple hardens between his knuckles like a ripe berry. His thumb flicks it once, twice, three times, fast and brutal, like he’s punishing a disobedient little button. Pain blooms hot and sharp, shooting straight to your clit, and you hiss through clenched teeth, back arching involuntarily, pushing your chest further into his greedy palm.

He laughs, low, filthy, delighted, and crashes his mouth against your cheek in a wet, sloppy kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. The flat of his tongue drags slow and deliberate across your flushed skin, leaving a thick trail of spit that cools instantly. He pulls back with a loud smack, lips shiny, eyes glittering with mischief.

“Breakfast’s waiting, princess. And you’re the main fucking course.”

He hauls you down the hallway, your legs stumbling, tits bouncing freely under the ruined tank, shorts still tangled around one thigh. The living room hits you like a fever dream: thick with the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, printer ink, and the unmistakable musk of four horny men who’ve already been stroking themselves thinking about this exact moment. Jay’s lounging like a king on the massive sectional sofa, legs spread wide in nothing but gray sweats that do nothing to hide the monstrous bulge tenting the fabric, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, the other lazily palming his cock through the material. He doesn’t even stand. Just crooks two fingers at you, slow and commanding, a lazy smirk playing on his full lips.

Jake shoves you forward hard. You stumble straight into Jay’s waiting hands, rough, calloused palms gripping your hips like vices, and he yanks you down onto his lap in one fluid, possessive motion. Your bare ass cheeks land flush against the scorching heat of his massive morning wood, the thick ridge of it nestling perfectly between your cheeks through the thin sweats. He groans deep in his chest and rocks up once, grinding his fat cock against you so you feel every throbbing inch, every vein, the blunt head nudging right against your folds like a promise.

“Sit pretty for me, slut,” Jay growls hot against the shell of your ear, breath smelling like mint and sin. One thick arm snakes around your waist, locking you down like a seatbelt made of steel. His other hand shoves up under your tank top, claiming your right tit fully, squeezing, kneading, rolling the nipple between rough fingers until it’s swollen and aching. You squirm helplessly, already leaking slick down your thighs, but he just chuckles darkly and pinches harder. “That’s it. Feel how hard you make me first thing in the goddamn morning?”

Heeseung leans against the kitchen island like a statue carved from ice and hunger, arms crossed over his broad chest, black tank stretched tight across his muscles, sweatpants slung low enough to show the deep V of his hips. His dark eyes drink you in with that calm, terrifying amusement, lips curled in the barest smirk. Sunghoon’s perched on the arm of the couch like a predator in repose, long legs dangling, one hand already shoved inside his boxers, slowly fisting his long, pretty cock, tip flushed angry red, leaking precum in shiny beads that he smears down the shaft with lazy twists.

A single crisp sheet of paper is taped to the stainless-steel fridge, bold black Arial bullet points screaming authority.

Roommate Rules.

Jake claps once, sharp and theatrical, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. “New roommate orientation, baby! Time to learn the house rules. Stand up, oh wait.” He grins viciously as Jay’s arm tightens, keeping you impaled on his lap, grinding slow circles so the ridge of his cock drags deliciously against your dripping cunt. “Never mind. Stay right there.”

Jay doesn’t let you move an inch. Jake rips the paper free and slaps it into your trembling hands. “Read it. Out. Loud. Every word.”

Heeseung’s voice cuts through like velvet over steel. “And don’t you dare stop.”

Your fingers shake so badly the paper rattles. Jay’s free hand dives straight down, past the waistband of your shorts, two thick fingers spearing into your soaked cunt without mercy, no teasing, no warmup. They curl viciously against your G-spot instantly, pumping in and out with wet, filthy squelching sounds that echo obscenely. Your walls clamp down greedily, sucking him deeper, and you choke on the first syllable.

“R-Rule… one…” Your voice cracks into a broken moan as Jay adds a third finger on the next thrust, stretching you wide, scissoring brutally. “N-No panties… in the apartment… after 8 p.m. Fuck—ahh!”

Sunghoon hums low, shoving his boxers down to his thighs, his long cock springing free, veiny, curved slightly, glistening as he strokes faster, thumb swiping over the leaking slit. “Louder, whore. Let us hear how wet that rule makes you.”

Jake drops to his knees between your spread thighs like he’s worshipping at an altar. He rips your shorts down your legs in one violent yank, tossing them across the room, leaving you completely bare from the waist down on Jay’s lap, pussy lips puffy and shining, clit throbbing visibly. He spreads your thighs wider with both hands, thumbs digging into soft flesh, and leans in. His tongue, hot, flat, and obscene, drags from your dripping hole all the way up to your swollen clit in one long, sloppy stripe. He sucks your clit into his mouth like it’s candy, tongue flicking rapid-fire while Jay’s fingers keep moving.

“Rule two,” you sob, hips jerking wildly, trying to ride both sensations at once. “You… sit on someone’s lap… during movie nights, oh god, Jake, please—ahh!”

Jake pulls back just enough to spit a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit, watching it drip down to mix with your juices coating Jay’s knuckles. “Good fucking girl. Keep reading while I eat this sloppy cunt like breakfast.”

Your voice is pure wreckage now, high, breathy, broken. “Rule three… Whoever cooks… the others get to fuck you… on the counter… while dinner’s in the oven, fuck, I’m gonna—”

Jay slams his fingers deeper, adding a fourth, stretching you to the burning limit. Your pussy gushes around him, slick squirting out in messy pulses that soak his sweats and the couch beneath you. The wet sounds are pornographic, schlick-schlick-schlick, loud enough to drown out your whimpers.

Heeseung is stroking himself now, thick, heavy, perfectly shaped, veins pulsing as he strokes slow and controlled, eyes locked on your face like he’s memorizing every twitch of humiliation and pleasure. “Almost there, sweetheart. Finish it. Then we give you the welcome gift you’ve been dripping for since you moved in.”

Jake stands, shoving his shorts down. His cock slaps heavy against his abs, thick, girthy, the head red and angry, already drooling precum in long strings. He strokes himself right in front of your face, the wet sound of his fist mixing with Jay’s fingers destroying your cunt. The tip keeps brushing your cheek, smearing precum across your skin like war paint.

You force the last words out between guttural moans, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking your face. “First… official use… read the rules out loud… while being used—nnngh! And… and it ends with all four… cumming on your face… and tits… as welcome gift, please, I can’t—!”

Silence crashes down for half a second, only the obscene sounds of fingers plunging into soaked pussy and four men stroking their cocks. Then Jay rips his fingers out with a wet pop. You whine pathetically at the sudden emptiness, pussy clenching around nothing, a gush of your own slick dripping down your thighs onto the carpet.

Heeseung steps forward first, voice calm as death. “On your knees, cumdump.” Jay lifts you like you weigh nothing, strong arms tossing you onto the floor between them. The rough carpet bites into your knees as you kneel, back straight, tits heaving, cunt visibly throbbing and empty. They circle you like wolves, four towering, muscular bodies, cocks hard and leaking, surrounding you in a filthy halo of dominance.

Heeseung speaks, low and final. “Welcome to the house, sweetheart. Open that pretty mouth and take what you earned.” They don’t ask permission. They just ruin you.

Jake goes first, groaning loud and theatrical, fist flying as thick, ropey jets of cum erupt across your face. One stripe lands right across your open mouth, coating your tongue in salty heat. Another paints your left cheek, dripping down to your jaw. A third splatters across your forehead, sliding into your hair. He milks every drop, slapping his spent cock against your lips. “Swallow what you can, baby. The rest stays.”

Sunghoon’s next, quiet, intense, eyes dark as midnight. He aims low, long powerful spurts painting your tits in pearly white. Thick globs land on your left nipple, sliding down the curve of your breast like icing. Another heavy rope coats the valley between them, dripping down your stomach. He keeps stroking through it, smearing the head of his cock through the mess on your skin, marking you deeper.

Jay growls your name like a curse, “Fuck, look at you”—and unloads across the right side of your face. Hot cum hits your cheekbone, your eyelid, your lips, mixing with Jake’s in sticky rivers that drip off your chin onto your cum-glazed tits. One stray shot lands directly on your tongue and you moan, swallowing reflexively.

Heeseung saves the best for last. He steps closest, tipping your chin up with two fingers so your teary eyes lock onto his. “Eyes on me while I paint my new toy.” His strokes stay slow, deliberate, until the first powerful pulse shoots straight across your lips, forcing you to taste him, thick, bitter-sweet, coating your tongue. The next stripes your chest, adding fresh layers over Sunghoon’s mess, dripping off your nipples in heavy rivulets. He keeps coming, pulse after pulse, until your entire face and tits are a glistening, ruined masterpiece of four loads, cum sliding down your body in obscene trails, pooling in the hollow of your throat and between your thighs.

When they finally step back, you’re a trembling, kneeling wreck, face and chest absolutely drenched, lips parted, tongue still out like a good little cumslut, thighs shaking, pussy clenching and dripping onto the carpet in desperate need.

Heeseung crouches, thumb scooping a thick glob of mixed cum from your bottom lip. He pushes it deep into your mouth. “Suck. Clean every drop like the rules say.” You do, hollowing your cheeks, sucking his thumb clean with a wet pop, eyes fluttering as the salty, musky taste of all four of them floods your senses. He smiles, slow, dark, satisfied. “Rules are rules, baby.”

Jake laughs, tucking his cock away with a satisfied sigh. “Shower’s down the hall, princess. But we won’t mind if you don’t shower today. Or ever again.”

Jay leans down, pressing an almost tender kiss to the top of your cum-matted hair. “Welcome home, roomie.”

Sunghoon just stares, licking his lips as you instinctively drag your tongue across them, chasing every stray drop. “Rent’s cheap as fuck now, huh? But you are gonna pay every single day.”

You can’t speak, voice wrecked, body owned. But your cunt is already fluttering, aching, dripping for the next rule they’ll break you with. And they know it. They always will.

The rest of the day unravels like a slow, deliberate fever dream, every ordinary second laced with the kind of casual, relentless violation that makes your pulse thunder and your cunt throb like a second heartbeat. You try so fucking hard to pretend it’s just another lazy Saturday. That the thick, salty ghosts of their cum aren’t still drying in flaky trails across your tits and cheeks no matter how hard you scrubbed in the shower. That the taste of all four of them, bitter, musky, addictively filthy, doesn’t coat the back of your throat every single time you swallow.  

The shower is a war zone. Scalding water pounds against skin still blooming with faint red handprints and fingertip bruises, steam thick enough to choke on. You soap yourself raw, trying to erase the evidence, but every glide of your own hands over your sore nipples, your swollen clit, your tender skin just reminds you how easily they marked you. When you finally step out, the oversized black tee you pull on clings to your still-damp skin like a surrender flag, hem barely skimming the bottom curve of your ass, nipples already stiff and obvious against the thin cotton, pussy lips puffy and exposed every time you move. No bra. No panties. It’s not even close to 8 p.m., but the rule is already branded into your brain like a collar. You tell yourself it’s just comfort. Practicality. Not the first step in learning to live with your holes on permanent display.

They let you cling to that lie for exactly twenty-three minutes.

You’re in the kitchen, stretching up on tiptoes to grab a glass from the top shelf, the tee riding all the way up to expose the full, bare globes of your ass and the slick shine already coating your inner thighs, when the first crack lands.

Jake’s palm connects with your right cheek like a gunshot, sharp, loud, viciously playful. The sound ricochets off the marble counters. Your whole body jolts forward, glass clattering against the shelf, and a hot bloom of pain explodes across your skin. Before you can even gasp, he’s right there, chest pressed to your back, hips grinding his half-hard cock against the cleft of your ass through his sweats.

“Careful, princess,” he drawls, voice syrupy and mean. Both hands shove up under the tee from behind, claiming your tits like they were built for his palms, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh until it bulges between his fingers, thumbs and forefingers rolling your nipples in tight, cruel pinches that send lightning straight to your clit. “Wouldn’t want you breaking shit on your first full day. Or maybe we should make you clean it up on your knees.”

You white-knuckle the counter, breath sawing out of you, thighs pressing together uselessly as fresh slick drips down your legs.

Heeseung strolls past like he’s fetching orange juice, not even sparing you a glance, until his arm snaps out mid-stride and his open palm cracks across your left cheek so hard the sting blooms white-hot and immediate. Your knees buckle. He keeps walking, cool as ever, but you catch the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Jay’s waiting when you bend over to grab a yogurt from the bottom drawer of the fridge. The oversized tee flips up completely, baring your dripping cunt and the pink handprints already decorating your ass. His bare foot hooks your ankle, yanking your legs apart with zero warning. Then his hand comes down, once, twice, three brutal, stinging slaps in rapid succession, each one harder than the last, the wet smack of skin on wet skin echoing obscenely. Your pussy clenches visibly with every impact, a humiliating string of slick stretching from your hole to the floor.

“Good reach, roomie,” he mutters, already back to scrolling his phone like he didn’t just turn your ass into a throbbing, cherry-red masterpiece. “Keep bending over like that and I might have to test how deep that pretty throat is before dinner.”

Sunghoon doesn’t bother with words. He simply appears behind you while you’re loading the dishwasher, hips slamming forward to pin you bent over the open rack, his massive erection grinding slow and filthy between your spread cheeks. One arm bands around your waist, the other shoves under the tee to grope your tits with lazy, proprietary thoroughness, palms rolling the soft mounds like ripe fruit, fingers tugging and twisting your nipples until they’re swollen, aching peaks. He pinches so hard you cry out, then releases you with a low whistle, walking away like he just checked the mail.

It never stops.

Every single movement is an invitation they cash immediately. Reaching for the remote? Jake’s fingers plunge between your thighs from behind, two thick digits sliding through your soaked folds just long enough to coat themselves before he pulls away, sucking them clean with a wink. Bending to pick up a dropped spoon? Jay’s palm cracks down again, then stays, middle finger dipping into your cunt, pumping once, twice, curling against your G-spot until your knees shake, then withdrawing with a wet pop and a casual “oops.” Stretching up to dust the top shelf? Heeseung’s mouth finds the back of your neck, teeth grazing, one hand sliding between your legs to flick your clit in rapid, teasing circles until you’re whimpering, then he’s gone, leaving you edged and gasping.

By late afternoon you’re a walking wreck, skin flushed scarlet, ass a lattice of overlapping handprints burning with every step, nipples raw and hypersensitive against the cotton, cunt so swollen and empty it aches like a bruise. Your thighs are shiny with constant slick. Your brain is fogged with need. You’re trying, failing, to fold laundry on the living room couch when Jake decides he’s done playing.

He doesn’t ask. Doesn’t warn. He simply drops to his knees in front of you like a man starved for weeks, hooks your trembling legs over his broad shoulders, and buries his face in your dripping pussy with a guttural groan that vibrates straight through your clit.

No warmup. No mercy.

His tongue is everywhere at once, broad, flat, filthy laps from your clenching hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips like he’s trying to pull your soul out through it. He alternates, hard, punishing suction that makes your back bow off the cushions, then soft, fluttering licks that leave you sobbing. Two thick fingers spear into you without resistance, curling viciously against that spongy spot inside while his tongue flicks your clit in rapid, relentless strokes. The wet sounds are deafening, your slick gushing around his knuckles, dripping down his chin, soaking the couch beneath you.

You grab fistfuls of his hair, half trying to rip him off, half grinding your cunt against his face desperate for release. “J-Jake, fuck—too much—ahh!”

He growls into your pussy, the vibration making your vision spark white. Three fingers now, stretching you wide, pumping brutally, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit while his tongue spears inside you, fucking you in shallow, messy thrusts. Your thighs clamp around his head like a vice. Your back arches so hard you nearly levitate. The orgasm rips through you like lightning, violent, shattering, squirting messily all over his face as you scream, walls convulsing, vision whiting out completely.

He doesn’t stop. He rides you through it, through the aftershocks, through the oversensitive whimpers and the frantic pushing at his head, tongue and fingers relentless until you’re a sobbing, twitching wreck, another smaller orgasm crashing over you before the first even fades.

Only then does he pull back, face glistening, lips swollen, chin dripping with your cum like he just won a war. He climbs up your body slow, caging you against the cushions with his powerful frame, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh through his sweats. Then he kisses you. Not the brutal, claiming way you expect after he just devoured your cunt like a starving animal.

Sweet. Devastatingly soft. His mouth moves against yours like a promise, gentle, coaxing, tongue sliding in lazy, velvet strokes that taste like your own slick and his spit. One hand cups your cheek with shocking tenderness, thumb stroking your jawbone like you’re fragile, precious. The other rests low on your belly, warm, possessive, fingers splayed like he’s claiming the space where his cock will eventually live.

It breaks something in you. Filthy-sweet. Disorienting. Dangerous. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours, breath mingling, eyes half-lidded and shining. “Good girl,” he whispers, so soft it feels like a secret. “Tasted so fucking sweet. Could eat this pussy for every meal.”

Then he’s gone, standing, wiping his shiny face with the back of his hand, flashing that boyish, wicked grin like he didn’t just ruin you twice in five minutes. You lie there panting, legs still hooked open and shaking, lips tingling, cunt still fluttering and leaking onto the ruined couch. The others don’t even pretend to look away anymore.

Heeseung glances over from the armchair, dark eyes gleaming, one brow raised in quiet approval. Jay keeps scrolling, but his free hand is palming the massive bulge in his sweats. Sunghoon licks his lips slowly, deliberately, like he’s already tasting his turn. You yank the tee down over your trembling thighs with shaking hands, trying to catch your breath, trying to remember how to be a person.

The clock on the wall glows 7:42 p.m. Eighteen minutes until the first rule locks in for the night. And every single one of them is watching the seconds tick down with hungry, patient eyes.

The day was “normal.”

But normal in this house means your body is their favorite toy, teased, slapped, groped, eaten, and edged until you’re dripping and desperate. The night hasn’t even started.

The apartment is shrouded in that heavy, post-midnight hush, only the low, constant hum of the AC and the faint, faraway pulse of city traffic bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The clock on the wall glows 12:34 a.m. Your panties have been gone for hours, the rule now a permanent, throbbing law between your legs. Every step you take reminds you: bare, slick, exposed, owned.

You’re trying to ghost down the hallway like a shadow, bare feet silent on the cool hardwood, oversized tee clutched in one fist to keep the hem from riding up, when Heeseung materializes out of nowhere. His long fingers wrap around your wrist like a steel cuff, firm but not cruel, and he yanks you sideways without a single word. The door to his room swings open, swallows you both, and clicks shut with the finality of a prison gate. The lock engages with a soft, damning thunk.

The second the bolt slides home, the mask drops. Heeseung spins you around and slams you back against the door so hard the wood rattles in its frame. His mouth crashes into yours, teeth clashing, tongues battling, no sweetness, just raw, starving hunger. One big hand fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can devour your throat, sucking bruises into the skin while the other shoves up under your tee and finds your already dripping cunt.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against your pulse point, two thick fingers spearing straight into you without warning. “Been walking around all night with this greedy little hole empty? Bad girl.”

You moan brokenly, hips jerking into his hand. He adds a third finger instantly, stretching you wide, scissoring brutally while his thumb grinds hard circles on your swollen clit. Your knees buckle; he doesn’t let you fall. Just pins you to the door with his body and finger-fucks you so viciously the sound echoes louder than your gasps.

He rips the tee over your head in one motion, leaving you completely naked. Then he’s spinning you again, bending you over the edge of his massive bed, face pressed into the black silk sheets that smell like him, dark, expensive, masculine. He kicks your legs wider, slaps your ass once, twice, hard enough to make the flesh jiggle and bloom pink.

“Look at this pretty cunt clenching for me,” he snarls, lining up the fat, leaking head of his cock and slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch burns so good you scream into the mattress. He doesn’t give you time to adjust, just grips your hips hard enough to bruise and starts pounding.

Skin slaps skin like thunder. His heavy balls smack your clit with every savage thrust. The bed creaks violently under the assault. He fucks you like he’s trying to split you in half—deep, punishing strokes that drag against every sensitive ridge inside you, the thick head battering your cervix on every inward slam.

“Take it,” he grunts, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other reaching around to slap your clit in time with his thrusts. “This is what you signed up for, roomie. This cunt belongs to the house now, belongs to me tonight.”

You’re sobbing, drooling onto the sheets, pussy gushing around his cock so loudly it’s embarrassing. He reaches down and spreads your ass cheeks wider, watching his thick shaft disappear into your stretched hole, the creamy ring of your arousal coating every inch.

“Fuck, look at that. Greedy little slut sucking me in.”

He pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your back, and hooks your legs over his shoulders. The new angle lets him drive even deeper. His hips snap forward like a machine, relentless, punishing, perfect. Your tits bounce wildly with every thrust. He leans down and sucks one swollen nipple into his mouth, biting hard enough to make you wail, then soothes it with his tongue before moving to the other.

You come first, hard, screaming, walls clamping down on him like a vice, squirting messily around his cock as your whole body seizes. He doesn’t slow. Just fucks you straight through it, growling praises and filth into your ear.

“That’s it, milk my cock, baby. Give me another. Come on this dick again like the house whore you are.”

You do, second orgasm ripping through you even harder, vision whiting out, nails raking bloody lines down his back. Heeseung follows with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum, pulse after pulse until it’s leaking out around his cock, dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets.

He stays buried inside you for a long moment, both of you heaving, sweat-slick bodies glued together. Then he pulls out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum pours from your ruined hole in a creamy waterfall.

But the brutality ends there.

Heeseung rolls off you with surprising grace, chest still rising and falling hard. He sits up, runs a hand through his wrecked hair, then stands, completely naked, still half-hard and shining with your combined mess. You lie there boneless, thighs trembling, cum leaking steadily onto the bed, mind completely blank.

He disappears into the attached bathroom. You hear the faucet run, the soft clink of glass. When he returns, he’s carrying a warm, damp cloth and a small bottle of something. You flinch when he kneels between your spread thighs again, instinct, not fear, but he just shushes you softly.

“Easy, baby.”

The cloth is blissfully warm. He starts at your inner thighs, wiping away the sticky trails of cum with slow, careful strokes. Then higher, between your folds, dabbing gently at your swollen, puffy entrance. You hiss when the fabric brushes your oversensitive clit; he pauses instantly, waiting until you relax before continuing. He cleans every inch of you with the patience of a man who’s done this before, thorough, reverent, almost worshipful. When he’s satisfied, he sets the cloth aside and pours a small amount of cool, soothing lotion onto his fingers, massaging it gently into the red handprints on your hips, your ass, the bite marks on your breasts.

You can only stare at him, wide-eyed, lips parted, heart hammering in a way that has nothing to do with the orgasms.

Heeseung meets your gaze, those dark eyes steady, unreadable for a heartbeat, then the corner of his mouth lifts in something softer than a smirk. “I may be an asshole, baby,” he says, voice low and gravel-rough from how loud he’d moaned your name, “but I know how to treat what’s mine right after I break it.”

He finishes with the lotion, then grabs a clean, fluffy towel from the dresser and drapes it gently over your hips like a blanket. Pulls the black silk sheet up to your waist, tucking it around you with careful hands. Finally, he leans down, brushes sweat-damp strands of hair off your forehead with his knuckles, light, almost sweet, and presses the softest kiss to your temple.

“Get some sleep,” he murmurs against your skin. “You’re gonna need every ounce of strength for what the rest of them have planned tomorrow.”

He doesn’t stay. Just stands, flicks off the bedside lamp with a soft click, and pads out of the room, leaving the door cracked just enough that a thin, golden line of hallway light spills across the floor like an invitation… or a warning.

You lie there in the dark, body aching in the most delicious, ruined way, pussy still fluttering with aftershocks, skin tingling from his gentle hands, mind spinning in dizzy circles.

Because he is an asshole. A cruel, rule-making, cum-painting, pussy-destroying asshole. But tonight, for the first time since you moved in, you’re terrifyingly certain that’s not all he is. And that single, dangerous crack in the armor?

It scares you more than every filthy rule they’ve written on that fridge. Because if Heeseung can fuck you like a toy and then care for you like something precious…

What the hell are the other three capable of? You get your answer somewhere around an hour after Heeseung leaves.

The apartment has gone quiet, city lights bleeding through the blinds in faint orange stripes, the distant hum of traffic like white noise. You’re half-asleep in your own bed again, body still humming from earlier, skin too sensitive, mind too full of everything that’s happened since you walked through the front door. The sheets feel cool against the faint bruises blooming on your hips.

You don’t hear the door open. Just feel the mattress dip behind you, slow, careful, like whoever it is doesn’t want to startle you awake. Then warmth. Jay’s chest presses to your back, not crowding, not possessive in the usual way. Just… there. Solid. His arm slides around your waist from behind, palm flattening low on your stomach. Fingers splay wide, covering as much skin as they can without gripping.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just breathes, slow, even, against the nape of your neck. His nose brushes the baby hairs there once, twice. Then his thumb starts moving.

Slow circles. Lazy, deliberate swirls over the soft skin just below your navel. The kind of touch that feels like he’s tracing something fragile. Like you’re made of blown glass, or spun sugar, or something that might crack if he presses too hard.

It’s nothing like the way they’ve touched you all day. No slaps. No gropes. No mocking whispers or filthy promises. Just this. Quiet. Steady. Almost reverent. You tense for half a second, waiting for the punchline, the shift into something meaner.

It doesn’t come. Instead, his lips find the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. Not a kiss. Just a resting place. Warm breath fanning over your skin in time with the slow rub of his thumb. “You okay?” he murmurs eventually. Voice low, rough from sleep and whatever else he’s been doing in the dark. Not demanding an answer. Just… checking.

You don’t know what to say. Your throat feels tight. You nod once, small, barely there. His hand keeps moving. Same rhythm. Same gentleness. Circles widening a little, then tightening again, like he’s memorizing the shape of you under his palm.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says against your skin. “Any of it. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whenever.”

The words hang there, simple, quiet, sincere in a way that doesn’t match the asshole roommates who printed rules on the fridge and came on your face like it was a housewarming tradition. You swallow. “I’m… okay,” you whisper. It’s the truth, mostly. The rest is too tangled to name.

He hums once, soft, approving. His arm tightens just enough to pull you closer, back flush to his chest. No grind. No wandering hands. Just holding. The circles don’t stop. Slow. Soothing. Like he’s trying to rub the tension out of you molecule by molecule. You feel your breathing start to match his, deeper, slower. The ache between your legs dulls to a low throb instead of a sharp pulse. Your eyelids grow heavy again. Jay doesn’t move to leave.

Doesn’t push for more. Just stays. Palm warm on your waist. Thumb still drawing those endless, careful circles. Like you’re something worth being gentle with. Even here. Even now. You fall asleep to the rhythm of it, his heartbeat steady against your spine, his breath even against your neck, the soft scrape of calluses on your skin.

And for the first time since you moved in, the apartment doesn’t feel quite so dangerous.

Sunlight slices through the half-open blinds in thin, golden bars across your bare back. You wake slowly, first to the sensation of heat, then weight, then the unmistakable press of something thick and heavy sliding past your lips before your eyes are even open.

Heeseung. He’s already there, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, one hand braced on the headboard, the other cradling the back of your skull with surprising care. His cock is hard, morning wood, thick and flushed, veins prominent under the skin, and he’s feeding it to you slowly, not thrusting, just… settling. Like he’s been waiting for you to wake up around him.

Your lashes flutter. A soft, sleepy sound escapes your throat, half protest, half surrender, as your mouth stretches to accommodate him. He doesn’t push deeper than you can take. Just holds still once the head bumps the back of your tongue, letting you adjust.

“Shh,” he murmurs above you, thumb stroking the hinge of your jaw. “Morning, baby.”

His voice is gravel-rough from sleep, softer than it has any right to be. You blink up at him through damp lashes. He’s shirtless, hair a wreck, eyes dark but not cruel. There’s something almost apologetic in the way he looks down at you, like he knows exactly how many times he’s already used this mouth, this body, in the last forty-eight hours and still can’t stop.

You don’t pull away. Instead, you flatten your tongue along the underside, hollow your cheeks just enough to make him hiss quietly. His hips twitch once, small, involuntary, then still again.

“Good girl,” he breathes. Not mocking. Quiet. Almost reverent.

That’s when you feel the mattress dip on either side. Jake slides in behind you first, warm chest pressing to your back, knees nudging yours apart. His cock, already leaking, slides between your thighs, not inside yet, just rocking slow and lazy along your folds. He kisses the nape of your neck, open-mouthed and gentle, like he’s tasting sleep-warmed skin instead of claiming territory.

“Morning, princess,” he whispers against your ear. One hand slips under you, cupping your breast, not squeezing, just holding. Palm warm. Fingers splayed. Thumb brushing the nipple in slow, soothing circles.

Sunghoon appears on your other side, long limbs unfolding gracefully. He doesn’t speak at first. Just watches your face while Heeseung rocks shallowly into your mouth. Then he leans in, presses a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. The gesture is so unexpectedly tender your breath hitches around Heeseung’s length.

Sunghoon’s hand finds your hip. Strokes down the curve of your waist, then back up. Like he’s memorizing every dip and swell. Like he’s sorry for every bruise he’s left there. Jay’s the last to join.

He’s fully dressed, gray sweats, black tee, hair still damp from a shower, sitting in the armchair across from the bed with a steaming mug of black coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. Vertical hold. Red recording dot blinking steadily.

He doesn’t say anything filthy. Doesn’t bark orders. Just watches. Sips. The corner of his mouth lifts when your eyes meet his over Heeseung’s shoulder. Not a smirk. Something quieter. Almost fond. “Pretty,” he mouths. No sound. Just the shape of the word.

Heeseung starts moving then, slow, shallow rolls of his hips. Never deep enough to choke you. Just enough to fill your mouth, to let you taste the salt and musk of him. Your hands come up instinctively, fingers curling around the base he can’t fit, stroking what your lips can’t reach.

Jake shifts behind you. Lines himself up. Presses in, slow. So slow. The stretch is lazy, unhurried, like he has all morning to sink into you. When he bottoms out, he stays there. Doesn’t thrust. Just grinds in tiny, rolling circles, letting you feel every inch pressed against that spot inside that makes your toes curl.

Sunghoon’s hand slides between you and the mattress. Finds your clit. Circles it with the same gentle pressure Jake’s using on your nipple. No frantic rubbing. No pinching. Just soft, steady friction that builds slow and syrupy.

You moan around Heeseung, muffled, needy. The vibration makes him groan low in his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “That’s it.”

They move like they’ve rehearsed it. Like they’ve agreed, silently, somewhere in the dark hours after Jay held you last night, that today they won’t break you. Not more than they already have.

Jake rocks into you in time with Heeseung’s shallow thrusts. Sunghoon’s fingers never falter, patient, coaxing. Your body starts to tremble, not from overstimulation, but from the slow, relentless climb they’re building together.

Jay’s phone stays steady. He tilts it slightly, capturing the way your back arches, the way Jake’s hand splays protectively over your stomach, the way Sunghoon’s lips brush your shoulder every few seconds like he can’t help himself.

Heeseung’s breathing grows ragged first. “Gonna come,” he warns, voice strained, almost pleading. “Where do you want it, baby?” You can’t answer with words. Just tighten your lips around him, suck harder, look up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

He swears under his breath. Pulls out at the last second, strokes himself twice, and spills across your tongue in thick, warm pulses. You swallow what you can; the rest drips from the corner of your mouth. Heeseung catches it with his thumb, pushes it back between your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispers again. This time his voice cracks. Jake’s rhythm falters behind you. His forehead drops to your shoulder. “Fuck—can I—inside?”

You nod frantically, around Heeseung’s softening cock still resting on your tongue.

He groans, long, low, broken, and buries himself deep. Comes with a shudder that rocks through both of you. Hot. Thick. Filling you until it leaks out around him, down your thighs. He doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays seated, grinding lazily through the aftershocks, letting you clench around him like he’s trying to keep every drop where it belongs.

Sunghoon’s fingers speed up just enough, still gentle, still careful, and you come like a wave breaking slow. No scream. No violent shaking. Just a long, trembling release that leaves you boneless, whimpering softly into Heeseung’s thigh.

They don’t rush to move.

Jake stays inside you, softening but not leaving. Sunghoon keeps petting your clit through the aftershocks, light, soothing touches now. Heeseung strokes your hair back from your face, tucking strands behind your ear.

Jay finally lowers the phone. Stops recording. Sets the mug on the side table. Walks over. He kneels on the edge of the bed, still fully clothed, and cups your cheek. Thumb swipes away the last trace of Heeseung from your lip.

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You nod. Eyes heavy. Body humming. He leans down. Kisses your forehead, soft. Lingering. Then he looks at the others. “Group chat,” he says simply. “She’s gonna want to see it later.”

Jake chuckles, soft, breathless, against your neck. “She’s gonna come again just watching.” Sunghoon finally pulls his hand away. Presses one last kiss to your shoulder blade. Heeseung helps ease you onto your side, careful, like you might shatter. Jake slips out slowly, both of you hissing at the loss. Cum leaks immediately, thick, white, obscene. Jay grabs a clean towel from the nightstand, wipes between your thighs with the same gentle care Heeseung used last night.

No one speaks for a minute. Just breathing. Skin cooling. Hearts slowing. Then Heeseung breaks the quiet. “We were… a lot,” he says. Voice rough. Eyes on yours. “Yesterday. The day before. If it’s too much—”

You shake your head before he can finish. Reach up. Curl your fingers around his wrist. “I’m here,” you whisper. “I’m staying.” Something flickers across his face, relief, maybe. Guilt, definitely.

Jay’s hand finds yours. Squeezes once. Jake presses his lips to the back of your neck, soft, apologetic. Sunghoon just watches you. Then leans in. Kisses the corner of your mouth. Slow. Sweet. “Breakfast,” Jay says eventually. “In bed. No rules for the next hour.”

You laugh, small, wrecked, real. They move like they’ve been given permission to be soft. And for the first time since you moved in, you let yourself believe they might actually mean it. The rest of the day unfolds like something borrowed from another life.

No one touches you. Not in the hungry, claiming way you’ve come to expect. No wandering hands under your shirt while you’re making toast. No casual spanks when you bend to pick up a stray sock. No one pins you against the counter or drags you onto a lap. The rules, those printed, obscene bullet points on the fridge, might as well be written in invisible ink for how irrelevant they feel in the soft, lazy hours that follow breakfast.

They just… stay.

All four of them orbit you without crowding. The living room becomes this strange, sunlit island: blankets dragged from bedrooms, pillows piled into a makeshift nest on the sectional, takeout containers from last night still scattered like evidence of a truce. Someone puts on music, low-fi beats, nothing aggressive, just enough rhythm to fill the quiet without demanding attention. Jake sprawls across the floor with his head in your lap, scrolling memes on his phone and reading the funniest ones out loud in increasingly ridiculous voices until you snort-laugh and accidentally knee him in the ribs.

“Ow, princess, you trying to murder me?” he whines, but he’s grinning, grabbing your hand to press a dramatic kiss to your knuckles before going right back to his phone.

Jay sits cross-legged at the other end of the couch, one of your feet in his lap. He massages your ankle absentmindedly while he argues with Heeseung about whether the new season of some crime drama is trash or genius. Every time you shift, he squeezes your calf once, gentle, grounding, like a silent check-in.

Heeseung’s on the armchair opposite, legs kicked up on the coffee table, nursing the same lukewarm coffee from this morning. He catches your eye every so often and just… holds it. No smirk. No heat. Just a small, almost shy tilt of his mouth, like he’s still surprised you’re still here.

Sunghoon is the quietest. He’s tucked into the corner of the sectional, long legs stretched out, one arm slung over the backrest behind you. He doesn’t say much, just watches. Watches you laugh at Jake’s dumb jokes. Watches the way your shoulders slowly unclench. Watches the way the afternoon light turns your skin gold.

You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time someone shifts closer, every time a hand brushes your arm or knee, your body tenses on instinct, bracing for the grab, the grope, the inevitable slide into filth. But it never comes.

Instead: Jake starts a pillow fight that lasts exactly thirty five seconds before Jay declares himself referee and tackles Jake into the cushions. Heeseung orders fried chicken and insists on feeding you the first piece, holding it to your lips like Jay used to, but this time there’s no sauce-smeared thumb, no dirty promise in his eyes. Just a soft “Open up, baby,” and when you do, he smiles like you’ve given him something precious.

