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The cemetery is brutally quiet. It’s the kind of silence that doesn't feel peaceful—it just feels empty.
Y/N stands at the edge of the grass, the hem of Sunghoon’s oversized grey hoodie blowing slightly in the air. She’s wearing it. She wears it everywhere now. The fabric has lost almost all of its expensive lavender fabric softener scent.
The headstone is neat. It has his name carved into it in a clean, minimalist font that she knows he would have approved of.
PARK SUNGHOON
"You really picked a scenic spot," Y/N whispers, her voice cracking. She drops to her knees on the grass, completely uncaring of the mud staining her jeans. "You always liked a good view. Smug bastard."
She tries to laugh, but it turns into a jagged, suffocating sob that catches in her throat. She presses her palms against the cold stone, wishing with every fiber of her being that the granite would warm up, that it would turn into a broad shoulder, a sharp jawline, a hand reaching out to flick her forehead and tell her she’s being dramatic.
"Y/N?"
A soft, fragile voice breaks through the quiet. Y/N flinches, wiping her face hastily with the oversized sleeves of the hoodie as she turns around.
Sunghoon’s mother is standing a few paces back. She looks like she’s aged ten years in a fortnight. Her eyes are hollow, her shoulders smaller than Y/N remembers. In her hands, she’s clutching a small, black velvet jewelry pouch—the exact one Y/N remembers seeing on Sunghoon’s desk a lifetime ago.
"Oh, Mrs. Park," Y/N breathes, scrambling to her feet. "I'm sorry, I can leave if you wanted some time alone with—"
"No, no, stay. Please," his mother says, her voice trembling as she steps forward. She forces a small, heartbreaking smile, her eyes dropping to the grey hoodie swallowing Y/N’s frame. "He... he wanted you to have this. He made me promise to give it to you after the funeral, but I... I needed a few days to find the strength to givr it to you."
She presses the small velvet pouch into Y/N’s hands. Inside, something small and heavy shifts against the fabric.
"There’s a note inside," his mother whispers, her hand lingering on Y/N’s cheek for a second, cold and shaking. "He spent three hours writing it, Y/N. His hands were shaking so badly toward the end, he could barely hold the pen. But he wouldn't let me help him. He said it had to be his own handwriting."
Before Y/N can say anything, his mother gently pats her arm and walks away, leaving her alone with the quiet, the headstone, and the pouch.
Y/N’s fingers are trembling so hard she can barely loosen the drawstring. When she pulls the contents out, the first thing that falls into her palm is the silver ring. The Roman numerals engraved on the inside catch the faint afternoon sunlight.
And then, folded into a tight, neat square at the bottom of the pouch, is a piece of lined notebook paper. Y/N unfolds it slowly.
To the girl in the camo crocs,
if my mom actually did what she was told, you’re holding this ring right now. don’t put it away. put it on. it belongs on your left hand. it always did.
i know you hate me right now. or at least, i hope you do. if you’re reading this and you’re still crying over me, then i failed. i spent the last three months trying to be the villain in your story because i couldn’t bear the thought of being the tragedy.
i remember everything, y/n. i remember the exact coffee shop where we met. i remember the way you look when you’re trying not to laugh at a bad joke. i remember how your hand felt in mine during the winter—you always complained that my hands were like ice, but you never let go anyway.
the night i broke up with you, i sat in my car outside your apartment for four hours. i watched your bedroom light go off. i had the phone in my hand, ready to call you, ready to tell you that i was scared, that i was dying, that i needed you to hold me. but then i thought about your future. i thought about you sitting in a hospital waiting room, watching a heart monitor dictate whether you could breathe that day.
i couldn't do that to you. i loved you too much to destroy your twenties with my ghost.
remember the night at jay’s apartment? when you fell asleep on the armchair? i didn’t leave the grey hoodie on the couch by accident, y/n. i put it over you myself. i stood there for ten minutes just watching you breathe, terrified that it would be the last time i’d ever see you look so peaceful.
i whispered 'i love you' into your hair. you muttered something back. you were half-asleep, and you said: "i know, hoon. i love you more." my heart broke right then. the physical pain of it failing was nothing compared to how much it hurt to know i had to leave you.
i’m writing this from a bed i’m probably not getting out of. my lungs burn. my chest feels like it’s being crushed. but my mind is completely full of you. it’s always been you. three years wasn't enough. thirty years wouldn't have been enough.
be brave for me. let me go, but keep the ring. it’s pure sterling. it won't fade. just like me.
yours, until my heart stopped.
sunghoon.
The wind kicks up, rustling the leaves overhead.
Y/N stands alone in the grass, the note crumpled tightly against her chest as a horrific, guttural sound tears out of her throat. It’s a scream of pure grief, the kind that physically fractures something inside your ribs.
She slides the silver ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly. It’s cold against her skin, a permanent reminder of the boy who spent his final breaths forcing her to hate him, just so she wouldn't have to feel the exact agony that is currently tearing her apart.
Y/N sinks lower into the mud, burying her face into the collar of his grey hoodie, inhaling the faint, disappearing scent of lavender, and realizes that Sunghoon won. He got exactly what he wanted. He saved her from the hospital bed.
But as she stares at his name carved into the stone, her finger gripping the ring, she realizes the ultimate, devastating truth.
He didn't save her from the trauma. He just made her carry it alone.
isa: and with this… this smau comes to an end >w< hope you all enjoyed it or at least enjoyed suffering through it LOL ^^ finally my first real angst and knowing it actually made you feel emotional and even cry a little… that was worth it. >< thank you for sticking with me through the fever delays, the writers block, and all the emotional damage *sobs* i love you guys. don't forget to hydrate and maybe read something fluffy to recover ^^ 🥹
my works do not reflect or represent any idols, places, or organizations mentioned in real life. + my works contain nsfw and suggestive content. minors strictly do not interact.
MULTI ─ MEMBER.
HYUNG LINE.
SENDER UNKNOWN. ── READ.
ᝰ⠀ smau quadrilogy. college!au. fluff. comedy.
four best friends. four unknown numbers. four interesting love stories that come to life under peculiar coincidences, and even more peculiar conversations.
OT7.
MILLION DOLLAR BABY.ᐟ ── READ.
ᝰ⠀ headcanons. non-idol!au. crack / comedy.
what enhypen would post / go viral for if they were just regular schmegular guys with a tiktok account.
이희승┋ LEE HEESEUNG.
POSTING MY EX .ᐟ ── READ.
ᝰ⠀⠀smau oneshot. non-idol!au. fluff. angst.
"posting my ex, because what's he gonna do about it? this is my phone!"
MAGNITUDES & MESSAGES ── READ.
ᝰ⠀⠀oneshot. non-idol!au. angst. fluff.
despite all that went down, you're quite settled on letting lee heeseung be 'the one that got away', and you swear you aren't the type to break no-contact but when the ground starts shaking, you realize your pride isn't worth not letting him know how you really feel.
박종성┋ PARK JONGSEONG.
CHILDREN OF DIVORCE.
➤⠀⠀PART O1 ── PART O2.
ᝰ⠀⠀smau. bf!jay. fluff. comedy. crack.
after a joint realization that your relationship is lacking the usual thrill, you and your boyfriend jay decide to try something new to spice things up. and while the two of you are having the time of your lives, your six friends—or the "kids" you've both unwillingly adopted—are convinced that they're about to be children of divorce.
jake is a chill guy trying to live a chill life but his little bubble of comfort is popped when a number he doesn't recognize starts texting him. no introductions, no explanations— just weird and obscure fun facts from a bizarrely cute stranger.
박성훈┋ PARK SUNGHOON.
ERROR 404: WORD LIMIT REACHED. ── READ.
ᝰ longfic. college!au. fluff. rom-com. angst.
he wouldn't necessarily call himself talkative. sunghoon is just a normal college boy with normal hobbies and interests, so of course he likes talking about those, and he especially likes talking about you— but talking to you? it's an entirely different challenge. and he knows he has to man up and speak up before you get sick of his silence.
CULTIVATE MY LOVE. ── READ.
ᝰ E404 epilogue. drabble collection. college!au.
an offshoot of stories about boyfriend!sunghoon trying his best to keep true to the promise of growing the garden he has. all for you— his angel.
TAKE THE HINT! ── READ.
ᝰ drabble. smut. college!au.
where sunghoon finds a way to get his point across when words aren't enough to get through your stubborn head.
KEEP IT HUSHED. ── READ.
ᝰ drabble. smut. bf!sunghoon.
what sunghoon wants, sunghoon gets—even during a special family trip.
김선우┋ KIM SUNOO.
AFTER THE CAMERAS FLASH. ── READ.
ᝰ oneshot. model!ksn. smut. angst. fluff.
the glitter and glamour of modeling has always been sunoo's life. he's dreamt of it, and he finally got it. when the runway starts becoming too much like his home, you take it upon yourself to give him what he needs. but he realizes that the trade off isn't worth it— not when it's a life without you.
TONGUE — TIED. ── READ.
ᝰ drabble. idol!ksn. fluff. suggestive.
where you just can't take your eyes off of your boyfriend during his shoot!
PRETTY IN PRADA. ── READ.
ᝰ oneshot. idol!ksn. smut. fluff.
people could argue that having a rich boyfriend who spoils you rotten was the dream—but when you tell sunoo all you need is his attention and not his gifts, he decides to spoil you with both at the same time.
양정원┋ YANG JUNGWON.
BREATH OF FRESH AIR. ── READ.
ᝰ drabble. idol!yjw. fluff. slight angst.
your boyfriend can turn even the most mundane, simple activity into something soft & extraordinary.
RUIN THE FRIENDSHIP! ── READ.
ᝰ smau. bestfriend!yjw. fluff. comedy.
you're jungwon's favorite headache—a fact that he can't bring himself to admit, and you can't bring your dense self to realize.
boyfriend!jay × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀after a joint realization that your relationship is lacking the usual thrill, you and your boyfriend jay decide to try something new to spice things up. and while the two of you are having the time of your lives, your six friends—or the "kids" you've both unwillingly adopted—are convinced that they're about to be children of divorce.
MASTERLIST. ┆ CONTAINS ➤ SMAU. hints of college!au. suggestive (mdni). comedy / crack. jay n reader r down bad for each other and also very crazy. found family vibes. established relationship. fluff. angst and toxic relationship dynamics, but not really. profanity. death threats & other highly inappropriate jokes. sunki crumbs bc i have freewill. ignore timestamps & typos. ✮ cameos from enhypen's maknae line ( jungwon, sunoo & ni-ki) & stayc's maknae line. (seeun, yoon / jayoon, j / yeeun. )
𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.ᐟ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡
PART O1 ⠀⠀⠀& ⠀⠀⠀PART O2.
FROM YAN 🐰 ➤ idk how this idea hit me but it has and you all have to bear witness bc i think it's funny and i have to materialize it. :3 part two will be coming out soon. will open one tag list for it so just lmk !!
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synopsis… you claimed you’d never get back with your ex until it was seonghyeon. pairing… seonghyeon x fem!reader genre… exes to lovers, jealousy, and hypocrisy.
synopsis… you claimed you’d never get back with your ex until it was seonghyeon. pairing… seonghyeon x fem!reader genre… exes to lovers, jealousy, and hypocrisy.
Can u pls do bull! Rafe x reader and cuck topper and kelce? They could be in the next room or Rafe facetiming them during it🫢
pov. rafe just loves having a hot girlfriend.
notes. this idea is so fun to me! thank you so very much for requesting this, i love how your head works. i finished this so fast, soon as i saw this request i was literally inspired #fastdelivery
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, foreplay, fingering, cussing, voyeurism, recording during sex, no proof read, teasing, praising, bonus at the end
you knew rafe’s friends wanted you. he made sure of that.
to rafe, his girlfriend wasn’t just a girlfriend, you were a trophy. a prize, something to parade, to claim, to flaunt. he loved showing you off at parties, his hand possessive on your waist, his smirk sharp whenever topper or kelce stared a second too long.
but, of course, rafe was never satisfied with just looking. he loved rubbing it in their faces. he spoiled them with little erotic glimpses of you.
like earlier, you were in the kitchen, bringing the boys fresh drinks in that tiny skirt he loved. you bent over the counter on purpose, the hem riding up just enough, the boys already looking.
rafe didn’t even hesitate. he stepped to the side of you but still being behind you, facing the boys, slowly pulling the skirt up over your ass with one rough hand, to tease, exposing your uncovered ass panties to the living room where topper and kelce were sitting.
