mona

Spilled coffee had been where it all began.

Two weeks ago, in the crowded campus café, you’d been juggling your laptop and a too-full cup, and Jake Shim had turned too quickly, his elbow connecting with your arm. The hot liquid had splashed across your wrist and the front of your white sweater.

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry,” he’d blurted, his eyes wide with genuine panic. He’d grabbed a wad of napkins, dabbing at your sweater with an awkward, earnest care that was somehow endearing. “Let me… ah, shit—I’ll buy you a new one. Or, let me take you out. To make up for it. Please?”

You’d known of Jake. Everyone did. He was the kind of guy who was the textbook definition of cool: captain of the football team, always surrounded by friends. You’d harbored a quiet, year-long crush on him ever since you shared an elective, and then you’d nursed it from a safe distance. You’d never actually spoken to him until that moment, your skin stinging, your sweater ruined.

“It’s okay,” you’d said, your voice steadier than you felt. “Really.”

But he’d insisted. He got your number, texted an apology later that night, and then, true to his word, took you out for dinner and a movie. It was surprisingly normal, surprisingly sweet.

But tonight was his house party, and you were determined to get laid this time. You’d come with moral support, dragging your best friend Ari along. “I need you,” you’d pleaded. “You gotta make sure I don’t do something stupid, like hide in the bathroom all night.”

Ari had agreed, on one condition: “If Keeho’s there, you’re on your own. That man is a menace to my good sense.”

The last you’d seen of Ari, an hour ago, she was indeed tangled with Keeho on the living room couch, making out with a fervor that had made you blush and look away. You were happy for her, but it had left you conveniently, fatefully alone, wandering the periphery of the party until Jake found you.

“Hey,” he’d said, his smile lighting up his face. “You made it.”

“I did.”

“Getting overwhelmed?”

“A little,” you’d admitted.

He’d leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Me too. Wanna go somewhere quieter? My room’s free.”

He’d kissed you against the door the moment it shut, his hands cradling your face gently. Now, you were backed against the wall beside his cluttered desk, his body warm and solid against yours. One of his hands slid from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair just enough to tilt your head back, exposing your throat to his mouth.

“God, you taste good,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low, honeyed rasp that went straight to your core. His other hand rested on your hip, his thumb stroking slow, maddening circles through the thin fabric of your dress. “Been thinking about this all night. All week, even.”

You whimpered, arching into him, your hands fisting in the soft cotton of his t-shirt. “Jake…”

“Tell me,” he coaxed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes, usually so bright and sunny, were dark with a hunger that made your knees weak. His smile was still there, but it was sharper now, edged with a possessiveness that thrilled you. “Tell me you’ve been thinking about it too, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you breathed, the word barely a sigh. “All the time.”

His smile widened, all boyish charm. “Good.” He dipped his head again, capturing your mouth in a deeper, wetter kiss. His tongue swept against yours, and you melted, a shudder of pure want racking your body. His hand on your hip slipped lower, palming the curve of your ass, squeezing. “Gonna take such good care of you. Make you feel so good.”

He was guiding you, turning you gently, his mouth never leaving yours as he walked you backwards. You were so lost in him, in the feel of his hands and the promise in his voice, that you didn’t register the bedroom door opening behind you.

Your back connected with a chest.

You froze. Jake’s lips stilled against yours.

A chill, different from the feverish heat Jake was stoking inside of you, slithered down your spine. You knew who it was even before you turned your head, before you caught the cold scent of his cologne.

Park Sunghoon.

He stood like a statue, his arms at his sides, having barely reacted to the impact. His face was all sharp, elegant lines, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes flicked from your flushed, kiss-swollen lips, up to Jake’s face, which was still inches from yours.

“Well,” Sunghoon said, his voice flat, completely devoid of the warmth Jake’s always held. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

Jake didn’t move away from you. Instead, he let out a soft, low chuckle, his breath fanning over your cheek. He kept one arm around your waist, holding you against him, while his other hand came up to gently brush your hair back from your face.

“Sunghoon. Thought you’d be downstairs,” Jake said, his tone light, conversational, as if you weren’t plastered between them.

“Party’s shit,” Sunghoon stated, his gaze dropping to where Jake’s hand rested on your hip. A beat of thick silence. “Didn’t realize you had company.”

Jake just smiled at that, an easy, sunny smile that didn’t match the heat in his eyes. “Y/N, you know Sunghoon. My roommate. Hoon, this is Y/N. She’s an astrophysics major too.”