Sunghoon eventually migrates closer. Not crowding. Just enough that his thigh presses warm against yours. You glance at him, skeptical, guarded, still half-expecting the mask to slip. He notices. Of course he does. His hand lifts, slow, telegraphing every movement so you can pull away if you want. You don’t.

Fingers gentle, he reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers there, knuckles grazing the shell lightly, before he lets his palm cup the side of your face for half a heartbeat. You freeze. He smiles. Not the cold, cutting one he usually wears. Something smaller. Softer. Almost sad.

“You are our friend, sweetheart,” he says quietly. His voice is low enough that the others have to strain to hear, but they do. The room quiets around the words like they’re something fragile. You blink. Throat tight. Sunghoon’s thumb brushes your cheekbone once, barely there.

“We fucked this up from the start,” he continues, softer still. “We saw you walk through that door looking like you were ready to bolt at the first wrong move… and we made sure every move was wrong. On purpose.” His gaze drops to where his hand still rests against your skin. “Thought it’d be easier if you hated us. If you left on your own. If we never had to admit we wanted you to stay for more than just—”

He stops. Swallows. “—for more than just the easy parts.” The confession hangs there, heavy and unpolished. Jake’s head is still in your lap; he’s gone unnaturally still, staring up at the ceiling like he’s afraid to interrupt. Jay’s thumb has paused on your ankle.

Heeseung sets his coffee down. Slowly. You look around at them, all four, and for the first time you see it: the guilt. Not performative. Not a tactic. Real. Raw. Sitting under their skin like a bruise they’ve been ignoring. Sunghoon’s hand finally drops from your face, but he doesn’t move away.

“We’re not asking for forgiveness,” he says. “We don’t deserve it. Not yet. But we’re not gonna keep treating you like—” He exhales through his nose. “—like you’re disposable. Not anymore.” Silence stretches. Then Jake, sweet, chaotic Jake, breaks it by pressing the softest kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“Friends can still cuddle, right?” he mumbles against your skin. “Because I’m not moving. My head’s too comfy.” A tiny, surprised laugh bubbles out of you. Jay squeezes your calf once. “We’ve got time,” he says simply. “No rush. No rules today.”

Heeseung leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Tell us what you want,” he says. “Right now. Anything. We’ll listen.” You look at them, really look. The assholes who printed rules on the fridge. The ones who marked you, used you, laughed while they did it. The ones who just spent an entire day proving they know how to be gentle when they choose to be. You swallow.

“I want…” Your voice is small at first. Then steadier. “I want to believe you.” Sunghoon’s eyes soften. “Then we’ll keep showing you,” he says. “Until you do.”

Jake nuzzles closer into your lap like a cat claiming territory. Jay resumes the slow massage on your ankle. Heeseung picks up the remote, queues up some mindless comedy you’ve all seen a hundred times.

And Sunghoon, quiet, beautiful, regretful Sunghoon, leans in just enough to rest his forehead against your temple. “Friends,” he whispers again. Like a promise.

Like a beginning. The afternoon bleeds into evening. No one fucks you. No one even tries. They just stay. Laughing. Joking. Touching you like you matter. And for the first time since you moved in, you let yourself lean into it.

Just a little. Just enough to see what happens when the rules stop mattering and the people start to.

The apartment feels different when the others are gone, quieter, yes, but not the hollow kind of quiet that echoes off the walls. It’s softer, warmer, like the whole space exhales once Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon finally slip out the door with their jackets half-zipped and promises of “real food” still lingering in the air. Twenty minutes ago they each pressed a kiss to your forehead, Heeseung’s lingering the longest, his thumb sweeping slow circles over your cheekbone as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were letting all four of them stay, Jay’s quick and teasing with a wink, Sunghoon’s almost shy, lips brushing your skin like a secret. They told Jake to behave, and the second the door clicked shut behind them, Jake’s grin turned wicked, golden-retriever energy dialed up to eleven, like the instruction itself was foreplay.

He’s been orbiting you ever since, turning half-hearted chores into an excuse to stay glued to your side. You’re folding laundry on the couch, and he keeps “helping” by snatching shirts out of your hands just to hold them up like trophies before tossing them back in a messy pile. In the kitchen he hip-checks you every time you reach for a dish towel, laughing low and bright when you swat at his chest. The late-afternoon sun pours through the big windows in thick golden slabs, catching on the fine hairs of his arms, turning his skin warm and honeyed. You’re both a little sweaty from moving around, the faint scent of his cologne, something clean, mixing with the laundry detergent and the leftover smell of last night’s fried chicken still clinging to the air. 

“You’re terrible at this,” you say, watching him wrestle a fitted sheet into something that vaguely resembles a rectangle. The elastic corners keep snapping back at him like they have a personal grudge.

Jake flashes that devastating, all-teeth smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m excellent at distractions. Watch this, baby.”

Before you can protest, he shakes the sheet out with dramatic flair, like a matador taunting a bull, then whips it over both your heads in one smooth motion. The world narrows instantly to white cotton filtered sunlight, the fabric draping around you like a private tent. You’re both laughing before you can stop it, deep, helpless belly laughs that make your ribs ache and your eyes water. The sheet muffles everything, turning the sound intimate and close. Jake’s body is right there, heat radiating off him, chest brushing yours with every breathless chuckle. He tugs you deeper under the fabric, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, and suddenly the playful game shifts. His nose nudges yours. You feel the brush of his lashes against your cheek. The laughter fades into something heavier, warmer, the air between you thickening like honey.

“See?” he murmurs, voice low and rougher now. “Masterclass in procrastination.”

You roll your eyes, but your hands are already sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. You don’t push him away. You pull him closer.

The sheet eventually slips to the floor in a crumpled heap, forgotten. You move down the hallway together, the basket of clean clothes balanced on your hip, Jake trailing so close his fingers keep ghosting the small of your back. You bend over to grab a stray sock that’s escaped onto the floor, nothing exaggerated, just a natural lean, your thin cotton shorts riding up just enough to expose the curve where thigh meets hip. Behind you, Jake sucks in a sharp, punched-out breath, like the sight physically winds him.

You freeze.

His hand settles on your hip, palm broad and hot, fingers spreading wide over the soft flesh through the fabric. Not a slap, not a grope. Just… claiming. Resting there with deliberate weight, thumb stroking a slow, lazy circle that makes your skin prickle. You feel every callus on his fingertips, the faint tremble in his touch like he’s fighting the urge to squeeze harder. Heat blooms low in your belly, liquid and slow.

You straighten up slowly, deliberately, and his hand stays glued to you, sliding with the motion so it ends up cupping the full cheek. He turns you around with the gentlest pressure on your hip, like you’re made of glass he’s terrified of cracking. Your back meets the cool wall of the hallway with a soft thud. Jake crowds in immediately, but not aggressively, his body cages you without trapping, one forearm braced beside your head, the other hand still kneading your ass with slow, possessive squeezes that make your breath hitch.

His eyes have gone dark, almost black, pupils blown wide. Not the usual playful hunger. Something deeper. Hungrier. Worshipful.

“Hey,” he breathes, voice gravel-rough. “You good? Still with me?” You nod, small and shaky, because the air has turned thick, syrupy, every inhale dragging like molasses. Your nipples are already tight against your shirt, and you know he can see it. He leans in like he’s giving you every chance to stop him. The first kiss is feather-light, barely a brush of lips, testing, asking. You answer by tilting your head, parting your mouth just enough, tongue flicking out to taste him. That’s all the permission he needs.

Jake kisses you like he’s been starving for it since the day you moved in, like every shared glance and late-night movie marathon has been foreplay leading to this exact second. Slow. So fucking slow. His lips are plush and warm, sliding against yours with wet, deliberate pressure. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, tongue tracing the seam until you open wider, then he licks inside, deep, lazy strokes that map every inch of you like he’s memorizing the taste. You moan softly into his mouth and he answers with a low, guttural groan that vibrates straight down to your clit. His hand on your ass tightens, pulling you flush against him so you can feel exactly how hard he already is, thick, heavy ridge straining against his sweatpants, pressing right against your lower belly.

One of his hands cradles your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone while the other slides up under your shirt, palm flat and scorching against the bare skin of your stomach. He doesn’t rush. His fingers splay wide, stroking up your ribs, tracing the underside of your breasts with reverent touches. When his thumb finally brushes over your nipple, already pebbled and aching, he circles it slowly, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp and arch into him. He swallows the sound, kissing you deeper, tongue fucking into your mouth in filthy, rhythmic strokes that mimic exactly what you wish his cock was doing somewhere else.

You’re grinding on his thigh now, small, helpless rolls of your hips that drag your soaked pussy along the hard muscle. The thin fabric of your shorts is useless; you can feel how wet you’ve gotten, the slickness coating your inner thighs, probably leaving a damp spot on his sweats. Jake breaks the kiss only to drag his open mouth down your jaw, sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. He bites down gently, then soothes it with his tongue, leaving faint red marks that bloom under his lips. You tilt your head back against the wall, exposing more of your throat, and he takes full advantage, licking a hot stripe down to your collarbone, sucking hard enough that you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, little purple galaxies only the four of them will see.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” he groans against your skin, voice wrecked. “Sweet. Like you’ve been waiting for me to do this all day.”

His hand leaves your breast only to slide down, cupping your pussy through your shorts. He doesn’t push inside, just rubs the heel of his palm in slow, firm circles right over your clit, feeling how soaked the fabric is. You whimper, hips jerking, and he chuckles darkly into your neck.

“Yeah? That feel good, baby? You’re dripping for me already.”

You can’t answer with words, just a broken moan as two of his fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, tracing your slick folds without pushing in, spreading your wetness up to your clit and rubbing tight, teasing circles. Your hands are frantic now, one fisted in his hair, the other palming the thick length of his cock through his sweats, squeezing and stroking him until he’s panting against your mouth, hips twitching like he’s fighting not to rut into your hand.

You kiss for what feels like hours, messy, spit-slick, tongues tangled and sliding. Your lips are swollen and tingling, jaw aching in the best way. He keeps breaking away only to come right back, sucking on your tongue, biting your bottom lip, whispering filthy little praises between kisses.

“So fucking pretty when you’re desperate like this… making those sweet little sounds for me… gonna ruin me, baby, you know that?”

Your legs are trembling. He notices, always notices, and presses his thigh harder between yours, letting you ride it properly now, the friction perfect and relentless. His fingers keep working your clit in lazy strokes, dipping just inside your entrance to gather more slick before sliding back up, never giving you enough to come, just keeping you right on the edge, trembling and whimpering into his mouth.

When he finally pulls back, forehead resting against yours, both of you are breathing like you’ve run miles, chests heaving, lips shiny and red, his hair a complete mess from your fingers. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, cock throbbing visibly against your palm.

“Shit,” he laughs, breathless and shaky. “I didn’t mean to… fuck, I just—”

You cut him off with another kiss, slow, deep, pouring everything you’re feeling into it. When you pull away, you whisper against his swollen lips, “I know. I wanted it too.”

He smiles, that crooked, boyish, heart-stopping smile, and kisses the tip of your nose, then your forehead, then pulls you tight into his chest. His arms wrap around you completely, one hand still cupping your ass possessively, the other stroking soothing circles up and down your spine. You can feel his heart hammering against yours, his cock still hard and insistent between you, but he doesn’t push. Doesn’t grind. Just holds you there in the hallway, the distant hum of the fridge and the faint city traffic the only sounds left.

You stay like that for a long, indulgent stretch of minutes, bodies pressed together, breaths syncing, the ache between your legs still pulsing but somehow perfectly satisfied by the simple fact of being wrapped up in him. His lips brush your temple.

“Friends can make out, right?” he murmurs, echoing the joke from earlier, voice warm with affection and something deeper.

You laugh softly against his chest, the sound muffled and content. “Yeah, Jake. Friends can definitely make out.”

And for now, for this golden, sun-drenched afternoon, that’s more than enough. The others will be back soon, but right now the apartment is yours and his, and he just keeps holding you like he never wants to let go.

The hallway still smells faintly of Jake’s cologne, clean and warm skin, and the soft, powdery scent of laundry detergent clinging to the crumpled clothes you never quite finished putting away. His lips are swollen and glossy from the long, lazy make-out against the wall, cheeks flushed a deep pink, pupils blown so wide the pretty hazel is almost gone. He’s breathing hard through his nose, forehead pressed to yours like he needs the contact to stay grounded, hands still shoved up under your shirt, palms hot and broad against the small of your back, thumbs tracing slow, idle arcs that make your spine tingle.

“Fuck,” he whispers, voice wrecked and soft all at once, raw like he’s been shouting your name for hours even though he hasn’t. “I need you on me, princess. Need to feel that pretty pussy sliding down my cock right fucking now.”

The words drop straight into your belly, heavy and molten. You swallow hard, thighs pressing together on instinct, and he feels the tiny clench, grins against the side of your neck, boyish and filthy at the same time.

He doesn’t beg. Doesn’t grab. Just brushes his mouth over the shell of your ear, hot breath ghosting, voice a low rasp that curls straight between your legs.

“Ride me. Please. On the couch. Slow. Let me feel every inch of you taking me like you own it.”

Your cunt throbs at the plea. You nod before you even realize you’re doing it.

Jake laces his fingers through yours, gentle, almost sweet, and leads you back down the hall like you’re going for a Sunday stroll, not about to fuck him stupid in the middle of the living room. The late-afternoon light has shifted, pouring across the big sectional in thick, golden rivers; the cushions are still dented from earlier folding sessions, the air warm and lazy. He drops onto the couch first, sprawling wide, legs splayed, grey sweats already tented, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric like it’s trying to escape.

He then hooks his fingers against the edge of your shorts and drags them down, along with your panties. His eyes darken as he gulps and looks up at you.

He pats his thigh once, slow, inviting, eyes locked on yours with that crooked, heart-melting grin.

You don’t hesitate. You climb on, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips, and the first slow grind of your bare, soaked cunt against the hard, hot length of him through the thin material rips a twin hiss from both your throats. You’re dripping, have been since he pinned you to the hallway wall, and the fabric is already darkening under you, slick. Jake’s hands settle on your hips, not guiding yet, just holding, thumbs stroking the skin right above the waistband of your shorts like he’s memorizing the feel of you.

You start slow. Torturously slow. Tiny, rolling rocks of your hips that drag your swollen clit along the rigid ridge of his cock again and again. The friction is perfect, wet, hot, teasing. Every pass makes the fabric cling tighter, the head of his dick bumping right where you need it. Jake’s head falls back against the couch, throat working on a low, broken groan, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Goddamn, baby… look at you. Already so fucking wet you’re soaking through my sweats. That little pussy weeping for me.”

You giggle, breathless, giddy, almost embarrassed at how turned on you are, and lean down to kiss him. Soft at first, just lips brushing, then deeper: tongues sliding lazy and messy, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the sweetness of the iced americano he had earlier. His hands slide back under your shirt, palms scalding against your ribs, thumbs circling the undersides of your breasts in slow, reverent strokes until your nipples are tight, aching peaks. He pinches them gently, rolls them between thumb and forefinger, and you arch into his touch with a whimper that makes him smile against your mouth.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he mumbles between kisses, voice thick. “So perfect. Been dreaming about this tight little cunt wrapped around me since the second you walked through that door and smiled at all of us like we hung the moon. Gonna let me feel it now, princess? Gonna sit on my cock and ride me nice and slow?”

You lift just enough to shove his sweats down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick, flushed dark, veins standing out, the tip already glistening with a fat bead of pre-cum that streaks down the shaft when you wrap your fingers around him. One slow, firm stroke from base to head has him groaning, hips twitching up into your fist. You line him up, notch the blunt head against your dripping entrance, and sink down.

The first inch is heaven.

You both moan, long, filthy sounds, as he stretches you open, thick and hot and perfect, splitting you so deliciously slow you feel every ridge, every vein. Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut. He bottoms out with your ass flush to his thighs, balls pressed tight against you, and the fullness is so overwhelming your walls flutter around him like you’re already close.

“Fuuuuck,” Jake breathes, hands flexing hard on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to bruise. “That’s it. Take every fucking inch, princess. Look at you, swallowing me like you were made for it. So goddamn tight and wet and perfect.”

You start riding him properly, long, deliberate lifts and sinks, rolling your hips on every downstroke so your clit grinds against his pelvis. The sounds of your cunt taking him echo in the quiet apartment: slick, filthy squelches every time you drop down, his cock glistening with your arousal when you rise. Jake’s eyes are glued to where you’re joined, watching himself disappear inside you over and over with something like awe.

“Listen to that,” he groans, voice cracking. “That sloppy little sound every time you take me. You’re dripping down my balls, baby, making such a pretty mess all over me. Gonna stain the couch and I don’t even care.”

You bury your face in his neck for a second, flushed and turned on beyond words, then bite down on the skin there, light, teasing. He jolts, cock twitching hard inside you, and groans louder.

“Fuck, do that again. Mark me up, princess. Want the others to see who got to have you first.”

You do, sucking a faint pink bloom into his throat while you ride him harder, faster, breasts bouncing under your thin shirt. His mouth finds your nipple through the fabric, sucking hard, teeth grazing, soaking the cotton until it’s transparent and clinging. You cry out, high and needy, hips snapping down faster now, chasing the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.

Jake’s losing it beautifully, head thrown back, throat exposed, hands gripping your ass and spreading you wider so he can watch every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your greedy cunt.

“Shit, ride it harder, baby. Fuck yourself on me. Use my cock like the greedy little slut you are. Come all over it, wanna feel this pussy milk me dry.”

The filthy words spoken in that sweet, reverent tone send you spiraling. You slam down harder, clit grinding relentlessly, thighs burning. He slides one hand between you, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing fast, firm circles.

“Come on, princess. Give it to me. Soak my cock. Make it messy. Wanna feel you gush.”

You shatter with a broken cry, head thrown back, back arching, clamping down around him in hard, pulsing waves. Your vision whites out. Thighs shake violently. You gush around him, slick flooding out around his base, soaking his balls and the couch beneath you. Jake swears, low and guttural, hips stuttering up once, twice, burying himself to the hilt as he comes, thick, hot ropes of cum painting your walls, filling you so full it leaks out immediately around his throbbing length.

He holds you flush against him through every aftershock, arms banded tight around your waist, forehead pressed to your collarbone, breathing ragged and shaky. You stay like that, sweaty, trembling, his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum slowly trickling out, while he kisses your shoulder, your neck, the corner of your mouth with soft, lazy presses.

“Best fucking ride of my life,” he mumbles, voice hoarse and sated, nuzzling into your hair.

You laugh, soft, spent, glowing, and nuzzle back. “Friends can do that too, right?”

He chuckles, kissing your temple. “Friends can do whatever the fuck they want.” You’re still seated on him, his cock twitching occasionally inside your cum-filled pussy, when the front door clicks open.

Neither of you moves fast enough. Sunghoon steps in first, grocery bags dangling from one hand, keys in the other, the faint scent of fresh produce and restaurant takeout wafting in with him. He freezes mid-step. Eyes lock on the scene: you straddling Jake on the couch, shirt rucked up to your collarbones, thighs spread obscenely wide, Jake’s cock still half-hard and buried inside you, thick white cum already leaking in slow, creamy rivulets down his balls and onto the cushion.

The bags hit the floor with a heavy, forgotten thud. A carton of eggs probably cracks, but no one cares. Sunghoon’s jaw tightens so hard you hear the sharp click of his teeth. His eyes, usually cool and calm, go black, dangerous, glittering with something possessive and furious.

“What. The. Fuck.”

His voice is ice wrapped in velvet. Low. Deadly calm. Jake startles, arms tightening around you protectively, but he doesn’t dare pull out. Doesn’t even try to cover you.

“Hyung—wait, it’s not—”

Sunghoon crosses the room in three long strides, towering over both of you. He doesn’t yell. Doesn’t shove Jake. Just reaches down, grips your chin between thumb and forefinger, firm, not bruising, and tilts your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb drags slow and deliberate across your bottom lip, then presses inside. You suck instinctively, tongue swirling around the digit, tasting the faint salt of his skin.

His eyes flick to Jake, cold as winter.

“Get out from under her. Now.”

Jake hesitates half a second. Sunghoon’s voice drops even lower, lethal.

“I said now.”

Jake lifts you carefully with a wet, filthy sound that makes Sunghoon’s nostrils flare. The moment he slips free, a thick gush of his cum pours out of you, sliding down your inner thighs in white trails. Jake stays seated on the couch, chest heaving as he watches warily.

Sunghoon never looks away from you. He steps closer, one hand sliding to the nape of your neck, thumb pressing right over your racing pulse, while the other grips your hip hard enough to anchor you. “You let him fuck you the second we walked out the door?” he murmurs, voice velvet and venom, lips brushing your ear. “Spread this pretty pussy for whoever was home first? Without waiting for me? Without even texting?”

You shake your head, small, instinctive, breath caught in your throat. “No?”

He leans in closer, breath hot against your skin. “Then why the fuck are you stuffed so full of him, hmm?”

Two of his long fingers dip between your thighs without warning, sliding deep into your cum-slick cunt with a wet squelch. You gasp, knees buckling. He curls them slowly, deliberately, scissoring, feeling the warm, sticky mess Jake left behind, pushing it deeper before dragging it out again. When he pulls his fingers free they’re coated thick and white. He holds them up between you, shiny, dripping, then brings them to your mouth.

“Clean.”

You open obediently. Suck his fingers clean, tongue swirling, tasting yourself and Jake and the faint metallic tang of Sunghoon’s skin, moaning around them while he watches with dark, unblinking eyes.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice low and rough. Then, suddenly, he yanks you forward by the neck and kisses you, hard, possessive, teeth clashing, tongue fucking into your mouth like he’s erasing every trace of Jake’s kisses. When he pulls back his lips are wet, eyes blazing with jealousy and hunger.

“Bedroom. Now.”

He doesn’t wait for you to walk. Just scoops you up like you weigh nothing, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck, cum still dripping down your thighs and onto his shirt. Jake scrambles up and follows, sweats tugged up haphazardly.

Sunghoon kicks the bedroom door shut behind the three of you with a bang that rattles the frame. He drops you onto the bed, gentle enough not to hurt, rough enough that you bounce, thighs splaying open automatically. He looms over you, tall and broad and radiating controlled fury.

“Strip. Everything off. Let me see exactly what he got to play with while I was gone.”

You obey instantly, tugging your shirt over your head, shoving your shorts down, kicking them aside until you’re completely bare, pussy puffy and glistening.

His gaze rakes over every inch of you, slow, possessive, furious, hungry. He licks his lips. “You’re mine tonight, princess. All fucking mine. And you’re going to feel exactly who this cunt belongs to until you can’t remember anyone else’s name.”

He glances at Jake, standing frozen by the door, eyes wide and cock twitching in his sweats.

“You can watch,” Sunghoon says coldly, voice like a blade. “But you don’t touch. Not until I say so. You sit there and watch me take back what’s mine.”

Jake swallows hard. Nods once. Sinks into the chair in the corner, hand already palming himself through his sweats like he can’t help it.

Sunghoon turns back to you. Grabs your thighs in both hands and spreads them wide, wide enough that your folds spread, dripping. He lowers his head slowly, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

The first long, vicious swipe of his tongue through your folds is punishing, hot, wet, claiming, licking every drop of Jake’s cum straight out of you like he’s erasing the evidence. You arch off the bed with a sharp cry, hands flying to his hair. Sunghoon doesn’t stop. He eats you like a man starved, tongue fucking deep inside your cum-filled hole, sucking noisily, swallowing every filthy mix of you and Jake with low, possessive growls that vibrate straight to your clit. He sucks your swollen folds into his mouth, tongue flicking mercilessly over your clit, then dives back in to lap at the creamy mess still oozing out of you.

You’re moaning, loud, broken, shameless, hips grinding against his face while he devours you, chin and lips shiny with cum and your fresh slick. He pulls back just long enough to growl against your thigh,

“Gonna lick every last drop of him out of this pussy until it only tastes like me. And then I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow when the others take their turns.”

His mouth seals back over your clit, sucking hard, two fingers plunging deep, and the jealousy is only just beginning.

The bedroom is thick with the sounds of Sunghoon’s mouth devouring you, long, filthy drags of his tongue through your cum-slick folds, sucking Jake’s release out of your fluttering hole like he’s personally insulted by every drop. He’s relentless, humming low against your clit, two fingers curled deep inside you, scissoring and stroking that spongy spot that makes your thighs quake around his ears. Your back is arched off the bed, hands fisted in his dark hair, moans spilling out broken and shameless as another orgasm teeters right on the edge.

Then the door bangs open.

Heeseung fills the frame like a storm cloud, broad shoulders tight, jaw locked, one hand fisted in the back of Jake’s t-shirt. Jake looks wrecked already: lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed crimson, cock still half-hard and shiny with your slick, the cocky little grin from earlier completely wiped away. Heeseung doesn’t even glance at you at first. His voice is low, calm, the kind of calm that makes the air feel heavier.

“Living room. Now.”

Jake opens his mouth, probably to whine, to joke, to try and charm his way out of it, but Heeseung’s grip tightens, fabric stretching across Jake’s shoulders. Jake stumbles forward instead, casting one last wide-eyed look at you before they disappear down the hall. The living-room door shuts with a soft, deliberate click that somehow feels louder than a slam.

You’re left panting, chest heaving, Sunghoon’s tongue still lazily circling your clit like the interruption was nothing more than background noise. He presses one last open-mouthed kiss to your dripping pussy, then pulls back slowly, lips glossy, chin glistening with a messy mix of you and Jake. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, slow and deliberate, eyes dark and glittering with dark amusement as he rises to his knees between your spread thighs.

“Looks like someone earned himself a timeout,” he murmurs, voice velvet-rough, thumb brushing a lazy stripe up your inner thigh to collect the fresh slick still leaking out of you. His gaze flicks toward the hallway, then back to your flushed, trembling body. “Guess that leaves the three of us to remind you exactly how this works, princess.”

Jay appears in the doorway a heartbeat later, arms crossed over his chest, shoulder propped against the frame, eyes raking over you with that cool, assessing hunger that always makes your stomach flip. He takes his time stepping inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet snick, the lock clicking into place like a promise.

You try to push yourself up on your elbows, instinct, nerves, the sudden awareness of how exposed and messy you are, but Sunghoon’s large hand plants flat on your sternum and pushes you right back down into the mattress. Firm. Unyielding. Possessive.

“Stay right there,” he says softly, almost sweet, but the edge underneath it makes your cunt clench around nothing. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Jay stops at the foot of the bed, looking down at the obscene picture you make: completely naked, skin flushed pink, thighs shiny with slick and cum, nipples tight and begging, pussy puffy and still leaking. He reaches out, fingers threading through the hair at your scalp, tightening until your breath hitches. He yanks your head back just enough to expose the long line of your throat, thumb stroking once over your racing pulse.

“You let him fuck you raw the second we left,” Jay says, voice low and dangerously even. “Without asking. Without waiting. Without even a text to let us know our pretty little slut was getting her cunt filled.”

His free hand slides down your body, possessive, claiming, cupping your soaked pussy like it belongs to him. Two thick fingers push inside without warning, rough and deep, curling hard against that spot that makes white sparks burst behind your eyes. You cry out, hips jerking, walls fluttering greedily around the intrusion.

Sunghoon watches with a mean little smile, one hand lazily stroking his own thick cock. “This pussy,” Jay continues, voice dropping to a growl as he pumps his fingers faster, “is ours. All of ours. You don’t get to decide who fills it first when we’re not here. Understand?”

You nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure already pricking your eyes. “Y-yes—fuck—yes, it’s yours—”

Sunghoon’s hand replaces Jay’s on your throat, long fingers wrapping around the column, squeezing just enough to make the edges of your vision sparkle and your cunt gush around Jay’s fingers. Not cutting off air. Just reminding you who’s in control.

“Good girl,” Sunghoon breathes against your ear, leaning down to bite your earlobe. “Now prove it.”

They move like they’ve choreographed this a hundred times in their heads.

Jay flips you onto your stomach in one smooth motion, face pressed into the sheets that already smell like sex, ass up high, back arched deep. He keeps one hand fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back until your spine bends in that perfect, aching curve. Sunghoon shoves your thighs wider apart, knees sinking into the mattress as he kneels behind you. His cock is flushed dark, angry, veins throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip as he lines up and slams in, deep, brutal, one single punishing thrust that punches the air straight out of your lungs.

You scream into the sheets, the stretch burning so good it borders on too much. Sunghoon doesn’t give you time to adjust. He sets a ruthless pace immediately, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wetly against your clit with every brutal drive, the wet squelch of your cum-filled pussy echoing obscenely. Jay releases your hair only to wrap his hand around your throat from the front instead, squeezing in perfect time with Sunghoon’s thrusts, thumb pressing under your jaw so you feel every heartbeat.

“Take it,” Jay growls, voice rough with arousal. “Every fucking inch. You wanted cock so bad you couldn’t even wait for all of us? Then you’re gonna take everything we give you, princess. Gonna let us ruin this greedy little hole until you remember who it belongs to.”

Sunghoon leans over your back, chest slick with sweat against your spine, one hand fisting your hair now while the other reaches around to slap your clit, sharp, stinging little taps that make you clench and sob. Jay’s free hand comes down hard on your ass, once, twice, three times, each smack leaving a bright red handprint that blooms hot across your skin.

“Whose pussy is this?” Jay demands, voice low and filthy.

“Yours—” you sob, voice cracking. “Yours—fuck—yours—Sunghoon—Jay—please—”

Sunghoon yanks your head back harder, lips brushing your ear as he pounds into you. “Say it louder. Let the whole fucking apartment hear who owns this cunt.”

The rhythmic slap of skin on skin, your choked moans, Sunghoon’s low possessive growls—“This tight little pussy is fucking mine”—carry clearly down the hallway.

In the living room, Heeseung has Jake pinned against the wall by the collar, fist raised, knuckles white with restraint. The first muffled scream from the bedroom makes them both freeze. Then another, higher, broken, needy. The unmistakable wet slap of Sunghoon’s hips. Jay’s dark chuckle. Your desperate, gagged whimpers around whatever they’re doing to your mouth now.

Heeseung’s fist slowly lowers. Jake’s eyes go wide, cock twitching visibly in his sweats.

Heeseung turns toward the bedroom door, expression unreadable but eyes burning.

Then they’re both moving, fast. 

They burst through the door just as Sunghoon buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. You’re a complete wreck: face down, ass up, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, tears streaking your cheeks, ass glowing red from Jay’s handprints, cunt stretched obscenely around Sunghoon’s thick cock, creamy cum from Jake and your own slick coating your thighs.

Heeseung stops at the foot of the bed, takes one long, possessive look at the scene, then climbs on without a word. 

“Move,” he tells Sunghoon, voice low and lethal.

Sunghoon slows just enough to pull out with a wet, filthy pop, thick strings of cum and slick connecting his cock to your gaping hole. Heeseung grabs your hips, flips you onto your back like you weigh nothing, and hooks your legs over his arms, folding you in half until your knees are by your ears. He lines up and slams in, harder, deeper, angrier than Sunghoon, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that makes you scream his name.

Jay pulls back from where he’d been feeding you his cock, letting you gasp for air, then moves behind you. Sunghoon shifts to your side, hand wrapping around your throat again, thumb stroking your pulse almost tenderly now.

Jay presses the blunt head of his cock against your ass, already slick from the mess dripping down, and pushes in slow, relentless, the burn intense and overwhelming as he stretches you open around him. Heeseung stays buried to the hilt in your pussy, holding perfectly still while Jay sinks deeper, until both of them are fully seated inside you, rubbing against each other through the thin wall, filling you so completely you can feel them in your throat.

You’re sobbing, overwhelmed, stretched to your limit, pleasure so sharp it hurts, in the best possible way.

“Breathe, baby,” Sunghoon murmurs, voice softer now, fingers loosening just enough on your throat. “You’re taking us so fucking well. Such a good girl for us.”

They start moving, slow at first, testing, letting you adjust to the impossible fullness. Then harder. Deeper. Alternating thrusts, Heeseung driving in while Jay pulls out, Jay slamming home while Heeseung retreats, until the rhythm syncs and they’re both fucking into you at the same time, stretching you open on two thick cocks with every synchronized thrust.

Jake stands frozen by the door, cock rock-hard again, hand wrapped tight around it, stroking himself slow and desperate, eyes wide and glassy with guilt and raw arousal. Sunghoon notices. His voice cuts through the wet sounds of flesh. “Watch, Jake. You started this. Now you get to watch how we remind her exactly who she belongs to.”

Jay’s fingers find your swollen, oversensitive clit, rubbing fast, rough circles that make your vision spark white.

“Come,” he orders, voice rough. “Come on both our cocks. Milk us. Show us who this perfect body belongs to.”

You shatter harder than you ever have, screaming, back bowing, spasming violently around both cocks, gushing slick down Heeseung’s shaft as your orgasm rips through you in endless waves. Heeseung comes first with a deep, broken growl of your name, flooding your pussy with hot, thick pulses. Jay follows seconds later, burying himself deep in your ass and filling you with rope after rope until it leaks out around his base. Sunghoon strokes himself twice, fast and rough, then spills across your stomach and tits in long, creamy stripes, marking you visibly.

They don’t pull out right away.

Just stay buried deep inside you, panting, sweating, chests heaving, holding you between them like something precious and thoroughly, beautifully ruined.

Heeseung leans down first, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your tear-streaked cheek. “Mine,” he whispers against your skin.

Jay echoes it against your shoulder, lips brushing the fresh bite mark Sunghoon left earlier. “Mine.”

Sunghoon’s fingers loosen completely on your throat, turning into gentle strokes along your jaw. “Mine too, princess. Always.”

You’re trembling, wrecked, full to overflowing, claimed in every possible way. And Jake, still standing by the door, cock leaking in his fist, eyes shiny with regret and desperate need, looks like he’s never wanted forgiveness more in his life.

The entire room smells like sex and sweat and something deeper, something dangerously close to devotion. None of them move to let you go. Not yet.

The room is thick with the aftermath, sweat, sex, the faint metallic tang of overstimulation hanging in the air like smoke. Your body feels liquid and heavy, every muscle spent, every inch of skin marked in some way: fingerprints blooming on your hips, faint red lines from Sunghoon’s grip on your throat, the slow leak of them all still inside you, warm and obscene between your thighs.

No one moves right away.

Heeseung is the first to shift. He eases out of you carefully, slow, deliberate, hissing softly at the drag. Jay follows, pulling out with the same measured gentleness, both of them watching your face for any flicker of pain. Sunghoon’s hand leaves your throat last, fingers trailing down your sternum in a soothing path before he sits back on his heels.

You’re trembling, small, involuntary shivers that ripple through you like aftershocks. Jay notices first. He reaches over the side of the bed, grabs the soft throw blanket that’s been kicked to the floor sometime in the last hour. Drapes it over your lower half, tucking it around your waist like he’s wrapping something fragile.

“Easy,” he murmurs. Voice low, rough from use. “We’ve got you.”

Heeseung slides off the bed, still naked, still glistening, and disappears into the en-suite bathroom. Water runs. A minute later he returns with two warm, damp cloths. One for your face, one for between your legs.

He kneels beside you. Presses the cloth to your cheek first, gentle swipes over tear tracks, then your swollen lips. You lean into it without thinking. Heeseung’s free hand cups the back of your head, thumb stroking the base of your skull in slow circles.

Sunghoon moves to your other side. Takes the second cloth from Heeseung when he’s done with your face. Parts your thighs carefully, murmurs a soft “shh” when you flinch at the cool air, and cleans you with careful strokes. Between your folds, down your thighs, over the sticky mess on your stomach and chest. He’s thorough. Patient. Every pass of the cloth feels like an apology he doesn’t know how to say out loud.

Jake is still hovering near the door, shirtless now, sweats low on his hips, looking like he’s not sure he’s allowed to come closer. Heeseung glances at him once. Sharp. Then softer.

“Water,” Heeseung says. Not an order. Just a word. Jake nods, quick, grateful, and bolts. Heeseung turns back to you.