“fuck, look at that,” rafe drawled, his palm smoothing over your bare skin, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “this is what you two idiots jerk off thinking about, right?” rafe taunted, looking over at the boys.
you smile, looking over your shoulder at the boys, biting your lip. your hips roll slowly, teasingly, before you stop and start shaking your ass side to side in that filthy little rhythm you knew drove them crazy.
the recoil made topper swallow. rafe chuckles, his palm stays on your ass, squeezing hard to leave a mark. rafe moves fully behind you, making the meeting of your ass against his dick still visible to them while he grinds his hardening cock against your ass.
“look at her,” rafe says, voice thick with arrogance as he stares straight at topper and kelce. “you two pathetic fucks wish this was yours, don’t you? bet you’re already getting hard just watching me play with my girl.” he laughed to himself.
topper shifts on the couch, eyes glued to the way rafe’s hand disappears under your skirt again, fingers slipping between your thighs to rub over your soaked panties. kelce’s face is flushed, jaw tight, but he doesn’t look away.
rafe smirks and moves to the side for them to see him tugging your panties to the side, exposing your glistening pussy to the room. two thick fingers drag slowly up your slit, spreading your wetness while he keeps you bent over the counter.
“fuck, she’s dripping,” he taunts, holding his shiny fingers up so they can see. “this pussy gets like this for me every single time. you think she’d ever get this wet for either of you losers?” he questioned.
he pushes his fingers back inside you without warning, curling them deep as his other hand keeps kneading your ass. you moan softly, pushing back against his hand, and rafe laughs, arousal coated in his tone.
“yeah, that’s it, baby. show them how good you look when i touch you.” he pumps his fingers faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “tell them who this pussy belongs to.” he commands, you gasp, voice shaky with pleasure, “it’s yours, rafe…”
he rewards you by slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, then soothing the sting with his palm while still fingering you.
“that’s right. mine. and you two get to sit there like the sad little losers you are, watching me play with what you’ll never have.” rafe teased.
the teasing didn’t stop there, it never does. rafe always takes it to another level, and his friends would be liars if they said they didn’t like how extreme he was.
rafe dragged you down the hall and into his bedroom, shutting the door hard but not locking it. he pushed you onto the bed on your back, crawling over you with that cocky smirk. his hands were everywhere, teasing you slowly like he wanted the boys in the living room to hear every single sound.
he kissed down your neck, one hand sliding up your skirt to rub your pussy over your soaked panties. “so fucking wet already, yeah?” he murmured against your skin, pressing two thick fingers against your clit and circling lazily. you whimpered, hips rolling up into his touch.
in the living room topper shifted on the couch, his ears open and hearing everything that was going on. kelce swallowed hard, leaning forward. the boy’s eyes meeting as they listened.
rafe pushed your top up, sucking on your tits while his fingers kept teasing your pussy, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back out. he loved making you squirm. “gonna stretch this tight little pussy on my cock,” he said loud enough for them to hear. “you want it?” he toyed.
you nodded and he played with your hair next, fingers threading through it gently at first, then gripping a handful and tugging your head back so he could look down at you. you moaned louder. he smiled and spit directly into your open mouth, watching you swallow it with hazy eyes.
“good girl,” he praised, finally pushing two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them while his thumb rubbed your clit. the wet sounds were loud and filthy.
topper looked away from kelce’s gaze, sighing out his nose to attempt to relax his body and the juices flowing.
kelce’s face was flushed.
rafe kept pumping his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you, all while still gripping your hair. “hear that, baby? they’re listening to every moan i pull out of you.” he added a third finger, making you cry out at the stretch. “feel how big my hand is? wait till you feel my cock.”
minutes later, still knuckle deep in your pussy and playing with your hair, rafe grabbed his phone and facetimed topper. topper answered, kelce right beside him, both of them staring at the screen.
rafe angled the camera down so they could see his fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. he spread you open with his fingers, showing them how wet and stretched you were.
“look at this shit,” rafe taunted, voice low and smug. he slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in deeper, making you moan loudly. “this pussy is mine. you two pathetic fucks just get to sit there and listen… or watch if you’re lucky.” rafe taunted.
he leaned down and spit into your mouth again while still fingering you, then tugged your hair so you arched for the camera. “tell them whose pussy this is, baby.” rafe coos. you gasped, voice shaky, “yours, rafe… only yours.” you moaned.
rafe laughed darkly, eyes locked on his friends’ humiliated faces.
rafe ended the call after teasing them a little longer, tossing the phone aside. he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were face down ass up on the bed. he gripped a handful of your hair, tugging your head back as he lined up his thick cock against your entrance.
“you ready for me, baby?” he asked, rubbing the fat head up and down your soaked slit, teasing you even more. you nodded desperately, pushing back against him.
he pushed in slowly, stretching you open. you gasped sharply, breathing heavy as the sheer size of him made your walls flutter and struggle. “rafe— fuck, you’re so big,” you whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets. “it’s too much… you’re splitting me open.” you squeal.
rafe groaned, pinning you down harder with one strong hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your upper body pressed into the mattress while your ass stayed up for him. “take this dick like a good girl.” he whispered to you, teasingly.
he kept pushing deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out. you were panting, trying to adjust to the stretch, but he didn’t give you long. he started fucking you in deep, steady strokes, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing through the room.
“oh my god— rafe it’s so fucking big,” you moaned loudly, voice breaking. “i can feel you in my stomach… please— give me more.” you beg.
rafe smirked, tightening his grip in your hair as he picked up speed, pounding into you harder. the headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. in the living room, topper and kelce could hear everything; your desperate moans, the filthy wet sounds, rafe’s low grunts.
topper muttered under his breath, and kelce was breathing hard, eyes fixed on the hallway.
rafe leaned over you, still pinning you down with one hand while the other reached around to rub your clit. he spit into your open mouth again when you turned your head, watching you swallow it with teary eyes. “beg for it louder, baby. let them hear how much you love my cock.” he said.
“please rafe! fuck me harder,” you cried out, tears starting to spill down your cheeks from how overwhelming it felt. the pleasure was too intense, his size hitting every spot perfectly. “i need it— you’re so deep, so big… i’m gonna cum—” your body shook as you cried harder, tears soaking the sheets while he kept railing you, never letting up. rafe groaned at the sight, tugging your hair tighter and spitting on your tongue one more time.
“that’s it, cry on my dick like a good little slut. this pussy was made for me. only me.” he possessively said.
rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly, his hand still pinning you down firmly between your shoulder blades while the other stayed tangled in your hair, tugging just right. every deep thrust made you feel impossibly full, his thick cock stretching you wide and hitting so deep it made your eyes roll back.
“rafe— fuck— it’s too big, you’re so deep,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure built unbearably. your whole body was shaking, pussy clenching around his massive dick. “i can’t— i’m gonna cum— please don’t stop—” you plead.
“cum on my cock then, baby,” rafe growled, spitting into your open mouth again as you moaned. you swallowed it desperately, crying harder from how good it felt. “let them hear what a real orgasm sounds like from you.”
your orgasm hit you like a wave. you screamed his name, body convulsing as your pussy gushed around him, walls fluttering and squeezing his thick length so tight. the tears wouldn’t stop, your breathing ragged and broken as you shook underneath him, completely lost in it.
“that’s my good girl,” rafe groaned, fucking you through it, the wet sounds even louder now. in the living room topper was gripping the couch cushion, face red. kelce looked wrecked, shifting uncomfortably because of how hard he was.
rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier, harder, his grip in your hair tightening as he chased his own release. “gonna fill this pussy up,” he panted, leaning down to spit on your tongue one last time. “take every drop like you always do.”
with a deep, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside you. he kept grinding slow and deep, making sure you took everything while you whimpered and twitched underneath him, still coming down from your own intense orgasm.
rafe finally slowed, breathing heavy, still buried inside you as he stroked your hair gently now. “good fucking girl” from the living room, the boys stayed quiet, both of them clearly affected by every sound they’d just heard.
notes. and yes you guys deserve a bonus to this, did the requester ask?? no. but ily
rafe was leaned back against the couch, legs spread wide in that cocky manspread, his thick thighs locking yours open so you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. you were sitting between his legs, back pressed to his chest, head tilted all the way back against his shoulder. one of his big hands was tangled gently in your hair, stroking and playing with it while the other was between your thighs, slowly playing with your soaked pussy.
his phone was propped up on the coffee table, recording everything in perfect view.
“that’s it, baby… just relax for me,” rafe murmured sweetly against your ear, voice low and affectionate as two thick fingers circled your clit lazily. “look how pretty you are like this. my good girl.” he adds.
you whimpered, hips twitching as he dipped his fingers lower and pushed them inside you. the stretch made you moan softly, squirming against his hold. his strong thighs kept your legs spread wide, completely exposed for the camera…for topper and kelce.
“shh, i know it feels big,” he cooed, kissing the side of your neck while slowly pumping his fingers deeper. “but you can take it, can’t you? this tight little pussy always takes what i give her.” he curled his fingers, rubbing that perfect spot inside you, and you cried out, body jerking.
rafe tightened his grip in your hair, not tugging hard, just holding you in place against his shoulder so the camera caught every expression on your face. he leaned in and spit gently into your open mouth, smiling when you swallowed it with a needy little moan.
“good girl,” he praised softly, fingers moving faster now, wet sounds filling the room. “you’re getting so close already, huh? i can feel you squeezing me.” he taunted. your breathing grew heavier, thighs trying to snap shut but unable to because of his manspreading legs pinning you open. “rafe— fuck, it’s too much—”
“i got you, baby,” he whispered tenderly, still playing with your hair while his fingers fucked you deeper. “cum for me. let it happen. i wanna see how pretty you look when you fall apart on my hand.” he continued.
your orgasm crashed over you hard. you squirmed and cried out, head pressing back against his shoulder as your pussy clenched and gushed around his thick fingers. tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, body shaking uncontrollably in his hold.
rafe kept his thighs locked tight around yours, holding you wide open for the camera the whole time. “there she is… such a good fucking girl cumming so pretty for me,” he murmured sweetly, slowing his fingers but not pulling them out, letting you ride it out while he stroked your hair gently. “that’s my baby.” he comments.
he kissed your temple softly as you came down, still recording every twitch and whimper. “gonna send this to the boys later,” he said with a quiet smirk, voice still warm against your ear. “let them see exactly how i take care of what’s mine.”
Can u pls do bull! Rafe x reader and cuck topper and kelce? They could be in the next room or Rafe facetiming them during it🫢
pov. rafe just loves having a hot girlfriend.
notes. this idea is so fun to me! thank you so very much for requesting this, i love how your head works. i finished this so fast, soon as i saw this request i was literally inspired #fastdelivery
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, foreplay, fingering, cussing, voyeurism, recording during sex, no proof read, teasing, praising, bonus at the end
you knew rafe’s friends wanted you. he made sure of that.
to rafe, his girlfriend wasn’t just a girlfriend, you were a trophy. a prize, something to parade, to claim, to flaunt. he loved showing you off at parties, his hand possessive on your waist, his smirk sharp whenever topper or kelce stared a second too long.
but, of course, rafe was never satisfied with just looking. he loved rubbing it in their faces. he spoiled them with little erotic glimpses of you.
like earlier, you were in the kitchen, bringing the boys fresh drinks in that tiny skirt he loved. you bent over the counter on purpose, the hem riding up just enough, the boys already looking.
rafe didn’t even hesitate. he stepped to the side of you but still being behind you, facing the boys, slowly pulling the skirt up over your ass with one rough hand, to tease, exposing your uncovered ass panties to the living room where topper and kelce were sitting.