“Can you sit up a little?” You nod, weak, but willing. Jay helps, arm around your shoulders, easing you against the headboard. Pillows get rearranged behind your back until you’re propped comfortably. The blanket stays tucked around your waist; someone (Sunghoon) pulls the sheet up to cover your chest without smothering you.

Jake returns with a tall glass of water and, somehow, a small tray he must have grabbed from the kitchen. On it: a bowl of cut fruit (strawberries, mango, grapes, someone’s idea of “recovery food”), a few pieces of the chocolate they keep stashed in the fridge, a packet of electrolyte powder already stirred into a second glass.

He sets it on the nightstand. Doesn’t try to climb on the bed yet. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, looking at you like you might vanish if he blinks.

Jay picks up a strawberry first. Holds it to your lips.

“Open.”

You do. The fruit is cold, sweet, bursting on your tongue. Jay feeds you slowly, another strawberry, then a piece of mango. His fingers brush your bottom lip each time, wiping away juice with his thumb.

Sunghoon takes over with the chocolate. Breaks off a small square, places it on your tongue. Watches you melt it slowly, eyes dark but soft.

“You did so good,” he says quietly. Almost to himself. “Took everything we gave you.”

Heeseung handles the water, holds the glass to your lips, tips it carefully so you can sip without spilling. When you’ve had enough, he sets it aside and wipes your mouth with the edge of the sheet.

Jake finally moves closer, slow, like he’s approaching something skittish. He perches on the very edge of the mattress.

“I’m sorry,” he says. Voice small. “For earlier. For not waiting. For—” Heeseung cuts him off with a look. Not angry. Tired.

“Later,” Heeseung says. “She needs rest now.” Jake nods. Swallows hard. Jay reaches over, squeezes Jake’s shoulder once, firm, forgiving, then turns back to you.

“More?” he asks, nodding at the tray.

You shake your head. Full. Heavy-lidded. The ache between your legs has dulled to a low, satisfied throb; your limbs feel like warm honey.

Sunghoon takes the tray away. Sets it on the dresser.

Heeseung pulls the covers up higher, tucking them around your shoulders, smoothing the fabric over your chest. Jay adjusts the pillows again so you’re lying flat but elevated just enough. They surround you, four bodies, four sources of warmth, without crowding.

Heeseung lies on your left. Arm draped loosely over your waist. Not possessive. Protective. Jay on your right. Hand resting on your hip under the blanket. Thumb stroking idle arcs. Sunghoon stretches out at the foot of the bed, long legs hanging off the edge, head pillowed on your thigh like it’s the most natural place in the world.

Jake curls up against your legs, face tucked into the crook of your knee, one arm thrown over your shins like he’s anchoring himself there. No one speaks for a long minute. Just breathing. Slow. In sync.

Heeseung’s fingers find yours under the blanket. Laces them together. Squeezes once. “Sleep,” he murmurs against your temple. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Jay presses a kiss to your shoulder, soft, lingering. Sunghoon’s hand strokes down your calf, slow, soothing.

Jake mumbles something sleepy against your skin, too quiet to catch, but it feels like “thank you.” Your eyes flutter closed. The room smells like them, all of them, mixed with clean sheets and the faint sweetness of fruit. Just warm bodies. Gentle hands. Quiet promises. And the steady rhythm of four heartbeats lulling you under.

The idea starts innocently enough.

It’s been three days since the jealousy the three had that they claimed was just ‘heat of the moment’ but you knew better, and the apartment has settled into something dangerously close to domestic. Mornings are soft now, coffee passed hand-to-hand, lazy kisses traded over toast, rules quietly ignored unless someone’s feeling particularly mean. The fridge note is still taped up, but no one’s enforced them. It’s almost… normal.

Almost. Jay is the one who brings it up first. You’re sprawled across his lap on the sectional Sunday afternoon, legs tangled with Sunghoon’s, Jake’s head pillowed on your stomach while Heeseung scrolls through takeout apps from the armchair. Jay’s fingers are tracing idle patterns on your bare thigh, higher than friendly,lower than any action, when he says it.

“I want to take you out.”

The room stills. You lift your head from Jake’s hair. “Like… a date?” Jay’s mouth quirks. “Yeah. A date. Just you and me. Dinner. Somewhere nice. No roommates crashing.”

Sunghoon snorts without looking up from his phone. “Good luck with that.”

Heeseung glances over the top of his screen. “You’re asking permission?”

Jay shrugs. “I’m telling you. Friday night. She’s mine for the evening.”

Jake sits up slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes. “Wait—solo? Like, no sharing?”

Jay’s hand tightens on your thigh. “No sharing. One night. My rules.”

You feel the shift immediately, the air thickening with something possessive and unspoken. Heeseung’s jaw ticks once. Sunghoon finally looks up, eyes narrowing. Jake just pouts. But no one argues. Friday comes fast.

Jay picks the restaurant himself, small, upscale Italian place downtown. Dim lighting, velvet booths, candles that cost more than your old rent. He texts you the address at 6:45 p.m. sharp.

Jay: Wear something pretty baby ;) preferably no panties sweetheart

You roll your eyes at the winky face and the last obligation, but you obey anyway.

The dress is black, silk, short enough to make you nervous when you sit. Heels that click satisfyingly on the pavement. Hair down, lips red. When Jay arrives to pick you up, he stops dead in the doorway.

“Fuck,” he breathes. Steps close. Cups your face with both hands and kisses you slow, deep, claiming, tasting like mint and want. “You’re killing me.”

The drive is quiet. His hand rests high on your thigh the whole way, thumb stroking the inside seam, never quite reaching where you’re already wet. He doesn’t speak. Just smiles every time you squirm.

The restaurant is perfect.

A corner booth. Wine list thicker than a novel. Jay orders for both of you, pasta, seared scallops, tiramisu for later. His knee presses against yours under the table. His fingers brush yours when he passes the bread. It feels… romantic. Normal. Like you’re a real couple on a real date.

You’re laughing at some stupid story he’s telling about Sunghoon trying to cook once when the first text comes through.

Jake: picture of him pouting on the couch  

Jake: miss u already princess 😩

You snort. Show Jay. He rolls his eyes. “Ignore them.”

Another buzz.

Sunghoon: timestamped selfie, him shirtless in the kitchen, knife in hand, looking bored  

Sunghoon: hurry up. food’s getting cold here

Jay exhales through his nose. “They’re children.” Heeseung’s text is last.

Heeseung: Enjoy your date. We’ll behave.  

Heeseung: …mostly.

Your not sure what that means, you’re not sure if you want to find out. You laugh, soft, nervous, and slip your phone face-down. Jay reaches across the table. Takes your hand. Laces your fingers. “I meant it,” he says quietly. “Tonight’s just us. No crashing. No rules. Just you and me.”

You believe him. For about seven more minutes. The scallops arrive. Perfectly seared. You’re mid-bite when the restaurant door opens. And four familiar silhouettes step inside. Jake first, grinning like he invented mischief. Sunghoon behind him, hands in pockets, expression unreadable. Heeseung last, calm, collected, scanning the room until his eyes land on you.

Jay’s fork pauses halfway to his mouth.

“Motherfuckers,” he mutters.

They don’t hesitate. Jake slides into the booth beside you first, arm slung casually over the backrest, fingers immediately finding the nape of your neck. “Hey, princess. Fancy seeing you here.”

Sunghoon takes the seat next to Jay, long legs stretching out, forcing Jay to shift. “Nice place. Bit pretentious, though.”

Heeseung pulls up a chair from a nearby table, unapologetic, sits at the end like he owns the booth. “We were in the neighborhood.”

Jay’s jaw is so tight you’re worried it’ll crack.

“You said you would behave.”

Heeseung shrugs. “We are. We’re not fucking her on the table. Yet.”

Your face burns. Jake laughs, bright, delighted, leans in and kisses your cheek. Loud. Wet. “You look so pretty. Red lipstick’s a nice touch.”

Sunghoon reaches across Jay to steal a scallop off your plate. “He’s right. You do look fuckable.” Jay slams his fork down.

“That’s enough.” The table goes quiet.

Jay’s voice is low. Dangerous. “I said one night. Just me and her. You had your turns. Back off.”

Heeseung leans forward. Elbows on the table. “We’re not here to take her. We’re here to watch you try to have her all to yourself.” His gaze flicks to you, dark, heated. “And see how long it takes before she’s begging for the rest of us.”

Jake’s fingers tighten on your neck. “C’mon, hyung. Don’t be dramatic. We can share the appetizer.”

Sunghoon smirks. “Or the main course.”

You’re throbbing under the table. The silk dress feels too tight. The wine too warm in your veins. Jay looks at you, really looks. “Are you okay with this?”

You swallow. Meet his eyes. Then glance at the others. Then back to him. “I’m okay,” you whisper. “But… maybe we skip dessert here.”

Jay exhales, half-laugh, half-snarl. “Bathroom,” he says. “Now.” He stands. Pulls you up with him. The others don’t move. They just exchange knowing glances. Jake just grins. “We’ll keep watch.”

Jay drags you through the restaurant, hand firm on your lower back, past the bar, down the narrow hallway, into the single-stall bathroom at the end.

He locks the door. Spins you around. Pushes you forward until your palms slap the sink. The mirror is huge. You watch your own reflection, lips parted, chest heaving, dress already rucked up to your hips.

Jay’s behind you, fly open, cock hard and leaking. He doesn’t speak. Just yanks your dress higher, notches himself at your entrance, and thrusts in, hard. Deep. One brutal stroke that makes you cry out.

“Quiet,” he growls against your ear. Hand clamps over your mouth. “They can hear.” He fucks you like he’s proving a point. Fast. Rough. Hips snapping. The sink rattles. Your tits bounce with every thrust. His other hand fists your hair, yanks your head back so you’re watching yourself in the mirror.

“Look at you,” he pants. “Taking it so good. Even when they crash. Even when I try to keep you to myself.”

You moan into his palm, muffled, desperate.

He reaches around. Finds your clit. Pinches. Rolls. Hard.

“Come,” he orders. “Come on my cock before they barge in.”

You do, fast, violent, clenching around him so hard he swears. He follows seconds later, burying deep, spilling hot inside you with a choked groan.

He doesn’t pull out right away. Just holds you there, chest to your back,breathing ragged. Then he kisses your shoulder. Soft. Apologetic. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “Couldn’t help it.” You laugh, shaky, wrecked.

He pulls out slowly. Fixes your dress. Wipes between your thighs with paper towels from the dispenser. When you open the door, Jake’s leaning against the opposite wall. Arms crossed. Smirking. “Took you long enough.”

Jay glares. Jake pushes off the wall. Steps close. Kisses you, quick, filthy, tasting Jay on your tongue. “My turn to watch the door,” he says. “Go wait in the car. Round two’s on us.”

Jay takes your hand. Leads you out, past the hostess who definitely knows what just happened, into the cool night air.

The car is parked in the back lot, tinted windows, engine already running. Sunghoon’s in the driver’s seat. Heeseung in the passenger. Both turn when you climb in the back. Sunghoon’s eyes drop to the wet spot on your dress. Smiles, slow, predatory.

“Missed the show?” Heeseung reaches back. Pulls you onto his lap. “Plenty of time for round two,” he murmurs against your neck. Jay slides in beside you. Jake climbs in last, locks the doors. The engine starts. And the night? The night is far from over.

The black SUV idles in the shadowed back lot behind the restaurant, engine a low, steady rumble beneath the distant pulse of music leaking from the outdoor speakers. Tinted windows seal the interior into a private world, leather seats already radiating warmth, the air heavy with Jay’s cologne, the sharp bite of expensive whiskey on their breath, and the unmistakable, intimate musk of sex that still clings to your skin.

You’re straddling Heeseung in the center of the back seat, silk dress shoved up around your waist, thighs spread wide over his hips. His dark jeans are damp where your leaking cunt has pressed against him. Heeseung doesn’t flinch. His hands are beneath the fabric, broad palms cupping your bare ass, fingers spreading you open with deliberate care, holding you exposed and vulnerable in the dim glow filtering through the windows.

Jay sits to your left, shirt untucked, collarbones still flushed, lips swollen and red from the way he’d fucked you against the marble sink in the bathroom minutes earlier. Sunghoon occupies the right side, long legs stretched out, one hand already working the thick outline of his cock through tailored slacks, eyes fixed on the sight between your thighs. Jake has twisted around in the front passenger seat, forearm braced on the headrest, gaze dark and unblinking.

For several long seconds, no one speaks.

Only the rhythm of heavy breathing, the soft creak of leather as bodies shift, the faint metallic tick of the cooling engine. Then Heeseung’s voice, low, gravel-rough, breaks the silence against the shell of your ear.

“You’re still dripping him,” he murmurs, one hand sliding from your ass to slip between your legs from behind. Two fingers push into the slick, swollen heat of your cunt, gathering Jay’s release and pressing it back inside with slow, unhurried strokes. The wet sound is obscene in the confined space. “Can feel it leaking out. Can’t let that go to waste.”

Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, inner walls fluttering, a soft, helpless whimper slipping past your lips as your hips twitch forward. Jay’s hand joins Heeseung’s without hesitation. Four fingers now, stretching you wider, scooping the thick cum deeper, curling against the front wall until your breath hitches sharply.

“He’s right,” Jay says, voice quiet but edged with something darker, more possessive. “We should keep you full. All night. Every time one of us finishes, the next one pushes it right back in.”

Sunghoon leans in closer, breath ghosting hot along the side of your neck. His voice is velvet and steel. “Full until it takes. Until you’re so thoroughly bred there’s no question who put it there.”

The words hit like a physical blow, low in your belly, sharp and electric. Your cunt clenches hard around their fingers, a fresh gush of slick coating their knuckles.

Jake’s eyes widen in the front seat. “Fuck—did you just—”

“I said,” Sunghoon repeats, slower, darker, each syllable deliberate, “full until it takes. Until this perfect little cunt is swollen and leaking and carrying exactly what we give it.”

Heeseung’s free hand slides up to cradle the front of your throat, not squeezing, simply holding, thumb resting over your racing pulse. “You like that thought, don’t you?” he asks softly, lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear. “All four of us pumping you full, one right after the other. No pulling out. No wasting a single drop. Just letting it stay deep until your body has no choice but to keep it.”

You nod, frantic, tears already gathering at the corners of your eyes because the fantasy is suddenly too vivid, too real, too close to everything your body has been silently begging for.

Jay’s fingers crook harder, pressing ruthlessly against that spot that makes your vision blur. “Use your words.” 

“I want it,” you gasp, voice cracking. “Want you to, to breed me. Fill me until I can’t take any more. Until it’s all inside me. Please—”

A chorus of low, guttural groans fills the car. Heeseung lifts you just high enough to shove his jeans and briefs down his thighs. His cock springs free, thick, flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. He doesn’t tease. He simply guides you down onto him in one long, controlled descent, stretching you open around his length until your ass meets his hips and he’s buried to the hilt.

You cry out, head falling back against his shoulder, nails digging into his forearms.

“That’s it,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Take every inch. Take every fucking drop I’m about to give you.” He begins to move, deep, rolling thrusts that grind the head of his cock against your cervix with punishing precision. Jay’s hand stays between your legs, fingers circling your clit in tight, relentless loops while Heeseung fucks up into you with measured force.

Sunghoon has already freed himself completely, long, elegant fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly, eyes never leaving the place where Heeseung disappears inside you over and over. “My turn comes next,” he says, voice low and certain. “I’m going to add to it. Make sure nothing escapes.”

Jake’s hand is inside his own pants now, stroking himself in perfect time with Heeseung’s rhythm, breath coming in short, ragged pants. “Look at her,” he mutters, almost reverent. “So fucking desperate to be filled. Greedy little thing.”

Heeseung’s pace builds, hips snapping up harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the car. “I’m going to come inside you,” he warns, voice strained. “Going to flood this tight cunt until it’s overflowing. You ready for it?”

“Yes—please—Heeseung—”

He buries himself as deep as possible and comes with a long, broken groan, hot, thick pulses painting your walls, filling you so completely you feel the pressure build behind your navel. Even as you clench down hard, trying to keep it all in, the excess begins to leak out around his base, coating his balls and dripping onto the leather.

He doesn’t pull out. He simply holds you there, still hard, still buried deep, while Jay shifts.

Jay moves to kneel on the seat beside you, one knee braced against the cushion. He nudges Heeseung’s softening length aside just enough to press his own cock against your already-stretched entrance. The stretch is immediate, two thick cocks forcing their way inside the same slick channel, rubbing against each other through the thin barrier of your walls. You scream, muffled against Heeseung’s shoulder, body shaking violently.

Jay fucks into you with short, brutal thrusts, the friction almost unbearable. “This pussy is going to take all of us tonight,” he growls, voice rough with possession. “Going to be so full of cum you’ll feel it moving inside you every time you breathe.”

Sunghoon reaches over, fingers finding your clit again, pinching, rolling, tugging, pushing you higher and higher while Jay pounds relentlessly.

The orgasm crashes through you without warning, sharp, blinding, walls spasming so violently around both cocks that Jay swears under his breath. His hips stutter, then slam forward one last time as he comes, hot spurts mixing with Heeseung’s release until you’re overflowing, thick rivulets running down your thighs and soaking the seat beneath you.

Sunghoon doesn’t give you time to recover.

He yanks you off both of them, strong hands manhandling you onto all fours across the wide back seat, ass presented high, face pressed into Heeseung’s lap. He lines up and drives in with one punishing thrust, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion that forces the air from your lungs.

“This cunt is getting bred tonight,” he snarls, voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to pump you so full you’ll be leaking for days. Every step you take tomorrow, you’ll feel us still inside you.”

He fucks like it’s a claiming, like he needs to imprint himself deeper than the others. One hand fists your hair, yanking your head back until your spine arches sharply. The car rocks with the force of his thrusts.

Jake climbs over the center console into the back, kneeling in front of your face. He guides his cock to your lips. You open for him immediately, taking him deep, sucking with sloppy, desperate hunger while Sunghoon rails you from behind.

Sunghoon comes with a guttural sound, hips locked flush against your ass, flooding you with another hot load until it spills out around his base and runs in sticky trails down your inner thighs.

Jake pulls free from your mouth, strokes himself twice, and spills across your lower back in thick, warm ropes, marking your skin. They rotate again, Heeseung sliding back in, then Jay, then Sunghoon, each one adding more, fucking it deeper, pushing it against your cervix with every thrust until you’re trembling, sobbing, body overwhelmed and exquisitely full.

When the final round ends, Sunghoon pulling out with a wet, filthy sound, a fresh gush of cum following, your legs give out completely. You collapse forward onto Heeseung’s chest, shaking, panting, utterly spent.

Jay reaches into the center console and withdraws a small black velvet pouch. Inside are three plugs, smooth black silicone, flared bases, graduated sizes. Heeseung selects the largest, coats it generously in the creamy mess still leaking from you, then presses the blunt tip against your swollen entrance.

“Gonna keep every drop where it belongs,” he murmurs, voice soft now, almost reverent. He works the plug in slowly, watching your face the entire time, until it pops past the rim and settles deep, the weight immediate and grounding.

Jay takes the smaller one, slicks it with the same care, and presses it gently but firmly into your ass. The dual fullness is overwhelming, possessive, complete.

Sunghoon cleans between your thighs with a packet of wipes from the glovebox, slow, careful strokes that feel almost tender after everything. Then he helps you sit up, smoothing your dress back down over your hips, fingers combing gently through your tangled hair. The car falls quiet again. They surround you, Heeseung’s arms wrapped securely around your waist, Jay’s hand resting warm and steady on your thigh, Sunghoon’s fingers tracing idle patterns along your arm, Jake leaning over the seat to press close from the front. After a long stretch of silence, Jake speaks, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “We don’t want anyone else,” he says simply. “Not ever. Not like this.”

Jay nods once. “You’re not just something we fuck. You’re ours. Completely. For everything.”

Sunghoon’s fingertips brush the line of your jaw, tilting your face toward him. “We thought we could keep it light. Keep some distance. Pretend it didn’t matter.” He exhales, the sound almost pained. “We were wrong.”

Heeseung’s hold tightens, lips brushing your temple. “No one else touches you. No one else fills you. No one else gets to love you the way we do.” The word, love,lands soft and heavy, undeniable. You turn your face into the warm curve of Heeseung’s neck, feel the first tear slip free, not from pain, not from overwhelm, but from the sudden, terrifying certainty that this is exactly where you want to be.

“I don’t want anyone else either,” you whisper against his skin. They exhale as one, like they’ve been waiting weeks to hear it. Jake leans farther over the seat, presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “Good.” Jay draws you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin.

Sunghoon drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders, still warm from his body, carrying his scent. Heeseung climbs over the console, settling in the driver’s seat, he glances up at you through the rear view mirror, starts the engine, and pulls out of the lot with careful precision. The drive home is quiet. The plugs shift inside you with every turn, constant, heavy reminders. Their hands stay on you, gentle now, grounding.

When you reach the apartment they carry you inside, Heeseung’s arms strong and sure, straight to the largest bed. They undress you slowly, silk peeled away, heels slipped off, every movement careful and deliberate. They clean you again, warm washcloths, soft touches that linger.

Then they slide into bed around you, skin on skin, bodies fitting together like they were made for it. Heeseung at your front, chest pressed to yours, one leg thrown possessively over your hip. Jay at your back, arm wrapped securely around your waist, lips brushing your shoulder. Sunghoon curled lower, head resting on your thigh, long fingers tracing soothing circles. Jake pressed to your side, fingers laced tightly with yours.

No words. Just the slow, even rhythm of their breathing syncing with yours. Until the plugs feel less like possession and more like quiet promise. Until sleep finally claims you, safe, full, irrevocably claimed. Your dreams aren’t about running. They’re about staying.

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Karina had a way of walking into the office that made the fluorescent lights seem dimmer by comparison. Not because she demanded attention—she didn’t—but because the sheer precision of her movements drew it anyway. Today, like every other Tuesday, she wore a navy-blue pencil skirt that hugged her hips just enough to be noticed but not enough to be inappropriate, paired with a crisp white blouse tucked neatly at the waist. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor with the same measured rhythm she applied to everything: emails, spreadsheets, the way she stirred her coffee exactly three times before taking the first sip.

You glanced up from your monitor as she passed your desk, catching the faintest trace of her perfume—something clean and expensive, like citrus and linen. She didn’t look your way, but you knew she was aware of you in the same detached way you were aware of her: a fact of the office, like the hum of the printer or the perpetually broken Keurig in the break room.

“Morning,” you said, because it was polite, and because you’d been sitting close enough to each other for two years that silence would’ve been weirder.

Karina paused mid-stride, turning just enough to acknowledge you without fully stopping. “Morning,” she replied, her voice smooth and neutral, the kind that could’ve been reading a weather report. Then she was gone, disappearing into her cubicle with the same efficiency she applied to everything else.

The office settled back into its usual rhythm—keyboards clacking, phones buzzing, someone coughing three desks over. You adjusted your chair and dragged your focus back to the quarterly report blinking accusingly on your screen. It was the same as any other day, the same as it would be tomorrow, and the day after that.

The office had long since emptied when the hum of Karina’s chair rolling back cut through the silence. You glanced up just in time to see her slip her arms into her blazer, the motion effortless, like she’d practiced it in a mirror. “Heading out,” she said, more statement than announcement, as she tucked her phone into her purse.

“Yeah, me soon,” you lied, knowing full well the stack of unfinished reports on your desk had other plans. Karina nodded, her heels tapping a quiet retreat down the hallway. The elevator dinged softly in the distance, and then there was nothing but the relentless glow of your monitor and the occasional creak of the building settling into night.

Forty minutes later, your phone buzzed against the desk, startling you out of a spreadsheet-induced trance. Karina’s name flashed on the screen, followed by a message so succinct it bordered on clinical: Left my laptop. Can you bring it? You swiveled in your chair, spotting the sleek silver device perched on the edge of her desk, half-hidden under a stack of sticky notes.

“No problem,” you typed back, because it wasn’t. The walk to her apartment complex was only fifteen minutes, and the night air might actually clear your head. You packed up your own things, slung her laptop bag over your shoulder, and killed the lights on your way out.

The city outside was all amber streetlights and the occasional whoosh of a late-night cyclist. You’d texted Karina to let her know you were on your way, but she hadn’t replied. Maybe she was busy—or maybe she was the kind of person who considered “thanks” implied. You rounded the corner to her building, a modern high-rise with a lobby that smelled faintly of lemongrass disinfectant.

Karina’s apartment was bathed in the flickering blue glow of the TV, the only light in the otherwise dim living room. She had changed out of her office attire into a simple, sleeveless dress—one that clung to her curves in a way that would’ve been distracting in the workplace but felt natural here, alone. The fabric draped just low enough to hint at the swell of her breasts, the cinch at her waist accentuating the dip of her hips. She lounged sideways on the couch, one leg curled beneath her, the other stretched out lazily over the armrest.

On screen, two actors murmured heated dialogue, their hands roaming with practiced urgency before the scene dissolved into something far less clothed. Karina exhaled through her nose, shifting slightly against the cushions. It wasn’t that she was particularly invested in the movie—just that the sudden shift in tone had nudged something loose in her, a restless energy that had been simmering beneath the surface all day. Her fingers trailed absently along her thigh, then higher, teasing the hem of her dress upward. The air conditioning hummed softly, but it did little to combat the warmth spreading under her skin.

By the time the actors on screen were fully entangled, Karina’s breath had gone uneven. Her touch grew deliberate, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, tracing slow circles where she needed them most. Her head tipped back against the couch, eyes half-lidded but still fixed on the TV—as if watching the scene unfold gave her an excuse to indulge in the tension coiling low in her stomach. The dress rode up further, fabric whispering against her skin as she arched into her own hand, teeth catching her lower lip.

The rhythm of her fingers faltered only when her phone buzzed against the coffee table, the sound jarring in the quiet room. Karina blinked, momentarily disoriented, before reaching for it with her free hand. Your name flashed on the screen—right, the laptop. She had forgotten about that. For a second, she considered letting it go to voicemail, but professionalism won out. She cleared her throat before answering, though her voice still came out lower than usual. “Hey. You here already?”

On the other end of the line, you stood in the lobby, shifting the weight of the laptop bag on your shoulder. The elevator doors slid open with a muted chime. “Yeah, just got in. Front desk said I could come up.” There was a pause, barely noticeable. “You sound… out of breath.”

Karina’s fingers stilled. She could’ve played it off—blamed it on rushing to answer the phone, or the walk from the kitchen. But something in the quiet of the apartment, the way her pulse hadn’t quite settled, made her honesty sharper than usual. “I was distracted,” she admitted, the words leaving her mouth before she could weigh them. Then, as if realizing how that sounded, she added, “By a movie.”

The elevator doors slid shut behind you with a quiet hiss, sealing you in the sterile, mirrored box. Your reflection stared back at you—slightly rumpled from the late hour, laptop bag hanging awkwardly off one shoulder. You jabbed the button for Karina’s floor, then hesitated, thumb hovering over the emergency stop. Not that you’d press it—but the impulse was there, a fleeting awareness that once those doors opened again, whatever neutral professionalism existed between you two might crack like thin ice.

Karina’s apartment door was ajar when you reached it, the gap just wide enough to spill a sliver of golden light into the hallway. You knocked lightly, the sound swallowed by the plush carpet. “It’s open,” she called, her voice closer than expected. You pushed the door wider and stepped inside, the scent of her perfume—warmer now, mixed with something muskier—hitting you like a physical thing.

She was perched on the arm of the couch, one foot tucked beneath her, the other dangling just above the floor. Her hair, usually sleek in its ponytail, had loosened into soft waves around her face, and a faint sheen of sweat glowed at her collarbone. The TV still played softly, the actors’ murmurs now reduced to post-coital whispers. Karina didn’t look at it. Her gaze pinned you in place, sharp despite the flush high on her cheeks.

“Thanks for this,” she said, nodding toward the laptop bag you were clutching like a shield. You handed it over, careful not to brush her fingers. She set it aside without glancing down.

The silence stretched between you, thick and electric, broken only by the soft murmur of the TV. You shifted your weight toward the door—polite exit strategy already forming in your mind—when Karina’s voice cut through the tension. “Stay.” It wasn’t a question. Her fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushion, nails sinking into the fabric. “The movie’s almost over.” Her gaze flicked to the screen, where the actors were now tangled in sheets, their bodies moving in lazy, post-climax closeness.

You should’ve said no. Should’ve mumbled something about early meetings, about unfinished reports. But the way her dress clung to her thighs, the way her breath still hadn’t quite steadied—it short-circuited whatever professionalism you had left. “Yeah,” you heard yourself say, as if your mouth had decided without you. “Okay.”

The couch was just shy of too small for two people, and Karina’s knee brushed against yours within the first thirty seconds of settling in. She jerked it away immediately, murmuring a clipped, “Sorry,” without looking at you. You nodded, eyes fixed on the screen where the actors were now arguing in a rain-soaked alley. The tension in the room was thicker than the plot.

Ten minutes later, her fingers grazed your forearm as she reached for her wineglass. “Oops,” she said, the word light, practiced. This time, you caught the way her gaze flickered to your face—testing, calculating—before she withdrew. The third time, her thigh pressed flush against yours under the pretense of adjusting her position. “My bad,” she added, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

That’s when it clicked.

You waited for her next move, your pulse ticking up a notch. When she “accidentally” leaned into you during a jump scare, her shoulder bumping yours, you didn’t let her pull away. Instead, you tilted your head toward her ear, close enough to feel her breath hitch. “You’re terrible at this,” you murmured.

Karina stilled. For a heartbeat, you thought you’d misread her. Then she turned, her lips inches from yours, and said, “Prove it.”

You didn’t give her time to overthink it. The moment the challenge left her lips, you closed the distance between you, one hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped her waist, pulling her flush against you. Karina gasped into your mouth, but she didn’t pull away—her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails biting through the fabric of your shirt as she kissed you back with a hunger that matched your own. It was messy, desperate, the kind of kiss that left no room for professionalism or pretense.

Her blazer hit the floor first, followed by the muffled thud of your belt unbuckling. Karina’s hands were everywhere—yanking your shirt over your head, fingers skimming down your chest like she was mapping territory she’d only ever glanced at from afar. You retaliated by slipping a hand beneath the hem of her dress, dragging it up her thighs until the fabric bunched at her hips. She arched into your touch, a quiet moan escaping her when your fingers found the damp lace of her panties.

“Off,” she demanded, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug the dress over her head. You barely had time to register the sight of her—bare except for that flimsy scrap of lace—before she was on you again, her teeth scraping your lower lip as her hands worked at the button of your pants. The air between you was charged, thick with the sound of ragged breaths and the slick slide of skin against skin.

Your pants pooled at your ankles, and Karina kicked them aside with a impatience that bordered on violence. She pressed you back against the couch, her body a warm, insistent weight against yours. The lace followed soon after, peeled down her thighs with agonizing slowness until she stepped out of it, leaving her completely bare. You dragged your palms up the curve of her ass, relishing the way she shuddered under your touch.

“Now you,” she murmured, her voice rough as she reached for your waistband. You let her push you back onto the cushions, watching as she knelt between your legs, her fingers hooking into the elastic of your boxers. The fabric slid down your hips, and then there was nothing left between you—just heat, skin, and the unspoken certainty that neither of you would pretend this hadn’t happened tomorrow.

Karina’s hands skimmed up your thighs, her nails leaving faint trails in their wake. Her gaze locked onto yours, dark and unreadable, before she leaned down, her breath ghosting over your cock. “Tell me,” she said, her lips brushing the tip, “if this is still professional.”

You groaned, tangling your fingers in her hair as she took you into her mouth, slow and deliberate. The TV droned on in the background, forgotten, the actors’ voices drowned out by the sound of your pulse roaring in your ears. Karina’s tongue swirled around you, her rhythm alternating between teasing and demanding, until your grip on her hair tightened involuntarily.

She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening. “Too much?” she taunted, though the flush creeping down her chest betrayed her own arousal.

“No, not too much,” you gasped, your fingers tightening in her hair as she swallowed you deeper, her throat flexing around you in a way that sent shockwaves down your spine. “Fuck, Karina—your mouth is unreal.” The words came out ragged, barely coherent, but her eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and glinting with something like triumph. She didn’t pull back, didn’t break contact—just held your gaze as she took you to the hilt, her nose brushing against your stomach, her throat working around you with practiced ease.

You groaned, hips lifting off the couch involuntarily, but she pressed a hand flat against your abdomen, pinning you down with a strength that shouldn’t have been surprising but still caught you off guard. “Stay still,” she murmured around you, the vibration of her voice making your toes curl. Her tongue dragged along the underside of your cock as she pulled back just enough to breathe, then plunged down again, her rhythm relentless. Every time she took you deep, her eyes stayed locked on yours, unblinking, as if daring you to look away first.

“You’re—god, you’re fucking perfect at this,” you managed, your voice cracking as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur. She hummed in response, the sound vibrating through you, and you swore you could feel it in your teeth. Her fingers dug into your thighs, nails biting just shy of pain, and you realized with a dizzying rush that she was cataloging every twitch, every ragged breath, every broken compliment—hoarding them like ammunition.

The tension coiled in your gut like a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. Karina’s mouth was relentless—warm, wet, and so fucking skilled it was almost unfair. Your fingers tightened in her hair, gripping hard enough to make her gasp around you, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering as she surrendered to the rhythm you set, her throat working around you with every thrust.

You didn’t slow down. Couldn’t. The pressure built to a breaking point, your hips jerking erratically as you fucked her mouth with abandon. Karina’s nails dug into your thighs, her muffled moans vibrating against your cock, and that was all it took—your release hit you like a freight train, spilling hot and thick down her throat. She swallowed instinctively, her body arching against your grip, but you held her there until the last pulse faded, until her lips were slick and her breath came in ragged, shuddering gasps.

When you finally let go, Karina slumped back on her heels, one hand braced against your knee as she caught her breath. A strand of saliva glistened between her lips and your still-hard cock, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand, her gaze dark and unreadable. “That,” she said, voice hoarse, “wasn’t professional.”

You barked out a laugh, your fingers trailing absently through her mussed hair. “Neither was your little movie night.”

Karina’s lips curled into a smirk as she pushed herself up, straddling your lap in one fluid motion. Her bare skin pressed against yours, still flushed and fever-warm. “Fair,” she conceded, grinding down just enough to make you groan. “But I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“Not a single one,” you admitted, hands sliding up her waist to palm her breasts. She arched into your touch, her nipples pebbling under your thumbs, and you leaned forward to capture one between your teeth. Karina gasped, her fingers tangling in your hair as you nipped and licked, reveling in the way her hips rolled against yours.

“It’s your turn,” you murmured against Karina’s throat, flipping her onto her back with a rough push. Her breath hitched as her shoulders hit the couch cushions, legs splaying open instinctively—not wide enough. You hooked your hands behind her knees and dragged her closer, spreading her wider until the heat of her pressed against your mouth. She shuddered, her hips jerking off the couch, but you pinned her down with a firm grip on her thighs. “Stay,” you ordered, echoing her earlier command, and watched her throat bob as she swallowed a whimper.

The first slow lick up her folds drew a broken noise from her lips, her fingers twisting in the cushions. You repeated the motion, savoring the way her taste bloomed across your tongue—sharp and musky, unmistakably hers. Karina’s thighs trembled under your hands, but she didn’t pull away; instead, she arched into it, her heel digging into your shoulder blade as if to drag you closer. You chuckled against her skin, the vibration making her gasp. “Eager?” you taunted, flicking your tongue over her clit just hard enough to make her jerk.

Karina’s response was a ragged exhale, her hips canting up in silent demand. You obliged, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes until her breathing turned uneven, her thighs tightening around your head. Her moans were quiet at first—restrained, like she was still trying to maintain some shred of control—but when you sucked gently at her clit, her back bowed off the couch with a sharp cry. “Fuck,” she hissed, her hand flying to your hair, fingers tightening almost painfully. “Right there—don’t stop—”

You didn’t. You lapped at her with relentless precision, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks, learning the rhythm that made her gasp, the pressure that made her nails scrape against your scalp. Her thighs clenched around your ears, her breath coming in short, punched-out bursts as she rocked against your mouth. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, mingling with the faint tang of sweat and the citrus-clean remnants of her perfume.

When you slipped two fingers inside her without warning, Karina’s whole body stiffened, a choked moan tearing from her throat. You crooked your fingers just so, dragging against that spot that made her eyes roll back, and her grip on your hair turned punishing. “Yes—god, yes,” she gasped, her hips rolling to meet every thrust of your fingers. Her muscles fluttered around you, her thighs shaking with the effort of holding herself together, but you could feel the tension coiling tighter, her breath hitching with every stroke.

“Cum for me,” you growled against her clit, sealing your mouth over it and sucking hard. Karina’s back arched violently, her cry echoing off the walls as her orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs clamped around your head, her cunt pulsing around your fingers as she rode out the waves, her whole body taut like a bowstring. You didn’t let up—not until her grip on your hair went slack, her legs falling open bonelessly against the couch.

Karina’s chest heaved as she came down from her climax, her skin flushed and damp. Before she could catch her breath, you ducked your head and latched onto one taut nipple, swirling your tongue in tight circles while your fingers—still buried inside her—curved upward again, pressing insistently against that spongy spot.

“Wait—” Karina gasped, her hands flying to your shoulders, fingers digging in half-protest, half-pleasure. “It’s too much—ah!” Her voice cracked as your teeth grazed her nipple, the sharp sensation jolting through her oversensitive nerves. You didn’t relent, twisting your fingers deeper just as she tried to squirm away, turning her shudder into a full-body tremble.

Her thighs clamped around your wrist, her body betraying her words as she rocked into your touch despite her weak protests. “You don’t mean that,” you murmured against her breast, flicking your tongue over her nipple one last time before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach.

Karina’s head thrashed against the cushions, her breath coming in ragged hitches. “I—I do,” she lied, her voice thin and unconvincing even to her own ears. Her hips lifted off the couch anyway, chasing the slow drag of your fingers as you withdrew them almost completely—only to plunge back in with a rough thrust that punched another moan from her lips.

You smirked, watching her stomach muscles jump under your lips. “Liar.” With that, you sealed your mouth over her clit again, sucking hard just as your fingers found that spot inside her once more. Karina’s back arched violently, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as another orgasm crashed over her, this one sharper, brighter, leaving her toes curling and her thighs shaking.

Karina’s body arched like a bowstring pulled too tight, her thighs clamping around your head with desperate, shaking pressure. You didn’t let up—not when her nails raked down your back, not when her breath hitched into something ragged and broken. Your tongue lashed at her clit in relentless, rapid flicks while your fingers pistoned inside her, curling just so with every thrust to drag another choked whimper from her throat. Her hips jerked erratically, her heels digging into the couch cushions as if trying to ground herself, but the friction only made her cunt clench tighter around your fingers.

The first spasm hit her like a live wire—her back bowing off the couch, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream. You felt it before you saw it: the hot gush of her release soaking your chin, your fingers, the couch beneath her. Karina’s eyes rolled back, her eyelids fluttering wildly as the second wave crashed over her, her legs trembling so violently you had to grip her hips to keep her from sliding off the couch entirely. Her orgasm ripped through her in pulsing waves, her pussy squirting in messy, uncontrollable bursts that left her gasping like she’d been drowning.

You didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when her body was still convulsing, not when every ragged sob from her lips was another plea you refused to ignore. Your tongue lapped at her oversensitive clit, gentler now but no less insistent, and Karina’s hands flew to your hair, twisting in the strands as if she couldn’t decide whether to push you away or drag you closer. “T-too much,” she slurred, her voice wrecked, but her hips still rocked against your mouth, her thighs quivering with the effort of holding herself together.

The third climax hit her like a freight train—her entire body seizing, her cunt clamping down on your fingers so tight it almost hurt. This time, the sound that tore from her throat was raw, unfiltered, her back arching so sharply you worried for a second she might snap. Her release gushed over your chin, hot and slick, and you drank it down greedily, your fingers working her through the aftershocks until her legs finally gave out, collapsing bonelessly against the couch.

Karina lay there, breathless and trembling, her chest rising and falling in uneven hitches. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, glistening under the dim glow of the TV still playing forgotten in the background. Her fingers twitched where they’d tangled in your hair, her grip slackening as the last tremors faded from her limbs. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing and the wet, slick noise of your fingers slowly withdrawing from her.

Karina’s protest came out breathless and half-slurred, her fingers weakly swatting at your shoulder as she lay sprawled across the couch, limbs still trembling from the aftershocks. “It’s not fair,” she muttered, her voice hoarse. “I made you cum once, but you—” She gestured vaguely at the mess between her thighs, the couch cushions still damp beneath her. “You made me cum multiple times, and I just had the biggest squirt orgasm of my life.”

You just laughed, dragging your thumb through the slick mess between her thighs before bringing it to your lips. “You like it,” you said, voice rough with satisfaction, “and I promise, my dick is even better. I’ll make you squirt until you’re dry.”

Karina’s eyelids fluttered, her chest still rising too fast, but the corner of her mouth twitched into something defiant. “Prove it then,” she challenged, pushing herself up on shaking elbows. Her hair was a wild tangle, her lips swollen from biting back moans. “I’ll be ready. Take me to the bed—” She paused, tilting her chin up, “—and you can use me like a fuck doll.”

The challenge in her voice sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to your cock. You didn’t hesitate. Gripping her hips, you hauled her off the couch in one smooth motion, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist. Karina gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders as you carried her down the hallway, her bare skin warm and sticky against yours.

The bedroom was dim, the only light spilling in from the half-open door behind you. You dumped her onto the mattress more roughly than intended, but Karina just sprawled back, her legs already parting in invitation. The sight of her—flushed, fucked-out, but still daring you with her eyes—made your pulse spike.

“Are you sure you want to challenge me?” Your voice was rough, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as you leaned over her, your cock pressing against her slick entrance. “You won’t surrender halfway?”

Karina’s laugh was breathless, her pupils blown wide. “Please,” she taunted, arching her back to press herself closer, her nails scraping down your chest. “I’m the one who makes men surrender. Don’t get too confident just because I came a few times on your tongue.”

You didn’t give her a warning. With a sharp thrust, you buried yourself inside her to the hilt, the sudden stretch drawing a gasp from her lips. Karina’s body tensed, her thighs clamping around your hips instinctively, but you didn’t stop—didn’t let her adjust. You pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, the wet slap of skin echoing off the walls.

Karina’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Fuck—”

Karina’s breath hitched as you pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip of your cock inside her before slamming back in with a sharp thrust that punched a ragged moan from her throat. “Fuck—your dick—god—” Her words dissolved into a gasp as you dragged your hips back slowly, teasing her with the stretch before burying yourself deep again. “It’s so big,” she panted, her nails digging into your shoulders. “How the hell do you walk around the office like you’re not packing this?”

You smirked, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate circle that made her thighs tremble. “Easy,” you murmured, leaning down to nip at her collarbone. “I don’t think about you bent over the copy machine.”

Karina’s laugh turned into a broken whine as you snapped your hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the dim room. “Bullshit,” she gasped, arching to meet your thrusts. “You definitely thought about it.” Her hands slid down your back, fingers pressing into the muscles as if trying to pull you deeper. “Admit it—you imagined me like this, didn’t you? On my knees, taking every inch—”

You cut her off with a rough thrust, the headboard banging against the wall as her legs locked around your waist. “Keep talking,” you growled, your voice rough with want. “Tell me how much you like it.”

Karina’s lips curled into a smirk even as her breath stuttered. “I love it,” she moaned, her hips rolling to meet yours. “Love how you fill me—god, your cock is perfect.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, lashes fluttering as you hit a spot that made her toes curl. “Bet you’ve ruined girls with this thing. Bet they begged for it after the first time.”

You chuckled darkly, gripping her hips to angle her just right before driving into her with a pace that left her gasping. “You’re the one begging now,” you pointed out, watching her bite her lip to stifle a moan.

Karina’s defiance flickered for just a second before she surrendered to it, her head tipping back as her back arched off the bed. “Fuck—yes, okay? Yes,” she admitted, her voice cracking. “I’ll beg if you keep fucking me like this.” Her hands flew to her own breasts, pinching her nipples roughly as if she couldn’t decide whether to ground herself or chase more pleasure. “Just—don’t stop—”

You obliged, your rhythm turning relentless, each thrust punching a sound from her lips—whimpers, gasps, your name tangled in curses. Karina’s thighs trembled around you, her body tightening like a coil ready to snap. “You close?” you rasped, your own control fraying at the edges.

Karina nodded frantically, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “So close—” Her voice broke as you hooked a hand behind her knee, hiking her leg higher to sink even deeper. “There—right there—”

Karina’s body arched like a live wire under yours, her thighs clamping around your hips as you fucked her through another shuddering orgasm. Her cunt pulsed around your cock in rhythmic clenches, soaking the sheets beneath her with another gush of her release. She gasped your name, her voice raw and broken, but you didn’t slow down—couldn’t. Not when she’d dared you to ruin her.

“That’s it,” you growled, pinning her wrists above her head as your hips pistoned into her with brutal precision. “Look at you—dripping. You take my cock so fucking well.” Her hips jerked erratically, her back bowing off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. “How many is that now? Three? Four?” You grinned down at her wrecked expression, her lips parted in a silent scream. “We’re not done.”

Karina’s reply was a slurred whimper, her eyelids fluttering like she couldn’t decide whether to keep them open or surrender to the haze. Her nails scraped weakly at your forearms, but her legs stayed locked around you, her body betraying her even as she gasped, “T-too much—please—”

“You challenged me,” you reminded her, dragging your tongue up her throat before biting down on her earlobe. “You said you’d take it.” Her answering moan was music to your ears, her hips rolling to meet your next thrust as if her body couldn’t help itself. “Fuck, you’re greedy. Even now, you’re still grinding on me.” You laughed darkly, snapping your hips harder, reveling in the way her breath hitched. “Admit it—you don’t want me to stop.”

Karina’s head thrashed against the pillows, her words dissolving into a broken sob as you angled your cock just right, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. “I—I can’t—” she choked out, her thighs trembling violently. “I’ll—break—”

“You won’t,” you promised, your voice rough with want. “You’re too damn perfect for that.” Your thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles as you fucked her deeper, harder, until her entire body seized. Her orgasm hit like a thunderclap—her cunt clenching around you in erratic pulses, her scream muffled against your shoulder as she came again, her release gushing hot between your bodies.

This time, she didn’t recover. Her arms fell limp at her sides, her legs sliding bonelessly off your hips as her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth slack, her whole body twitching with oversensitivity. You didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The sight of her—utterly ruined, dripping, yours—drove you wild, your thrusts turning frenzied as your own climax coiled tight in your gut.

“One more,” you ground out, gripping her hips to haul her onto your cock with every snap of your hips. “One more, and then I’ll let you rest.” Karina whimpered, her body limp but still responsive, her cunt fluttering weakly around you as you chased your own release. “Cum for me.”

Her response was a broken cry, her back arching off the bed as another orgasm tore through her—smaller this time, but no less intense. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling into the sheets as she squirted again, the wet sound of it mingling with the slap of skin. That was all it took. With a groan, you buried yourself to the hilt, your release spilling deep inside her as her body milked you through every last pulse.

When you finally stilled, Karina was motionless beneath you, her chest rising unevenly, her lips parted around silent, panting breaths. Her eyelids fluttered when you brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, but she didn’t—couldn’t—open them fully. A slow smirk curled your lips as you leaned down to murmur against her ear, “Still think you can make me surrender?”

Karina’s response was a weak, wordless sound—half-protest, half-exhaustion—before her head lolled to the side, her body finally giving out.

Sunlight sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across Karina’s bare skin as she blinked awake, disoriented. The sheets were twisted around her legs, damp and sticky—evidence of last night’s relentless indulgence still clinging to her thighs. She stretched gingerly, wincing at the ache between her legs, the memory of your hands, your mouth, your cock branding itself into every muscle.

The clock on the nightstand glared back: 9:07 AM. Shit. She’d slept through her alarm. Again.

The muffled cadence of your voice drifted in from the kitchen—professional, measured, the polar opposite of the growls and taunts that had filled this room hours ago. A meeting. Of course you were already working, already composed, while she lay here with your cum leaking out of her. The realization sent a thrill down her spine.

Karina smirked, rolling onto her stomach with deliberate slowness, savoring the way her muscles protested. She could play this game too.

Silent as a shadow, she slid off the bed, her knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. The cool air kissed her bare skin as she crawled forward, her hips swaying with each movement, her palms pressing into the floorboards. The scent of coffee and your cologne grew stronger as she neared the kitchen doorway.

She paused just out of sight, listening to the steady rhythm of your voice. “—Q2 projections need revision before the board review—”

God, you sounded so boring. So normal. As if you hadn’t reduced her to a sobbing, squirming mess less than six hours ago.

Karina’s nails dug into the wood. Time to fix that.

She rounded the corner on all fours, her hair tousled, her lips still swollen from last night’s abuse. You were seated at the kitchen island, laptop open, dressed in nothing but sweatpants slung low on your hips—casual, effortless, infuriatingly unruffled. Your back was to her, your attention fixed on the screen.

Perfect.

She slithered between your legs before you could react, her hands sliding up your thighs. Your voice hitched mid-sentence as her fingers traced the outline of your cock through the thin fabric, already half-hard just from her proximity. “—ah—apologies, my connection glitched for a second.”

Karina grinned, pressing a kiss to the bulge straining against your waistband. She could feel the way your muscles tensed, the way your breath stuttered when her tongue flicked out to trace the shape of you.

On screen, a colleague’s voice crackled through the speakers. “—so we’ll need those numbers by EOD—”

“Understood,” you replied smoothly, but your fingers were suddenly tangled in her hair, urging her closer.

Karina obeyed, nuzzling against you like a cat before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of your sweats and tugging them down just enough to free your cock. It sprang against her cheek, hot and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

She didn’t hesitate. Wrapping her lips around the head, she swirled her tongue over the slit, tasting the salt of your precome. Your grip tightened instantly, your hips jerking forward as if you couldn’t help it.

“—uh, yeah, let’s circle back on that,” you managed, your voice rougher now.

Karina hummed around you, the vibration dragging a choked sound from your throat. She took you deeper, her lips stretched tight, her eyes flicking up to watch your jaw clench. The laptop camera was angled just high enough to miss her, but she could see the screen—could see the confused frown of your colleague as your responses grew clipped, distracted.

Her fingers traced the seam of your balls, rolling them gently as she sucked you off with slow, filthy pulls. Your thighs trembled under her palms, your abs flexing as you fought to keep your composure.

Your fingers tightened in her hair, tugging sharply—a silent command to stop. Karina paused, her lips still wrapped around the head of your cock, her dark eyes flicking up to meet yours with feigned innocence. You mouthed the word “Enough,” your voice a near-silent growl, but she just smirked around you, her tongue darting out to lap at the slit.

Then she pulled back, releasing you with a wet pop—only to shift her weight forward, her full breasts pressing against your thighs as she dragged them upward, enveloping your cock in soft, warm heat. Her nipples brushed against the base, already stiff from the cool air, and you clenched your jaw hard enough to ache.

“—final approval on the Henderson account,” you forced out, your voice impressively steady despite the way Karina’s mouth found the tip again, her lips sealing around it in slow, teasing sucks. Her hands kneaded her own tits around your shaft, the slick friction of skin and precome turning the glide torturously smooth.

She hummed around you, the vibration traveling straight to your balls, and your grip on the edge of the laptop turned white-knuckled. “Yes, I’ll—” Your breath hitched as her tongue swirled under the head, “—send the files.”

Your fingers flexed against the laptop’s edge, your grip the only betrayal of the torture unfolding beneath the screen. Karina’s breasts enveloped your cock in a slick, warm vise, her nipples dragging along the shaft with each slow, deliberate roll of her shoulders. But it was her mouth that threatened to unravel you—the way her lips stretched tight around the head, sucking with a pressure that bordered on painful, her tongue flicking against the slit in quick, teasing strokes.

“—we’ll proceed with the revised timeline,” you choked out, your voice strained but miraculously level. Onscreen, your colleague’s brow furrowed at the delay in your response, but Karina didn’t care. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief as she hollowed her cheeks, the suction making your thighs jerk.

She timed it perfectly—every bob of her head synced with your attempts to speak, her lips sealing tighter just as you opened yours to reply. “The—fuck—client expects—” You barely suppressed a groan as her thumbs circled your balls, her tits squeezing tighter, the heat of her mouth unbearable. Your free hand fisted in her hair, not to guide her, but to anchor yourself as your vision blurred at the edges.

Karina smirked around your cock, her tongue swiping a wet stripe from base to tip before diving back down, taking you deeper than she had any right to during a goddamn meeting. The wet sounds were obscene, her saliva dripping down your shaft to mingle with the precome smeared across her cleavage. She was trying to break you—pulling off just long enough to drag her tongue along the throbbing vein underneath before swallowing you whole again, her throat fluttering around the head.

“—yes, I’ll—” Your voice cracked as she suddenly cupped her breasts tighter, creating a sinful tunnel of flesh that she fucked you into, her mouth working the tip in counterpoint. “—forward the notes.” The words tasted like ash in your mouth, your control fraying with every slick slide of her skin.

The call dragged on, an eternity of half-formed sentences and gritted teeth, while Karina reduced you to a trembling mess beneath the guise of professionalism. When the final “Thanks, everyone” left your lips, you didn’t even wait for the disconnect—you slammed the laptop shut and hauled her up by the hair, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

Cum spilled over her lips, her chin, painting her tits in thick, white stripes as you fucked into her grip, your release endless. Karina gasped as the first hot spurt hit her tongue, but she didn’t pull away—just milked you through it, her breasts jiggling with each pulse, her mouth hungrily catching what her tits couldn’t.

“You call this your revenge?” You hauled Karina onto your lap in one swift motion, her bare thighs straddling yours, still sticky with the remnants of her earlier squirts. Her breath hitched as your cock slid effortlessly between her slick folds, the head catching at her entrance but not pushing in—not yet.

Her lips curled, still glistening with your release. “Maybe it is,” she murmured, rolling her hips just enough to tease. “Or maybe it’s a gift—because you did make me surrender last night.” Her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red trails in their wake.

You gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, yanking her down onto your cock in one brutal thrust. Karina’s back arched, her mouth dropping open in a silent scream as she took you to the hilt. “Yeah?” you growled, watching her eyelashes flutter. “But I still want to punish you.” You pulled out agonizingly slow, savoring the way her cunt clenched around you, desperate to keep you inside. “You lost the challenge after being so damn confident.”

Karina’s laugh was breathless, broken. Her hands braced against your shoulders as she rocked forward, her swollen clit dragging against your abdomen. “Just punish me then, Daddy,” she taunted, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

The title sent a jolt of electricity straight to your cock. You didn’t hesitate—slamming back into her with enough force to knock the air from her lungs. Karina’s head snapped back, her tits bouncing with each punishing thrust, her thighs trembling where they gripped yours. “Fuck—yes,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in your hair. “That’s it—ruin me—”

“Like that, baby?” Your voice was rough, fingers digging into Karina’s hips as you pistoned into her, the chair creaking dangerously beneath you both.

Karina’s breath hitched, her back arching as she rocked into each thrust, her nails raking down your chest. “Yes—fuck—Daddy—” The word spilled from her lips like a prayer, broken and breathless, and something primal in you snarled in response.

“You begged for this,” you reminded her, snapping your hips up hard enough to jolt a cry from her throat. “Now take it.”

Karina’s body obeyed before her mind could catch up—her thighs clamping around yours, her cunt fluttering wildly as another orgasm ripped through her. Her release gushed between you, soaking your thighs, her moan cracking into a sob as you didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. “Too much—” she gasped, her fingers twisting in your hair, “but don’t you fucking dare stop—”

You laughed darkly, gripping her ass to haul her down onto your cock with brutal precision. “Greedy little thing,” you growled, watching her tits bounce with each punishing thrust. “You’re dripping down my thighs and still asking for more.”

Karina’s response was a wordless cry, her head falling back as you hit that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. Her thighs trembled violently, her cunt clamping around you in erratic pulses as she came again, her orgasm wringing another gush of slick from her already soaked pussy.

You didn’t give her a second to recover. Wrapping a hand around her throat, you dragged her forward until her lips brushed yours, her breath hot and ragged against your mouth. “You love it,” you murmured, your voice low and taunting. “Love being used like this, don’t you?”

Karina’s eyelids fluttered, her pupils blown wide with surrender. “Yes,” she admitted, the word barely audible, her hips still rolling in tiny, desperate circles. “Fuck me—please—”

You obliged, slamming into her with a pace that left her gasping, her tits swaying with each thrust, her nipples stiff and flushed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her broken moans and the wet, filthy squelch of her cunt taking you deeper with every snap of your hips.

Karina’s thighs shook, her body teetering on the edge of another climax, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. “Gonna cum—” she warned, her voice wrecked, her fingers scrambling for purchase on your shoulders. “Fuck—your cock—I can’t—”

“Do it,” you ordered, your grip tightening on her hips. “Cum on my dick like the desperate little slut you are.”

Karina’s orgasm hit like a freight train—her back bowing, her cunt clamping down on you so tight it nearly hurt. Her scream was raw, unfiltered, her release gushing hot between your bodies, her thighs quivering violently as you fucked her through it.

You weren’t far behind. With a groan, you buried yourself to the hilt, your release spilling deep inside her in thick, pulsing waves. Karina whimpered, oversensitive but still grinding her clit against you, milking every last drop from your cock as her body trembled with aftershocks.

For a long moment, the only sound was her ragged breathing and the wet drip of your combined mess between her thighs.

Then Karina smirked, her voice hoarse but triumphant. “Told you I’d make you surrender.”

You laughed, swatting her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Keep dreaming, princess.”

She just grinned, limp but satisfied, her head dropping onto your shoulder as the chair groaned beneath you both.

The moment her knees hit the tile floor, Karina knew she wasn’t getting a break. You hauled her up by the hips before she could catch her breath, her stomach slamming against the cold marble of the kitchen island. Her legs dangled uselessly, toes brushing the air as her slick dripped onto the floor in a steady rhythm. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet kitchen—a wet tap tap tap against tile that made her cheeks burn even as her cunt clenched around nothing.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” you growled, your hands spreading her ass cheeks wide. The air against her soaked folds made her shiver, but the heat of your cock pressing against her ruined pussy had her gasping. You didn’t ease in—just shoved, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Karina’s scream cracked halfway through, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth counter as her body bowed under the force of it.

“Fuck—fuck—!” she chanted, her voice splintering into nonsense as you set a merciless pace, hips pistoning into her with enough force to rock the island beneath them. Her tits slid against the marble, nipples pebbled and oversensitive, her ass jiggling with every snap of your hips. The slap of skin on skin echoed off the cabinets, mingling with the wet, filthy squelch of her cunt taking you deeper with every thrust.

Karina’s vision blurred, her mouth hanging open as drool pooled beneath her cheek. She couldn’t form words—just broken syllables and gasps that dissolved into moans whenever you angled your hips just right. Her legs kicked weakly, her toes curling as another orgasm coiled tight in her belly. “G-gonna—” she managed, her voice wrecked, her cunt fluttering around you in erratic pulses.

You didn’t let her finish. Wrapping a fist in her hair, you yanked her head back, your breath hot against her ear. “Cum,” you ordered, your voice rough with command. “Now.”

Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up—her back arching, her cunt clamping down on you like a vice as pleasure ripped through her in violent waves. Her scream was raw, unfiltered, her thighs trembling violently as her release gushed between her legs, soaking your thighs and dripping onto the floor.

Your fingers tangled in Karina’s hair, yanking hard enough to make her gasp—not in pain, but in anticipation. The sharp pull arched her back, her throat exposed as her lips parted on a ragged exhale. “Do you like it?” you growled, your voice dripping with dominance, your hips never slowing their relentless pace. “Talk, baby. Show me how much you fucking love it.”

Karina’s breath hitched, her eyelids fluttering as her cunt clenched around you. The words tumbled out in a broken stream, her voice wrecked and shameless. “Love it—love your cock—fuck—so deep—” Her hips rocked back to meet your thrusts, her ass jiggling with every snap of your hips. Drool dripped from her bottom lip, her cheek smeared against the marble counter, her reflection distorted in the polished surface beneath her.

You tightened your grip, tilting her head back further until her pupils blew wide with surrender. “Louder,” you demanded, punctuating the word with a sharp thrust that punched a cry from her throat. “Let the whole fucking building hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

Karina’s moan cracked into a sob as you hit that spot inside her that made her toes curl. “Yours—” she gasped, her nails scraping uselessly against the counter. “All yours—please—more—” Her thighs trembled violently, her cunt fluttering around you in erratic pulses as another orgasm coiled tight in her belly.

You didn’t let her cum yet. With a cruel twist of your wrist, you dragged her upright, her back slamming against your chest. Your free hand groped her tits, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her whimper. “Not yet,” you murmured against her ear, your voice a dark promise. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

Karina’s head lolled against your shoulder, her breath coming in shallow gasps as you slowed your thrusts to a maddening grind. Every inch of your cock dragged against her oversensitive walls, her cunt clenching helplessly around you. “Cruel,” she moaned, her hips twitching in tiny, desperate circles. “Fucking—tease—”

You chuckled, your teeth grazing her earlobe. “And you love it.”

She couldn’t deny it. Her body betrayed her, her pussy dripping around your cock, her thighs shaking with the effort of holding back. “Please—” she begged, the word dissolving into a whine as you rolled her nipple between your fingers.

You rewarded her with a brutal thrust, your hips slapping against her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Now,” you ordered, your hand sliding down to circle her clit in tight, punishing strokes.

Karina’s orgasm hit like a lightning strike—her back bowing, her scream ripping through the room as her cunt milked your cock in violent pulses. Her release gushed between her thighs, soaking your fingers and dripping onto the floor in a filthy, obscene rhythm.

You fucked her through it, your pace never faltering, your grip on her hair keeping her upright as her legs gave out. “Again,” you commanded, your voice rough with barely restrained hunger. “Cum again.”

Karina sobbed, her body wrung out but still obedient, her cunt fluttering around you as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her moan was raw, unfiltered, her thighs trembling as her second orgasm wrenched itself from her body.

Your palm cracked against her ass with a sharp, stinging slap—hard enough to make Karina jerk forward with a gasp. The red handprint bloomed across her cheek, stark against her pale skin, and she barely had time to whimper before you did it again. “Ah!—fuck, that hurts—” she protested, her voice breaking as her hips instinctively rocked back into you, her pussy clenching greedily around your cock.

You chuckled darkly, delivering another slap, this time harder, watching her skin flush darker under the impact. “Bullshit,” you murmured, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. “Your cunt’s dripping, baby. Begging for it.” As if to prove your point, you dragged your thumb through her slick folds, collecting the evidence before smearing it across her swollen clit. Karina shuddered, her thighs trembling as a fresh gush of arousal coated your fingers.

Then you stopped moving entirely—your cock buried deep inside her but motionless, a cruel tease as her body throbbed around you. “No—” Karina whined, her hips twitching in desperate little circles, trying to fuck herself on you. But you held her still, your grip unyielding, your other hand rising to deliver another sharp slap to her pussy. The wet smack echoed in the room, her clit jolting under the sting, and she cried out, her walls fluttering wildly.

“Admit it,” you ordered, your voice rough with command, your fingers tracing lazy circles around her abused clit. “Say you love it.”

Karina bit her lip, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you spanked her pussy again, the sharp pain melting into heat that coiled tight in her belly. Her thighs shook, her toes curling against the tile as another slap landed—this time harder, meaner—and her resistance shattered. “Fine—fuck—yes!” she sobbed, her hips bucking helplessly. “I love it—love your hand on my pussy, love—ah!—when you spank me like a fucking slut—”

You rewarded her honesty with another slap, this time letting your fingers linger, rubbing firm circles into her clit as she writhed against you. “Good girl,” you purred, your cock twitching inside her as her cunt squeezed around you in frantic pulses. “Now cum for me.”

Karina’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her back arching, her scream tearing through the room as her pussy gushed around your cock. Her thighs clamped around yours, her body bowing under the force of it, her release soaking both of you in a hot, sticky mess. You didn’t move, didn’t give her an inch, just let her ride it out on your still cock, her moans dissolving into broken whimpers as the aftershocks wracked her body.

You didn’t let her recover. The second her orgasm subsided into shuddering aftershocks, your hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you dragged her back onto your cock with a single, brutal thrust. Karina’s gasp was sharp, her body jolting forward, her palms slapping against the marble counter to brace herself. “Fuck—yes—” she choked out, her voice already wrecked, her cunt fluttering around you in helpless pulses.

You set a punishing pace immediately—no warm-up, no mercy. Just the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of her well-used pussy taking every inch of you with each snap of your hips. Her ass bounced with every thrust, the red handprint you’d left earlier now a darkening bloom against her pale skin. You leaned over her, your chest pressing against her sweat-slick back, your breath hot against her ear. “Gonna fill you up again,” you growled, your voice thick with promise. “Mark you inside where it counts.”

Karina’s moan was half-sob, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter as you drilled into her with relentless precision. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling against the tile, her body arching to meet each thrust. “Do it—” she begged, her voice cracking. “Please—breed me—claim me—”

The raw need in her voice sent a surge of possessiveness through you. Your hand fisted in her hair again, yanking her head back until her spine bowed, her throat exposed. “Mine,” you snarled, your hips pistoning into her with enough force to rock the island beneath you both. Her tits swayed with each movement, her nipples stiff and flushed, her cunt clamping down on you in erratic spasms as another orgasm coiled tight in her belly.

You felt it the second she tipped over the edge—her walls fluttering wildly, her scream shattering into wordless, breathless cries as her release gushed between her thighs. Her body convulsed around you, her back arching, her ass pressing back against you greedily as if she couldn’t get enough. “Fuck—fuck—so good—” she babbled, her voice wrecked beyond recognition.

That was all it took. With a groan, you buried yourself to the hilt, your release spilling deep inside her in hot, pulsing waves. Karina whimpered, oversensitive but still grinding her hips back against you, milking every last drop from your cock as her body trembled with aftershocks. Your grip on her hair loosened, your forehead dropping between her shoulder blades as you both rode out the high, the only sounds in the room the ragged hitch of her breathing and the wet drip of your combined mess between her thighs.

Karina’s fingers slipped from the railing as another brutal thrust sent her lurching forward, her cheek pressing against the cold metal. The morning air was crisp against her sweat-slicked skin, the city stretching out below them in a haze of early sunlight. She’d thought she’d won—thought she’d drained you dry after the kitchen, the living room, the hallway—but your grip on her hips was ironclad, your cock pistoning into her with a stamina that bordered on inhuman.

Karina gasped as her body was suddenly lifted, the world tilting violently before her back hit the cold balcony railing. Her fingers scrambled for purchase, nails scraping against metal as she blinked up at you in dazed disbelief. “What the—how are you still—standing?!” she panted, her voice raw from screaming, her thighs still trembling from the last round. The sunrise painted the sky in streaks of gold and pink, casting your silhouette in an almost predatory glow as you loomed over her.

Karina’s fingers clawed at the railing, her knuckles whitening as the metal dug into her palms. The city stretched out below them, indifferent to the way her thighs shook against the cold steel, her breath coming in ragged gasps that fogged the morning air. “You—you were supposed to be done,” she panted, her voice hoarse from overuse, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of the last orgasm you’d wrung from her.

You chuckled, low and dangerous, your hands splaying across her hips as you pulled her back against you. The evidence of your earlier rounds glistened between her thighs, dripping onto the balcony floor in a slow, obscene rhythm. “You really thought a few rounds would knock me out?” Your teeth grazed her shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make her jerk. “Cute.”

Karina’s protest died in her throat as you angled her hips, the head of your cock pressing against her soaked entrance. “Wait—fuck—I can’t take—” Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as you sheathed yourself in one brutal thrust, her body stretching to accommodate you even as her cunt fluttered in protest. The railing groaned under their combined weight, the sound drowned out by Karina’s broken moan.

“Are you a monster?” she gasped, her head dropping forward as you set a punishing pace immediately, your hips slamming into her with enough force to rock the balcony beneath them. The sunrise painted her skin in gold, highlighting the sweat-slick curve of her spine, the way her ass jiggled with each snap of your hips.

You leaned over her, your breath hot against her ear. “No,” you murmured, your voice thick with promise. “I’m just getting started.” Your hand slid between her thighs, finding her swollen clit with unerring precision. “And I’ll make sure you’re dry.”

Karina’s scream tore through the dawn air, raw and unfiltered, bouncing off skyscraper glass as the city below stirred to life. Her fingers clenched the railing so hard her knuckles blanched, her thighs quivering against the cold metal as you drove into her with a force that sent shockwaves through her body. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed louder than car horns on the street below—wet, filthy, deliberate.

“Louder,” you growled against her ear, your teeth scraping her pulse point as your hand snaked around her throat. “Let them hear who owns this cunt.”

Karina’s head fell back against your shoulder, her lips parting on another broken cry as you angled your hips just right—hitting that spot that made her vision whiten. Her voice cracked, syllables dissolving into nonsense as her orgasm slammed into her without warning. The railing shuddered beneath her grip, her release gushing down her thighs in hot, slick waves that dripped onto the balcony tiles.

A distant shout rose from the street—someone had heard. Karina’s stomach flipped, half-mortification, half-thrill, her cunt clenching around you in erratic pulses. “Fuck—they know—” she gasped, her hips rocking back to meet your thrusts despite the oversensitivity wracking her body.

You laughed darkly, palming her ass to spread her wider, your cock plunging deeper. “Good,” you murmured, your voice thick with possession. “Let them envy me.”

Her answering moan was drowned out by the blare of a car horn—some asshole leaning out their window, craning to see the source of the noise. Karina didn’t care. Her world narrowed to the stretch of your cock inside her, the way your fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, the sound of her own voice splintering the morning calm.

“Again,” you ordered, your thumb circling her clit in tight, punishing strokes.

Karina sobbed, her body bowing under the dual assault. “Can’t—too much—”

You didn’t relent. Your pace turned brutal, the railing creaking ominously as you fucked her into another climax. Her scream this time was shrill, her thighs clamping around yours as her cunt milked you in violent spasms. Below, a chorus of whistles and whoops rose from the street—an audience.

Karina’s cheeks burned, but her hips never stopped moving, her body betraying her shame with each greedy roll of her ass. “Y-you’re—ruining me—” she choked out, her voice wrecked beyond recognition.

You kissed her shoulder, your lips curling against her sweat-slick skin. “Correction,” you murmured, your thrusts slowing to a maddening grind. “I’m remaking you.”

The balcony door slammed shut behind you, Karina’s knees buckling the second you crossed the threshold. She barely caught herself on the hallway wall, her palms sliding against the paint as you crowded her from behind, your cock already nudging at her swollen entrance. “No—wait—” she gasped, but you didn’t. You sheathed yourself in one brutal thrust, her cunt so slick it made a wet schluck sound as you bottomed out. Karina’s forehead thumped against the wall, her fingers scrambling for purchase as you set a merciless pace, her ass jiggling with each snap of your hips.

By the time you reached the living room, her thighs were shaking so badly she couldn’t stand. You dumped her onto the couch face-first, her tits spilling over the armrest as you mounted her from behind. The leather squeaked under her sweat-slick skin, her moans muffled by the cushions as you fucked her raw, your hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Her pussy was still dripping, but the wet sounds grew shallower with every thrust, her body struggling to keep up.

The kitchen island came next—her back pressed against the cold marble, her legs hooked over your shoulders as you drove into her with enough force to rock the cabinets. Karina’s screams were hoarse now, her voice shredded, her cunt fluttering around you in weak pulses. You didn’t stop. You flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and fucked her until her thighs were streaked with a mix of your cum and her own slick, the puddle beneath her growing stickier by the minute.

The bedroom was a blur—her on her knees, her on all fours, her on her back with her ankles pinned to her ears. Every position wrung another broken sound from her throat, her body oversensitive but still obedient, still taking you even as her cunt grew tighter, drier. By the time you dragged her into the bathroom, her pussy was so overused it ached, her inner thighs chafed red, her clit swollen to the point of pain.