“fuck, look at that,” rafe drawled, his palm smoothing over your bare skin, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “this is what you two idiots jerk off thinking about, right?” rafe taunted, looking over at the boys.
you smile, looking over your shoulder at the boys, biting your lip. your hips roll slowly, teasingly, before you stop and start shaking your ass side to side in that filthy little rhythm you knew drove them crazy.
the recoil made topper swallow. rafe chuckles, his palm stays on your ass, squeezing hard to leave a mark. rafe moves fully behind you, making the meeting of your ass against his dick still visible to them while he grinds his hardening cock against your ass.
“look at her,” rafe says, voice thick with arrogance as he stares straight at topper and kelce. “you two pathetic fucks wish this was yours, don’t you? bet you’re already getting hard just watching me play with my girl.” he laughed to himself.
topper shifts on the couch, eyes glued to the way rafe’s hand disappears under your skirt again, fingers slipping between your thighs to rub over your soaked panties. kelce’s face is flushed, jaw tight, but he doesn’t look away.
rafe smirks and moves to the side for them to see him tugging your panties to the side, exposing your glistening pussy to the room. two thick fingers drag slowly up your slit, spreading your wetness while he keeps you bent over the counter.
“fuck, she’s dripping,” he taunts, holding his shiny fingers up so they can see. “this pussy gets like this for me every single time. you think she’d ever get this wet for either of you losers?” he questioned.
he pushes his fingers back inside you without warning, curling them deep as his other hand keeps kneading your ass. you moan softly, pushing back against his hand, and rafe laughs, arousal coated in his tone.
“yeah, that’s it, baby. show them how good you look when i touch you.” he pumps his fingers faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “tell them who this pussy belongs to.” he commands, you gasp, voice shaky with pleasure, “it’s yours, rafe…”
he rewards you by slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, then soothing the sting with his palm while still fingering you.
“that’s right. mine. and you two get to sit there like the sad little losers you are, watching me play with what you’ll never have.” rafe teased.
the teasing didn’t stop there, it never does. rafe always takes it to another level, and his friends would be liars if they said they didn’t like how extreme he was.
rafe dragged you down the hall and into his bedroom, shutting the door hard but not locking it. he pushed you onto the bed on your back, crawling over you with that cocky smirk. his hands were everywhere, teasing you slowly like he wanted the boys in the living room to hear every single sound.
he kissed down your neck, one hand sliding up your skirt to rub your pussy over your soaked panties. “so fucking wet already, yeah?” he murmured against your skin, pressing two thick fingers against your clit and circling lazily. you whimpered, hips rolling up into his touch.
in the living room topper shifted on the couch, his ears open and hearing everything that was going on. kelce swallowed hard, leaning forward. the boy’s eyes meeting as they listened.
rafe pushed your top up, sucking on your tits while his fingers kept teasing your pussy, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back out. he loved making you squirm. “gonna stretch this tight little pussy on my cock,” he said loud enough for them to hear. “you want it?” he toyed.
you nodded and he played with your hair next, fingers threading through it gently at first, then gripping a handful and tugging your head back so he could look down at you. you moaned louder. he smiled and spit directly into your open mouth, watching you swallow it with hazy eyes.
“good girl,” he praised, finally pushing two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them while his thumb rubbed your clit. the wet sounds were loud and filthy.
topper looked away from kelce’s gaze, sighing out his nose to attempt to relax his body and the juices flowing.
kelce’s face was flushed.
rafe kept pumping his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you, all while still gripping your hair. “hear that, baby? they’re listening to every moan i pull out of you.” he added a third finger, making you cry out at the stretch. “feel how big my hand is? wait till you feel my cock.”
minutes later, still knuckle deep in your pussy and playing with your hair, rafe grabbed his phone and facetimed topper. topper answered, kelce right beside him, both of them staring at the screen.
rafe angled the camera down so they could see his fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. he spread you open with his fingers, showing them how wet and stretched you were.
“look at this shit,” rafe taunted, voice low and smug. he slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in deeper, making you moan loudly. “this pussy is mine. you two pathetic fucks just get to sit there and listen… or watch if you’re lucky.” rafe taunted.
he leaned down and spit into your mouth again while still fingering you, then tugged your hair so you arched for the camera. “tell them whose pussy this is, baby.” rafe coos. you gasped, voice shaky, “yours, rafe… only yours.” you moaned.
rafe laughed darkly, eyes locked on his friends’ humiliated faces.
rafe ended the call after teasing them a little longer, tossing the phone aside. he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were face down ass up on the bed. he gripped a handful of your hair, tugging your head back as he lined up his thick cock against your entrance.
“you ready for me, baby?” he asked, rubbing the fat head up and down your soaked slit, teasing you even more. you nodded desperately, pushing back against him.
he pushed in slowly, stretching you open. you gasped sharply, breathing heavy as the sheer size of him made your walls flutter and struggle. “rafe— fuck, you’re so big,” you whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets. “it’s too much… you’re splitting me open.” you squeal.
rafe groaned, pinning you down harder with one strong hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your upper body pressed into the mattress while your ass stayed up for him. “take this dick like a good girl.” he whispered to you, teasingly.
he kept pushing deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out. you were panting, trying to adjust to the stretch, but he didn’t give you long. he started fucking you in deep, steady strokes, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing through the room.
“oh my god— rafe it’s so fucking big,” you moaned loudly, voice breaking. “i can feel you in my stomach… please— give me more.” you beg.
rafe smirked, tightening his grip in your hair as he picked up speed, pounding into you harder. the headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. in the living room, topper and kelce could hear everything; your desperate moans, the filthy wet sounds, rafe’s low grunts.
topper muttered under his breath, and kelce was breathing hard, eyes fixed on the hallway.
rafe leaned over you, still pinning you down with one hand while the other reached around to rub your clit. he spit into your open mouth again when you turned your head, watching you swallow it with teary eyes. “beg for it louder, baby. let them hear how much you love my cock.” he said.
“please rafe! fuck me harder,” you cried out, tears starting to spill down your cheeks from how overwhelming it felt. the pleasure was too intense, his size hitting every spot perfectly. “i need it— you’re so deep, so big… i’m gonna cum—” your body shook as you cried harder, tears soaking the sheets while he kept railing you, never letting up. rafe groaned at the sight, tugging your hair tighter and spitting on your tongue one more time.
“that’s it, cry on my dick like a good little slut. this pussy was made for me. only me.” he possessively said.
rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly, his hand still pinning you down firmly between your shoulder blades while the other stayed tangled in your hair, tugging just right. every deep thrust made you feel impossibly full, his thick cock stretching you wide and hitting so deep it made your eyes roll back.
“rafe— fuck— it’s too big, you’re so deep,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure built unbearably. your whole body was shaking, pussy clenching around his massive dick. “i can’t— i’m gonna cum— please don’t stop—” you plead.
“cum on my cock then, baby,” rafe growled, spitting into your open mouth again as you moaned. you swallowed it desperately, crying harder from how good it felt. “let them hear what a real orgasm sounds like from you.”
your orgasm hit you like a wave. you screamed his name, body convulsing as your pussy gushed around him, walls fluttering and squeezing his thick length so tight. the tears wouldn’t stop, your breathing ragged and broken as you shook underneath him, completely lost in it.
“that’s my good girl,” rafe groaned, fucking you through it, the wet sounds even louder now. in the living room topper was gripping the couch cushion, face red. kelce looked wrecked, shifting uncomfortably because of how hard he was.
rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier, harder, his grip in your hair tightening as he chased his own release. “gonna fill this pussy up,” he panted, leaning down to spit on your tongue one last time. “take every drop like you always do.”
with a deep, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside you. he kept grinding slow and deep, making sure you took everything while you whimpered and twitched underneath him, still coming down from your own intense orgasm.
rafe finally slowed, breathing heavy, still buried inside you as he stroked your hair gently now. “good fucking girl” from the living room, the boys stayed quiet, both of them clearly affected by every sound they’d just heard.
notes. and yes you guys deserve a bonus to this, did the requester ask?? no. but ily
rafe was leaned back against the couch, legs spread wide in that cocky manspread, his thick thighs locking yours open so you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. you were sitting between his legs, back pressed to his chest, head tilted all the way back against his shoulder. one of his big hands was tangled gently in your hair, stroking and playing with it while the other was between your thighs, slowly playing with your soaked pussy.
his phone was propped up on the coffee table, recording everything in perfect view.
“that’s it, baby… just relax for me,” rafe murmured sweetly against your ear, voice low and affectionate as two thick fingers circled your clit lazily. “look how pretty you are like this. my good girl.” he adds.
you whimpered, hips twitching as he dipped his fingers lower and pushed them inside you. the stretch made you moan softly, squirming against his hold. his strong thighs kept your legs spread wide, completely exposed for the camera…for topper and kelce.
“shh, i know it feels big,” he cooed, kissing the side of your neck while slowly pumping his fingers deeper. “but you can take it, can’t you? this tight little pussy always takes what i give her.” he curled his fingers, rubbing that perfect spot inside you, and you cried out, body jerking.
rafe tightened his grip in your hair, not tugging hard, just holding you in place against his shoulder so the camera caught every expression on your face. he leaned in and spit gently into your open mouth, smiling when you swallowed it with a needy little moan.
“good girl,” he praised softly, fingers moving faster now, wet sounds filling the room. “you’re getting so close already, huh? i can feel you squeezing me.” he taunted. your breathing grew heavier, thighs trying to snap shut but unable to because of his manspreading legs pinning you open. “rafe— fuck, it’s too much—”
“i got you, baby,” he whispered tenderly, still playing with your hair while his fingers fucked you deeper. “cum for me. let it happen. i wanna see how pretty you look when you fall apart on my hand.” he continued.
your orgasm crashed over you hard. you squirmed and cried out, head pressing back against his shoulder as your pussy clenched and gushed around his thick fingers. tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, body shaking uncontrollably in his hold.
rafe kept his thighs locked tight around yours, holding you wide open for the camera the whole time. “there she is… such a good fucking girl cumming so pretty for me,” he murmured sweetly, slowing his fingers but not pulling them out, letting you ride it out while he stroked your hair gently. “that’s my baby.” he comments.
he kissed your temple softly as you came down, still recording every twitch and whimper. “gonna send this to the boys later,” he said with a quiet smirk, voice still warm against your ear. “let them see exactly how i take care of what’s mine.”
pairing: bi!sunghoon x sub!reader x bi!jake || wc: 2.6k || cw: smut! best friends!sunghoon and jake, voyeurism, masturbation, threesome, kissing, making out, oral (f and m rec.), handjobs, fingering, breast/nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), cum play, mxm, dirty talk, strong language, use of petnames, mentions of alcohol || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: this was all thanks to this request and i'm unwell haha.
the three of you have always been close — too close, some people say. jake, sunghoon, and you. best friends since the beginning of college, the kind who share late-night snacks, inside jokes that make no sense to outsiders, and secrets that could ruin reputations if they ever got out. but this particular secret is new, and it’s deliciously dangerous.
you’re in jake’s apartment tonight, the one with the big couch and the soft lighting he always leaves on because he knows you like it. you’re dating jake — sort of. it started as hooking up after one too many drunk nights, but it’s evolved into something warmer, more consistent. it feels exclusive, even if you haven’t put a label on it yet. sunghoon knows everything. he always does. he’s seen the hickeys on your neck, heard the muffled sounds through the walls when he crashes on the couch, and never once made it weird.
until tonight.
“i’ve been thinking,” sunghoon says casually from his spot on the armchair, long legs stretched out. he’s nursing a beer, eyes flicking between you and jake on the couch. you’re curled into jake’s side, his arm draped around your shoulders, fingers playing lazily with the strap of your tank top.
jake raises an eyebrow, teeth flashing as he smiles. “dangerous words coming from you, hoon.”
sunghoon’s gaze lingers on you a second too long, then shifts to jake. there’s something darker in his eyes tonight, a curiosity that’s been building for weeks. “i want to watch.”
the words drop like a stone into still water. you freeze, heat flooding your face. jake’s hand stills on your shoulder.
sunghoon nods, not backing down. his cheeks are faintly pink but his jaw is set. “yeah. you two. i know you’re fucking. i’ve known for a while. and i… i’m curious. about how it looks. how you are with her.”
you swallow hard, glancing at jake. he’s watching sunghoon carefully, but there’s no anger there — just intrigue, and maybe a spark of something hotter. jake has always been open, playful in bed. this wouldn’t be the first boundary you two have pushed.
“you sure?” you ask sunghoon softly. “it might… change things, or make them weird.”
“i’m sure,” he says, voice steady. “if you’re both okay with it.”
jake looks at you, searching your face. you bite your lip, then nod. the idea sends a thrill through you — sunghoon’s intense stare on you while jake touches you. you’ve always found sunghoon attractive, tall and sharp-featured with that quiet intensity. knowing he wants to see you like this… it’s intoxicating, to say the least.
“okay,” jake says, grinning that charming grin. “but you stay in the chair unless we say otherwise.”
sunghoon settles back, legs spreading a little wider, beer forgotten on the side table.
jake turns to you first, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a slow kiss. it’s familiar, warm, the kind that always makes your stomach flutter. his tongue slides against yours lazily, deepening it as his hand trails down your neck, thumb brushing your collarbone. you sigh into his mouth, already melting.
sunghoon’s breathing is audible across the room.
jake peels your tank top off slowly, exposing your bra. he kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot he knows drives you crazy. you arch into him, fingers threading through his soft hair. when he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, letting it fall away, you hear sunghoon shift in his seat.
“fuck,” sunghoon breathes. his voice is rough already. “she’s gorgeous.”
jake smiles against your skin. “isn’t she?” he palms one of your breasts, thumb circling your nipple until it hardens. you moan softly, eyes fluttering open to look at sunghoon.
he’s watching intently, lips parted, one hand gripping the arm of the chair. his eyes are dark, fixed on every movement.
jake lays you back on the couch, stripping your shorts and panties down your legs. you’re completely bare now, and sunghoon’s gaze drags over you like he's physically touching you — your breasts, the curve of your waist, the wetness already glistening between your thighs.
“touch her,” sunghoon says quietly. it’s not a demand, but there’s hunger in it.
jake chuckles softly and spreads your legs, settling between them. he kisses down your stomach, then lower, tongue flicking out to taste you. you gasp, back arching as he licks broad stripes over your clit, sucking gently. your hand flies to his hair, hips rolling against his mouth.
sunghoon leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees. his eyes are glued to where jake’s tongue is working you open. “does she taste good?” he asks, voice strained.
“so fucking good,” jake murmurs against you, the vibrations making you whimper. he pushes two fingers inside you slowly, curling them just right while his mouth stays on your clit.
you’re moaning louder now, eyes locked with sunghoon’s. the way he’s watching you — like he’s starving — pushes you closer to the edge faster than usual.
but then jake pulls back, stripping his own shirt off. sunghoon’s gaze shifts immediately to jake’s toned chest, the way his abs flex as he moves. jake catches it and smirks, but doesn’t comment. he sheds his pants and boxers, cock hard and leaking as he strokes himself once.
sunghoon’s breath catches audibly. his eyes widen a fraction, pupils blown as he stares at jake’s length, then at the way jake lines himself up with your entrance.
“ready, baby?” jake asks you, but his eyes flick to sunghoon too.
you nod desperately. jake pushes in slowly, stretching you open with that perfect burn. you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out. he starts thrusting, deep and steady, the wet sounds of your bodies filling the room.
sunghoon is breathing harder. his hand presses against the front of his jeans, palming himself openly now. but it’s not just you he’s staring at. his eyes keep darting to jake — the flex of his back muscles, the way his hips snap forward, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the low groans he makes every time you clench around him.
something shifts in sunghoon’s expression. realization. heat. confusion and want all at once.
“jake…” he whispers, almost to himself. his hand slips inside his jeans, wrapping around his own cock as he watches his best friend fuck you. the sight of jake’s cock disappearing into you over and over, glistening with your arousal, combined with your breathy moans — it’s too much.
he’s hard as steel, throbbing in his own grip, and the arousal hitting him while watching jake is undeniable. he always knew he liked you. the little attractions, the lingering hugs, the way he’d get jealous when jake touched you. but this — the way his stomach tightens seeing jake’s flushed chest, the veins on his forearms, the way his jaw clenches in pleasure — it’s new. overwhelming. bi awakening crashing over him like a wave.
“hoon,” you gasp, reaching a hand toward him. “come closer.”
sunghoon hesitates only a second before standing, jeans open, cock heavy in his hand as he moves to the edge of the couch. up close, he can see everything — the way jake’s cock stretches you, the slick sounds, your face twisted in ecstasy.
jake slows his thrusts, looking up at sunghoon with dark eyes. “you like watching me fuck her?”
sunghoon swallows hard, nodding. his voice is wrecked. “yeah. fuck, i do. both of you… i didn’t expect—”
“it’s okay,” you whisper, cupping his cheek. your thumb brushes his lower lip. “touch yourself while he fucks me. or… touch us.”
that breaks the last of his restraint.
sunghoon leans down and kisses you first — hesitant, then hungry, tongue sliding against yours as jake starts thrusting again. you moan into sunghoon’s mouth, one hand on his chest, the other reaching down to wrap around his cock. he’s big, hot, leaking precum as you stroke him in time with jake’s movements.
“shit,” sunghoon groans against your lips. “your hand feels so good.”
jake watches the two of you, hips snapping harder. “he’s pretty when he’s desperate, isn’t he, baby?”
you nod, dazed, squeezing sunghoon’s cock a little tighter. sunghoon’s free hand finds your breast, pinching your nipple while he kisses you deeper. then, almost shyly at first, his other hand reaches out to touch jake’s shoulder, sliding down his back, feeling the muscles move as jake fucks you.
jake shivers under the touch but doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans into it.
then, the dynamic shifts. jake pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your hands and knees so you’re facing sunghoon. “suck him while i fuck you from behind.”
you don’t hesitate. you take sunghoon into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head as he groans loudly, hand gently guiding your head. jake thrusts back into you, deeper in this position, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. every thrust pushes you further onto sunghoon’s cock, and the sounds are obscene — wet gagging, skin slapping, broken moans from all three of you.
sunghoon’s eyes are fixed on jake now too, watching his best friend pound into you, hands gripping your hips. “jake… you look so fucking hot like this,” he admits breathlessly, the words spilling out in the heat of it. “both of you. i can’t— i didn’t know i wanted this too.”
jake reaches over your back, grabbing sunghoon’s free hand and pulling it to your hip, then lower, guiding sunghoon’s fingers to where his cock is sliding in and out of you. sunghoon groans at the feeling — the stretch, the wetness, the way you flutter around jake.
“touch me too,” jake says roughly.
sunghoon does, hesitant at first, then bolder — palming jake’s balls, then wrapping fingers around the base of jake’s cock as it moves. jake moans loudly, hips stuttering.
the three of you move together like that for what feels like hours — a messy, perfect rhythm that blurs time and leaves the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
you’re on your hands and knees on the couch, mouth full of sunghoon’s cock as you suck him sloppily, spit dripping down your chin while your tongue swirls around the head and takes him deeper with every forward rock of your body.
jake is behind you, fucking you in steady, deep thrusts that punch the breath out of your lungs every time he bottoms out. the wet, obscene sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixes with your muffled moans and sunghoon’s low, broken groans.
sunghoon’s hand is gentle in your hair, not forcing but guiding, his thumb stroking your cheek almost reverently even as his cock twitches on your tongue. his other hand keeps wandering — brushing over your back, then reaching further to touch jake wherever he can reach. fingers tracing the flexing muscles of jake’s shoulder, sliding down the sweat-slick line of his spine, then lower, palming jake’s ass as he thrusts into you. every new touch makes sunghoon’s breath hitch harder, like he’s still shocked by how much he wants this.
“fuck… look at you,” sunghoon murmurs, voice wrecked and awed. “taking both of us so well.”
jake groans in agreement, one hand gripping your hip tightly while the other reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles. “she’s perfect. so fucking wet for us. you feel how tight she gets when you touch me, hoon? she loves it.”
sunghoon nods shakily, eyes locked on where jake’s cock disappears inside you over and over, glistening with your arousal. the sight combined with the heat of your mouth around him is driving him insane. his hips start twitching forward more desperately, fucking your throat a little deeper as his usual cool composure completely unravels.
eventually jake slows his thrusts, pulling out with a wet sound that makes you whine around sunghoon’s cock. he flips you gently onto your back, spreading your legs wide. “your turn, hoon. fuck her while she strokes me.”
sunghoon doesn’t need to be told twice. he moves between your thighs, eyes dark and hungry as he lines himself up. he pushes in slowly at first, savoring every inch, jaw dropping at the tight, wet heat enveloping him. “oh my god… baby,” he breathes, the pet name slipping out naturally. he bottoms out with a shudder, staying still for a moment just to feel you clench around him.
you reach for jake, wrapping your hand around his slick cock and stroking him steadily. jake leans down to kiss you messily, tongue sliding against yours while sunghoon starts moving — gentle, rolling thrusts at first, like he’s memorizing the feeling. but it doesn’t stay gentle for long. his control snaps, hips speeding up until he’s thrusting deep and hard, the couch creaking beneath you. every snap of his hips forces broken moans from your throat.
sunghoon pants, moaning both your name and jake’s in the same breath like he can’t separate the pleasure anymore. “feels so good… both of you.”
jake kisses you harder, then pulls back just enough to lean over and capture sunghoon’s mouth in a kiss — tentative at first, testing, lips brushing softly. sunghoon freezes for half a second, then surges forward into it, turning the kiss deep and filthy, tongues tangling as he keeps fucking you harder. the sight alone makes you clench around him.
it’s overwhelming. it's fucking perfect. the air is thick with moans and gasps and the wet sounds of bodies moving together. sunghoon’s hand finds one of your breasts, pinching your nipple while jake’s fingers return to your clit, rubbing fast. you’re caught between them, pleasure building impossibly high until it crashes over you.
you come first with a sharp cry, back arching clean off the couch as your walls flutter and squeeze around sunghoon’s cock. the intensity triggers his own orgasm almost immediately — he buries himself deep, hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a loud, broken moan of your name mixed with jake’s. his whole body trembles through it, face buried against your neck.
jake follows seconds later, stroking himself furiously over your bodies. thick ropes of cum paint your stomach, your breasts, and sunghoon’s chest where he’s still leaning over you. jake groans deeply, milking every last drop as he watches the mess he’s made on both of you.
after that, the three of you collapse in a tangled, sweaty pile on the couch. limbs are everywhere — sunghoon’s head resting heavily on your stomach, breathing hard against your skin, while jake sprawls half on top of both of you, one arm wrapped protectively around your waist and the other draped over sunghoon’s back. the room feels warm and hazy, hearts still racing as the high slowly ebbs.
sunghoon’s breathing is still shaky as he processes everything, fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip. after a long silence, he lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh.
“that was… my bi awakening, i think,” he admits quietly, voice hoarse. “i knew i liked her. i’ve liked her for a while. the way she laughs, the way she fits between us… but watching you, jake — fuck. the way you moved, the sounds you made, how you looked fucking her… i didn’t expect to want that too. want you too.”
jake presses a gentle kiss to sunghoon’s temple, then leans over to kiss your forehead, his dimples soft and warm. “good. because we’re not done tonight. not even close. we’ve got all night to figure this out… together.”
you smile sleepily, contentment settling deep in your chest as your fingers card gently through sunghoon’s damp hair. the three of you — best friends who have always been a little too close, a little too intertwined — finally feel like something more. lovers. a unit. whatever this is now, it fits perfectly, like it was always meant to be this way.
and there are many more nights ahead where curious eyes turn into wandering hands, shared pleasure, and something that feels a lot like love.