The shower was already running when you shoved her against the tiles, the water scalding against her flushed skin. Karina whimpered as you lifted her, her back pressed to the wall, her legs wrapping around your waist out of sheer habit. Her cunt was tender now, the initial slide of your cock drawing a sharp gasp from her—not pleasure, not pain, but something raw in between. You fucked her slow this time, deliberately, watching her face contort with every thrust.

Then you felt it—the faintest resistance, the barest hint of drag. Karina’s breath hitched, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Stop—please—” she begged, but you didn’t. You thrust deeper, harder, and when you pulled out, the tip of your cock was smeared with a thin streak of pink. Karina’s eyes widened, her thighs trembling violently. “Fuck,” she whispered, her voice wrecked. “You broke me.”

You kissed her then, deep and possessive, your hand cradling the back of her head as the water sluiced between you. “No,” you murmured against her lips. “I just made sure you’ll remember.”

After she was certain she had the place memorized, she smoothed the edge of her blue skirt with white trim as she headed into the hotel lobby.

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he tries to convince himself that it’s just a harmless, normal—natural thought that all guys have. 

but it never goes away.

not when you wear that specific shade of lipstick that makes his gaze on your lips linger a second too long. not when you lean out of habit towards him when someone cracks something funny. not when you sit beside his girlfriend, and he can’t help but to compare—almost everything. 

sunghoon shouldn’t notice the way your voice and sighs make his skin prickle. shouldn’t remember the smell of your shampoo after one hug.

in fact, he shouldn’t think about you at all.

but… sunghoon is just a man. and isn't it man's nature to wander? to want? to be attracted to pretty little things?

yeah—he’s just a man.

——

“oh—yn, sooha’s not home yet…” 

sunghoon’s voice was rough, still coated in sleep. He woke up early from the knocks on the front door. his hair’s messy, sticking up in different directions, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips as he just rolled out of bed—apparent by the pillow crease on his cheek. 

you blinked, caught in the doorway like you’ve been caught doing something wrong. “oh,” you said, lifting up the paper bag in your hand. “sorry—uh, sooha just told me to come in. i didn’t know you’re in.”

he leaned his shoulder on the doorframe, arms crossed, one rubbing his eyes lazily, squinting down at you from where he’s standing. “no, no—it’s fine.” his lips curled into a small smile. “you should come in,” he said before you could think too hard. “sooha should be home pretty soon. you can wait for her inside.”

you nodded and excused yourself inside, trying not to look at the way his gaze trailed after you. 

the door clicked shut behind you with a soft finality. you kept your eyes forward as you slipped off your shoes, but you could feel it—sunghoon’s stare on the back of your head, crawling down your spine. 

“i really didn’t mean to wake you,” you said, half-turning to glance at him over your shoulder. 

“nah, it’s cool, yn.” he murmured, running his fingers through his hair. “sooha didn’t inform me beforehand.” 

you took a seat on the couch, settling to get comfortable with one leg tucked beneath as you got comfortable. sunghoon trailed behind you. “are you guys going somewhere later?” he asked, taking the tv remote off the coffee table and sitting next to you—at an appropriate distance, that is. 

you glanced over at him. “oh, no, no,” you shook your head. “i just wanna drop off the dress i borrowed from her last week.” for some reason, you reached into the bag and pulled it out, unfolding the dress carefully across the lap. sunghoon noted that it smelled like you—he figured out you washed it beforehand. 

“cute, right?” you said, smoothing the fabric with your palm. 

sunghoon looked over; he hadn’t expected you to show him. his eyes skimmed the dress, then flicked to your face. you weren’t looking at him. “yeah,” he murmured. “really cute.”

your gaze caught him for a moment too long, a flicker of something passing between the two of you. 

“sooha has good clothes. i think we all like to borrow from her.” you gave sunghoon a little smile, eyes dropping. 

sunghoon replied with a small huff of laughter, leaning elbow on the armrest. “yeah, but…” he hesitated, then shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “not everyone pulls them off the same way.”

you raised an eyebrow at his remark. “what do you mean by that?”

sunghoon avoided your gaze, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek as he leaned back into the couch, suddenly too relaxed to be casual. “nothing.” he said quickly, eyes fixed on the tv. 

but the pause that followed stretched too long.

“sunghoon.”

your voice was quiet. just curious. texting.

he glanced at you then, briefly. “what?”

“you meant something,” you said, shifting slightly closer—your knee nearly touched his thigh. “so say it.” 

you saw the way sunghoon hesitated—his eyes flickered between you and the screen. “uh,” he muttered. sunghoon exhaled through his nose, gaze dropping to your hand on your thigh, and the dress on your lap.

“you look good in her clothes,” he said, finally. voice quiet and low. “but i like the way you look in yours more.” 

your breath caught—chest rose. “you shouldn’t say things like that…” you murmured. sunghoon’s eyes lifted to yours, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. 

“well, you asked…” 

sunghoon clicked through a few channels before settling on something random—an old classic romance already halfway through. 

you tried to focus on the screen but failed to do so—you were too aware of how close sunghoon was sitting next to you; his knees barely brushed yours.

“you like this movie?” you attempted, asking him suddenly. sunghoon looked at you, his fingertips tapping absentmindedly his thigh. “not really.” he admitted. 

on-screen, the couple kissed—soft and slow and dramatic. but your attention was on him.

sunghoon’s gaze dropped to your lips, just barely. your lips parted slightly, the tip of your tongue licking your lips without thinking.

it happened almost suddenly—your faces moved closer—as if drawn.

you were a breath away from him when it hit you.

you pulled back immediately, eyes wide and breath hitching . “oh—i’m sorry, i—i didn’t mean to—“ you stuttered, leaning against the armrest.

sunghoon catched your wrist before you could shift further away from him, his slender fingers wrapped around your curved wrist. “yn—it’s okay,” he said quietly. “it’s okay… just… this once.”

his voice was soft, almost pleading as his thumb rubbed circles on your skin. his fingers slid from your wrist to your hand, gently tugging you toward him.

“just once,” he murmured again like he’s reassuring himself. 

you didn’t stop him.

and when his lips brushed yours, it was soft. tentative, at first—like he was fully expecting you to push him away. 

your eyes fluttered shut the moment sunghoon deepened the kiss, tilting his head slightly to really kiss you—his hand slid from your hand to your jaw, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek as his mouth moved against yours. 

your breath hitched as he parted your lips, his tongue brushing carefully against yours. sunghoon’s other hand drifted down, his fingertips grazing your thigh before settling there, grounding you. 

it was you who pulled back for air. but sunghoon remained close, his lips still ghosting yours. both of you catching breath in the shallow space between. 

“we shouldn’t…” your voice was barely a whisper.

his hand was still on your face. “shouldn’t what?” sunghoon leaned in again, attaching his lips once again against yours. this time was slower but somehow deeper than before, almost pushing you back against the armrest. 

you gasped a little into the kiss—whether from surprise or how good the kiss felt—but sunghoon took the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips.

you gripped his shirt instinctively, fingers curling tight as his hand on your cheek travelled down to your waist. sunghoon held you like he wanted to feel what it's like to have your body arched into his. his mouth trailed lower—along your jaw, beneath your ear. 

“sunghoon… sooha—“ her name spilled from your lips.

sunghoon merely hummed into your skin, lips brushing along your throat. “what about sooha?” he murmured against your lips, catching it again. your hand tightened around his shirt—wanted to remind him that she’s his girlfriend, and she’s your friend. that this is wrong and insane.

but then sunghoon’s tongue flicked just under your jaw again, and your head tipped back on instinct, lips parting around a quiet breath. your chest rose against him and he took it as a sign of continuation. 

“she’s not here,” he added, hand slipping further up your thigh and into your shirt, pushing the fabric along. “you are.” 

your heart hammered in your chest out of guilt—but it was drowned out by the way his voice dragged through your spine in that low and coaxing manner. sunghoon pulled back just enough to look at you—eyes half-lidded and lips flushed and slick from the kissing. 

“i’m not going to stop,” he said. you stared down at him, breathless and torn between every line you’d just crossed. “so don’t tell me to stop.” sunghoon kissed you again—harder and messier this time. his warm hands rested on your waist, pulling you into his lap without asking.

and you? you simply went, too easily. legs sliding around his hips as you settled over him, the two of you barely breathing now, mouths locked in a kiss. 

you felt the way sunghoon breathed through his nose, desperate to keep kissing you and swallowing the soft sound you made when his lips moved. your arms moved to wrap around his neck, fingers curled in his hair, tugged slightly, and he groaned.

“yn,” and then you felt his hands—ghost beneath the hem of your shirt. 

you didn’t answer him. not with words.

instead, your hands reach for the hem yourself.

and you pulled your shirt up and over, discarding it behind you on the carpet. sunghoon’s breath hitched at the view before him—the girl of his dreams—sitting on his lap, shirtless with an innocent, simple, white bra on. your cleavage pushed up nicely and sunghoon had to fight the urge to grab them in his hands. 

sunghoon felt himself heating up and hardened—as embarrassing as it sounded. 

“i’m not going to tell you to stop,” you finally said something, cheeks reddened and flushed at how bold you were. “so just do whatever you wanna do. just once.” 

sunghoon froze for a second, like he was making sure he’d heard you right despite just sharing an intimate moment of kissing a few moments earlier. his eyes searched your face. “just once?” he repeated, almost bitter with disbelief. 

you nodded.

you swore sunghoon rolled his eyes for a split second—before his mouth was back on yours. his hands skimmed up your waists before sliding over your covered breasts, cupping it. his fingers gently kneaded into your skin through the fabric. 

not being able to contain it anymore, sunghoon pulled your bra up over your chest, letting it rest there. he bent just enough to wrap his mouth around your nipple. your mouth immediately dropped in a whine, back arching slightly in pleasure. your fingers tugged around his hair, almost pushing him deeper against your tit. “oh—hoonie—” you moaned, tugging on your bottom lip.

sunghoon merely hummed against your skin, rolling his tongue around it and sucking it in his mouth like a pacifier. his other hand massaged and fondled with your other tit—rolling your perky nipple between the pads of his fingers. “you’re so cute,” he mumbled, leaving a kiss behind before he moved to your other breast—making sure she didn’t feel left out.

your arms tightened around his neck as you shifted slightly in his lap, instinct guiding you before you even could grasp what you were doing. the motion was slow—but enough for you to feel how warm and hard sunghoon was beneath you. 

his breath stuttered, fingers tightening around your tit. “fuck—hey,” he murmured, tongue lapping around your bud. you rocked into him, pressing your clothed pussy against his growing tent. you could feel the way his body tensed but you didn’t stop. 

sunghoon’s hands guided your hips, making sure he could feel every drag of your pussy against his cock. “i want you, hoonie—mhh,” you moaned, burying your face into his locks. your bodies moved together in sync as sunghoon too, pressed himself hard against you. 

he pulled his mouth away from your tits with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your perky nipple and his bottom lip. sunghoon tilted his head back slightly, not being able to contain his urge any longer. 

he hooked his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in a swift motion—tossing it somewhere on the couch. he was all warm skin and lean muscle. your hands hovered for a second—then settled on his chest, fingers splaying over his heart.

it was racing.

just like yours.

sunghoon leaned in again, his forehead pressing to yours. “i have no regrets.” he said, his voice low and soft like he was letting you in on a secret. you nodded, swallowing hard. sooha was still somewhere tucked far in the back of your head—but it’s too late to stop now.

sunghoon helped you just enough—your knees pressing into the cushions as you rose slightly from his lap. his hands worked quickly, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants and guiding the fabric down over your hips. 

and then his hands were on your thighs again, pulling you back on his lap, only with your panties on.

sunghoon shifted slightly on the couch to pull his pants down—and you gasped at the sight of his hardened cock, throbbing and twitching. he’s huge. a lot bigger than you’d ever expect sunghoon to be—thick and long and slightly curved. he bit his bottom lip as he noticed you staring.

sunghoon wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, using the head to move your panties just enough to line the head of his cock up with your entrance. but before he could sink your hips down, you wrapped your hands around his wrists. “wait—sunghoon, i wanna…” you muttered, getting off his lap. 

you settled on your knees between his legs, using your hands on his knees to push his legs apart a little wider. you glanced up at sunghoon through your lashes—watching the way his breath hitched, his eyes locked on you. 

the tip glistened with pre-cum as he gave his cock a few slow strokes before letting it go, allowing it to twitch in the air between you. slowly, you wrapped your hands around his shaft, giving it a few light squeezes before leaning forward, your tongue daring out to lick a bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. sunghoon let out a ragged breath, his hands hovered at his sides, fists clenched in the cushions to stop himself from holding your head.

“fuck…” 

you wrapped your lips around the head of his hard cock, rolling your tongue across the tip to lick clean his precum before bobbing your head back and forth on his cock,. you’ve never given blowjobs to anyone—not your ex boyfriends nor your flings but the way sunghoon looked—slightly flushed and swallowing the lump in his throat—only encouraged you to continue. 

your cheeks hollowed as you worked on sucking him, taking sunghoon’s cock as deep in your mouth as you could. you can feel his pulse throbbing against your tongue. he watched you through hooded eyes, chest rising and falling hard. “yn, shit—” he muttered, half a warning, half a plea. 

sunghoon eventually threaded his fingers through your hair, gripping it slightly as he started to thrust his hips shallowly into your mouth. “fuck, babe, take it all…” you shut your eyes tightly as he forced more of his thick cock past your lips. 

at one point, sunghoon held your head still and used your mouth for leverage as he fucked your throat, his head thrown back against the couch, balls tightened at the feeling of your gags. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum, pretty,” he moaned, groaning. he fucked your mouth like a pussy. 

you nodded and tried to relax your throat, gripping and digging your nails into his skin. you slipped sunghoon’s cock out of your mouth to wrap your hands around his shaft once again, moving them back and forth—jerking him off. you lolled and rolled your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, swiping at the sensitive slit. “mmhm,” you hummed, looking up to sunghoon who had his lips parted slightly, breathing shallow in uneven rhythms. you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers curled tighter around your roots. 

woah—sooha never gave me a fellatio, sunghoon thought. your mouth was warm and slippery and wet and his cock had never felt this good before. 

“fuck, baby, wait—i’m gonna—” sunghoon stuttered as he felt himself getting close. he groaned—thick ropes of his cum spurted inside of your mouth, coating it white. sunghoon threw his head back in ecstasy to catch his breath before looking down at you—lips smeared with spit and white beads of his cum. you didn’t wipe it off, instead, you darted your lips out to lick and clean the remaining liquid around your mouth before swallowing him cum.

“sorry,” you muttered, the words muffled behind the back of your hand as you tried to hide your mouth. your cheeks were hot and red, eyes flicking anywhere but his. “i’ve never done this before…” 

sunghoon blinked, still catching his breath—his body lax but his eyes focused entirely on you. “...you’re kidding,” he said, voice hoarse around the edges. he sat up a little and reached out to pull your hand away from your face. “that was—fuck, you’re amazing, yn,” he continued, guiding you back up on his lap once more. 

“i can’t take it anymore.” 

i’m really going to do it—sunghoon’s really about to break his girlfriend’s trust. but it’s too late to stop, he had to let his guts and body take over. he promised himself he’s just going to put the tip in…

“don’t tell to stop, yeah?” he said, lining the head of his flushed and wet cock against your entrance, and slowly, sunghoon sank your hips down to the base. you threw your head back and let out a moan as his cock stretched your walls. “ah—hoonie,” with a whimper, your hips came to rest against his’. you’re way tighter and wetter than sooha is—sunghoon had to hold himself back from cumming this quick. 

he lifted you off his lap before letting you slam back down on his thick cock. the head nestled against your cervix with each pounding thrust. “you’re so fucking tight, babe… how…” he moaned as his fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements with deliberate rhythm. 

you felt it in the way sunghoon held you as he coaxed you to move the way he wanted. every shift of your body drew another moan from him, raw and guttural, his grip tightening with each roll of your hips. 

“you’re so big, hoonie,” you whimpered, leaning in, hands resting on his chest as you pressed your mouth to his’. sunghoon kissed you back almost immediately, hands anchoring you to him as your lips moved together. 

you felt his cock twitching and you swore—he got bigger when you slipped your tongue past his lips. he must’ve liked kissing a lot—you thought. you brushed your thumbs over his nipples, and sunghoon chuckled softly in your mouth. 

down there—his cock dragged against the sensitive tissue of your entrance. his thrusts weren’t messy, they were rough and solid with the curve and the head of his cock hitting the deepest parts of you. sunghoon pushed your hips down, cock balls deep inside your tight pussy as he kept you there, burying his cock against your deeper spot. 

“mmh—!” you moaned and nibbled on his bottom lip, drawing slight blood that sunghoon couldn’t care less for. he started pounding into you, balls slapping your pussy and making wet noises across the living room. his cock only throbbed deep in your cunt with no remorse as you cried into his mouth, pressing your nipples against his’. 

sunghoon’s heart pounded in his chest when his girlfriend’s face came to mind. he almost questioned himself what he was doing—but the thought dissolved just as quickly as they came when you flicked your tongue across his teeth. 

who was he kidding—? he waited so long for this. 

your legs were burning and your climax was so close you could taste it. you unlatched your lips from his and cried softly, the tip of your nose reddened. “hoonie, i—” 

“me too, love, fuck—” he let out a groan that softened into a breathy whimper. “kiss me, yn.” he murmured, leaning in to capture your lips for the nth time. his thrusts were erratic—rough and deep and desperate. heat coiled in your stomach, deep and pulsing. 

“i can’t hold it back anymore.” you whimpered pathetically into the kiss, nails digging his flesh as you practically started bouncing on his hard cock to chase your own high. the contracting walls of your tight cunt sent sunghoon over the edge as well. sunghoon moved his hands to cup your asscheeks, fondling and spreading them apart. he used it to control your movements and bouncings on his cock. 

“cum—cum on my cock, babe.” he moaned and snapped his hips against you, hard and deep, in one final, powerful lurch—and that was when your muscles clenched and clamped tightly around his throbbing cock as he pumped and coaxed every last drop of his warm, thick semen straight inside of your pussy. sunghoon whimpered against your lips as he unloaded everything inside, his seed leaked from your hole. 

“oh—mmh, fuck…” you whimpered as you let your body relaxed above him, pulling away from the kiss to bury your face into the crook of his neck. you could feel your sunghoon’s cock pumping and throbbing as he spurted the last few drops of his cum inside. 

“i… i feel so bad for—hngh! too deep—sooha…” you muttered against his skin, shaking your head slightly. the pleasure came in waves—your cunt twitching and thighs trembling as sunghoon slowly and tiredly jerked his hips against you, pushing his cum deeper. the boyfriend clicked his tongue and gave your ass a slight squeeze. “you’re wonderful, yn… fuck,” he said in return, obviously pretending he didn’t hear what you just said.

what is there to regret?  

as sunghoon came down, he let out a sigh and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. he placed his chin atop of your head, breath still uneven as he held you close—and still hadn’t pulled out—because he just didn’t want to let go just yet. 

the room was quiet, save for the soft sound of both your breathing, his fingers brushed lazy circles against your lower back. “did… you like it?” he asked quietly. you nodded against him, cheeks warm as you nuzzled into his warmth. “...mm yeah. did you?” 

sunghoon exhaled through his nose, something between relief and regret flickering in his eyes as he looked up to the ceiling. relief that you enjoyed it as much as he did—but regret because he could himself seek more from you. 

“i love it a lot,” he replied, kissing the crown of your head. “this really has to be just once?” 

his question hung in the air as you pulled back to look at him. “sunghoon… you know sooha is—” 

before you could finish, the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through the quiet room. both of you froze.

the ring camera flickered to life, showing sooha standing just outside the door. 

sooha let out a soft laugh, one corner of her mouth quirking. she playfully slapped yujin’s forearm. “you’re overthinking! i was the one who told him to go. he said he wouldn’t if i don’t want him to but… he hasn’t been back in years. he deserved a little break.”

“still…” yujin pressed, her brows furrowing. “people get sentimental. you never kn—” before yujin could finish her sentence, mina hissed and slapped her forearm once again—earning a wince out of yujin. “why are you planting doubts inside her  head? don’t make her worried! they’ve been together for almost three years now.”

sooha laughed, shaking her head like she was a mother of two children instead of their friends. “you two are silly,” she set her cup down, eyes glinting with innocence and amusement. “i trust him. sunghoon wouldn’t do such things. he loves me!” 

mina shot yujin a smug look, shrugging as if she got it right. yujin grumbled under her breath, muttering something like—”i knowwww. i’m just looking out,”—while rubbing at the spot both of them had smacked. 

“thanks… but we trust each other. the stereotype of men these days doesn’t apply to my sunghoon.” she chuckled, shrugging the topic off. 

sooha waved them off with a reassuring smile, glancing at her phone—sunghoon must still be on the train as they spoke—both her friends hummed and nodded, just content that their friend was at least secured in her relationship, especially with how couples are these days.

“please,” sooha sighed dreamily, resting her cheek atop the heel of her palm. her ring finger wrapped in gold glistening under the cafe light. “we’re literally engaged. he knows where his home is.”

——

“oh my god—oh, fuck, sunghoon—” you gasped nails digging into his shoulders as your back arched against the hotel sheets. his name tore out of you raw, half–breathed, half–moan, echoing against the walls. 

sunghoon’s mouth was hot against your throat, teeth grazing the spot he used to bite when you were both seventeen and too desperate to care who might hear behind the walls—his big, warm palm pressed firm against the small of your back, holding you steady, supporting your arch to cradle every piece of you closer. 

his other hand cupped and fondled your perky tit, thumb brushing against your hardened nipple and squeezing it between his fingerpads. “missed this baby,” he muttered, voice breaking as he drove his hips harder and deeper inside your tight, wet cunt—eliciting a meek moan and squelching noise from when his skin met yours. “missed my baby.” 

the bed creaked violently beneath you, but who gave a fuck, really? time folded in on itself—no fiance in seoul, no wedding plans—just the fever of first love resurrected in a hotel room sunghoon paid for using the same fund he was supposed to save up for his wedding.

“mm… yeah?” you let out a soft giggle as you tipped your head back when sunghoon started nibbling along your jugular, canines scraping before soothing the spot with his tongue. he left red and lovely marks around your soft skin like canvas. 

your laugh made him groan and you felt it against your abdomen, the tip of his cock ruthlessly knocking against your cervix like it wanted to enter deeper—as if he wanted to merge himself with you. “don’t—fuck, baby—don’t tease me,” he rasped, rutting deeper, chasing the wet heat sensation that clenched around him.

his hand kneaded your breast like dough pastry, squeezing and folding your skin like layers. his thumb circling your nipple until you writhed beneath him. the headboard thudded against the wall, each slam echoing louder, drowning out any thought of guilt and restraint.

sunghoon pressed his forehead to yours, sweat beading at his temple. the tip of his nose brushed yours, lips just inches away from one another. “‘m not teasing you, though?” you breathed out, teasing him as you leaned closer to brush your lips against his. kissing—but not entirely.

you’re the kind girl that liked to play with the edge of the flame. it used to drive him crazy back in high school, and it still did now, it seemed.

sunghoon’s grip on you tightened at your innocent tease and he was quick to give you what you wanted—clashing his lips against yours—teeth bumping, mouth messy and impatient. there was no gentleness, no carefulness, just hunger and lust. 

the kiss tasted nostalgic, but mature now. his tongue slid against yours, desperate and missing. even the sound he made was half–groan and moan. sunghoon kissed you like he was trying to go back to his teenage–self, erasing all the problems and the lives that had grown around the two of you. 

“yes you are.” he murmured between the kisses before attaching them again. your fingers twisted in his damp hair, tugging hard enough to make him shudder. oh, sunghoon used to flinch like that in high school too—shy and still learning what he liked. now he only leaned into it, grinding against you like a man starved.

you chuckled, tugging on his strands. sunghoon’s hanging balls slapped against your wet pussy from both your juice and squirt and saliva from the blowjob earlier—moaning into his mouth and revibrating down through his body. “mh, fuck, your cock is sooooo huge…” you whined, pulling onto his bottom lip.

sunghoon’s lip curled into a smirk at the compliment, the kind of arrogant little twist that still made your stomach flutter until now. “yeah?” he rasped, voice thick with pride, teeth grazing your swollen bottom lip before he claimed your mouth again in a bruising kiss. 

he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and burning, half–drunk on the way you got him—you too, cheeks adorably flushed, lips red from making out with him, eyes glassy with eyelashes clumped together from pleasured tears—oh sunghoon’s missed this—”my cock’s huge because your pussy’s too tight…” 

with you, sunghoon felt boyish and eighteen again—except this time, there was no curfew, no sneaking around, no rules… 

except a fiance back home.

——

sooha tossed and turned on yujin’s bed, the sheets tangled around her legs. she never really liked sleeping alone, so when sunghoon said he’d be gone for one night for the reunion, yujin offered her space without a second thought.

her phone sat on the nightstand, screen dim and silent. no new messages… no calls…. she thought about texting him first but she’d already did—did you get back to the hotel okay? are you tired? send me a picture!—but decided against it. 

sunghoon deserved his fun, and she trusted him enough to wait. sooha knew how high–school was one of sunghoon’s best chapters, he always spoke about it with light in his eyes. his old group of friends that he barely had time to see now, last–night snacks at pojangmacha stalls—they were things that shaped him into the man she loved now.

sooha told herself that sunghoon must’ve been tired from his long journey. his back must be aching from sitting upright on the train, legs cramping with the little leg space ktx provides. tomorrow. tomorrow morning, her phone would light up with his sleepy smile, hair mussed from the hotel pillow, and a simple—good morning, love. will reach home in a few hours <3

mmhm! that’s it. there’s nothing to be worried about. for three long years, there wasn’t a single time where sooha had a suspicion that sunghoon was hiding something behind her back! it’s unfair for her to feel this way just because they’re not sharing the bed together for the night. 

she felt so much better reassuring herself with the fact that sunghoon adored her as much as she did—allowing herself to fall asleep for the night. 

tomorrow. he’ll come home tomorrow.

——

“fuck, have you gotten prettier since the last time i saw you?” sunghoon groaned as he tipped his head back against the cold tile, soapy water sloshing violently around your bodies. his shiny chest rose and fell beneath the steam, slick skin gleaming as his hands gripped at your hips like he’s trying to keep you intact.

you moaned aloud as his veiny lengthy cock stretched and slipped out of your pussy. sunghoon used his hands on your hips to guide your body forward then backwards, rotating in a circle—lifting you at the peak only to slam you down on his hard cock. 

you gasped and arched your back, hands flying up to clutch his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his slippery skin. the movement sent another wave of water spilling over the edge of the tub, splattering against the tile floor. “oh fuck! sunghoon! mh—!” 

sunghoon let out a guttural sound at the feel of your walls clenching and tightening around him, head dipping low to mouth at your collarbone, soothing yet another mark with his tongue. he couldn’t stop littering kisses all over your skin—it was addicting. his hands on your hips hold you down, clinging and clamping on his cock, guiding you with a feverish rhythm that made the water churn. 

“god you feel unreal,” he rasped, moving his lips up to your jaw and the corner of your lips. you titled your head to the side just slightly, cunt throbbing and twitching and clenching around sunghoon’s still–hardened cock. how could he still be so hard after cumming twice before—? his energy was feral. did he unlock something primal just by being inside of you again? 

sunghoon’s jaw clenched at your expression—obviously tired and washed out from being pounded just minutes before. he promised a shower just to clean up, only to have another session of fucking in the bathroom. his throat bobbed as he groaned into the crook of your neck. “don’t… don’t pass out on me now,” he panted, though his hips never slowed.

you groaned but nodded, lolling your head around. his tip brushed and slammed the door of your womb and it only made you want to go faster. sunghoon’s hips thrust forward, quickening his pace. “we have the whole night to ourselves.” he continued, watching as your pretty, soapy, glossy tits bounced with every pounding.

“oh god babe, i—” you stuttered, brain sloshy as moans and wet sex sounds echoed against the bathroom tiles and back in your ears. you could only moan and cry out in pleasure, unable to form a proper sentence—there wasn’t enough air for two. your mind was clouded and all you could think about was how you were back again with sunghoon and nothing else. 

“fuck—do you hear that? listen to how wet and soaked your pussy is…” sunghoon muttered, glancing down underneath the clear soapy water to see your two bodies joined—your pussy being lifted, showing his cock, only to swallow all of it deep inside you once again. and it repeated. 

shaking your head out of embarrassment, you leaned back, palms gripping the porcelain on either side of the tub for balance. the angle forced your chest up, and lust immediately started circling in his eyes.

“fuck… how’d i live without you all this while…” he hissed, water dripping from his dark hair onto his skin as he watched you guide and manuevered yourself on his cock like a joystick. his hands slid up your thighs to spread you wider under the churning water, the tension in his jaw betraying how close he was to the edge despite his stamina. 

you were fucking gorgeous. wet hair sticking on your face and neck, flushed face, as you tugged on your bottom lip to suppress moanings—tits glossy from the bathroom light above—sunghoon slid his hands up to your tits to squeeze and tug onto your perky nipples, moving and circling them around with a low chuckle.

“like what you’re seeing?” you meeked, raising your hips together then lowering it on his massive cock, stretching your entrance. the sound of skin slapping filled the space. you ride him harder until sunghoon gasped and moans falling like dominos. 

sunghoon nodded and cursed—fuck yes—, chest rose and fell with deep breaths as you clenched around his cock, meeting his thrusts. the way sunghoon’s cock dragged against your velvety walls only drove you to ride him harder and faster—water sloshing and falling on the sides like a waterfall. 

“i’m losing my fucking mind,” he murmured, dragging his nails against your plushy flesh, squeezing and fondling them like squishies. your movements alone weren’t enough—sunghoon jerked his hips, lifting his pelvis in sync with yours, hitting all that sweet, spongy spots deep in your wet cunt.

as both movements grew more needy, you sped your motion, riding him harder. your body trembled from the strain, from the heat coiled in your tummy. sunghoon’s head tipped back, throat bared, broken groans tearing from his chest as his hands dug into your waist as he chased his high. 

“shit—baby, love, fuck—” his words broke apart, the rhythm of his hips frantic and desperate. the tub almost rocking beneath your joined weight, both of you clinging to that last sliver of self–control. 

“cummin’, cumming, cumming—! hoonie!” 

sunghoon cursed out loud as he spilled his hot, thick semen deep inside you. they shot out like ropes straight into your womb. your walls spasmed around his throbbing length as you milked him—every drop of his cum was yours. 

“fuck, fuck—” he groaned, jerking his hips upward. sunghoon’s eyes locked on yours, canines dragging his bottom lip. water slid down your pretty body. “touch yourself,” he hissed, swallowing the lump in his throat. “touch yourself baby. rub that pretty clit for me, do it.”

obeying, you couldn’t think straight anyway as you shakily slid your hand down your tummy—between your bodies—trembling fingers found that swollen, flushed pea of nerves. your fingerpad brushed against your clit—and you shivered.

“mh—hoonie, fuck, ‘m so… overstimulated…” you cried out, thighs clamping around your own hand. you rubbed your clit with your back arched, shivering and quivering above sunghoon. with how you were looking—sunghoon couldn’t himself but slammed up into you again as you rubbed your tired pussy.

eliciting a cry out of you, your body jerked up—the heat of his semen contradicting the cold of the bath water. “my pretty girl,” he panted, grinding and using your inside for his cock to seek warmth and plant his seed further up. “have i told you i miss you?” 

you chuckled and rolled your eyes, moving your hands up to wrap around his neck—with his cock still buried inside. “so many times tonight.” with a soft sigh, sunghoon pulled you against his chest, your cheek resting against it. 

his arms wrapped around you as though the steam–filled bathroom wasn’t sweltering. the water had long slipped over the tub, soaking into towels abandoned on the floor that neither of you were bothered enough to clean up.

sunghoon stroked your damp hair back lovingly, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, murmuring something low and incoherent against your skin. 

it was easy to pretend. to forget the seoul city waiting, his sooha who trusted him enough not to call, the ring that sat in a velvet box back in their shared apartment. here, in busan, there was only the breathing and the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek—his first girl.

“so… can we actually take a shower now?” 

sunghoon chuckled, lifting your head up to plant a kiss on your cheek. “if i can get this cock soft—maybe, mmhm.” the way your perky nipples rubbed against his’ wasn’t helping though.

——

“he still hasn’t texted you yet?” yujin asked, squinting at sooha over her mug of coffee, hair tied messily in a bun on top of her head. it was the next morning, then. 10 in the morning to be precise. the streaks of sunlight painted yujin’s carpet in uneven stripes. 

despite the air smelling like calm coffee and lavender detergent, none of it was enough to settle the slowly growing restlessness in sooha’s stomach. 

“uh,” she sat cross–legged on the couch, still in her sweatshirt, sleeves halfway over her hands. the blanket yujin had tossed over her earlier still pooled at her hips. “no…” sooha admitted softly, fingers curling around the blanket. her throat felt tight. “not yet.”

yujin hummed, setting her mug down. “weird. isn’t he the type to always keep you updated?”

her phone sat on the coffee table, the black screen like an unblinking eye staring back at her. when sooha woke up earlier this morning, she received no notification from her fiance. that wasn’t something she expected. she tried to ignore it—but after three years of living a life with sunghoon, it was hard to adjust without him. 

sooha forced a smile, eyes drifting briefly to her phone. “yeah,” she hummed, shrugging as if it didn’t bother her. “he probably drank too much and crashed at heeseung’s. i don’t wanna overthink it.” 

but the truth was—she’d already done nothing but overthink. lying awake from seven in the morning, tossing and turning, imagining him laughing with people she’d never met (except his group of friends). sooha wondered if it was better to tell sunghoon not to go when he insisted on not going… but she didn’t want to be that kind of fiance.

the insecure one.

yujin noticed, her eyes softening as she took in sooha’s hunched shoulders and bitten lip. “hey,” she called out, resting her chin atop the heel of her palm. “if you’re this worried, why don’t you just call him?”

sooha’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “what? no. he’ll think i’m clingy or something…”

the friend tilted her head, looking at her almost weird. “no, he won’t. he’ll just think you miss him! which, news flash, you do,” yujin shrugged, brushing her hair back between her fingers. “you’re literally his future wife. sunghoon’s in love with you and you’re in love with him. why wouldn’t you be worried? what if something happens?” 

sooha pursed her lips, biting the inside of her cheek. the silence stretched, filled only with the hum of noise outside and the tv in the background. sooha’s fingers twitched in her lap, itching—before she reached to grab her phone. 

“hm, you’re probably right. he’s supposed to want me to worry about him,”

it’s probably nothing, right?

——

“so sexy,” sunghoon groaned as he spreaded your asscheeks apart, squeezing the flesh before leaning in to attach his lips on your pussy lips—like it’s the one above. his tongue darted out to lick at your needy, already growing wet cunt, dripping down your inner thighs. 

your lips parted in a soft gasp, fingers curling the bedsheet beneath. your breath hitched as his warm lips met your cold skin, hot breath fanning over the wetness. “mhm,” sunghoon moaned, licking long strips between your folds, his mouth catching and sucking on it. 

you tasted so sweet, pussy flushed and red from the whole night of fucking with only short breaks in between. after so long—sunghoon truly couldn’t get enough of you. he thought he’d moved on after years of not hearing anything about you, but at the end of the day, sunghoon was just a man. and you were just the first girl who made him feel everything. changed the trajectory of his life.

it’s inevitable. he wished to devour and have you all night long if he could, but you’d probably die had that happened. 

you moaned into the fabric, feeling the way his tongue tickling with kitten licks along your entrance. not entering, just teasing. you slowly rubbed your hips against his face, feeling his sharp nose along your pussy as he sucked on your luscious skin. sunghoon dove in, running his tongue up and down before flicking at your clit. 

“ah, fuck—hoonie, don’t—don’t tease me please,” you gasped, hips twitching instinctively, almost snapping shut before his strong hands pinned them in place. the sound of your own breath ricocheted in the hotel room desperate. 

sunghoon lifted his head just enough, lips glistening with that cocky little smirk on his handsome face. “how can i not?” he chuckled lowly before leaning down to kiss your pussy, sucking on it like it’s dessert. “you look so cute when i tease you.” he continued, low voice vibrating against your wet and hot cunt—sending shivers up your spine.

you groaned, arching your back a little in which sunghoon took that as an opportunity to give your ass a light smack and a squeeze. he plunged his tongue into your throbbing hole, spreading the entrance with it, nose pressed against your perineum. “oh my god, baby,” you gasped. 

he was practically shoving his face further into your needy, soaking pussy, fingers splayed across your flesh to spread you more. sunghoon moaned against your cunt, tongue twirling and swirling inside. instinctively, you grinded yourself onto his face as sunghoon thrusted his tongue back and forth inside of you like it’s his cock. 

a pussy this good deserved to be felt by his other body parts too. he done gave your pussy a good fucking from his cock, fingers, now back to his mouth. 

you sounded so cute whimpering and whining like you used to and it was because of him—a melody sunghoon loved more than anything. he ate you out like his last meal, sweet juices soaked on his face but he couldn’t give a shit.

“fuck, mm—you taste so yummy, babe,” he moaned, pushing his face further into your sopping wet pussy. you nuzzled into the sheet shyly, a soft scream escaped your lips. it was too much to handle—sunghoon was drawing out letters inside your pussy—something a cock couldn’t do! he didn’t stop his sucking and licking when he felt you were reaching your limit, advantaging his way through your pleasure and overstimulation. 

his grip tightened and he delivered another smack on your asscheeks when he felt you slipping away. “hoonie, ‘m cumming, uh—oh god,” you gasped, biting the white covers as continued grinding your hips along his face. 

sunghoon nodded and started sucking your pussy faster—messier—the tip of his tongue would flick your clit, circling it as he knew that’s where you get sensitive the most. you whimpered—then you felt it—that familiar sudden gush of warm fluid squirting out and down your thighs. the sheer intensity of sunghoon’s mouth triggered the release. 

“sunghoon!” you cried out, jerking your body forward only to be pulled back by him against his face. he moaned at the sensation, keeping his lips intact on your pussy as he drank it down his throat. “hngh, on my tongue babe, c’mon,” he rasped, tongue laid flat against the surface, palms squeezing and fondling your ass.

the sound of his gulping and wet sucking and slurping your sloppy messy cunt drowned out your thoughts and moans. juices trailed down along his sharp jawline and throat as sunghoon devoured, licking strides between your folds like he’s scooping all that’s left.

only after he was satisfied that he pulled back with a grunt, lips shiny, chin damp. he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, but the smirk stayed. with you, he felt like he was a teenager all over again. 

you… truly brought out the version sunghoon loved that he couldn’t find when he’s with sooha.

“so fucking sweet,” he muttered, voice hoarse, pupils blown as he looked at you. the sight of your embarrassed face after having him gulping down your squirt, chest heaving, and thighs trembling seemed to do it for him.

you tried to catch your breath, but your pulse was a runaway train. sunghoon was a sex manic. heat radiated off your skin, and with that hungry gaze on you—you felt wanted again—that made you want to forget everything outside the room. 

smirking to yourself, you sank back into the mattress, the sheets cool against your flushed skin. slowly, deliberately, you stretched out on your back, arms loose at your sides, legs shifting apart in a silent invitation. 

one of your hands crept lower, teasing yourself in a way that was more playful than desperate. your finger lingered just long enough on your pussy that when you pulled back from your entrance, a glisten caught the dim light of the room—how much you wanted him.

“well,” you breathed out, smiling innocently as you ran your hand over your pussy, using your two fingers to spread your hole—twitching. “what are you waiting for?” 

sunghoon froze, chest rising and falling like he’d just been punched with the sight. you were inviting him—his first love, all displayed on a gold platter for him to roister. you didn’t need to say twice—his jaw clenched, a strangled groan slipping past his lips as he dragged a hand through his hair. 

his cock throbbed in the air, precum already leaking and hanging from his mushroom tip. sunghoon felt it—swore it grew hornier at the sight of where he’ll be burying his cock in. fuck, weren’t you a slutty little tease? he’s so fucking horny for you it’s embarassing. sunghoon’s never felt this way—was this why people cheat? because of this feeling?

“you’re killing me,” he murmured.

the smirk tugging at your lips only grew, satisfaction curling in your chest at how undone he looked because of you. he wrapped his hand around your ankle to pull you underneath him. 

you made your bed, now lie in it.

sunghoon fucked you like he didn’t pound your pussy all night that morning—in various positions, with blowjobs and pussy eating and making out in betweens—it felt like you first reconciled with him. he took you on the sofa, on the television console, on the vanity—now the two of you were on bed again, with sunghoon above you.

“fuck, fuck, how are you still so fucking tight?” he groaned. sunghoon’s breath came in ragged bursts, every word shuddering out of him like he was unraveling with each second. his grip on your waist tightened, almost desperate like he didn’t want to be apart from you for a second. 

you could only cling back, nails skimming the back of sunghoon’s hands. “ah—ah, hngh—more, more! fuck me harder with that cock, hoonie!” you moaned like a whore, tits bouncing up and down as sunghoon rammed you brutal. 

the sound of the bed creaking filled the room—didn’t need to say again, sunghoon slammed his hips against yours, arching your back as he did so a couple of times. he’d pull back his length, only to ram it all the way inside of you. letting your walls feel every veins of his dick.  his huge, veiny cock dragging along your velvety gummy walls as he thrusted back in sharply.

“yeah—? did you miss me, babe? back then you couldn’t even take me whole—” sunghoon chuckled, gathering saliva inside his mouth before spitting a drool on your pussy where his cock slid back and forth. it broke and slid down between your pussy lips before being mixed and pushed inside your cunt. you giggled, rolling your eyes back. 

“mhm—uh huh, i can take all of you now~” you gasped as the tip of his cock slammed up and jerked your body upward. sunghoon pulled you back with his hands on your hips. you intertwined both your and his hands together, giving it a light squeeze. “yeah—because you’re such a big girl now.”

locking eyes with him, you licked your lips before tugging onto your bottom lip. “then, should we date again, hm?” you giggled, batting your eyelashes prettily up his way. “do you wanna be my first boyfriend again?”

sunghoon froze above you, his pupils blown wide, breath stuttering in his throat. for a moment, he saw the version of himself and you when the two of you were together in high school—but it vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by the adult, engaged man who knew exactly what he was doing.

his jaw flexed, lips parting like he might laugh, but nothing came out. instead, sunghoon dipped his head lower, mouth brushing sensually your ear. “don’t play with me like that, baby,” he rasped, voice breaking. “you know i never stopped wanting you.”  

with that, sunghoon started slamming into you harder and deeper. your inner walls clamping down on his cock in pulsing waves. sunghoon captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your giggles. he gave your hands a little squeeze. 

“oh, hoonie—there! right there!” you gasped, thighs clamped around his hips for any closure left. sunghoon’s relentless thrusts hitting your g-spot without mercy. “uh huh, over here baby?” he smirked, using your cries to his advantage to make you feel good.

you nodded eagerly, it’s hard to think rationally when your brain’s all sloshy and fucked up. the orgasm crashed over you like a wave—with an arch of your back, your tight pussy clamped around him, releasing.

“ah fuck, i’m cumming, yn!” sunghoon, too—with one final ram—you felt his hips stuttered as his cock violently pulsed out milk deep inside of you in thick spurts. sunghoon slowly collapsed onto you, not putting full weight pressure, but just comforting enough. 

the scent of sex and sweat and cologne hung heavy in the air. sunghoon shifted with a small groan, dragging a hand over his face before rolling onto the side. 

you were—again—out cold, cheek pressed against his bare chest, breathing soft and even. your bodies together slicked against one another but he didn’t feel disgusted… just connected again. nostalgic. 

like how the two of you were in high school, sunghoon’s arm found its way around you without thinking, pulling you into a cuddle. he pulled the cover to cover your bodies, snuggling you against his warm chest. you smelled a lot like him and less like how you did when he saw you again at the restaurant.

the room was quiet save for soft breathing. sunghoon felt his eyelids drooping too from watching how peaceful you slumbered. and just as he was about to shut his eyes—his phone buzzed violently against the night stand next to him. next to it, his ring shone where he'd placed yesterday.

the sound made his stomach clench. he reached for it, careful not to wake you up, and the screen lit up with her name.

sooha baby ❤️ incoming call

ah, fuck. he’s back being an adult with real problems.  

——

sunghooney 💘 : i didn’t notice sorry

sunghooney 💘: someone offered to drive me home to seoul but tomorrow :/ so i’ll have to spend the night here 

sunghooney 💘: sorry for worrying u ;( i’ll see u tmrw ily

Her eyes were squeezed shut, lost in a whirlwind of intoxicating pleasure that seemed to overpower the fog of the alcohol coursing through her veins. Every thrust from Jaewook, a name that sent tremors of excitement through her core, resonated deep within her, igniting a fiery need she had never before experienced. Her mind was a haze of desire, and she couldn't bring herself to care about the consequences of her actions. All she knew was the exhilarating feeling of his hardness filling her up, claiming her in a way she had only ever dreamt of.

Suddenly, his words grew more potent, more provocative, as he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You're such a dirty, little slut, Karina, taking it like this," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Cheating on that pathetic excuse of a boyfriend of yours, letting me fuck you like this. Tell me, baby, how much you like being a whore for me."

Her eyes snapped open at the harshness of his words, the stark reality of their situation slapping her like a wet towel. Yet, instead of repulsion, a strange thrill shot through her, her body responding with renewed vigor to the degradation. She moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure, "Oh, I do. I love it, Jaewook. I love being your little slut."

He smirked, his eyes gleaming in the semi-darkness as he watched her face contort with every thrust. The way she whispered those words, so filled with want and need, made him feel like a god, like he owned every inch of her. He picked up the pace, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back. "That's it, slut, take it all. Take every inch of me, like the greedy whore you are."

Karina's body trembled, her eyes fluttering closed again as she succumbed to the delicious waves of pleasure that crashed over her. She felt so alive, so wanted in this moment, that the guilt was a distant memory. The filthy words he spat into her ear only served to amplify her arousal, turning her into a creature of pure, unbridled passion.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she urged him deeper, faster. "Yes, yes, like that," she panted. "Tell me how much of a slut I am."

Jaewook's grip tightened, his own arousal reaching a peak. "You're a fucking whore, Karina," he groaned, his strokes growing erratic. "A beautiful, greedy whore who's going to scream my name when she comes."

Her nails dug into his skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I will, I will," she promised, her voice breaking.

The car rocked with the intensity of their union, the sounds of their bodies slapping together and their muffled cries of pleasure echoing in the quiet night air. It was a symphony of lust, a dance of deception and desire that neither of them wanted to end.

Suddenly, Jaewook's hands moved to her chest, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts. He squeezed them harshly, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, the sensation a delicious blend of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through her body. Karina's eyes rolled back in her head, a pained moan escaping her lips as she arched her back, offering herself to him completely. His touch was rough, demanding, a stark contrast to the gentle caresses she had grown accustomed to from her boyfriend. But in this moment, with this man, she craved the raw, primal passion that he brought out in her.

Her body responded to his every move, her hips rising to meet his, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft. The pain in her breasts only served to heighten her arousal, her clit swelling and pulsing with each twist and pinch of her sensitive nipples. She could feel the heat building inside her, her orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

And then, the shrill ring of a phone pierced the air, a jarring reminder of the world outside their bubble of passion. It was her phone, the one that had been buried in the depths of her purse, forgotten amidst the haze of lust. For a moment, the ringtone seemed almost comical, a mundane intrusion in their clandestine paradise. But it was her boyfriend's ringtone, the one she had set herself, the one that signaled the mundane, the safe, the familiar.

But neither she nor Jaewook even bothered to look. The phone was a distant afterthought, a mere annoyance that could wait. The only thing that mattered was the here and now, the exquisite friction of their bodies and the symphony of their shared passion. The ringtone grew louder, more insistent, but it was lost in the cacophony of their breaths and grunts.

With a final, savage thrust, Jaewook reached his peak, his body tensing as he released himself inside her. Karina's walls tightened around him, milking him for every last drop as she too reached the pinnacle of pleasure, her scream muffled by the hand he had clamped over her mouth. Her orgasm washed over her, a tidal wave that left her trembling and weak, her body spasming with the intensity of it all.

The phone continued to ring, a persistent buzz that grew fainter as her own cries of ecstasy filled the car. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her, but the guilt was drowned out by the heady mix of pleasure and adrenaline coursing through her veins.

When the ringing finally ceased, there was a brief pause in their frenzied movements. They stared at each other, their chests heaving, their eyes wild with desire. Without a word, they both knew that this was a line they had crossed, a point of no return. The silence was deafening, the only sounds in the car their heavy breaths and the quiet throb of their hearts.

Jaewook leaned in, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was as fierce as it was possessive. His tongue delved deep, claiming her, marking her as his own. She kissed him back with equal fervor, her body still quaking from the aftershocks of their shared climax.

They pulled away, their breaths mingling in the steamy air. Karina's eyes searched his, looking for something, anything, to explain why she felt so alive, so alive in the arms of a man who was not her boyfriend. But all she found was a mirror to her own need, a reflection of the lust that had taken them both over the edge.

The phone began to ring again, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. This time, the ringtone seemed more ominous, a harbinger of the consequences that awaited her outside the car. But even as the fear began to seep in, she knew that she wouldn't answer. Not yet. Not until she had basked in the glow of her betrayal, not until she had fully enjoyed the illicit thrill of being a slut for Jaewook.

He leaned back in his seat, his cock still buried deep within her, and grabbed her chin. "Let it ring," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "This is our time, baby. Our dirty little secret."

"Eunb-ssi, your history with Waterbomb is undeniable," Mr. Park begins, adjusting his glasses, his tone clipped. "But last year's performance was too much. Too vulgar. We're moving toward new faces."

Eunbi's lips curl into a confident smirk. She leans back in her chair, her tight black blazer accentuating her massive boobs, her low-cut top revealing deep cleavage.

"Vulgar?" she says, smooth but sharp.

"You mean iconic? My fancams crashed the internet. You're telling me Waterbomb doesn't want that heat?" She crosses her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs, drawing Mr. Kim's gaze.

Mr. Kim, younger and less composed, shifts in his seat. "We're aiming for family-friendly now," he says, his voice wavering. "Your... outfits, the choreography... it was too explicit."

Eunbi laughs, low and sultry, standing to pace the room, her hips swaying. "Family-friendly? Waterbomb don't need that. Waterbomb is about water, sweat, and desire. I'm your biggest draw."

She leans over the table, her boobs nearly spilling out, locking eyes with Mr. Park, "You want numbers? My set doubled your engagement last year. You want a queen? I'll show you vulgar."

Mr. Park clears his throat, his face flushing, "We need to maintain an image..."

"Image?" Eunbi cuts in, unbuttoning her blazer, letting it fall to reveal her crop top, her boobs straining against the fabric, nipples faintly visible. "Let's negotiate. I'll show you what makes Waterbomb unforgettable."

She steps closer to Mr. Park, her perfume, jasmine and musk, filling the air, her hand brushing his shoulder. Mr. Kim's eyes widen, but he doesn't look away.

"Eunbi-ssi, this is inappropriate," Mr. Park says, but his voice lacks conviction, his eyes on her cleavage. She smirks, knowing she's got him.

"Inappropriate?" she purrs, moving to Mr. Kim, leaning down, her boobs inches from his face. "Or effective?" She pours water from a bottle on the table over her chest, the liquid soaking her crop top, making it cling to her boobs, her nipples hard and clear.

"This is Waterbomb," she says, her voice low, turning to straddle Mr. Park's lap, her skirt hiking up, revealing black lace panties. "You want bold? I'll give you bold."

Mr. Park's hands hover, then grip her hips, his professionalism crumbling, "Eunbi-ssi, we can't..." he starts, but she grinds against him, feeling his cock harden through his pants. "Fuck," he mutters, his hands tightening.

She laughs, sliding off him to face Mr. Kim, who's already unzipping his pants, his cock rock-hard. "You, too?" she teases, kneeling, pulling his pants down, her lips wrapping around his cock, sucking slow and deep.

"Goddamn, Eunbi," he groans, his hands in her hair, thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue swirls, her lips tight, moaning around him, her eyes locked on his.

Mr. Park stands, unzipping, his cock springing free. Eunbi pulls back from Mr. Kim, smirking, and tugs her crop top off, her black bra barely containing her boobs. She unhooks it, letting her massive boobs spill out, her nipples hard. "Come on, Mr. Park," she says, grabbing his cock, stroking fast, her hand slick with precum.

She leans forward, pressing her boobs around Mr. Kim's cock, giving him a titjob, her soft flesh enveloping him. "Fuck, that's good," Mr. Kim moans, thrusting between her boobs, his cum leaking onto her chest.

Eunbi stands, pushing her skirt and panties down, revealing her wet, plump pussy, the musky scent filling the room. "Who's first?" she says, bending over the table, her ass up, her boobs pressed against the glass.

Mr. Park moves behind her, his cock sliding into her pussy, tight and hot, making her moan. "Fuck, yes," she gasps, her hips rocking back, meeting his thrusts. Mr. Kim steps forward, and she takes his cock in her mouth again, sucking hard, her moans muffled as Mr. Park pounds her doggy-style.

"God, you're tight," Mr. Park groans, his hands gripping her hips, slamming deeper, her boobs bouncing wildly.

Mr. Kim thrusts into her mouth, his cock hitting her throat, her saliva dripping. She pulls back, stroking Mr. Kim, her eyes dark with lust.

"Cum in me, Mr. Park," she demand.

"Fuck..." Mr. Park groaning as his cum spills inside her pussy, dripping down her thighs.

Mr. Kim's close, and she kneels, sucking him faster, her hand stroking his balls. "Cum on my face," she says, and he does, his release coating her lips and chin, dripping onto her boobs.

She licks her lips, smirking, standing to face them, cum dripping from her pussy and face.

"That's vulgar," she says, wiping her chin. "And that's your Waterbomb Queen. Put me on that stage."

Mr. Park, panting, nods. "You're in," he says, his voice hoarse. Mr. Kim, still dazed, agrees. "No one else comes close."

Two weeks later, Eunbi takes the Waterbomb stage in a red top, white bra and shorts jeans, water soaking her skin, her boobs bouncing with every sensual grind. The crowd roars, fancams capturing her every move, and "Eunbi Waterbomb Queen" trends worldwide, ticket sales soaring.

Bonus

The buzz from Waterbomb Seoul 2025 still lingers in the air

Kwon Eunbi, come into the modern office of the festival's production team. The "Waterbomb Queen" had reclaimed her throne a week ago, trended worldwide, proving her point after a tense negotiation with producers Mr. Park and Mr. Kim, where she'd fucked them both to secure her spot, turning their rejection into a win.

Now, she's back in their glass-walled meeting room, summoned for a "bonus" for blowing up the festival, her confidence unshaken, her curves accentuated by a tight black dress that hugs her body, her cleavage on display, her short bob hair cling to her shoulders.

Mr. Park, mid-40s, adjusts his glasses, his face flushed as he slides an envelope across the table. "Eunbi-ssi, your performance was phenomenal," he says, his tone professional but strained, his eyes flickering to her chest. "The festival's success was largely due to you. Here's a bonus for your impact."

Mr. Kim, younger and less composed, nods, his gaze lingering on her thighs as she crosses her legs. "You expected the expectations," he adds, his voice tight. "SNS metrics are through the roof."

Eunbi opens the envelope, her eyes scanning the check... $10.000, a decent sum but far less than she expected for single-handedly blowing up Waterbomb.

Her lips curl into a familiar smirk, her eyes glinting with defiance., "This?" she says, tossing the envelope onto the table, her voice smooth but edged.

"You call this a bonus for making your festival the talk of the world? My fancams crashed servers. I made Waterbomb." She leans forward, her boobs pressing against the table, her dress riding up slightly. "I expected more."

Mr. Park clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "It's a generous amount, Eunbi-ssi. We have budget constraints..."

"Constraints?" she cuts in, standing, her hips swaying as she paces, her dress clinging to her curves. "I doubled your engagement. Sold out your tickets. You want to talk constraints, let's talk about how I negotiated my way onto that stage."

She glances at Mr. Kim, whose face reddens. "I showed you vulgar," she says, her voice sultry, "and it worked. Now, let's negotiate a proper bonus."

Mr. Kim, who's been silent, frowns. "Eunbi-ssi, this is unprofessional,” he says, but his eyes darting to Eunbi's cleavage. Eunbi laughs, low and teasing, stepping closer to him.

"Unprofessional?" she purrs, unbuttoning her dress slowly, revealing a red lace bra that barely contains her massive boobs, her nipples faintly visible. "You loved my unprofessional last time." She lets the dress fall, stepping out in her bra and matching red panties, her skin glowing under the office lights. "You want to reward your queen? Let's make it worth my time."

Mr. Kim's breath hitches, his professionalism crumbling. "Eunbi-ssi, we can't..." he starts, but she straddles his lap, her boobs brushing his chest, her hips grinding against his hardening cock. "Fuck," he mutters, his hands instinctively gripping her hips.

Mr. Park's already unzipping his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Eunbi smirks, sliding off Mr. Kim to kneel before Mr. Park, her lips wrapping around his cock, sucking slow and deep, her tongue swirling, her eyes locked on his.

"Goddamn, Eunbi," he groans, his hands tangling in her hair, thrusting into her mouth, her moans vibrating around him.

She pulls back, stroking Mr. Park's cock, her hand slick with saliva and precum, and turns to Mr. Kim.

“Your turn,” she says, tugging his pants down, freeing his cock, and taking him into her mouth, sucking hard, her lips tight, her tongue teasing the tip. Mr. Kim groans, his hands gripping the chair, his cock throbbing as she alternates, sucking one, stroking the other, her boobs bouncing with every move.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Mr. Kim mutters, his eyes on her boobs.

She laughs, standing to peel off her panties, revealing her wet, plump pussy, the musky scent filling the room. She bends body, her ass up, her boobs swaying free.

"Reward your queen, now," she said husky.

Mr. Kim moves behind her, sliding his cock into her pussy, tight and hot, making her moan loudly. "Yes, fuck me," she gasps, her hips rocking back, meeting his thrusts.

Mr. Park steps forward, and she takes his cock in her mouth again, sucking as Mr. Kim pounds thrusts her, her boobs bouncing wildly, her moans muffled. "God, you're so tight," Mr. Kim groans, slamming deeper, his hands gripping her hips, his cum building.

Eunbi pulls back from Mr. Park, stroking him fast, her eyes dark with lust. "Inside... inside me," she demands.

Mr. Kim comes, "Eunbi-ssi...!" groaning as his release spills inside her, he pulls out his cock, cum dripping down her thighs

"Fuck yes!" Eunbi moans, feeling the warmth inside her pussy.

Park's close too, and she kneels, sucking him harder, her hand stroking his balls. "My boobs, Mr. Park" she says, her voice raw, and he does, his cum coating her massive boobs, dripping over her nipples.

She smirks, wiping her chest, standing to face them, cum dripping from her pussy and boobs. "That's a negotiation," she says, her voice firm. "Now, triple that bonus, or I'll take my talents elsewhere."

Mr. Kim, panting, nods, so as Mr. Park, "Done," he says, his voice hoarse. Mr. Kim, dazed, agrees. "Whatever you want, Eunbi."

She grabs her dress, slipping it on loosely, her bra and panties in hand. "Good. I'm your Waterbomb Queen, and don't forget it." She struts out, leaving them stunned.

Cashback

Eunbi goes into a private rehearsal studio in Seoul's Gangnam district. Her performance a week ago, trending worldwide. Now, fresh off that victory, Eunbi's called her eight male backup dancers to the studio, not for rehearsal, but to reward them for their role in her triumph.

Eunbi stands at the center, her presence commanding in a tight black crop top that barely contains her massive boobs, her nipples poking through, paired with high-waisted leggings that hug her curves. Her short dark hair is hanged there, framing her face.

The dancers, Jun, Moon, Tae, Hyeon, Beom, Kwang, Chan and Seung, all in their mid-20s, toned and still buzzing from the festival's high, form a loose circle around her, their workout clothes damp from an earlier practice.

They're unaware of the full extent of her "bonus" plan, expecting some cash for their flawless performance.

"Guys," Eunbi begins, her voice warm but sultry, a smirk playing on her lips. "You made me look like a queen out there. The lifts, the sync, the energy, you nailed it. Waterbomb's still trending because of us."

She pulls a stack of envelopes from her bag, handing one to each dancer. "A little cash bonus for you all. $2k each. You earned it."

Joon, the lead dancer with a sharp jawline, opens his envelope, his eyes widening at the amount, "Eunbi-ssi, this is huge," he says, the others murmuring agreement, their faces lighting up.

But Eunbi's smirk grows, her eyes scanning them, lingering on their toned bodies. "That's not all," she says, stepping closer, her boobs bouncing slightly, drawing their attention. "You gave me everything on that stage. Now I'm giving you something back. Now you guys do the same." Her voice drops teasing.

"A cashback, let's call it." She peels off her crop top, revealing a red lace bra that strains against her boobs, her skin glowing under the studio lights. The dancers freeze, their eyes locked on her, the air shifting from gratitude to desire.

She kneels in the center of the circle, her hands brushing her hair back, her bra barely holding on, "Come closer," she says, her tone commanding, and they do, their workout pants tenting as they form a tighter circle. "You want your queen? Show me how much."

She unhooks her bra, letting her massive boobs spill free, her nipples hard and dark, the sight eliciting soft groans from the group.

Hyeon, the cockiest, unzips first, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing. "Fuck, Eunbi-ssi," he mutters, stepping forward. She grabs his cock, stroking slow, her hand slick with his precum, her eyes locked on his. "You like that?" she teases, then leans in, taking him into her mouth, sucking deep, her tongue swirling, her lips tight.

Her pussy clenches, already dripping, the thrill of control pushing her close to her first orgasm. The others watch, stroking themselves through their pants, their moans filling the air.

She pulls back, smirking, and moves to Moon, sucking him next, her lips hot and wet, her hand still stroking Hyeon. "Goddamn," Moon groans, his hands in her hair, thrusting gently.

Eunbi alternates, sucking and stroking each dancer, Tae, Seung, Beom, Kwang, Chan, then Jun, her mouth relentless, her hands working two cocks at once, her boobs bouncing with every move. Her pussy throbs, her arousal soaking her leggings, and she rubs her thighs together, chasing her first climax.

"Fuck, you're all so big," she moans, her voice husky, pulling back to catch her breath, her fingers slipping into her leggings, rubbing her clit, pushing herself over the edge. She cums hard, her body shaking, her pussy gushing, a soft moan escaping as she kneels, her skin glistening with sweat.

"More," she demands, standing, peeling off her leggings and panties, revealing her wet, tight pussy, the musky scent driving them wild.

She lies back on a padded mat, legs spread, boobs heaving, her fingers teasing her clit, still sensitive from her first orgasm. "Fuck me, all of you," she says.

Jun steps up first, sliding his cock into her pussy, tight and hot, making her scream, "Yes, fuck!" as he thrusts deep, her boobs bouncing wildly.

Hyeon kneels beside her, pushing his cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around him, her tongue swirling.

Tae and Seung take her hands, guiding them to their cocks, her fingers stroking fast, their precum slicking her palms.

Moon and Beom kneel by her boobs, rubbing their cocks against her nipples, her skin glistening with their precum.

Kwang and Chan stroke themselves, waiting their turn, their eyes locked on her writhing body. Eunbi's pussy clenches around Jun, her second orgasm building fast, her moans muffled by Hyeon's cock.

She cums again, her body convulsing, her pussy squirting slightly, soaking Jun's cock as he groans, thrusting harder.

Jun pulls out, and Tae takes his place, slamming into her pussy, her cum dripping onto the mat. Seung moves to her mouth, fucking her throat, her boobs bouncing with Tae's rough thrusts.

"Fuck, Eunbi-ssi," Seung groans, his cock throbbing as she sucks deep, her hands stroking Beom and Kwang now. Moon kneels, sliding his cock between her massive boobs, tit-fucking her, her nipples hard against his shaft.

Eunbi's pussy spasms, her third orgasm hitting as Tae pounds her, her moans loud, her body shaking, her cum flooding the mat.

"Switch," she gasps, her voice hoarse, pushing Tae out and pulling Chan into her pussy, his cock thick, stretching her, making her scream, "Oh, fuck, yes!" Kwang takes her mouth, his cock sliding deep, her tongue working him. Hyeon and Jun stroke themselves by her boobs, their precum dripping onto her skin.

Eunbi's fingers rub her clit, chasing her fourth orgasm, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around Chan, her moans choked by Kwang's cock. She cums again, her pussy gushing, her boobs bouncing, her skin slick with sweat and precum.

"Cum on me," she commands, kneeling again, her boobs thrust forward, her hands stroking Tae and Seung, her pussy dripping, her body still buzzing from multiple orgasms. "Give your queen a real bonus."

The dancers stroke faster, their cocks surrounding her, and one by one, they cum, Jun's load splashing across her boobs, Moon's hitting her neck, Tae's coating her chest, Seung's dripping onto her nipples, Hyeon's spraying her face, Beom's landing on her cleavage, Kwang's streaking her lips, Chan's pooling in her collarbone.

Their cum mixes, dripping down her massive boobs, her skin glistening, her lips catching a stray drop as she licks it, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Fuck, that's it," she purrs, wiping her boobs with her fingers, licking them clean, her fifth orgasm hitting as she rubs her clit one last time, her pussy pulsing, her body shaking. "That's my cashback."

She stands, grabbing her bra but leaving it off, her leggings discarded, her pussy still dripping. "You're my team," she says, smirking, her voice sultry, her skin glowing with cum and sweat.

"Keep that energy, and we'll dominate Waterbomb again next year."

She struts out, leaving the envelopes and their stunned, panting faces behind, Eunbi not just the Waterbomb Queen, she's their queen, and they know it.

You’re on your knees in front of the mirror, your arms bound behind your back with one of Seungcheol’s belts, your dress bunched up haphazardly around your waist, while your makeup, that you had worked so hard on to make sure it was perfect, is smeared all over your heated face. His cock is buried deep in your throat as he fists your hair and fucks your mouth with zero mercy, all the while he’s got a smirk etched into his face as he observes you.

“You wanted to tease me with that fucking dress?” he growls, eyes locked on yours through the reflection. “Parading around the restaurant and the bar with no fucking panties on? All the while you’re biting your lip like a little whore all night?”

Your reply is nothing but a gagged moan around his cock, leaving him breathless for a moment.

He yanks you off his erection with a wet pop. You gasp for air, drool sliding down your chin. He smears it back across your lips with his thumb messily, chuckling as he does so.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his voice dark and low. “Such a cock-hungry slut that you can’t even breathe without it, huh?”

You nod, desperate. “Please…I want it—I want you…”

He slaps your cheek—not overly hard, but just enough to make your breath catch in your throat. “You don’t get to want things, baby. You gave that up when you decided to act like a fucking brat.”

He drags you by the hair to the bed and throws you face-first into the mattress. You whimper quietly as he spreads your legs roughly, the belt still pinning your wrists together behind your back. Your ass is already sore from the earlier spanking he’d given you.

He doesn’t give you a warning. No glint in his eye, no twitch of his arm; just spits onto your pussy and drives himself into you with one brutal thrust. Your scream is muffled by the sheets as he starts a merciless pace, groaning as he does so.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Seungcheol groans, leaning over your back, one hand becoming tangled in your hair, the other gripping at your hip like a vice. “That’s what a dumb little breeding toy like you gets. Used. Fucked. Filled.”

You whimper at the stretch; he’s thick, deep, and bordering on brutal, and you’re absolutely soaking and clenching, your body is addicted to him even as you shake from the force of it.

“You’re gonna cum on this cock,” he snarls. “Again, and again, and you’re gonna fucking thank me for it.”

He pulls out halfway and slams back in so hard your knees slip forward on the sheets. His belt bites beautifully into the skin of your wrists. You’re a complete mess for him; you’re crying and drooling, even moaning his name like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

And he loves it.

“Look at yourself,” he pants, gripping mindlessly at your throat and yanking you up, forcing your eyes to the mirror. “Fucking look. This is what you wanted, right? Getting ruined? Getting bred like a filthy little cumdump?”

You can see it so clearly now. Your own eyes, glazed and teary. Your makeup is utterly and completely ruined beyond salvaging. The way his cock disappears into your soaked pussy, over and over, your body twitching from overstimulation.

You’re beautiful. Broken. His.

“Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” you sob. “It’s yours…please, please-”

He slaps your ass and cuts off your sentence, the crack echoing through the room. “Damn right it is. And I’m not stopping until you’re dripping my cum for days.”

The first orgasm slams into you like a freight train. You scream, shaking under him, your walls pulsing so hard that you nearly black out from the pleasure alone.

He doesn’t stop. Oh no, he just fucks you harder.

“That’s it. Keep squeezing my cock. You want to be a little fucktoy? Then take it.”

You cum again before you’ve even come down from your first high. You’re sobbing now from the intensity, head falling forward, thighs trembling.

But he’s not done.

He pulls out of you only long enough to flip you onto your back, arms still tied, your body wrecked and soaked. Then, he grabs onto your ankles, pushes your knees up to your chest, and pounds into you like he wants to rearrange your guts.

“You think I’m done with you?” he pants, sweat dripping from his gloriously chiselled jaw. “You don’t get to tap out, baby. Not until this pussy’s leaking and wrecked.”

Your body arches, not just from his actions, but also his words. It’s too much, everything is too much; it’s perfect.

When you start sobbing from pleasure again, he slows his pace, not out of mercy, but out of sheer cruelty. He grinds his hips into you slowly now, deep, torturously slow, rolling his hips stupidly slow to make you feel every thick inch of him.

“Yeah, cry for me,” he whispers, cupping your cheek. “My perfect little slut. My hole to breed.”

And then, with a snarl and a quick thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard—hot and endless, pulsing inside you. You feel it flood your cunt. You feel it stay.

He keeps you there, his cock still inside you, not letting it spill out.

“Keep it in,” he growls. “You don’t get to waste a drop.”

You're shaking, twitching, and barely breathing at this point. You are completely spent. He finally unties your wrists, relief flooding through your arms as you begin to regain feeling in them, and pulls you close.

“Shhh, you did so good,” he whispers, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead, lips kissing your temple. “Took everything like my perfect little cumslut.”

You whimper, weakly nuzzling into him. “I want more,” you whisper, wrecked.

He chuckles darkly.

“Oh, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

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You’re still twitching.

You’re still flat on your back, legs splayed open, his cum slowly leaking from your overstretched pussy onto the filthy white sheets.

The room smells like sex—filthy sex. Your mascara is streaked down your cheeks, your lips swollen from biting them, your thighs red and slightly stinging from his hands. You’re wrecked.  And he’s watching you with that same dark, unrelenting hunger. That same look that has that familiar warmth pooling in your abdomen and your thighs twitching with want.

“Look at this mess,” Seungcheol murmurs, dragging a thumb through the slick trail of cum between your legs. “All of that, and you’re still not satisfied?”

You whimper, body flinching from the contact; you’re still far too sensitive, too raw, and yet your hips tilt up toward his hand unconsciously.

He smiles, slow and mean.

“Greedy little slut.”

You blink up at him, dazed, fucked-out, voice barely there and unrecognisable to you when you did speak. “Need more.”

“You need more?” he echoes, sharp and condescendingly, his cock already hard again in his fist, still glistening from the last round. “You’re dripping, baby. You’re full of me.”

You moan softly, back arching, thighs trembling.

He climbs onto the bed, settles between your legs again, and lines himself up again. “No begging this time,” he says, cockiness filling his raspy voice. “You already gave me permission.”

Then he pushes himself into you. You scream into the pillow he shoves over your mouth, muffling the sound as he sinks into your ruined hole, stretching you out all over again.

“Fuck, you’re still so fucking tight,” he groans. “Even after all that. Like this pussy was made to be used and fucked relentlessly.”