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pairing: bi!sunghoon x sub!reader x bi!jake || wc: 2.6k || cw: smut! best friends!sunghoon and jake, voyeurism, masturbation, threesome, kissing, making out, oral (f and m rec.), handjobs, fingering, breast/nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), cum play, mxm, dirty talk, strong language, use of petnames, mentions of alcohol || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: this was all thanks to this request and i'm unwell haha.
the three of you have always been close — too close, some people say. jake, sunghoon, and you. best friends since the beginning of college, the kind who share late-night snacks, inside jokes that make no sense to outsiders, and secrets that could ruin reputations if they ever got out. but this particular secret is new, and it’s deliciously dangerous.
you’re in jake’s apartment tonight, the one with the big couch and the soft lighting he always leaves on because he knows you like it. you’re dating jake — sort of. it started as hooking up after one too many drunk nights, but it’s evolved into something warmer, more consistent. it feels exclusive, even if you haven’t put a label on it yet. sunghoon knows everything. he always does. he’s seen the hickeys on your neck, heard the muffled sounds through the walls when he crashes on the couch, and never once made it weird.
until tonight.
“i’ve been thinking,” sunghoon says casually from his spot on the armchair, long legs stretched out. he’s nursing a beer, eyes flicking between you and jake on the couch. you’re curled into jake’s side, his arm draped around your shoulders, fingers playing lazily with the strap of your tank top.
jake raises an eyebrow, teeth flashing as he smiles. “dangerous words coming from you, hoon.”
sunghoon’s gaze lingers on you a second too long, then shifts to jake. there’s something darker in his eyes tonight, a curiosity that’s been building for weeks. “i want to watch.”
the words drop like a stone into still water. you freeze, heat flooding your face. jake’s hand stills on your shoulder.
sunghoon nods, not backing down. his cheeks are faintly pink but his jaw is set. “yeah. you two. i know you’re fucking. i’ve known for a while. and i… i’m curious. about how it looks. how you are with her.”
you swallow hard, glancing at jake. he’s watching sunghoon carefully, but there’s no anger there — just intrigue, and maybe a spark of something hotter. jake has always been open, playful in bed. this wouldn’t be the first boundary you two have pushed.
“you sure?” you ask sunghoon softly. “it might… change things, or make them weird.”
“i’m sure,” he says, voice steady. “if you’re both okay with it.”
jake looks at you, searching your face. you bite your lip, then nod. the idea sends a thrill through you — sunghoon’s intense stare on you while jake touches you. you’ve always found sunghoon attractive, tall and sharp-featured with that quiet intensity. knowing he wants to see you like this… it’s intoxicating, to say the least.
“okay,” jake says, grinning that charming grin. “but you stay in the chair unless we say otherwise.”
sunghoon settles back, legs spreading a little wider, beer forgotten on the side table.
jake turns to you first, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a slow kiss. it’s familiar, warm, the kind that always makes your stomach flutter. his tongue slides against yours lazily, deepening it as his hand trails down your neck, thumb brushing your collarbone. you sigh into his mouth, already melting.
sunghoon’s breathing is audible across the room.
jake peels your tank top off slowly, exposing your bra. he kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot he knows drives you crazy. you arch into him, fingers threading through his soft hair. when he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, letting it fall away, you hear sunghoon shift in his seat.
“fuck,” sunghoon breathes. his voice is rough already. “she’s gorgeous.”
jake smiles against your skin. “isn’t she?” he palms one of your breasts, thumb circling your nipple until it hardens. you moan softly, eyes fluttering open to look at sunghoon.
he’s watching intently, lips parted, one hand gripping the arm of the chair. his eyes are dark, fixed on every movement.
jake lays you back on the couch, stripping your shorts and panties down your legs. you’re completely bare now, and sunghoon’s gaze drags over you like he's physically touching you — your breasts, the curve of your waist, the wetness already glistening between your thighs.
“touch her,” sunghoon says quietly. it’s not a demand, but there’s hunger in it.
jake chuckles softly and spreads your legs, settling between them. he kisses down your stomach, then lower, tongue flicking out to taste you. you gasp, back arching as he licks broad stripes over your clit, sucking gently. your hand flies to his hair, hips rolling against his mouth.
sunghoon leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees. his eyes are glued to where jake’s tongue is working you open. “does she taste good?” he asks, voice strained.
“so fucking good,” jake murmurs against you, the vibrations making you whimper. he pushes two fingers inside you slowly, curling them just right while his mouth stays on your clit.
you’re moaning louder now, eyes locked with sunghoon’s. the way he’s watching you — like he’s starving — pushes you closer to the edge faster than usual.
but then jake pulls back, stripping his own shirt off. sunghoon’s gaze shifts immediately to jake’s toned chest, the way his abs flex as he moves. jake catches it and smirks, but doesn’t comment. he sheds his pants and boxers, cock hard and leaking as he strokes himself once.
sunghoon’s breath catches audibly. his eyes widen a fraction, pupils blown as he stares at jake’s length, then at the way jake lines himself up with your entrance.
“ready, baby?” jake asks you, but his eyes flick to sunghoon too.
you nod desperately. jake pushes in slowly, stretching you open with that perfect burn. you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out. he starts thrusting, deep and steady, the wet sounds of your bodies filling the room.
sunghoon is breathing harder. his hand presses against the front of his jeans, palming himself openly now. but it’s not just you he’s staring at. his eyes keep darting to jake — the flex of his back muscles, the way his hips snap forward, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the low groans he makes every time you clench around him.
something shifts in sunghoon’s expression. realization. heat. confusion and want all at once.
“jake…” he whispers, almost to himself. his hand slips inside his jeans, wrapping around his own cock as he watches his best friend fuck you. the sight of jake’s cock disappearing into you over and over, glistening with your arousal, combined with your breathy moans — it’s too much.
he’s hard as steel, throbbing in his own grip, and the arousal hitting him while watching jake is undeniable. he always knew he liked you. the little attractions, the lingering hugs, the way he’d get jealous when jake touched you. but this — the way his stomach tightens seeing jake’s flushed chest, the veins on his forearms, the way his jaw clenches in pleasure — it’s new. overwhelming. bi awakening crashing over him like a wave.
“hoon,” you gasp, reaching a hand toward him. “come closer.”
sunghoon hesitates only a second before standing, jeans open, cock heavy in his hand as he moves to the edge of the couch. up close, he can see everything — the way jake’s cock stretches you, the slick sounds, your face twisted in ecstasy.
jake slows his thrusts, looking up at sunghoon with dark eyes. “you like watching me fuck her?”
sunghoon swallows hard, nodding. his voice is wrecked. “yeah. fuck, i do. both of you… i didn’t expect—”
“it’s okay,” you whisper, cupping his cheek. your thumb brushes his lower lip. “touch yourself while he fucks me. or… touch us.”
that breaks the last of his restraint.
sunghoon leans down and kisses you first — hesitant, then hungry, tongue sliding against yours as jake starts thrusting again. you moan into sunghoon’s mouth, one hand on his chest, the other reaching down to wrap around his cock. he’s big, hot, leaking precum as you stroke him in time with jake’s movements.
“shit,” sunghoon groans against your lips. “your hand feels so good.”
jake watches the two of you, hips snapping harder. “he’s pretty when he’s desperate, isn’t he, baby?”
you nod, dazed, squeezing sunghoon’s cock a little tighter. sunghoon’s free hand finds your breast, pinching your nipple while he kisses you deeper. then, almost shyly at first, his other hand reaches out to touch jake’s shoulder, sliding down his back, feeling the muscles move as jake fucks you.
jake shivers under the touch but doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans into it.
then, the dynamic shifts. jake pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your hands and knees so you’re facing sunghoon. “suck him while i fuck you from behind.”
you don’t hesitate. you take sunghoon into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head as he groans loudly, hand gently guiding your head. jake thrusts back into you, deeper in this position, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. every thrust pushes you further onto sunghoon’s cock, and the sounds are obscene — wet gagging, skin slapping, broken moans from all three of you.
sunghoon’s eyes are fixed on jake now too, watching his best friend pound into you, hands gripping your hips. “jake… you look so fucking hot like this,” he admits breathlessly, the words spilling out in the heat of it. “both of you. i can’t— i didn’t know i wanted this too.”
jake reaches over your back, grabbing sunghoon’s free hand and pulling it to your hip, then lower, guiding sunghoon’s fingers to where his cock is sliding in and out of you. sunghoon groans at the feeling — the stretch, the wetness, the way you flutter around jake.
“touch me too,” jake says roughly.
sunghoon does, hesitant at first, then bolder — palming jake’s balls, then wrapping fingers around the base of jake’s cock as it moves. jake moans loudly, hips stuttering.
the three of you move together like that for what feels like hours — a messy, perfect rhythm that blurs time and leaves the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
you’re on your hands and knees on the couch, mouth full of sunghoon’s cock as you suck him sloppily, spit dripping down your chin while your tongue swirls around the head and takes him deeper with every forward rock of your body.
jake is behind you, fucking you in steady, deep thrusts that punch the breath out of your lungs every time he bottoms out. the wet, obscene sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixes with your muffled moans and sunghoon’s low, broken groans.
sunghoon’s hand is gentle in your hair, not forcing but guiding, his thumb stroking your cheek almost reverently even as his cock twitches on your tongue. his other hand keeps wandering — brushing over your back, then reaching further to touch jake wherever he can reach. fingers tracing the flexing muscles of jake’s shoulder, sliding down the sweat-slick line of his spine, then lower, palming jake’s ass as he thrusts into you. every new touch makes sunghoon’s breath hitch harder, like he’s still shocked by how much he wants this.
“fuck… look at you,” sunghoon murmurs, voice wrecked and awed. “taking both of us so well.”
jake groans in agreement, one hand gripping your hip tightly while the other reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles. “she’s perfect. so fucking wet for us. you feel how tight she gets when you touch me, hoon? she loves it.”
sunghoon nods shakily, eyes locked on where jake’s cock disappears inside you over and over, glistening with your arousal. the sight combined with the heat of your mouth around him is driving him insane. his hips start twitching forward more desperately, fucking your throat a little deeper as his usual cool composure completely unravels.
eventually jake slows his thrusts, pulling out with a wet sound that makes you whine around sunghoon’s cock. he flips you gently onto your back, spreading your legs wide. “your turn, hoon. fuck her while she strokes me.”
sunghoon doesn’t need to be told twice. he moves between your thighs, eyes dark and hungry as he lines himself up. he pushes in slowly at first, savoring every inch, jaw dropping at the tight, wet heat enveloping him. “oh my god… baby,” he breathes, the pet name slipping out naturally. he bottoms out with a shudder, staying still for a moment just to feel you clench around him.
you reach for jake, wrapping your hand around his slick cock and stroking him steadily. jake leans down to kiss you messily, tongue sliding against yours while sunghoon starts moving — gentle, rolling thrusts at first, like he’s memorizing the feeling. but it doesn’t stay gentle for long. his control snaps, hips speeding up until he’s thrusting deep and hard, the couch creaking beneath you. every snap of his hips forces broken moans from your throat.
sunghoon pants, moaning both your name and jake’s in the same breath like he can’t separate the pleasure anymore. “feels so good… both of you.”
jake kisses you harder, then pulls back just enough to lean over and capture sunghoon’s mouth in a kiss — tentative at first, testing, lips brushing softly. sunghoon freezes for half a second, then surges forward into it, turning the kiss deep and filthy, tongues tangling as he keeps fucking you harder. the sight alone makes you clench around him.
it’s overwhelming. it's fucking perfect. the air is thick with moans and gasps and the wet sounds of bodies moving together. sunghoon’s hand finds one of your breasts, pinching your nipple while jake’s fingers return to your clit, rubbing fast. you’re caught between them, pleasure building impossibly high until it crashes over you.
you come first with a sharp cry, back arching clean off the couch as your walls flutter and squeeze around sunghoon’s cock. the intensity triggers his own orgasm almost immediately — he buries himself deep, hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a loud, broken moan of your name mixed with jake’s. his whole body trembles through it, face buried against your neck.
jake follows seconds later, stroking himself furiously over your bodies. thick ropes of cum paint your stomach, your breasts, and sunghoon’s chest where he’s still leaning over you. jake groans deeply, milking every last drop as he watches the mess he’s made on both of you.
after that, the three of you collapse in a tangled, sweaty pile on the couch. limbs are everywhere — sunghoon’s head resting heavily on your stomach, breathing hard against your skin, while jake sprawls half on top of both of you, one arm wrapped protectively around your waist and the other draped over sunghoon’s back. the room feels warm and hazy, hearts still racing as the high slowly ebbs.
sunghoon’s breathing is still shaky as he processes everything, fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip. after a long silence, he lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh.
“that was… my bi awakening, i think,” he admits quietly, voice hoarse. “i knew i liked her. i’ve liked her for a while. the way she laughs, the way she fits between us… but watching you, jake — fuck. the way you moved, the sounds you made, how you looked fucking her… i didn’t expect to want that too. want you too.”
jake presses a gentle kiss to sunghoon’s temple, then leans over to kiss your forehead, his dimples soft and warm. “good. because we’re not done tonight. not even close. we’ve got all night to figure this out… together.”
you smile sleepily, contentment settling deep in your chest as your fingers card gently through sunghoon’s damp hair. the three of you — best friends who have always been a little too close, a little too intertwined — finally feel like something more. lovers. a unit. whatever this is now, it fits perfectly, like it was always meant to be this way.
and there are many more nights ahead where curious eyes turn into wandering hands, shared pleasure, and something that feels a lot like love.
pairing: bi!sunghoon x sub!reader x bi!jake || wc: 2.6k || cw: smut! best friends!sunghoon and jake, voyeurism, masturbation, threesome, kissing, making out, oral (f and m rec.), handjobs, fingering, breast/nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), cum play, mxm, dirty talk, strong language, use of petnames, mentions of alcohol || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: this was all thanks to this request and i'm unwell haha.
the three of you have always been close — too close, some people say. jake, sunghoon, and you. best friends since the beginning of college, the kind who share late-night snacks, inside jokes that make no sense to outsiders, and secrets that could ruin reputations if they ever got out. but this particular secret is new, and it’s deliciously dangerous.
you’re in jake’s apartment tonight, the one with the big couch and the soft lighting he always leaves on because he knows you like it. you’re dating jake — sort of. it started as hooking up after one too many drunk nights, but it’s evolved into something warmer, more consistent. it feels exclusive, even if you haven’t put a label on it yet. sunghoon knows everything. he always does. he’s seen the hickeys on your neck, heard the muffled sounds through the walls when he crashes on the couch, and never once made it weird.
until tonight.
“i’ve been thinking,” sunghoon says casually from his spot on the armchair, long legs stretched out. he’s nursing a beer, eyes flicking between you and jake on the couch. you’re curled into jake’s side, his arm draped around your shoulders, fingers playing lazily with the strap of your tank top.
jake raises an eyebrow, teeth flashing as he smiles. “dangerous words coming from you, hoon.”
sunghoon’s gaze lingers on you a second too long, then shifts to jake. there’s something darker in his eyes tonight, a curiosity that’s been building for weeks. “i want to watch.”
the words drop like a stone into still water. you freeze, heat flooding your face. jake’s hand stills on your shoulder.
sunghoon nods, not backing down. his cheeks are faintly pink but his jaw is set. “yeah. you two. i know you’re fucking. i’ve known for a while. and i… i’m curious. about how it looks. how you are with her.”
you swallow hard, glancing at jake. he’s watching sunghoon carefully, but there’s no anger there — just intrigue, and maybe a spark of something hotter. jake has always been open, playful in bed. this wouldn’t be the first boundary you two have pushed.
“you sure?” you ask sunghoon softly. “it might… change things, or make them weird.”
“i’m sure,” he says, voice steady. “if you’re both okay with it.”
jake looks at you, searching your face. you bite your lip, then nod. the idea sends a thrill through you — sunghoon’s intense stare on you while jake touches you. you’ve always found sunghoon attractive, tall and sharp-featured with that quiet intensity. knowing he wants to see you like this… it’s intoxicating, to say the least.
“okay,” jake says, grinning that charming grin. “but you stay in the chair unless we say otherwise.”
sunghoon settles back, legs spreading a little wider, beer forgotten on the side table.
jake turns to you first, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a slow kiss. it’s familiar, warm, the kind that always makes your stomach flutter. his tongue slides against yours lazily, deepening it as his hand trails down your neck, thumb brushing your collarbone. you sigh into his mouth, already melting.
sunghoon’s breathing is audible across the room.
jake peels your tank top off slowly, exposing your bra. he kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot he knows drives you crazy. you arch into him, fingers threading through his soft hair. when he reaches behind you to unhook your bra, letting it fall away, you hear sunghoon shift in his seat.
“fuck,” sunghoon breathes. his voice is rough already. “she’s gorgeous.”
jake smiles against your skin. “isn’t she?” he palms one of your breasts, thumb circling your nipple until it hardens. you moan softly, eyes fluttering open to look at sunghoon.
he’s watching intently, lips parted, one hand gripping the arm of the chair. his eyes are dark, fixed on every movement.
jake lays you back on the couch, stripping your shorts and panties down your legs. you’re completely bare now, and sunghoon’s gaze drags over you like he's physically touching you — your breasts, the curve of your waist, the wetness already glistening between your thighs.
“touch her,” sunghoon says quietly. it’s not a demand, but there’s hunger in it.
jake chuckles softly and spreads your legs, settling between them. he kisses down your stomach, then lower, tongue flicking out to taste you. you gasp, back arching as he licks broad stripes over your clit, sucking gently. your hand flies to his hair, hips rolling against his mouth.
sunghoon leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees. his eyes are glued to where jake’s tongue is working you open. “does she taste good?” he asks, voice strained.
“so fucking good,” jake murmurs against you, the vibrations making you whimper. he pushes two fingers inside you slowly, curling them just right while his mouth stays on your clit.
you’re moaning louder now, eyes locked with sunghoon’s. the way he’s watching you — like he’s starving — pushes you closer to the edge faster than usual.
but then jake pulls back, stripping his own shirt off. sunghoon’s gaze shifts immediately to jake’s toned chest, the way his abs flex as he moves. jake catches it and smirks, but doesn’t comment. he sheds his pants and boxers, cock hard and leaking as he strokes himself once.
sunghoon’s breath catches audibly. his eyes widen a fraction, pupils blown as he stares at jake’s length, then at the way jake lines himself up with your entrance.
“ready, baby?” jake asks you, but his eyes flick to sunghoon too.
you nod desperately. jake pushes in slowly, stretching you open with that perfect burn. you moan loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out. he starts thrusting, deep and steady, the wet sounds of your bodies filling the room.
sunghoon is breathing harder. his hand presses against the front of his jeans, palming himself openly now. but it’s not just you he’s staring at. his eyes keep darting to jake — the flex of his back muscles, the way his hips snap forward, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the low groans he makes every time you clench around him.
something shifts in sunghoon’s expression. realization. heat. confusion and want all at once.
“jake…” he whispers, almost to himself. his hand slips inside his jeans, wrapping around his own cock as he watches his best friend fuck you. the sight of jake’s cock disappearing into you over and over, glistening with your arousal, combined with your breathy moans — it’s too much.
he’s hard as steel, throbbing in his own grip, and the arousal hitting him while watching jake is undeniable. he always knew he liked you. the little attractions, the lingering hugs, the way he’d get jealous when jake touched you. but this — the way his stomach tightens seeing jake’s flushed chest, the veins on his forearms, the way his jaw clenches in pleasure — it’s new. overwhelming. bi awakening crashing over him like a wave.
“hoon,” you gasp, reaching a hand toward him. “come closer.”
sunghoon hesitates only a second before standing, jeans open, cock heavy in his hand as he moves to the edge of the couch. up close, he can see everything — the way jake’s cock stretches you, the slick sounds, your face twisted in ecstasy.
jake slows his thrusts, looking up at sunghoon with dark eyes. “you like watching me fuck her?”
sunghoon swallows hard, nodding. his voice is wrecked. “yeah. fuck, i do. both of you… i didn’t expect—”
“it’s okay,” you whisper, cupping his cheek. your thumb brushes his lower lip. “touch yourself while he fucks me. or… touch us.”
that breaks the last of his restraint.
sunghoon leans down and kisses you first — hesitant, then hungry, tongue sliding against yours as jake starts thrusting again. you moan into sunghoon’s mouth, one hand on his chest, the other reaching down to wrap around his cock. he’s big, hot, leaking precum as you stroke him in time with jake’s movements.
“shit,” sunghoon groans against your lips. “your hand feels so good.”
jake watches the two of you, hips snapping harder. “he’s pretty when he’s desperate, isn’t he, baby?”
you nod, dazed, squeezing sunghoon’s cock a little tighter. sunghoon’s free hand finds your breast, pinching your nipple while he kisses you deeper. then, almost shyly at first, his other hand reaches out to touch jake’s shoulder, sliding down his back, feeling the muscles move as jake fucks you.
jake shivers under the touch but doesn’t pull away. if anything, he leans into it.
then, the dynamic shifts. jake pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your hands and knees so you’re facing sunghoon. “suck him while i fuck you from behind.”
you don’t hesitate. you take sunghoon into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head as he groans loudly, hand gently guiding your head. jake thrusts back into you, deeper in this position, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. every thrust pushes you further onto sunghoon’s cock, and the sounds are obscene — wet gagging, skin slapping, broken moans from all three of you.
sunghoon’s eyes are fixed on jake now too, watching his best friend pound into you, hands gripping your hips. “jake… you look so fucking hot like this,” he admits breathlessly, the words spilling out in the heat of it. “both of you. i can’t— i didn’t know i wanted this too.”
jake reaches over your back, grabbing sunghoon’s free hand and pulling it to your hip, then lower, guiding sunghoon’s fingers to where his cock is sliding in and out of you. sunghoon groans at the feeling — the stretch, the wetness, the way you flutter around jake.
“touch me too,” jake says roughly.
sunghoon does, hesitant at first, then bolder — palming jake’s balls, then wrapping fingers around the base of jake’s cock as it moves. jake moans loudly, hips stuttering.
the three of you move together like that for what feels like hours — a messy, perfect rhythm that blurs time and leaves the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
you’re on your hands and knees on the couch, mouth full of sunghoon’s cock as you suck him sloppily, spit dripping down your chin while your tongue swirls around the head and takes him deeper with every forward rock of your body.
jake is behind you, fucking you in steady, deep thrusts that punch the breath out of your lungs every time he bottoms out. the wet, obscene sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixes with your muffled moans and sunghoon’s low, broken groans.
sunghoon’s hand is gentle in your hair, not forcing but guiding, his thumb stroking your cheek almost reverently even as his cock twitches on your tongue. his other hand keeps wandering — brushing over your back, then reaching further to touch jake wherever he can reach. fingers tracing the flexing muscles of jake’s shoulder, sliding down the sweat-slick line of his spine, then lower, palming jake’s ass as he thrusts into you. every new touch makes sunghoon’s breath hitch harder, like he’s still shocked by how much he wants this.