You squirm under him, your weak hands gripping the sheets, nails tearing at them, your mind shattering from the stretch. It’s too much, but you don’t want him to stop. Not ever.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, grabbing your throat and making you look at him. “Take it. Take it all. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be my little cumdump.”

You nod, tears streaming freely down your cheeks. “Y-yes, sir.”

He spits in your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You do so, without hesitation.

He rewards you with a brutal thrust, then another—deep, sharp, unrelenting.

“You’re fucking addicted,” he growls, fucking you like he’s possessed. “To my cock. To being used. I could ruin you, and you thank me for it.”

You’re crying again, the cries are loud and desperate, and you’re even more soaked than you thought possible, practically begging him and babbling complete nonsense between moans.

“Please…please don’t stop, oh god, I can’t…I’m gonna-!”

“Then fucking cum,” he snarls. “Cum while I fuck another load into you. Show me how much this pussy needs to be bred.”

Your body obeys before your mind can catch up. You explode around him, convulsing so hard your legs go numb. Your scream is lost in the pillow. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release, slapping your ass hard when you whimper too much.

“You’re crying like you don’t love it,” he pants, his cock pulsing inside you. “But you do, don’t you? My perfect little slut.”

“Yes,” you sob. “I’m yours, and so is this pussy, forever and always”

Then he cums, burying himself deep and spilling another thick load inside you. Your body spasms, feeling it flood your cunt yet again, mixing with the last one. It's obscene. It's perfect.

And still… he doesn’t pull out. He stays there, inside you, his toned chest heaving with each breath, his hand stroking your cheek.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, slowly rolling his hips. “All that cum inside you?”

You nod, barely conscious. Just raw nerves and need.

“You’re gonna hold it,” he says. “Gonna sleep with it still inside.”

You tremble, fucked into obedience. Seungcheol finally lies down beside you, pulling you onto his chest, still fully sheathed in your throbbing, overstimulated hole.

You don’t even have words. Just breathless, broken whimpers.

He kisses your hair.

“Still want to act like a brat, baby?”

You shake your head slowly.

He chuckles. “Good girl.”

There's a slight pause. Then…

“…But if you do, just know—I love punishing you.”

And from the way your ruined hips roll forward just the slightest bit, still greedy for his touch and his cum, he knows you’re already planning your next mistake.

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The morning light is barely creeping through the blinds when you feel it. A familiar warmth pressed against your back, a familiar scent, the soft hum of Seungcheol’s breathing in your ear.

And then, his hand moves.

Your body is still trembling from last night’s punishment, but he’s already got you right where he wants you, his cock buried deep inside your pussy, soft and hard at the same time, like he never wants to let you go. He doesn’t.

You’re still too sensitive from everything he’s already done to you, your body still aching from the lightly forming bruises, your mind half-drowned in what he’s made you feel. And yet, your hips instinctively roll back toward him again, seeking the warmth of his body, the pressure of his cock buried deep inside you. You need him to fill you up again, and again.

You can feel the weight of him against your back, can feel the way his chest presses against your skin. His hand curls around your neck, holding you just right; not too tight, but enough that you begin feeling lightheaded.

“Still want more, baby?” Seungcheol asks, his voice a rasp in your ear.

You nod desperately. “Yes. Please. Please, Cheol…”

He hums low in his throat, the grip on your throat tightening slightly. His fingers dig into your skin, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Such a needy little slut. Always so greedy for me,” he murmurs, grinding his hips against your ass. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I’m going to fill you up again. And you’re going to take it, like the little slut you are.”

You whimper, your legs so, so weak, but you lift them anyway, spreading your knees apart, offering yourself to him. It’s nothing new at this point, he owns you. He’s already claimed you, and there’s no going back.

With one smooth motion, he pulls back and then thrusts deep into you, filling you up completely. You gasp, the sensation of being so full overwhelming, even if he had just rearranged your guts not even 12 hours earlier. Your body shudders, feeling every inch of him inside you.

“You still take me so well,” Seungcheol groans, one hand moving to your waist, holding you down as he starts to fuck you slowly and steadily. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. You’re my perfect little hole, aren’t you?”

You moan, the words coming out of your swollen lips before you even think. “Yes… I’m yours. Always yours.”

He groans, fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. “That’s right. Don’t you forget it.”

The grip on your neck tightens again, just enough to make your head spin. You start to tremble again, overwhelmed by the sensations, by the ache between your legs, the way his cock fills you, the way he fucks you like he owns you.

And then, without warning, he pulls out. You’re left gasping and whining, on the edge of something, desperate for more. But he isn’t finished with you yet.

He slides his fingers down to your ass, teasing you, rubbing gently at your hole, before pushing one finger inside, stretching you open. You gasp, your body already on edge, and you can hear him chuckle darkly behind you.

“Can’t even take one finger? You’re so fucking weak,” he mutters, adding another finger. He works you open slowly, teasing, as you squirm beneath him.

“Cheol, please,” you beg, wanting to feel more. You want it, need it. Him.

He grins against your skin. “Want me to fuck you here, baby?” His voice is low, teasing. “Want me to stretch you out? Use your ass like the dirty little slut you are?”

“Yes, yes!” you cry, desperate. “Please, Cheol, I need you. All of you.”

He laughs darkly, his fingers still working you open, preparing you. “So fucking greedy. You don’t even care, do you?”

“No,” you pant. “Just want you… want you to fill me.”

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, maybe another time” his voice is low as he pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the messy sheets, his hands then coming back to your flesh and letting his fingertips glide over it, sending goosebumps along your skin.

He shifts you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart. You feel the coolness of the sheets against your skin, your body still weak, but you can’t stop shaking with need. You don’t want him to stop. You want everything he’s willing to give you.

Seungcheol positions himself behind you, one hand wrapping around your throat again, the other guiding his cock to your wet, stretched hole. He grinds against you, feeling the slickness of your body, the warmth of your skin. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I’m not stopping this time. You’re going to take all of me,” he whispers. “And you’re going to keep taking it. Got it?”

You nod numbly, your body trembling in anticipation.

“Answer me,” he demands, voice rough. “Got it?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll take it, Cheol. I’ll take everything.”

With a groan, he thrusts into you again, hard and deep. Your body jerks forward at the impact, your breath caught in your throat. The force of his thrusts makes your body rock against the bed, and you feel the sting of the slap he lands on your ass, the hot burn of it making your skin tingle.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he growls, fucking you relentlessly. “Look at you. Taking it all, like the whore you are.”

You can’t hold back anymore. You’re crying, your tears soaking into the sheets, your body shaking with every thrust. The pleasure is too much, overwhelming you.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time. “You’re such a good slut. Taking everything I give you. You’re going to be dripping for days. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Cheol. I understand.”

He leans forward, thrusting harder, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place. “Good. Now, let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.”

He thrusts into you one final time, his cock buried deep inside you as he cums again. The feeling of him filling you up makes your body shake, a sob escaping your lips as you come undone once again, the sensations overwhelming.

And when he’s done, he stays there, deep inside you, for a long moment. You’re trembling, exhausted, but still so needy. Still greedy for more of him.

He pulls out slowly, then shifts to pull you close to him, wrapping you in his arms.

nervous.

thats how you made seungcheol feel.

honestly, he would have never felt this way if he had stopped you from wearing the skimpy skirt for cheerleading practice. you asked him permission before choosing to wear it for the day because one: you would hate to make him feel like you’re dressing like a slut for everyone to see and two: the girls in your crew are bringing their boyfriends.

you would never admit it, but the girls in your squad have terrible taste for men. all of them are either desperate for a quick fuck with anyone but their girlfriends, or theyre in denial and swear to like women but seem to enjoy having drinks with your boyfriend instead.

but seungcheol didn’t hold you back. he swore it was okay and that you looked amazing in the skirt. he explained that he was going to be right beside you the entire time and that things were going to be alright. because he was there.

he was concerned that the boys would be very much eyeing you for a minute too long, or your name would be the name they’d be chanting for the entire game rather than their girlfriend’s.

he was wrong.

he was the person he was worried about.

the way the skirt almost barely covered your ass, the way your hair stuck to your forehead sticky with sweat, how your chest heaved whenever you finished a routine; he felt like he was going absolutely insane.

regardless of the fact he promised you he’d behave, he wasn’t doing a good job of fulfilling it. he could feel his cock slowly growing in his pants and he was not trying to hide it.

“seungcheol-ah, if you’re in need of relief, we’d really appreciate it if you could do it somewhere else and not on the freshly cleaned bleachers.” irene’s boyfriend lightly elbowed seungcheol,

cheol shot him a glare before his eyes slowly rested on you again. you were hot. if male ovulation was a thing, cheol was the epitome of it. all he heard was ringing and inaudible chatter as his attention was focused on you. his eyes were in the shape of hearts as he watched you perform.

he couldn't wait to go home. he just knew what he’d do to you as soon as you step foot into your house.

—

“haa~ cheol!” if he had asked you to count how many times you’ve come tonight, you wouldn’t be able to answer him. your cum had made a creamy white ring around his cock, slowly growing thicker and thicker as his thrusts began to pick up rhythm faster than the one before.

your voice began to strain, sweat started to trickle down the back of your neck, your hips were burning red as seungcheol showed no mercy at all. it was as if his dick had a mind of its own. his tip kisses your g-spot, making you arch from the bed as cheol’s hand pushed you down.

“you were so fucking pretty out there. did you know that? i was worried the boys would be a fucking idiot around you— fuck.” he threw his head back in a moan. “but it turns out, i was the one going insane.”

his lips traveled to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses beside the bruises he had made earlier. his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to whine controllably as your gripped onto his shoulders. “pleaaase, let me cum!”

“yeah? my baby wants to cum?” seungcheol rapidly thrusted into you—if that was even possible—even more, making you slip out incoherent words as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“yes! yes! yes! please let me cum please!” your nails clawed his back, leaving dark red marks as he winces in pain.

“fuck, cum with me okay?” you nodded in agreement, not caring about the neighbours who were probably wide awake, or the open windows that seungcheol didn’t bother to shut, or your cheerleading outfit that you definitely needed the following day.

“you can cum, beautiful.” he painted your walls with white ribbons as you breathed heavily—cumming right after him. you came so hard that you saw stars. as soon as you finally caught your breath, seungcheol was already rubbing you with a warm cloth, cleaning up his mess.

“you’re so responsible, you know?”

“mhm, i am. just not when you’re at cheerleading practice.” you giggle.

“you should come more often.”

Your mouth is slightly ajar, eyes unfocused and glassy, lips swollen because of how hard Dino had kissed you earlier, pretty and beautiful moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth. You were a wet dream come true.

"You like that? You like whoring yourself out in front of your seniors? Little slut." Followed by a slap to the ass by Dino himself.

"Bet she does, probably gets herself off to the thought of us 'no?" Said Minghao

"Such a pretty hole, always open and ready to be fucked. Heard from a little birdie that you took both Jaehyun and San in one go just yesterday." Said Mingyu

"If she can take two then I bet she can take all of us, isn't that right right slut?" Hoshi asks rubbing the tip of his cock slowly. Groans and moans from the other members was taken out of that question.

"Such a perfect cock sleeve. Can't wait 'till we can have our own way with you." Joshua mutters

"Fuck.." Dino whispers under his breath, hips moving faster, harder, and deeper. If you weren't already wrecked earlier, you most definitely are now. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your lips stuck between your teeth, you looked like a wet dream come true.

Wonwoo, taking the initiative, stands up from his seat and walks over to you with his cock hanging out off his pants. You open your mouth as you feel his thumb caress your lips, holding your chin within the palm of his hands. You suck on his fingers as they slip into your mouth, slobbering your saliva all over it— your doe eyes staring straight into his sharp siren gaze.

Woozi, now standing beside you, grabs your left hand gently, lifting it to wrap around his dick before beginning to thrust his hibs nack and forth slowly. "Hm.. your nails look too pink princess, how about we add some white to it?" He grunts as you rub your thumb across his top, gliding your nails in between the slit of his penis.

Your right hand was next, now with Vernon this time. Without any word spoken, he grabbed your fingers and wrapped them around his length. He was intent on watching you suck Wonwoo's fingers off while you hold a staring contest with the taller man.

Dino— seeing all of this unfold— didn't took too long until he was cumming inside of you not giving two shits if it was ruining your dress. "What an obedient good little girl, taking cum without complaints." He says as he slowly pulls out watching his semen drip out of your glistening cunt.

"My turn princess." Seungkwan said as he finally stood to his feat and walked over to you, he'd been watching from behind, loving the way your ass jiggles everytime Dino's hips meet yours. Dick in his hand, he gives himself a few long strokes before pushing into you filling your cunt up again.

He can't help but moan at the feeling of your tight cunt filled with the cum of his dongsaeng embrace his cock in a warm welcome embrace. More semen seeps out of your pussy as he pushes his whole length in, creaming off the sides of your hole. Astonished, he stayed still as he watches your pussy hug him tight.

You moaned with him feeling mutual about the experience, eyes crossing and moving to the back of your head breaking eye contact with Jeon Wonwoo. And before you knew it, Wonwoo was inserting his own length into your mouth taking you by surprise, causing you to choke lightly.

"Such a good girl, taking good care of her seniors. That's all you are aren't you? Just a tight pretty hole to be filled." Jeonghan. The devil has finally spoken having come up from sucking off Seungcheol. From being on his knees to man-spreading playing with the tip of his cock. The versatility of this man was insane.

"Hm.. but as far as I know good girls don't let their senior do all the work. Don't they?" A deep throaty voice echoes the room as the leader and eldest of the group spoke his words. He was sitting on the loveseat taking up majority of it's space as he spreads his legs, dick standing big and tall resting against his abdomen. It was wet, covered with Jeonghans saliva and his own precum.

You whimpered as your cunt tightens at their words, both hands immediately moving to motion jack off the two boys beside you, head bobbing up and down, pussy grinding on Seungkwan.

Jun, now standing beside Wonwoo, slaps his cock on the small cock bulge on your cheek spreading his precum all over your face. It was hard and heavy filled with cum waiting to be released. His tip ran all over your face before stopping beside the corners of your mouth. "Open up princess, let's put this pretty mouth to good use."

You stop moving your head leaving only your ass and hands in motion. You whimpered looking up at him, you looked like a mess. Make-up running all over your face, mouth spread wide open wrapped around Wonwoo's cock. "C'mon, open up for sunbae. You can take it, I know you can." Jun smirks, tapping his tip on your lips.

Slowly, you pull away from Wonwoos cock before sticking your tongue out for the both of them. The two men make eye contact first smirking at each other. Their dicks were pretty different from each other— Wonwoo was thick while Jun was on the thinner side, but their lengths were on par with each other.

Jun goes first laying his dick on your tongue, followed by Wonwoo doing the same. You move your head forward looking up at both of them as you slowly take them inch by inch. "Shit," Vernon whispers under his breath as he cums all over your hands. "So fucking hot baby," he moans as he watches his hyungs dick disappear into your throat.

Halfway through their length, an evident bulge was starting to show on your throat. Tears shed from yout eyes as your mouth stretches wider than it has ever been in your whole entire life.

"You look so pretty when you cry baby.. only a few more, come one, you can do it, hyung is so proud of you." Wonwoo coos as he cups the side of your face in his hands making you whimper around the two men.

You choke on their dick as Seungkwan starts moving behind you grinding back on your cunt. "Such a good princess, taking us so well." He moans, starting to thrust his hips into you. Pace starting slow before moving quickly forcing you to move forward on Jun and Wonwoos dick inevitably swallowing them more.

"Poor baby, doesn't know who to focus on," Minghao coos at you as Vernon moves away from you, your hand immediately wrapping around Minghaos dick as he comes close to you. "Would you look at that? I haven't even said anything yet and she already knows what to do. Certified slut." He chuckles.

To be honest, you weren't registering anything that was happening to you anymore. You were slowly turning dumb, the only thing you knew was cock cock cock and cock.

Jun slowly starts to thrust his dick into you when he starts to notice your struggle. "No thoughts behind those eyes 'no?"

"Fuck– shit– I'm cumming–," Woozi whines as spurts of cum come out of his dick completely covering your fingers in his cum. Boy was he a heavy cummer, you kinda wished he did it somewhere else.

Your attention from the producer immediately shifted away when you feel Wonwoo and Jun thrusting into your mouth. All of a sudden you feel two different hands go under your top and fondle with your boobs. This in combination with Seungkwan constantly impaling your g-spot has you rolling your eyes backwards.

You were doing so good in holding your come until this very moment, almost forgetting about your sunbaes orders, you hold your stomach tight stopping yourself from cumming. You were so close, so, so, so close.

"Sh.. shit.. fuck! I'm cum.. cumming," Seungkwan groans behind you, thrusts staring to speed up even more hitting you harder than before.

"How about you all go together and cover her up in your cum?" Seokmin spoke, finally.

"Y.. yeah. I can do that." Minghao responds, breaths shaky as he nears his orgasm.

"I'm close.." Wonwoo says groaning. "Yeah.. me too." Jun, breathless.

A few more thrusts and your senses were overwhelmed of how much cum is going on and into you.

Seungkwan shooting his seeds deep within you, mixing with your precum and Dinos dump earlier. Jun and Wonwoo filling up your mouth, directly shooting down your throat forcing you to swallow and taste a mix of their cum. And of course, Minghao spraying all over your hand and back while pinching your tits.

It truly was a sight to see, something that some people could only imagine. Moans, pants, and whimpers echoes in the room as the other members cum on their own as well. It was clear to see that everybody was spent.

Well everybody except five. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Seokmin, Hoshi, and Mingyu. Who's dicks are still as hard as rock, standing as tall as the buildings.

Insisting that they go before the other members considering how far their stamina can get them. They sat on the couch watching everything unfold before them, barely stroking their dicks.

And to ensure that they'd still have you despite already dealing with seven of their members, they made a rule, that if you had cum during the first round with the others. They'd make sure it would be your last for that week. Telling other idols to always leav you hanging no matter what. Because that's what bad girls get.

One by one, the other members pull away from you, taking their place somewhere in the room, leaving you in the middle. Cum all over your body, leaking from your cunt, your mouth, and spread all over your hand and even on your pretty dress you'd performed in.

Bottles of dom perignon, check. Smell of butter cookies wafting through the hallways, check. Dad nitpicking the spread prepared by the chef? Check. That about kicks start Christmas in your household.

The annual christmas party held by your family was not to be missed, especially since you’re back home this year and immediately took an interest in making sure it would be the best damn Christmas party anyone will ever step foot in.

You woke up in the wee hours — with your Prada monolith boots snug on your feet, along with your favourite puffer jacket, and headed out to complete your errands — getting new christmas lights, more cedar wood scented candles, as well as some decorative poinsettias your mom loves to have around.

When evening came rolling around, the party was in full swing. Gold garlands complementing the bright red poinsettias, and the food spread — done to perfection, all thanks to your housekeeper who’d executed your vision down to a T.

You strutted down the stairs with your vintage dior dress — red, silk, flowy edges that stopped near your knees. Paired with gold jewellery that you were still busy clasping on as you walked out of your room, only to bump into your older brother, already grinning down at you.

“Hey munchkin, late as usual?” Mingyu reached out to adjust pieces of hair falling in front of your face, knowing how you liked your up-do neat. Offering a lopsided grin to your brother, you shrugged.

“You already know it, plus I was busy appeasing mom about the absence of her favourite — the 1982 chateau. Swear it’s impossible to find this time of the year,” you huffed.

Chuckling, Mingyu held up his elbows for you to interlock your arms with as you both made your way down to the party.

“Cheol! Jae!” Mingyu’s excitement coursed through him way too quick — tossing away your arm tugging onto him in a flash. Rolling your eyes, you let your eyelashes flutter on your eyelids before settling your gaze upon the men in front of you.

Your family and the Choi’s go way back. The bridging of the Kim’s and the Choi’s started when both your grandparents were neighbours — and when you four came along; seungcheol, seungjae, mingyu and you, you four were inseparable. Be it playing outside your yards, pulling shenanigans at the Choi’s basement or wherever.

You’ve just recently returned home from college, and it has been quite some time since you’ve met the Choi’s. Adulthood and what not. Looking at the pair in front of you, your eyes took one scan over Cheol.

He was still the same effortlessly handsome fella, though he seemed to be sporting a different hair colour, and no longer with an undercut as you’ve last remembered him in. He’s gotten more buff, the shape of his built emphasized with the dark blue cashmere sweater he was clad in.

Still a sight for sore eyes.

You can’t help the smile creeping on the corner of your lips and teetering on the edges of your tightlined eyes. It was like the 19 year old in you reigniting that intense infatuation you had for your neighbour.

His familiar dark eyes darted over to you, before greeting Mingyu in a warm hug. Letting Mingyu catch up with Jae, he makes a beeline towards you, clutching the bag on his hand tightly.

“Merry Christmas,”

His woody scent mixed with a hint of citrus hits you in the face, and you were immediately transported back to how obsessed you were with this particular scent of his as a teenager — you would sneak over to take naps in his room constantly, to be engulfed in his scent and warmth through his sheets.

Your heart palpitates at the familiar scent. It’s been years since you were a teenager harboring a hopeless crush, and you sure did not want to spiral back to that state. You self soothed, mentally berating yourself.

“Merry Christmas, Cheol. It’s been a while, time seems to be treating you well,” you tilt your head as you take in his appearance in his face, as if you weren’t already checking him out before he came over to you.

His lips twitched into a smile, "Always with a biting comment,"

The secret is to always remain calm, cool, collected. Nonchalant. It’s what the 23 year old you picked up from years of being amongst the worst of the worst — college boys.

You know Seungcheol isn’t comparable to them. They could never. And — he’s…him. The guy who would willingly let himself get dragged along for boxing classes, just because you needed a reason to impress your high school crush.

He was your solace, your comfort — and you’re not sure why you’re feeling the need to place an invisible boundary with him right now. Could be the years of distance, perhaps.

His lips spread out in a wide grin, shaking his head as he hands over the bag, containing — “a 1982 chateau? How did you…” your jaw slacked as you looked at the bottle inside. This kiss ass. No wonder he was always your mom’s favourite.

“I never divulge my secrets,”

You couldn't even formulate a reply as your mom — with some sort of telepathic tingle, ran over to greet Cheol with a warm hug, slightly tipsy from the few glasses of Dom Perignon already.

“Seungcheol! It’s so good to see you — is that a bottle of my favourite 1982? You’re always the sweetest, Cheol,” your mom cooed, patting his arm before engaging in light conversation with him.

You took the bottle with you and headed to the kitchen, placing it down with the other bottles of liquor, wine lined up along the counter.

You could use the silence to let the heat trickling up your neck subside.

“Running away so fast?”

Cheol leans against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms — allowing his arms to bulge through that sweater of his. Peeling your eyes away, you give him a cheeky grin.

“Never,” you took a decorated glass and poured some bubbly for him, “just had to make sure all of my guests are properly hydrated.”

Taking a sip, he hums in appreciation before shooting you a glance again. “So, congrats on graduating with first class honors, heard you’re back for good? Looking for a job here?”

You raise your eyebrows, “Hmm, yeah for now, applied for a few writing jobs here and there,” you fidget slightly under his gaze, before deciding to pour a glass for yourself.

“Writing? Didn’t you graduate with a bachelor’s in...Economics?” he stares fixedly, a slight frown displayed, skeptical.

“Yeah, and?"

"And...may I ask which love interest has you applying for writing jobs?" He starts to look around, observing other bottles laid out on the counter.

You roll your eyes, lightly smacking your forehead with your palm.

"Writing as in you know — journalism, relating to the financial markets, or anything about politics, I guess, but really — I'm open to whatever,” you shrugged.

”I hope you know what you’re doing, I know how you are,” he clears his throat.

”What’s that supposed to mean?” You cut him off, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I just mean, you’re 23 now, you can’t necessarily go through jobs like you’re picking out a new hobby, or switching love interests. Remember when you made me pick up — let me think, the drums, cross stitching, boxing,"

“Hey, you enjoyed doing those with me!” you throw him a glare, “plus without me, you wouldn’t have found your love for jiu jitsu classes…”

"May I remind you that your hobbies or interests all line up with whichever love interest you're trying to impress,"

He raises his eyebrows before downing the rest of the sparkly in the bow tied glass.

You rolled your eyes for the nth time, “I’m 23 now, and I'm no longer the little girl you knew before okay? I’ve grown.” With an inward cringe at yourself, you only hope he sees how serious you are. With an amused look behind his eyes, he lets out a tiny chuckle, “We’ll see about that,"

"But, congratulations anyhow, and, it is good to have you back," Cheol clinks his glass with yours before downing his drink while maintaining eye contact.

Seungcheol, in fact, knows you are definitely not the same 19 year old he knew. Well, at least you did not look like it anymore. He berates himself silently for letting his eyes linger a little too long at how well the dress sits on you.

You’ve also apparently opted for switching to red lips paired with bolder eye makeup. You no longer looked like the girl who would pester him every day, calling him for a ride home from a house party at 3 in the morning. Which always resulted in him nagging the whole ride back home — and you falling asleep mid-way, giving in to your migraine.

Seungcheol’s been around for almost your whole life. He was 6 when he sat around at your baby shower, 16 when he had to babysit you and your brother, 21 when you had your first crush, 24 when you cried to him about your first heartbreak.

26 when you told him you were leaving for college.

He was a busy man even then, having started working at his dad’s company. Was busy chasing the validation and status required for him to step up and take over one day. As much as the role came naturally to him, dealing with the sudden spotlight on him was another issue.

Over the years, Mingyu always kept in close contact with him despite being in college, and was a dependable friend to him consistently.

You, on the other hand, had slowly started to disappear. All he could count on for verification you were alive were your instagram stories filled with flashing lights in the club and weekly calls with your family — shaking his head in a very older brother fashion when he sees what you’re up to on a saturday night.

Daily texts had started to fade to weekly, monthly and then once in a blue moon. Not that seungcheol was too bothered by it though, he had his own fair share of worries and responsibilities piling up.

4 years of college done, and you had set off for a year-long break travelling with friends, before deciding it was time to head home and get a job.

And here you were, chatting and mingling around looking like you no longer needed to have seungcheol by your side at such gatherings — no longer seeking solace in his presence when guests were enervating.

Bittersweet, he concludes before he realises he’s been eyeing you for almost the whole night.

“Parties getting too draining for you?” Mingyu chuckles, playing around with the wine in his glass.

“Still getting drunk with 3 glasses of wine?”

“Now that’s low — those days are behind me,” a hiccup cuts Mingyu off, and he starts giggling while Seungcheol smirks knowingly, shaking his head.

“You still get your ass embarrassingly drunk, what do you mean,” seungcheol shoots and he scores as mingyu snapped his head towards him, glaring playfully before challenging him to a drink-off right then and there.

“Not with the alcohol here — it’d be a waste to chug these,”

“Just say you’re scared, you old fuck,” Mingyu’s devilish smile makes way and seungcheol gives him a tight smack on his shoulders — Mingyu grimaces, rubbing the spot with a slight pout.

“And to think that we’re all grown adults now — but some things never change huh,” you appear at sight with arms crossed, a teasing smile on your red lips.

“You’re talking a little too big for someone who’s just entered the real adult world,” Mingyu walks up to you, flicking your forehead before downing the rest of his wine.

You gasp, “I expected more from you gyu” you scurried over to cheol’s side, clinging onto his arm and he notices how you’ve grown slightly taller over the past few years.

“Yeah yeah, go ahead and gang up on me again — we all know cheol prefers me,” Mingyu clicks his tongue before heading towards the kitchen for a refill.

“I’m guessing you’ve already heard about Jeonghan's wedding?” He cuts the thick air, ever so suavely leaning against the wall. You’ve always hated his nonchalance. Airiness. Made you feel insignificant when it came to the brain map of Choi Seungcheol.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Though, he did give a pretty lame excuse for missing this party,” you snickered.

“Give him a break, he’ll need a month beforehand to charge his energy before his wedding,” you chuckled, and before you could even formulate a reply, a loud crash from the kitchen interrupts and catches everyone’s attention.

Mingyu runs out with a sheepish look — cheeks red eyes crinkly — “oops,”

When seungcheol sees you at Jeonghan’s wedding the following week, the last thing he expected was to see you hand in hand with a plus one, sashaying around the grand hall.

His brain goes into autowire, immediately scrutinising said man under his watchful gaze. You had a track record of always canoodling with guys who only left you with sore eyes and a broken heart — it’s only natural for him to be on guard.

He takes no longer than 10 seconds to decipher that he’s no good for you. Blames it on brotherly instincts. He struts over to your direction, staring fixedly before you wave enthusiastically at him, pulling your date over to him.

"Cheol! Cheollie, c'mere, this is Wonwoo. And Wonwoo, this is Seungcheol," he sees you pursing your lips, fidgeting while standing between them.

"Hi," Cheol stares him down, but the formally trained business man in him reaches out a hand towards the tall man sleeked out in an all-black suit.

"I'm," he clears his throat before glancing over at you, "somewhat like an older brother, except her real brother is probably at the bar right now," and he sees you do a half eye roll, clearly amused by the situation.

"Nice to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you," Wonwoo offers a tight smile, and Cheol feels slightly impressed by the tight grip Wonwoo had while shaking hands.

And then he thinks, if this man has heard about him, how close exactly are you with this tall and sleek man? But at this point, the you that's always been wearing their emotions on their sleeve starts to feel inscrutable, even to Cheol.

Your small talk gets interrupted by an announcement, ushering all guests to be seated in the main dining hall. You make your separate ways, only to realise that to no one's surprise, Jeonghan placed you with Cheol, Jae and Mingyu in the seating arrangement.

Looking at the name cards placed prettily across the table, you glanced at Cheol who was already settling down beside Mingyu.

Letting out an inward sigh, you shake away thoughts of how absolutely dashing Cheol looked tonight in his suit and tie. Instead, diverting your focus to the glass of red wine placed in front of you.

"For you, miss red wine and red lips,"

Your eyes scrunched up, "You already know me so well Wonwoo."

"Of course, will never forget how stunning you were when I first saw you across the bar weeks ago," he smiles, "sipping on that red wine with that dangerous red lip of yours," he chuckles, whispering that last bit, holding up a glass of red of his own.

Right. That was how he came about to be your date today.

You've met him at the airport lounge, coincidentally, both finding solace in the selection of red at the lounge bar. What were the chances that you were both catching the same flight, and heading home too.

You would never miss a chance to sit with a man like Wonwoo, and he proved worthy of your time when conversations flowed naturally with a spark of tension from time to time.

Cheol overhears bits of your exchange across the table, mind working in overtime as he pieces the information together. Thinks of it as protective instincts he can't seem to shake off even after all these years.

"So, Wonwoo, tell us — what're you currently doing?" Cheol props his elbow up on the satin lined round table, raising his eyebrows towards Wonwoo.

You shot him a look across the table, but Wonwoo just chuckles calmly, squeezing your arm lightly under the table after noticing your slight distress.

"I'm a co-director in a small start up company. We focus on programming and designing games — our current focus is on MOBA games," He clears his throat, "I was returning from a research work trip when I met y/n at the airport."

"Games?" Mingyu perks up, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"Yeah, well.. I'm a pretty big fan of gaming myself, which got me and two other friends to start up this company,"

Cheol nods, smirking a little as he starts to reminisce on how horrible you were at games — always being a pain in the neck to teach. He says nothing, and the conversation fizzles out to Mingyu and Wonwoo chatting about his trip while Cheol and you engage in a small staring contest while you sip on your wine.

What? You mouthed towards him. Nothing. He shakes his head and turns his attention to the emcee of the night who starts introducing the events that were going to unfold for the rest of the night.

You're about 10 drinks in when it reaches the open dance floor segment.

You've danced with about everyone you knew, and when the band starts opening up requests for songs, silly silly drunk you couldn't miss the chance to take over the microphone.

Wonwoo is laughing, enjoying your antics while Mingyu is shouting at you to get your ass back down.

It's 11pm, most guests were either retired to their rooms booked for the night at the hotel or mingling outside the grand hall. It was down to Jeonghan, his bride Minji, and remaining rascals who can't get enough of the free flow drinks and colourful lights.

Jeonghan slaps mingyu across the back, "Stop, let her have her fun. I missed the little gremlin and her singing,"

"You just want her to embarrass herself, don't kid anyone Jeonghan," Mingyu rolls his eyes as he rubs a palm across his forehead.

Cheol on the other hand, as much as he agrees with Jeonghan, knows you're going to regret every bit of this the next morning — if you're going to remember this at all. He stays seated, watching how things unfold and deciding to step in when it gets too much.

Wonwoo steps out to make a call, and you pout while blowing raspberries into the mic. "Boo, I haven't even started my set yet,"

"Oh God I can't watch this, Cheol, you handle her," Mingyu excuses himself from the scene, and Cheol nods, "Don't worry, I've got her,"

You giggle, "Cheollieeee, I knew you would stay. You always do," A hiccup ends your sentence, but you stay swaying and blushing while gripping onto the mic stand.

Jeonghan sends a look towards him at the table, "After all these years and she's still as attached to you, hmm,"

"Yeah well, I've always been the big older brother to both her and Mingyu," he shrugs, eyes crinkling with slight adoration as he looks at you starting the first verse of your favourite classic — like a virgin.

What a choice.

Things start to turn ugly when you're three songs in, and more guests filter out. Cheol notices the stage of intoxication you're at and decides it's time out for you.

"All right Madonna, no more. Let's go. You're going to bed," He struts towards the stage, and grabs the mic off your hands.

"Show's over ladies and gentlemen, goodnight."

"What? Hello?" You try to pry the mic away but the lead singer of the band seems to be on Cheol's side, in a hurry to pack up for the night.

Cheol grabs onto your shoulders firmly yet not too forceful, and guides you off the stage. Intertwining your hands, he pulls you towards the room's exit.

You try to make a fight for it, struggling against his hold.

"Let go of me!" You squeak out, trying to sound as assertive as you can.

Once you're at a secluded area of the grand hall, behind big pillars near the lift lobby, he turns around to face you.

"You, little miss, have had enough for the night."

"You're not the boss of me, not anymore." Your voice tunes down at the last part, suddenly feeling not as convicted as you were under his scrutinising gaze.

"You sure about that?"

You felt like you sobered up in that second, the moment he uttered those words in your face. Your vision cleared up as you looked at him in the eye, slight chills running down your exposed spine.

"Stop with this whole big brother act. Stop treating me like i'm 18 years old, i'm a fucking adult now," you maintained his gaze, crossing your arms to try to one-up him in an unspoken game of dominance.

"Hm. You want to be treated like an adult?" He speaks up after a beat of silence.

You fidget, eyes shifting as you start to feel a little warm. "Yes."

He takes a step closer, face inching nearer as you start to feel his breath on you, "Then act like one," he mutters with an edge of mischief on that otherwise serious face of his.

Damn. You puff out air, unwilling to lose this fight. You never do.

"Do you get off on acting like you're the boss of me or something?"

And you close your eyes, silently regretting those words the minute you uttered them.

"Excuse me?" Cheol quirks an eyebrow, scoffing with his tongue poking out of his cheek.

"You heard what I said,"

He shakes his head, and interlaces your fingers once again, dragging you to the lift lobby.

In the dark and cold elevator, you and him stand at complete opposite sides. In a moment of self reflection; you silently observe the patterns on the sleek marble wall, but when your eyes accidentally shift over to the man in front of you, you jump slightly when you notice he's already staring down at you — intense and unblinking.

He holds onto the elevator bars behind him, crossing his leg one over the other as his poor button on his shirt looks like it's about to give out. All while his hair seems to fall perfectly on his brows, and his gaze on you remains unwavering.

The flicker of emotion behind his stare was difficult to decipher, you felt exposed, and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol causing the heat trickling down your nape.

"W-what?" You rub your arms in cold mechanism, also subconsciously comforting yourself in this situation.

But the man opposite you says nothing, just continuing to burr holes into your face.

You roll your eyes, and continue to look elsewhere, this time focusing on the increasing numbers on the elevator screen propped on the top right corner.

"So, this wonwoo guy," Cheol decides to bring up what was stuck on the back of his mind the whole night.

"Crap! Wonwoo! Where is he? I just left without letting him know, wait where's my phone?" You jolt up, standing upright as you start to panic mildly.