“fuck… look at you,” sunghoon murmurs, voice wrecked and awed. “taking both of us so well.”
jake groans in agreement, one hand gripping your hip tightly while the other reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles. “she’s perfect. so fucking wet for us. you feel how tight she gets when you touch me, hoon? she loves it.”
sunghoon nods shakily, eyes locked on where jake’s cock disappears inside you over and over, glistening with your arousal. the sight combined with the heat of your mouth around him is driving him insane. his hips start twitching forward more desperately, fucking your throat a little deeper as his usual cool composure completely unravels.
eventually jake slows his thrusts, pulling out with a wet sound that makes you whine around sunghoon’s cock. he flips you gently onto your back, spreading your legs wide. “your turn, hoon. fuck her while she strokes me.”
sunghoon doesn’t need to be told twice. he moves between your thighs, eyes dark and hungry as he lines himself up. he pushes in slowly at first, savoring every inch, jaw dropping at the tight, wet heat enveloping him. “oh my god… baby,” he breathes, the pet name slipping out naturally. he bottoms out with a shudder, staying still for a moment just to feel you clench around him.
you reach for jake, wrapping your hand around his slick cock and stroking him steadily. jake leans down to kiss you messily, tongue sliding against yours while sunghoon starts moving — gentle, rolling thrusts at first, like he’s memorizing the feeling. but it doesn’t stay gentle for long. his control snaps, hips speeding up until he’s thrusting deep and hard, the couch creaking beneath you. every snap of his hips forces broken moans from your throat.
sunghoon pants, moaning both your name and jake’s in the same breath like he can’t separate the pleasure anymore. “feels so good… both of you.”
jake kisses you harder, then pulls back just enough to lean over and capture sunghoon’s mouth in a kiss — tentative at first, testing, lips brushing softly. sunghoon freezes for half a second, then surges forward into it, turning the kiss deep and filthy, tongues tangling as he keeps fucking you harder. the sight alone makes you clench around him.
it’s overwhelming. it's fucking perfect. the air is thick with moans and gasps and the wet sounds of bodies moving together. sunghoon’s hand finds one of your breasts, pinching your nipple while jake’s fingers return to your clit, rubbing fast. you’re caught between them, pleasure building impossibly high until it crashes over you.
you come first with a sharp cry, back arching clean off the couch as your walls flutter and squeeze around sunghoon’s cock. the intensity triggers his own orgasm almost immediately — he buries himself deep, hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a loud, broken moan of your name mixed with jake’s. his whole body trembles through it, face buried against your neck.
jake follows seconds later, stroking himself furiously over your bodies. thick ropes of cum paint your stomach, your breasts, and sunghoon’s chest where he’s still leaning over you. jake groans deeply, milking every last drop as he watches the mess he’s made on both of you.
after that, the three of you collapse in a tangled, sweaty pile on the couch. limbs are everywhere — sunghoon’s head resting heavily on your stomach, breathing hard against your skin, while jake sprawls half on top of both of you, one arm wrapped protectively around your waist and the other draped over sunghoon’s back. the room feels warm and hazy, hearts still racing as the high slowly ebbs.
sunghoon’s breathing is still shaky as he processes everything, fingers tracing idle patterns on your hip. after a long silence, he lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh.
“that was… my bi awakening, i think,” he admits quietly, voice hoarse. “i knew i liked her. i’ve liked her for a while. the way she laughs, the way she fits between us… but watching you, jake — fuck. the way you moved, the sounds you made, how you looked fucking her… i didn’t expect to want that too. want you too.”
jake presses a gentle kiss to sunghoon’s temple, then leans over to kiss your forehead, his dimples soft and warm. “good. because we’re not done tonight. not even close. we’ve got all night to figure this out… together.”
you smile sleepily, contentment settling deep in your chest as your fingers card gently through sunghoon’s damp hair. the three of you — best friends who have always been a little too close, a little too intertwined — finally feel like something more. lovers. a unit. whatever this is now, it fits perfectly, like it was always meant to be this way.
and there are many more nights ahead where curious eyes turn into wandering hands, shared pleasure, and something that feels a lot like love.
SYNOPSIS your new life was meant to be fun, new city, new job, new friends. But when the universe somehow places you in the same living quarters as your old crush Sim Jaeyun, things get a lot more complicated. You just want to move on acting like you never even knew him, but he’s determined to prove otherwise. While he knows for a fact you still like him, everyone else can’t help but think you’re just not into him.
LOG ; ❝ SHES JUST NOT INTO YOU ❞ ─── sim jaeyun & fem!rea ⭑.ᐟ summer romance / coming of age / smau + written ∿ contains ! lifeguard enhypen ꫂ Ot7───★˙ nainai’s library !!
NAIS CALLING ᭪ I think this may be the longest chapter I’ve written in smau history, sorry if theres any typos rn but i also feel like typos make it more real
西村力 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 3.6k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、dom!riki、sub!reader、alcohol consumption、degradation/humilation、semi-public sex、kitchen sex、exhibitionsim、biting、manhandling、size & bulge kink、hung!riki、dacryphilia、doggy position、unprotected sex (don't do this)、breeding kink、creampie、vague cum swallowing、petnames used: baby、needy/poor thing、pretty girl、princess⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ just when i thought i had the day off...opened twt only to see this clip and 😵💫 i flew to lin's dms and we've been a mess ever since 😭 thank her and my fucked up brain for concoting this filth, the mush my brain's become is unlikely to change 🫠 the title's also inspired by the audio for this beautiful edit...(sighs) anyways, i hope someone enjoys this lmao, much loveeeee! <333
You knew this would happen. You knew it would, yet you let the chaos unfold. Engage in the slow-moving crash you had no brakes for, and you're entirely to blame.
A weekend away, surrounded by a mix of yours and Riki's friends, shedding everyday melancholy and retreating to a rented mansion built by the hands of luxury, high ceilings and polished floors, severely out your price range but better as a pooled splurge. After all, it's been so long since you've all been together ─ meat and vegetables on the grill, wine bottles littering the dining table on the balcony you sit on, laughing with no troubles. It's everything your heart's longed for, adoring eyes given to everyone around you despite the antics of your boyfriend, his cheeks flushed with the throaty hiccup of his laughter, using any chance he gets to annoy you.
You reprimanded him, of course. But it's water off his back, cooed over by your friends who say you'll bicker all the same into old age together. Timidity flames beneath your cheeks, not helped by the warmth of alcohol coursing through your body, making you antsy, itch out your skin as your foot taps to the speaker's music. You could do with some water, jugs of it cleared at the table. Perhaps a salty snack too, excusing yourself from the table with a hand on your friend's shoulder before your chair drags, your figure stumbling to its stand.
"Sure you'll manage?" Riki teases, forehead creased with the mirth rife in his smirk. "Bit unstable there."
"I'm just fine," you firm, the joking drop of his jaw earning him a stuck-out tongue, childish on your behalf but you're too tipsy to care. Those around you laughing along as you amble back into the house, pushing back sliding doors and peeking through drawn curtains, pattering into the kitchen with all its lights on.
You're only alone with your thoughts for so long before the door slides open, music filtering through. It's a song queued by Riki, no doubt in your mind as the heavy bass thumps, raunchy lyrics meant for Tiktok thirst traps and edits blaring. Your eyes roll, bending over to look in the low cupboards for your beloved snack amongst cabinet groceries. Something salty, something to bite into.
And of course, who is your boyfriend if not a menace?
He's come up behind you, dancing his way to his destination during the inattention you paid him, pausing in the cast of your shadow. The sliding doors are closed, curtains drawn, but you can still hear some semblance of the ongoing song, lyrics murmured about making someone come and Riki just─
His large hands fall to your hips, fake banging you as he raps along, laughing because he's sick and twisted. Laughing at the shock jolting you in his hold, how your body stumbles a touch forwards because he's not all that stable either and accidentally bumps into you, hands grappling the countertop so it doesn't barrel into your forehead.
"Riki." Your voice carries a warning, not the least bit amused.
"Whaaat?" he drags the vowel, continuing to fake bang you from behind. Still laughing. "No one's around."
"That's besides the─" he bumps into you again, sending you into a brace. Your throat bobs, eyebrows drawn. "─the point."
Your curt tone is nothing but a source of amusement to him, his chuckle light and taunting as his hands firm on the curve of your waist, bumping into you again.
"You're just embarrassed because you love it," he reasons, doomed with that stupid chuckle of this. "Can't get angry at me when you're worse on wine."
True. An unnecessary truth. Because with wine-blurred googles on, your brain makes the trek to its memory, flashes of moments when the same taste lingered on your tongue, your tear eyes and desperate pleas taking up the majority as you'd been folded every way you begged for.
God.
"Hm? Did I make you remember something?" Riki's on a mission to annoy you, his hips ceasing but presence there ─ hovering for you like bait. A dangled carrot your hips have no shame in chasing, hinged backwards as the flesh of your ass falls back on his bulge, indulging. "You're cute when you're like this…"
His words pause, ears peaking in anticipation as your eyes flutter closed, grip adjusting against the countertop's edge as your bottom lip folds in a mess of teeth. Molten lava swirls in the pits of your stomach at the clothed press, gashing away at the little self-restraint you wish you had.
"Cockdrunk."
The word hits you like a tonne of bricks, back an inch straightened as shame makes itself known, in the dirty mix of your belly even so while your eyes blink fiercely, head turning to the sliding doors just metres away.
"Riki."
"Say the word and I'll pull your panties aside," he's doing it again. Fake banging you, which should irritate you, your body jutting forwards with the real force he puts into his motions, except─ "Ease the ache you're trying to hide,"
"Bet you're wet too," he notes, your head needing not to turn to know the shit-eating grin marking his face, one hand deserting your hips as it slithers undettered beneath the frill of your skirt to where he gets his answer. "Shit,"
"Please,"
Something's wrong with you. Something must be wrong with you, the wine doing all the talking because you're yielding. Relenting to something only the dark corners of your mind can conjure, hips seeking his as you sink into the feel of him, half hard with fingertips ghosting over your panty-clad cunt.
"Fuck you?" he has the audacity in questioning. "Oh, you'll have to ask me nicely. None of this rubbing shit against me,"
He stalls your hips mid-hinge, a frustrated whine an auto-response as your head starts to spin, swimming in an abyss of nothing but filth.
"Riki," you hate how brittle your voice sounds, so desperate to be pleased. "Come on, please? I can't─I need it."
"Need what?" his favourite pastime is taunting you, ever so evident as his fingertip dips into the hollow of your entrance, closing around the vacant spot he's quick to desert. "At this point, fake banging you might just get you off. I know you're all teary eyed too ─ poor baby."
"Let's check," his hand comes to your jaw, the hand where you wanted him most leaving and craning your neck to put your face in view, a sad and frustrated gloss sparkling your eyes. "Crying from two places, you poor thing,"
If he has pity for you, it's without substance, his hand back under your skirt as your expression sours, head hung as you catch a glimpse of his ghosting hand. "You know you've soaked through these already, right?"
"Were you sat there with all our friends, crossing your legs, reprimanding me because you were so pent up?" he questions, reading you like an open book. His finger trails down the spine of your book as his middle finger pushes in your entrance again, teasing you to no end. "I wouldn't be surprised if you leaked onto your seat."
"Put it in," is your sharp remark, wavering under the buckle of need rushing through. "This isn't funny."
"It is a little. Watching you squirm," you hear his smirk, another bump against you done as a prompt. "Say please."
"Please."
It comes out quick. Unhurried, breaking the half-hearted facade you'd constructed for yourself, his finger pushed deep enough for a soft squelch to sound, licked off his fingers in a smack that scatters goosebumps across your heating skin. "Fuck,"
"Bend over."
You're already bent, on show for anyone who could stumble upon the sight, but you know Riki. Knows how he likes you, how you'll comply to his wishes to a tea as the arch in your back deepens, its bow rewarded by his satisfactory chest-born hum. He doesn't pull your panties to the side, a knack for putting you beneath him as he tugs them down to bunch around your knees coming together, relinquishing the pressure-built over his teasing, worsened by the sound of ruffling clothes, the clink of his undoing belt swarming your head with deep lust.
With your skirt bunched up, he lifts the material higher, your entire ass on show to bring out a sheepish yelp, chilled air meeting hair-standing skin as his buckle and unzipped trousers graze the back of your thighs. His tip slides from beneath, catching onto your entrance to paint it in the precome it beads with, sliding further up to knock against your clit, Riki getting his kick out of watching you squirm once again.
"I'm putting it in," he warns like he needs to, smirk hanging on the end of his words. "Any last words?"
"Stop messing arou─"
Syllables are left to die on your tongue, falling into the back of your throat as it clogs with a shaken inhale. It's immense ─ the feeling your body's hotwired for, the stretch of him pushing through to walls that can't help give him a warm welcome, folding and moulding to ridges and veins as he does a torturously slow slide into you. Your jaw pops with its unhinge, too lost for words and thankful your arms are already placed on the countertop, elbows digging with your sinking weight as nails pierce into your palm, fist coming together with a white-knuckle hue.
He doesn't stop until he's at the hilt, so snug where he resides, at least allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Above you, you hear him stifle a moan, a racked whimper gritted out in a broken groan, only amplifying the dangerous swirl in your stomach. Your walls flutter at the sound, an invitation to proceed that he takes, momentarily stopped because he knows he's abrasive like this ─ too much to handle, but you love it anyways, skin sweat-veiled and humming for what awaits as Riki drags himself back by inches, pulling out until only his tip's left in you.
Your skirt's bunched up even more, your whole lower back on show. A hand once used to line himself into you comes to the plush of your ass, kneading the flesh to spread you further, Riki sinking in soon after with a groan only described as animalistic.
"You have no idea how good you look right now," he grits out, voice gravel in your ears as he starts off with slow strokes, accustoming you to the stretch of his cock, feeding off the prolonged squelches that come with it. "Is this all for me, baby?"
You're a slave to your own pleasure, soft gasp rasped in your throat having gone dry, saliva gulped down in a mewl as he fills you over and over again, not in the way that scratches your desperate itch but enough to melt you into putty.
"God, you sound so needy," he moans, rings welding into your skin with the heft of his grip, hips picking up speed to your detriment. "Gripping me so tight. God, I just have my hands full with you, don't I?"
"Riki," you whine helplessly, left with nothing but the echo of your smacked skin together in the lulls of your voice.
"I never get tired of watching my cock go in and out of you," he voices, memorised. Eyes trained on where you meet, your own hips falling back to his pelvis, too eager for decorum. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere. Give me a little breathing room,"
"Is it because you can't wait or," he chuckles, leaning over to hover his lips over your ear. "Am I too big for you?"
His chuckle haunts you, warm wind blown past your flushed ears as he purposely knocks harder into you, impaling wails out of you as you simply take what he gives ─ bent over a sparkling kitchen counter, panties of shame hung at your knees while your tongue's lolled out like you're in heat.
If anyone could see you right now…the shame would ruin you.
"Ah, ah ─ needy, needy thing," Riki makes a mockery of your moans, something that ticks in your brain, walls doing a vice grip on his cock. "Taking all of me because you're too cockdrunk to think otherwise. Feels good, princess?"
"So good, oh my─" the words are sloshed in your mouth, weighted down by your tongue that feels too big for its container, eyes glazed over and unfocused. "Don't stop. Please?"
"I won't, princess," he has the heart to confirm, too far gone in his own lust as he pistons into you, just as needy. "Even if someone comes in, I'll keep going. Give you what you really want."
The moment is marked by something you'd rather forget, of course brought to light by your dearest boyfriend.
"Did you just clench?" he huffs, incredulous."Oh baby, you tell on yourself so bad. It's cute."
His chest falls over your back again in what's meant to be an embrace, quickly souring as his wrapped arms stumble upon something. An open secret he voices regardless.
"Oh?" his arms unwind, one hand on your hip and the other splayed over your lower stomach, the faint outline of his cock pressing against his palm. "I can feel myself here. Is that why you're so incoherent?"
"Because you're stuffed full?"
Nails scrape into the marble countertops, hard enough to break off with how delirious you feel, your brain a hot pile of melting mush between your ears as you get drunk off Riki's words, panting as if already exhausted.
A firm palm presses into the small of your back, your arch emphasized with the cold graze of his chunky bracelets, whimper clawed back as your hand slaps against your mouth, the angle he's moulded you into hitting deepest. Moisture threatens to clump your lashes together, lust conjuring a storm in the stomach he's actively trying to rearrange, hands bruising against skin as smacked skin sounds, urgent and echoed by the slick between your legs.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, limbs dreadfully unstable.
"You're holding back," he grunts behind you, his tone a lick of sinister work. Amused, always so fucking amused. "Keeping all your pretty moans to yourself. You know I'll fuck them out of you, right?"
"Let all our friends hear how good you're at taking cock," he insists, making a point of bringing your hips harder into his, smacked skin deafening in your ringing ears. "That what you want? Them knowing how dirty you are?"
It's too much and not enough. You always get like this, so docile, so lost in your desires and the sensations of it all that the brink of release is nothing but a short distance away, fogged over by your clouded thoughts but undeniably there. The pleasured stretch of his cock bullying into you, his hand accented with cold rings firmed against your lower stomach, the ecstasy pumping rife through your blood, rendering you the mess you're quickly crumbling to.
"W-wait, I'm gonna─"
"Don't tell me you're coming," A huffed chuckle sounds behind you, the hand he has on your shoulder pushing your hair off it, down to your back with his fingers left on your accelerated pulse. "Wine makes you so easy, baby. Haven't even touched your clit."
It detaches. His hand on a mission under your body, meant to destroy you from within. "Lemme─"
"Where'd they go?"
A pin drops. Silence, and painstaking horror. Enough fear to drain the rushing blood in you, body a mannequin as you're frozen in place.
The glass doors leading to the kitchen push further, wind blowing in, meat still sizzling on the grill as the voice speaks again.
"She went to grab some snacks but," Sunoo seemingly deflates, a presumably pout on his lips as hands smack down at his sides. "Riki just left."
"He's probably terrorising her," Jake reasons, laughing as he does. They're venturing further into the kitchen, right where you once were. "He loves to get under her skin."
Hidden behind a nearby wall, your head burrows into the hard surface, tears smudging into the clean paint coat as your body curls into itself, an attempt to make yourself as small and unseen as possible.
Riki had manhandled you, circled arms around your middle, plucking you off your useless feet only meant to dangle as he'd retreated behind the wall. His cock was in you the entire time, burrowed too deep to leave, and with each knock into your sweet spot, paralysed by incoming company and his steps, you'd been a goner.
An absolute goner.
"He's right," a dark whisper crawls in your ear, lips brushed against the shell of your ear. You shiver violently. "Little does he know…"
"Should we save her?" Sunoo asks, still loitering in the kitchen, cupboards creaking as they open.
"Nah, let them be," Jake thankfully responds, a cabinet door shutting in his wake. "They'll come back soon enough. I need another drink,"
"I'll get one, I guess…"
"Sure you can handle another?" Jake teases, mirth rife in his teased words. "You said you get 'weird' when you're drunk,"
"Shut up! That was one time!" Sunoo yells, voice carrying as they venture back outside, sliding doors closing with a resounding click.
The house is eerily quiet, murmurs of outside noise blocked off, making inside noise all the more stark. Your shaken pants, the ruffle of grated clothing, Riki's cock doing a slow plunge back into your slick-lined walls, only removed to his tip and pushed back in to hear you squeal.
"This excites you?" he teases, voice a dark husk only submerging you further. "Almost getting caught? You're clenching around me so hard,"
He's close again, not deterred by the bow of your back as his chest presses into you, teeth grazed over in a bite he sinks into at the bottom of your earlobe, a pained whimper dragging your nails into drywall.
"Or is it because you want me to breed you?" he asks, a rhetorical question nonetheless. Because you both know the answer, how ever much you wish to deny it. "It's okay, I know how you like your hole stuffed."
A dial's turned, to the max where there's no return, shameless in the thrusts you're nearly punished by, Riki fully knocking you into the wall you're sobbing into, your lips pleading for mercy to wash over you.
"I'll give you a nice load, send you back out with these stupid soaked panties on," he grunts, the palm of his hand on the back of your head, pushing you into the wall for leverage as he bruises you from within. "Good luck not messing the place. I'm backed up,"
You break. Shatter in premeditated pieces because your fuzzy mind can't handle anything, delicate to the touch as miraged images infiltrate. The indecency of his words, the shame coming with them ─ questioning looks, raised eyebrows, thoughts kept to your friends when they've discovered how unkept you are ─ the feeling. The unadulterated pleasure taking over your entire being, submerged in everything Riki gives you to where, you have no choice but to shake.
"Ah, there you go. There's my baby," he coos, the howl of laughter following after his condescending words. "Just watch you shake. You're so close, aren't you?"
You nod into drywall, tears staining your flamed cheeks.
"Poor thing, it's okay. You should come," he encourages, taking false pity that only unravels you more. His bracelets jangle, fevered fingertips having collected slick and rubbing against your clit, the pull and push of his cock ontop of the sensation too much to bare. "Come and I'll give you all mine. Come on, pretty girl. Let Riki know how good you feel,"
You detonate. Timer on its last digits, pushed over by words you'll think of long afterwards, back of your hand inched up the wall for your lips to magnetise to, a loud shriek in no way muffled before teeth hinge into skin, eyes squeezed shut with cascading tears as you orgasm. You're not yourself, hollowed out and entirely separate from the body existing in a parallel universe, soul free-floating out its case as it lays witness to the convulsions you're condemned to, a prisoner to your release as it racks through you with devastating destruction.
Falling apart right before him, Riki groans. Hungry and needy, his teeth bury into the flesh of your quivering shoulder as his hips pistons a few more times, half-hearted strokes with his last strain used to knock right up into you, your body forced to the tips of your toes in a high squeal. Hot come coats your walls, like he'd cornered you for wanting and the warmth blends with the hot mess you feel, a malleable puddle slumping against the wall Riki pins you against, arms bracketing your head.
Time passes on, the gathering outside still ongoing with hearty laughs and thumping music, and you're here. The laboured cycle of your breath, the sweat lining your skin cooling as you regain a normal pace of breath, fingertips digging into the wall for stability meanwhile your body's already pinned, Riki a hot brand on your back as his tongue darts out, licking a stripe of salt off the column of your neck, to which he groans.
"We're fucking on the bed next," he mumbles into your skin, smile pressed into it as your head swivels, eyes wide in alarm. "Didn't get to see your pretty face enough when you came."
Fuck wine. You're burning every vineyard and dispensary to the ground.
After you've had your fill.
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𝖨𝖭 𝖶𝖧𝖨𝖢𝖧 - riki, the popular boy in the university, gets paired up with you, the quiet and smart girl for a school project. you try to push yourself and riki to work, but he keeps trying to distract you. long story short, he’s in love with you.
𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤: smau, classmates to 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋s
𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲: suggestive jokes, y/n lowk mean 💔, jake being jake
boyfriend!jay × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀after a joint realization that your relationship is lacking the usual thrill, you and your boyfriend jay decide to try something new to spice things up. and while the two of you are having the time of your lives, your six friends—or the "kids" you've both unwillingly adopted—are convinced that they're about to be children of divorce.
MASTERLIST. ┆ CONTAINS ➤ SMAU. hints of college!au. suggestive (mdni). comedy / crack. jay n reader r down bad for each other and also very crazy. found family vibes. established relationship. fluff. angst and toxic relationship dynamics, but not really. profanity. death threats & other highly inappropriate jokes. sunki crumbs bc i have freewill. ignore timestamps & typos. ✮ cameos from enhypen's maknae line ( jungwon, sunoo & ni-ki) & stayc's maknae line. (seeun, yoon / jayoon, j / yeeun. )
𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.ᐟ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡
PART O1 ⠀⠀⠀& ⠀⠀⠀PART O2.
FROM YAN 🐰 ➤ idk how this idea hit me but it has and you all have to bear witness bc i think it's funny and i have to materialize it. :3 part two will be coming out soon. will open one tag list for it so just lmk !!