"Calm down, Mingyu's gone over to tell him you're settling in for the night. And, your phone is with me," he pulls out the sleek device out of his pocket and you grab it eagerly.

"You like him quite a lot huh,"

You ignore his comment before releasing a small breath of relief when you saw the texts Wonwoo left you.

hey! heard from your brother you've went to settle in for the night.

sorry i was settling a work call earlier

hope you rest well tonight! remember to drink up lots of water, as i'm assuming you'll be reading this in the morning 🥰

"Bring him around for our weekly dinner, I think it'll be good to know him better," Cheol suggests, not willing to let go of the topic.

"Our weekly dinner is back?"

"It's never been gone, I'm closer to Mr and Mrs. Kim than I am to you at this point,"

You gasp, feigning annoyance but feeling glad that your parents had the Choi's around when you and Mingyu weren't around as much.

"I'll think about it," you shrug as you put your phone away.

"No, bring him around if you're planning to see him long term," he crosses his arms, and seems relentless.

You roll your eyes, and groan while leaning your head against the elevator.

"Fine. Fucking Controlling," you whisper the last part to yourself, and before Cheol can butt in with his wide-eyed anger, you groan again - alcohol giving you the extra liquid courage.

"And why is this god-damn elevator taking so long,"

Cheol reasons with himself. Doesn't want to pick up your broken pieces if you get your heart broken by Wonwoo. Doesn't want you to jump into another guy blindly without him assessing them. Thinks of it as his right as your older brother, sort of.

Yeah. He's just looking out for you. He thinks as he clenches his jaw slightly.

Definitely not because he wants to know what exactly about Wonwoo has gotten you so smitten.

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Loud music is the only thing you the three of you can hear your back pressed against Mingyu, while Jungkook is in front of kissing and grinding on each other, wet kisses are shared between Jungkook and you. “Mph baby” muffled moans slipped from your mouth, Mingyu kissing your neck his hands massaging your waist, your hands tapping Jungkook’s shoulder “Let’s take this to the dorm?” You asked gasping for air, looking back at Mingyu while he nodded.

You were dressed in a short white skirt and pink crop top while both of them were dressed in all black. “Gyu bring her where I parked my car, I’ll be heading first” Jungkook said searching for his car keys in his pockets, while you and Mingyu told your friends you would be heading first.

Mingyu held your soft hands dragging you through the crowd, Jungkook had been waiting for you both in the parking, Mingyu opened the door sitting first and then making you sit on his lap you turned sideways to kiss Jungkook on his lips, “Let’s get home soon yeah baby? sit like a good girl” Jungkook said already speeding through the parking lot.

While you turned around to kiss Mingyu his hands were all over your ass palming it and groping them “Speed up kook pretty little thing keeps grinding on me can feel her pussy getting wet” Your lace panties must be wet from the constant grinding.

You soon reached your dorm when Mingyu had you in his arms your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook had your house keys opening them the three of you entered the room while Mingyu and you continued to kiss each other “Yah Mingyu get her down now” Jungkook groaned when you both wouldn’t stop. Mingyu placed you on your bed while giggling looking at Jungkook's pissed of face, undressing himself while Jungkook had already sunk to his knees at the end of the bed where you were sitting.

Ready to remove your clothes Jungkook stopped you “Wait wanna fuck with your clothes on you look so fucking pretty in those small skirts” Mingyu sat there on the chair right in front of the bed palming himself through his boxers “Keep going kook wanna see her pussy” he said chuckling.

“Lay down baby,” Jungkook said in a hushed voice “Kook I’m so wet do something " you moaned when you felt his fingers brushing over your lace panties softly teasing your clit and wetting them by spitting on your clothed pussy “Ah…Jungkook” moans slipped from your lips grabbing his hands to keep on licking you sucking your pussy over the lace.

Moving them aside he was greeted with your wet pussy clenching “fuck Gyu she is so wet bet we can slide inside her without a prep” Jungkook turned behind to give him a look “fuck really? could feel her getting wet the movement she started grinding on me” Mingyu said digging his hard cock out of his boxers.

You went without a bra today, you could feel your nipples getting hard at the site of Mingyu jerking off while Jungkook played with your pussy, grabbing your boobs over your top you massaged them while whispering Jungkook’s name.

Jungkook sucked the hell out of your clit while you begged him to stop telling him you might come soon “Yeah baby you gonna come?” He teased you knowing damn well you were near the edge. Easing his finger inside you he slowly fastened his pace when his finger touched your g spot “Right there Jungkook…... right there baby” Soon Cumming you rested there panting heavily “ wanna fuck her Gyu?” Jungkook undressed and soon climbed on the bed settling beside you, “fuck yeah I’ll go first” Your hand grabbed onto his length “fuck y/n” Jungkook hissed when you started palming him, caging your hands over his cock he guided you, while Mingyu teased his fingers over your whole “want you inside me gyu” you said shyly gazing into his eyes “yeah baby? Spread wider” he said pushing your legs further decreasing the space between your pussy and his leaking cock he eased inside you slowly. “What a sight kook …. She clenches so hard kook when you kiss her, “Mingyu said moaning above you, curses left your mouth “Gyu you are so good and so big” you whimpered your hands leaving Jungkook’s cock and coming to grip over Mingyu's shoulder. “I know baby can you be a little bit louder?” He said while his fingers started rubbing your clit, Jungkook and Mingyu talked you through your orgasm while Jungkook palmed himself through the three of you coming in the moment. “Fuck gyu got me messy,” you peeped, “love making you messy baby” Mingyu kissed your cheeks sucking in a few hickeys around your neck while he backed away from your body.

Turning to face Jungkook he was already looking at you, your hands gripped onto his sensitive cock while he hissed “ mmhm sensitive y/n” Humming you climbed on top of him, yours and Mingyu’s cum dripping down your pussy and making a mess between you and Jungkook, grabbing the mess between you two you swiftly moved your fingers through your pussy lips gathering the slick and bringing it to Jungkook’s mouth so that he can suck on them “mm sweet” Jungkook winked looking at Gyu who was on the bed settled on the end of the bed.

“Fuck me from behind kook wanna suck him off too,” you said already getting on your position, Mingyu getting up too. Jungkook loves doggy style, seeing your ass bounce back from his fast pace made him cum fast.

“Baby lift your ass a bit … mm perfect go ahead suck him good yeah?” Teasing his tip near your hole you murmured “Need it, baby” you begged palming Mingyu who sat in front of you. Easing inside you he moaned “fuck so tight even after Mingyu fucked you hard you are still so tight” Chuckling at you “Such a pretty slut for us right Gyu?” He asked his hands on your pretty waist just above your skirt to hold you in place. “Yeah man almost came when she first clenched around me.”

Gagging around Mingyu's cock you massaged his balls moaning when Jungkook hit your spot. Pure bliss from the pleasure you sucked him arrays of gasps, heaves, and rasps left your mouths. “ Gonna cum baby,” Mingyu said pushing your head so you can choke on him better “Yeah gyu cum for me” your words left in a hurry motion because of how fast Jungkook was fucking you. “ Gonna cum too kook”. You warned Jungkook while Mingyu filled your mouth with his salty release sone of it dripping on your crop top. “Fuck y/n gonna cum so hard baby, pussy made for us, gonna make you leave your pussy filled with our cum” Jungkook said in his deep voice.

Soon Cumming you were left with your pussy covered in damp and creamy releases. “Fuck you both tire me out” you said lifting up yourself and facing Jungkook inching closer to kiss him. “mph Koo” moaning when he slightly pinched your hard nipples. You were soon in between the both of them cuddling them you had finally removed your messy cloths, while you hugged Jungkook while Mingyu hugged you from behind telling you did great today for both of them. Sleep soon overcame you three.

Haerin: hey, I’ll be dropping by tomorrow to give your books back . Will be there by 10 am . See you ☺️

Next morning

You’ve been rustling for a few minutes now, “baby lemme sleep” Jungkook murmured “yeah sorry” you reach up to get your phone seeing the time “hm 9:47” you opened your chat seeing Haerin’s text gasping you wake Mingyu up in instant. “Gyu wake up haerin will be here in few” he groaned when you abruptly woke him up.

“Fuck really shit I need to leave before she come” wearing his yesterday night’s clothes he went to wash his face in the his face , coming back soon after he grabbed his things and went ahead on kissing you lips “ thanks for the night baby I’ll text you soon , tell kook I’ll be at the basketball court if he needs me” hugging you one last time he exists the door .

“Fuck I just hope I don’t run into her now” Mingyu whispered closing the door from outside when haerin walks “Gyu what are you doing here also at 10 am in the morning?” She asks not expecting her boyfriend to be here this early. That’s when Mingyu knows he fucked up really bad.

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PART 2

DRABBLE 1

Early on in your relationship, Seungcheol made it obvious that he was in charge in the bedroom and when you finally opened up about your kinks, he was totally on board. Most of the time he was Seungcheol, leader of Seventeen, S.Coups and you were his girlfriend Y/N.

But there were times, especially when you needed to be taken care of, where you were his baby and he fell into the role of caregiver as your daddy and nothing filled him with a strong sense of pride quite like you putting your trust in him entirely.

“You taste so good,” Seungcheol groaned, licking his lips. Your fingers tightened in his hair, a whimper escaping you as you felt his tongue drag against you. He’d always been vocal about how much he enjoyed going down on you. Even if he didn’t get his dick wet, he could eat you out for hours and he’d done it before.

“Cheol,” you moaned as the tip of his tongue swirled your clit before his lips wrapped around it and he sucked softly. “Yes baby?” He asked, pulling away for only a moment. “Nothing,” you breathed, waving your hand. “Don’t stop.” Seungcheol’s lips pulled into a smile briefly before he continued, licking and teasing your clit.

One of his hands held your hip, your thighs over his shoulders, while the other moved to push your thigh back, opening you up to him more. His tongue disappeared sliding into your hole while his nose bumped against your swollen clit. He groaned against you, the vibrations making your body shudder.

Your stomach muscles tightened as you felt your impending orgasm approach only for Seungcheol to pull away, letting it fall flat, making you whine in protest as he sat up, wiping his mouth and chin with his shirt before moving to lean over you, lips finding yours as one of his hands snuck down your stomach, fingers skimming your skin until he was pushing two fingers inside your wet cunt, making you moan against his lips.

“God I can’t wait to fill you up,” he mumbled, his fingers moving slowly in and out of you, scissoring them to make sure you were more than prepared to take him. No matter how many times you had sex, he always had to take his time to properly prepare you before he could get his cock inside you.

One of the many things you loved about him. His laugh, his eyes, his dimples, his morning voice, and his massive—

“Hey,” he said softly, drawing your attention back to him. “Where did you go?” He asked, an amused smile forming on his face. Your cheeks burned and you shook your head. “Oh, come on baby,” he purred, dragging his fingers against your walls. “You can tell me.” You shook your head again, too embarrassed to speak.

“Were you thinking about my cock?” He asked suddenly, surprising you and making you gasp.

“N-no!” You lied but Seungcheol could see through it. “It’s okay, baby girl. I know you love daddy’s cock,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to your cheek as you whined in embarrassment. He pulled back, a grin present on his lips, dimples on display. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed, baby,” he cooed.

“Do you want it now?” He asked, slowing his fingers and waiting for you to answer. Nodding, you mumbled out a yes, cheeks still flushed.

“All you had to do was ask, little one,” Seungcheol answered, pulling his fingers from you and sitting up. You watched as he stripped, removing his clothes and tossing them towards the hamper in the corner of the room, not caring whether or not he made the throw.

“Top or bottom?” He asked climbing back onto the bed. “Bottom,” you whispered as he hovered over you. “Of course,” he said with a smirk. “My little pillow princess,” he added, taking you in a searing kiss. “How do you want it?”

You knew he was asking if you wanted it rough or soft. He always asked this and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on even more, that he was able to prioritize your experience and pleasure over his own.

“Slow,” you murmured. “Hmm?” Seungcheol asked, enjoying the way you blushed and squirmed under him. “I didn’t hear that princess.”

“I want it slow, daddy,” you blurted out, the eternal flush on your cheeks burning just as much as before.

“Slow?” Seungcheol asked, dipping his head to kiss your neck, lips dragging up to your ear. “You want daddy to take it slow?” He asked again, making you nod. “Want me to make love to you?” He whispered. “Yes,” you breathed out as you felt him grind against your soaked center.

“If my baby wants it slow, then she’ll get it slow,” he muttered, guiding the tip of his cock to your slit, brushing against you teasingly before pushing past your folds, gliding the head in. Your back arched off the mattress, one hand gripping the sheets under you, the other grabbing his arm, squeezing his bicep.

“Always so tight for me,” Seungcheol whispered, kissing the tip of your nose. “Relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” As your body relaxed under him, Seungcheol was able to glide in further, your tight walls welcoming him with erratic fluttering as he slid in further and further until he was fully encased inside you.

“Eyes on me, pretty,” he said softly as he stilled inside of you. Your eyes met his and you felt your cheeks burn and the urge to look away but you held his gaze. A smile spread across his face as he reached up to caress your cheek. “That’s it,” he said sweetly. “There’s my girl.”

You whined at the amount of affection he was giving you, your hand on his arm squeezing softly. “Daddy, please,” you whimpered, attempting to move your hips but his weight on you kept you in place. “Please move.”

Seungcheol let out a chuckle and nuzzled your cheek. “Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, pulling out before pushing back in slowly. It felt good but not enough to give you what you were craving.

“Faster, daddy, please,” you whispered. “Faster?” Seungcheol asked, keeping the same languid pace. “But you asked for it like this. Said you wanted it slow. This is slow, baby,” he murmured, pressing short chaste kisses to your cheek. “Do you want it faster?” He whispered in your ear. “Yes,” you gasped as he gave you a sharp thrust. “Yes, daddy,” you answered.

“Then I guess I can give you what you want,” he muttered, hips moving faster, burying his cock deep inside you with each thrust. You moaned loudly, walls clenching around him. “You’re so responsive,” Seungcheol noted. “You react so well to me.”

Your brain was understanding him but unable to form a response except in whimpers and moans. Seungcheol didn’t seem to mind, instead focusing on keeping a steady pace and not pounding into you like his instincts told him to.

“Oh, shit,” you cursed, immediately regretting the words when you heard Seungcheol click his tongue. ‘Fuck.’

“We’ve talked about this before, little girl,” he said in a darker tone. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you replied quickly. “It just slipped out. I won’t do it again,” you tried to backpedal but Seungcheol wasn’t having it.

You whined as he pulled out of you, sitting back and grabbing your hips to roll you over onto your stomach. “We’ve talked about your language,” he said, pulling you back onto his lap. “You know the rules,” he added as he held you still. “No, please, I’m sorry!” You whimpered frantically, crying out when you felt his hand land a sharp smack to your ass.

“Me too, baby. You know I’d rather be making you feel good but we have rules for a reason.” Your body jumped as you felt another blow land in the same spot. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, holding back a sob as his hand made contact once more with the same spot before rubbing it soothingly.

“I think three is enough,” he said as he continued to caress the reddened skin of your bottom. “Keep this in mind and think before you speak, little one,” he added, leaning over to kiss your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, checking to make sure he hadn’t hurt you. Nodding, it took a moment to form a sentence. “Yes. I’m okay.” Seungcheol pressed another kiss to your shoulder before letting you go.

You climbed off his lap but only made it a short distance away before he was pushing you onto your stomach.

“Hold still,” he said sternly, keeping one hand on your shoulder, the other gripping your hip and pulling up so your ass was raised. “You still want it slowly?” He asked, his voice low. You nodded, turning your head to the side as your cheek was pressed to the mattress. “Do you trust me?” His voice was even softer now.

You nodded, letting out a sigh as you felt his cock grind against you.

“I trust you.”

Seungcheol wasted no time, pushing back into you from behind, snapping his hips in evenly timed thrusts, his cock hitting deeper in this new position and the angle making you see stars in your vision with each measured thrust.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He growled, watching the way your ass bounced each time his hips hit you. “Feels so good, daddy,” you moaned, fingers curling into the sheets. “Cock feels so good!”

Seungcheol let out a chuckle. “Can’t even form full sentences? Is it that good?” He asked, keeping a firm hold on your hip, his other hand keeping your chest pressed against the mattress. “Is daddy fucking you dumb?”

A whimper left your parted lips but you couldn’t deny it when he was right. You couldn’t form a full sentence. He’d once again rendered you speechless with just a few sharp thrusts.

Seungcheol glanced to the bedside table where his phone sat and had an idea. He loved to memorialize most moments with you and this was no different.

He slowed his hips. “Grab my phone,” he ordered, moving his hand from your back. “W-what?” You asked, being lost in another world from how good his cock felt that you hadn’t heard him properly.

“Grab my phone from the bedside table, angel,” he repeated, nodding towards the device.

You reached out, grabbing the edge of the phone and held it up for him to grab from you.

“Stay still,” he warned, opening his camera and lining up the shot. He snapped a couple point of view pictures before turning the camera to video and pressing the start button. His hips continued to snap forward, thrusting hard and deep into you, making you moan out. On screen it looked amazing.

Your reddened ass from his earlier punishment, the way your ass bounced with each thrust, the base of his cock visible every time he pulled back, even the way your fists gripped the sheets.

He knew he was going to save this for later use.

After ending the recording, he locked the screen and tossed his phone to the side on the bed and gave you a few more thrusts before pulling out with a hiss. You whined as he rolled you over, spreading your thighs and sliding his cock back into you.

Your thighs rested on his as he grabbed his phone with one hand and your waist with the other. He opened the camera again, snapping a couple pictures before starting another recording.

You moaned out, keeping a firm grip on the sheets as your boyfriend resumed the same pace from before.

You looked up to see the phone in his hand and whined. “Are you recording this?” you gasped.

You could see the smirk on Seungcheol’s face. “Shh,” he said, letting go of your hip and moving to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing your lip and entering your mouth when you parted your lips. He let out a growl as you sucked on his thumb, his thrusts increasing in speed.

“Such a dirty little girl,” he grunted. You moaned around his thumb, whining when he pulled his hand from your face, fingers skimming down the skin of your neck past your collar, stopping to cup your breast and squeeze gently. “You gonna cum for me?” Seungcheol rasped out, his hand traveling down your stomach and stopping just above where your bodies met.

You nodded quickly, moaning when you felt his thumb start rubbing against your clit in time with his thrusts. He pointed the camera down where he could see his cock disappear repeatedly inside your warm cunt. “Be a good girl and cum for daddy,” Seungcheol groaned, continuing to record as your walls convulsed around his cock.

“That’s it,” he breathed as your moans grew in volume and pitch until your thighs attempted to close but he pushed them apart with one hand, keeping one thigh pinned as he continued to thrust into you. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he moaned. “D-daddy,” you whimpered as your walls clenched around him again.

“Oh fuck,” Seungcheol groaned, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. He came with a loud moan, his release coating your walls as he continued to fuck you through his high until he slowed to a stop. Keeping the camera trained on your cunt, he slowly pulled out, moving to record your fluttering hole as his cum slowly spilled out of you.

He pushed his cum back into you with two fingers before turning off the recording and setting his phone aside.

“I can’t believe you recorded that!” You finally said after coming down from your high. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said, continuing to push his cum back into you as it tried to escape.

“That’s for my eyes only.”

“I miss you,” Eunbi said so gently as if it’s not a mistake to meet your ex behind your partner's back. She gave you a slow peck in the lips, reminding you how much you love her soft lips. She walks around the hotel room,like she’s looking for something… or someone. “You sure she’s not here? We can do it with her,” her eyes look so innocent but her smirk after she spoke made you nervous.

A cold night breeze enters the room through the open balcony, the nervous tension was broken by the wind. Your ex walks out to the balcony to take a minute to adore the night sky. Her curves have been illuminated by the stars as you found your ex backside look stunting. She’s wearing a tight black dress that forms perfectly on her curves. Her round ass is highlighted in the tight dress. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail, giving you a better view of her backside.

You soon follow her to the balcony but before you can position yourself beside her. Eunbi bent over the railing, she leaned her body on the railing as her ass stuck up hitting your crotch. This made you pause for a moment, knowing Eunbi, this can’t be a coincidence. She knows what she wants but she wants you to give it to her. She looks over her shoulder with a teasing smirk on her face. She slowly grinds her firm ass on your crotch. She subtle moves her ass in and up and down motions as if alluring you to enter her from behind. She is still holding a seductive eye contact with you as she now slowly moves her ass side to side making sure her round firm ass will grace up on your bulge.

The sexual tension tickens in the air, Eunbi continues to tease your cock with a round ass which is now solid hard. Your hard cock is bulging out of your pants as it is in between her huge ass. The sight of your cock in between her ass cheeks send you into a frenzy for a moment. In a swift motion, you hold Eunbi’s hip on both sides and dry hump her hard due to the fact you can’t hold it anymore. Eunbi moans, exaggerating loudly. She wants you to know that she didn’t care if other notices the two of you fucking as long as you fuck her good. Second, she’s moaning loudly to tease you because she knows that you can’t afford to get caught being indecent in public as you hold a high position in your company.

A hard forceful pound on her ass made the woman stand up straight as she got pinned in the railings. “Ohh!” the woman got shook by the force of your last jump. You hold the railings on both sides, locking the mischievous woman in place. Eunbi turns her head to look at you with her wide smile, excitement is written all over her face as she gets you right like how she intended, you losing control of yourself because you can’t wait to fuck her. Eunbi acknowledges this as a victory, she leans backwards to move closer to your lips, giving you a long kiss. In her kisses, her tongue graces your lips for a brief moment, inviting you to a French kiss but not fully committing to it. It’s another trick from your ex that you fall into again.

You hold her checks as you finally explore her mouth with your wanting tongue, you feel Eunbi’s smiles before returning your hungry kisses. Wet sloppy kisses can be heard in the quiet night. The pair of tongues dancing at each other expressing how bad they need each other. This torrid kissing has gone on for minutes with the two of you pausing for a moment to catch your breath before continuing the sloppy kissing. Eunbi presses her firm ass in your bulge as the kiss continues, insinuating what she wants after. Your hands glide onto her front as you catch her boob, squeezing it, you can feel your hand sink with the woman’s big soft boob.

Eunbi lets out a low moan as you squeeze her boob. She continues the kiss while her hands pull down her dress, revealing her big boobs that've been hiding in the black dress. “Your hands are cold,” the woman said as she caught her breath. “Let me warm them for you,” she continues. She holds your two hands, pinning them down behind her two huge boobs. Your palms are holding her hanging boobs from the back of it. Your girlfriend, Yuna, does not have boobs like Eunbi. You now massaging her boobs from the back side, squeezing it down, feeling the soft boobs that are in the palm of your hands. Eunbi soft moans are coming out so you continue the kiss but now squeezing her boobs harder. You can tell she can’t keep the kiss going as she can’t help but to moan about what you’re doing. Eunbi breaks the kiss and lets her head hang on your shoulder. She’s breathing with her mouth open as you know playing her nipples with your fingers. Pulling and pinching her nipples like finding the right tune for her moans.

“Ohhh fuck~” Eunbi got caught suprised as you suck her neck. You took advantage of her head hanging on your shoulder. You start by giving small kisses on her collar bone up to her neck near the ear. The woman twitches with every kiss from you as she’s sensitive in her neck area. You are now sucking her neck in multiple places giving her white soft skin hickes. Eunbi can’t hold her soft moans, this turns you on as you suck her neck longer giving her a bruise like hickey. The calculated woman now looks helpless as she twitches continuously by the way your tongue moves on her neck. The slow licks make the woman convulse in place as you keep holding her in place.

Eunbi is uncomfortable moaning with your tongue on her neck and your fingers playing with her nipples. It gets to the point where nearby units can hear the helpless woman’s moan. You put one hand to cover her mouth while the other tries to pull up her long dress. She noticed what you’re doing so she hurriedly pulled her dress up to her hips level. She holds her long dress while your hand is reaching into her panties. You know that she easily gets wet but you were surprised how soaking wet her panties are. You slowly gracing her slit with your fingers, returning the favor of how she teases you earlier.

The wet woman can’t wait. She is pressing her slits onto your fingers, grinding it to feel that longing sensation. She moves her hips faster while you hold your fingers in place for her to grind into. Eunbi’s moans are muffled between your fingers. You noticed that your hands get wet as the woman is salivating in pleasure. As she grinds her hips in your fingers, her ass hits your bulge multiple times, this makes you dry jump her ass again unto the railing making the woman moan in your hands. Your hand goes in her soaking panties as you look for her clit. You are now pleasing her clit while you continue to dry jump her.

Eunbi moves from hanging her head to your shoulder to holding the railings as she hangs her head over the balcony. Your bulge is still pressed on her round ass as you continue to cover her mouth. You use the wet fingers that she’s been grinding over to open your pants. To reveal your hard cock that’s inside on your outstretched underwear. You move your hard cock upward to her round ass, hitting her slit and her ass in the process. Eunbi moans wildly in your hand as she had enough of the teasing. She wants you inside her right now.

You finally pull down your underwear as your cock springs up hitting her ass. Eunbi felt your cock hit her ass, now she’s reaching over her back to get a hold of it. She wants to put it inside her at the very moment. She moved aside her wet panties and aligned your cock in her entrance. A muffled gasp was felt in your hands as you pushed your cock inside the wet slit. Yuna have a tighter slit, hers feel like a snug fit that is begging to be loosen up while Eunbi’s slit fit your cock like a glove. It conforms to your girth like she only belongs to you. The woman moans in your hand as you put all of your length on her.

You pull your cock just so you can put it deep in her again. You pull your hips in a slow manner and quickly plug your cock deep in her. You felt the woman gasp every time you plunged deep in her. Every time you move your cock inside you, you feel her soft walls hugging your cock. You have been with a few women before but her pussy is the best you ever had. As your momentum increases, Eunbi keeps getting pinned in the railings. The woman is holding on to the metal bar as she is now balancing on top of it. Her upper torso is on top of the railings, her feet are tip -toeing in the balcony but you still keep pounding her, not caring about the danger you’re putting her in. You keep holding her mouth and her waist as you now pound her in a fast rhythm.

Loud muffled moans can be heard as you're hitting her right in her g-spot, she may not be in a safe position to get pound hard but she can’t think about anything right now. You felt that her feet touching your shin woke you out of the bliss. Eunbi is holding on to the railings for dear life because she is now completely off the ground. You quickly pull the woman inside, sitting on the edge of the bed to check up on her. Your guilt quickly vanishes due to the way her eyes look, Eunbi looks annoyed that you stop pounding her. She quickly sits on your lap, pulling your head into a hungry kissing. Her kisses are sloppy and wet, she is chasing the high that you put her through. She wants to get fucked good again.

Eunbi pushes you to lay down, she is now sitting in front of your hard cock. She gives it a few strokes before impaling herself with it. The woman moans as she sits on your whole cock. She moves her hips back and front, riding your cock. Eunbi being on top of you gives you the best view of the woman. Her seductive face that can make you hard just by looking at her and her huge soft boobs. Eunbi continues to ride your cock as she leans forward onto you. Her boobs are now close enough to hit your face but not close enough where you can suck it. Eunbi has a grin on her face, she loves how hard you're trying to catch her boobs with your mouth.

“Aghhh, aghhhhh” the woman was surprised with your sudden pounding. You are now pounding her up to push her upper body closer to you. Eunbi is squatting in the air as you pound her up. Her boobs are now in your mouth. You didn’t notice her face while you were sucking on her soft boobs but Eunbi is smirking, she gets you every time she’s testing you. You fail on her traps over and over again. You went from being hesitant to meet her to doing whatever it takes to savor her whole body. Eunbi puts her hands around your neck, pulling your head in an embrace as you continue to suck the best boobs you ever have.

She runs her fingers in your hair as she throws back her head in a feeling of bliss. Your tongue is running circles on her hard nipples. You have both of your hands squeezing her boobs, using your mouth to alternately give attention to her two huge boobs. You flick her hard nipples using your tongue, sucking it, licking it. Everything your tongue does makes Eunbi moans loudly. She is now sitting on your pounding, meeting your forceful pound as she sits on it on the right rhythm. The sound of flesh colliding is music to the ears for the both of you.

Eunbi pulls back, you look surprised with her sudden movement. She stands up to face the other way. She sits back down on your cock with now having her round fat ass in front of you. Eunbi holds your legs while she puts her ass up just to crash it down in your cock. Her fat ass waves every time she sits on you with a force. Like her boobs, her ass looks well shaped like it’s firm but it is so soft, her fat ass riffles every time her ass hits your body. You slap Eunbi’s fat ass as a way to compliment her movements. She’s fucking you so good it made you can’t let other people experience this too. You want Eunbi all for yourself.

You grab her fat ass with your both hands as it’s your turn to match her rhythm. You pound her up every time she sits back down. Eunbi moans every time your body collides as your cock reaches her deep with every pound. The woman is now pulling her dress up and undressing herself due to how hot her body feels. She stands up in the bed to pull her dress away. The woman is now positioning herself on all fours. Eunbi is now facing the balcony, waiting for you to get in the back.

You know, position yourself in between her round ass. You wet your tip by grazing it to her entrance before putting all of your cock in her in one go. You give her fat ass some few slaps. You hate how much fucking her feels so good. How her pussy fits you perfectly, how her body is made for sex. You start in a fast rhythm, you reach for her ponytail while you continue to pound her from behind. Her ass is now red due to the multiple slaps it received and the times your body collides.

A knock can be heard but your mind is too occupied with three senses; what your cocks feels inside her wet pussy, hearing the sound of flesh colliding with every pound, the sight of waves on her fat ass with your every thrust. Eunbi might heard the knock but her mind is lost in ecstasy. You keep hitting her in the right spot and her mind goes blank. Eunbi didn’t care that you are in a relationship with your new girlfriend as long as you can fuck her this good.

Your new girlfriend is now at the front door, aggressively knocking.

“Open the door, you cheater!” Yuna shouts.

"Lets do one more run towards the end. I wasn't satisfied with the last part, I think both of you can do more." Woozi spoke, his fingers pressing on the button talking to Joshua and Minghao who was in the booth recording for a duet.

Minghao sighed and nodded, Joshua just held his headphones in understanding. The two calmest members of the group, but the last person they'd want to piss off. An enigma of the saying 'The calm before the storm.'

The two went for a few more rounds in the studio, before slowly, the frustration started creeping in, tension building up in the booth until it was showing in their voices.

Truth is, Woozi was doing this on purpose, he believes that there's no better view than you choking and crying on a dick. He would always do it to you, loving the bulge his cock would imprint on your throat, the way your glassy eyes look up at him showing no signs of thinking, completely dumb and cock drunk.

As much as he loves seeing it in first person, he can't help but wonder what it'd look like in second. The boys really have spending alot more time together, Seungkwan's enthusiasm over exhibitionism was starting to get to him.

"Hyung.. I don't think I can do it anymore, it's getting overwhelming. We've been here for hours repeating the same line over and over again. I need a break." Minghao complained, ever so well thought out and collected, but his body language says otherwise. He looked stiff, eyes tired and basically begging for rest.

"I agree, I think it would be better for us to have a break and recollect ourselves, maybe it's the exhaustion that's causing the bad outcomes." Joshua nodded, looking back and forth between his friends.

You open your eyes at the sound of their voice, looking up to Woozi with a hopeful look. He told you of his plans asking for consent, and you eagerly nodded not even a second after the words left his mouth making him chuckle and call you a slut.. which you ultimately got heated up over, and no, you didn't beat him to death, but your pussy may say otherwise.

The pale man was silent for a minute as if he was thinking, before ultimately agreeing and letting the boys out. As the duo leave the booth, Woozi pulls his dick out of your mouth making your saliva drip all over the floor and off his dick.

Rolling his chair to the side, he reveals you to the boys, looking pretty all wet and open wide for the two. "It would be better for you two to release your frustrations rather than have them bottled up, 'no?" Woozi said, dick standing up and and as proud as himself for his plan execution.

"Yeah, definitely." Joshua sighed, pulling his dick out of his pants, getting harder and harder each passing second as you crawl on your fours to get to him. He gives his dick a few strokes before shoving himself in all the way in your mouth.

Joshua, Seventeen's Gentleman, was nothing like the man the public perceives of him. He was anything but gentle, always leaving you bruised and nearly unconscious after fucking you. Cuffing you down, pressing you hard against the bed, everything but being gentle.

Minghao was silent, but he wasn't non threatening, situating himself behind you, his focus immediately zeroed in on your exposed cunt. You were wearing only a thin oversized shirt — probably from Mingyu — and nothing else. What was the point of wearing under wear when it's just gonna be put aside anyways?

The chinese man was known for his relentless and often unfiltered mouth. He wasn't any different in sex, seemingly having developed an oral fixation on your pussy, always eating you out whenever given the chance to. He usually starts off slow, before adding his fingers, and going feral using you.

Your whimpers were muffled by the dick inside your mouth, heavy and big. Joshua surprisingly was starting off slow as well, probably due to the younger kneeling behind you. But his pace doesn't stop him from going rough. Giving you deep, hard thrusts, that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Tears were already rolling of your face, muted gagging sounds emmited from you as he sensually fucked your mouth as if it was your cunt.

Woozi felt like he was in a real life porno. Sitting like a king in his chair with his legs in a manspread, slowly jerking off his hard on. From his perspective, the bulge on your mouth was extremely evident. Him and Joshua were pretty similar in girth, having only an inch difference in length.

From behind you, Minghao was finally starting to quicken his pace. Slender fingers now toying with your cunt, tongue lapping and licking all over you resulting in nasty slurping sounds. He didn't knew whose cum was mixxed with yours, but whoever it was, his diet must be healthy for it to taste this good. Or maybe it was just your magic.

His tongue slides in and out of you, practically cleaning you up to get you ready for a fresh new batch of cum inside of you.

Joshua was now collecting your hair and putting it up in a pony tail, his big hands giving him no struggle with the task. You mentally prepare yourself as this was his ritual before losing all his mercy on you. He groaned as he gives you a deep hard thrust, before pulling out and pushing back in, this time with a much faster, deeper, pace.

Minghao moves his face away from your cunt, opting to finger you instead. His dick was getting painfully hard, having been ignored for too long. His patience runs thin when he's horny.

Finally taking his dick out, he pushes in inside of you, immediately matching with his hyungs pace in a way that he was in fucking into you at the same time Joshua was. Two dicks pressing deeply inside of you at the same time, at the same intervals.

You sounded and looked like a mess. Torn between gagging and moaning. Your face was flushed, full on crying now. Had it not been for Joshua in front of you, your face would be on the floor planted flat right now.

Woozi was shamelessly jerking off while watching the whole thing. His mind has orchestrated alot of masterpieces throughout his life, this was no doubt one of them.

"Agh.. fuck." Joshua strangled out as he came in your mouth, forcing your face into his dick, nose pressing against his pelvis. He was a heavy heavy cummer, emphasize on heavy if it hadn't been yet. Always leaving you full or choking even more on his cum, not just his dick.

Sweat was dripping of his forehead as he look down on you, panting with veins visible all over his arms and face. "Good girl, good job. Take it all. All of it." Joshua praised in a husky voice, clearly worn out from todays activities. But no matter how tired he was, he would never pass out on your hole.

Minghao followed soon after, filling up your other hole with his own cum. He rocks his hip back and forth into you creating a ring of cum around his dick. "Hyung.. look at this." Minghao called out, eyes focused on where the two of you connect.

It was all Woozi needed for him to cum as well. Cursing under his breath as a string of cum spurts out his dick, landing all over his chair, shirt, and even on the floor.

Joshua reached out to his back pocket for his phone. Opening the camera, he hit the record button making surs to catch your face in the frame.

Slowly, he pulled his dick out of you, a flow of his cum dripping out of your mouth. You were panting like a dog, eyes blown out, all fucked out to realize that there was a camera in front of you. Joshua pressed a thumb on your tongue, prompting you to open up more.

He dragged his thumb from your tongue to your lip, spreading cum all over. Angling his phone to where it catches the both of you, he pulled you into a kiss, tasting and cleaning his cum from your mouth. Tongues lapping all over each other, dirty sounds coming from the two of you. Alternating between open mouth kisses to French kissing.