“I know who she is,” Sunghoon said, his eyes finally locking onto yours. They were so dark, so intense, it felt like being pinned. You’d always thought he was beautiful in a terrifying, frozen kind of way. “Study buddies, right?”

His lips curled, just slightly.

“Y-yeah,” you managed, your voice embarrassingly small. You tried to take a half-step forward, to put some space between your back and his chest, but Jake’s arm tightened, holding you in place, trapped between them.

“We were just getting to know each other,” Jake purred. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke, loud enough for Sunghoon to hear. “Weren’t we, baby?”

Your face flamed. Sunghoon’s gaze didn’t waver. He took a single, deliberate step forward, closing the tiny gap you’d tried to create. Now you were fully sandwiched, the heat from Jake’s front and the wall of Sunghoon’s back pressing into you. You could feel the hard planes of his body through his clothes.

“Getting to know each other,” Sunghoon repeated, the words dripping with skepticism. He leaned down, his voice a low murmur directly in your ear. “Looks like you’re already pretty well-acquainted with his mouth.”

A jolt, half-shame, half-arousal, shot through you. You squirmed, but there was nowhere to go.

“Hoon,” Jake chided, but there was no real reprimand in it. He sounded almost amused. “Be nice. She’s shy.”

“She doesn’t look shy,” Sunghoon countered, his eyes raking over your face, your heaving chest. “Looks like she wants to get fucked stupid.”

His words should have outraged you, but all you felt was a soft, pathetic sound escaping you. Jake felt it, the tremor that ran through you. He laughed softly.

“Maybe she does,” Jake mused, his hand sliding from your hip upwards, splaying over your back. “Maybe my sweet girl has a couple of dirty thoughts hiding behind those pretty eyes.” He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “You want that, Y/N? Wanna get fucked dumb?”

You couldn’t speak.

Sunghoon shifted behind you. You felt his hands then, hovering around your hips.

“Cat got your tongue?” Sunghoon’s voice was a taunt in your ear. “Or you just imagining what it would be like, taking both of us?”

Your breath hitched. A full-body shudder wracked you this time, your head falling back against Sunghoon’s shoulder without your permission. You felt him go very still.

Jake watched the movement, his eyes darkening further. He tilted his head, studying your reaction. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, a grin spreading across his face. It was a wild, hungry thing. “You are imagining it, aren’t you?”

Before you could think, he leaned in, capturing your mouth again. This kiss was different—his tongue pushed past your lips, demanding a response, and you gave it to him, moaning into his mouth, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders.

Behind you, Sunghoon made a low, approving sound. It was almost a hum. “Look at her,” he said, his voice closer now, his lips almost brushing the shell of your ear. “So eager. Bet she’s soaking her little panties right now.”

“Why don’t we find out?” Jake murmured against your mouth. His hand, the one near your stomach, began to move. Slowly, so slowly, it slid downward, over the front of your dress, over the frantic pulse at the apex of your thighs.

You tensed, a whimper caught in your throat.

This was really happening.

Jake’s fingers found the hem of your dress. He gathered the fabric in his fist, and with a slow tug, he began to pull it up. Cool air hit your thighs. You squeezed your eyes shut with embarrassment.

Sunghoon’s breath fanned your neck. “Eyes open,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Watch him. Watch what he’s doing to you.”

Your eyes flew open. You were staring into Jake’s heated gaze as his hand slid beneath the now-bunched fabric of your dress, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He was watching your face intently, a smile playing at his lips.

“There she is,” he cooed. “Let’s see how wet you are for me. For us.”

His fingertips brushed over the damp silk of your panties. You jerked, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. They were drenched, a fact he confirmed with a low, gratified groan. “Fuck, baby. You’re absolutely dripping.”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties. He didn’t rip them, just pulled them down with a torturous drag, letting the elastic snap against your thighs before he let them fall to the floor.

Sunghoon’s chest vibrated against your back with a dark chuckle. “Told you.”

Jake’s gaze dropped between your legs. His smile turned wicked. “Jesus, Y/N.” He looked back up at you, his eyes gleaming. “You really want this? You want us both?”

You nodded, frantic, wordless.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Jake said, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you both,” you whispered, the words scraping past the lump of lust in your throat. “Please. I want you both.”

Jake’s face lit up with a triumphant, adoring smile. “That’s my girl.” His fingers, which had been resting just above your slick heat, finally dipped lower. A single, blunt fingertip traced your slit, gathering the wetness that was practically pouring from you. He brought it to his lips, his eyes locked on yours as he sucked it clean with a soft, obscene pop. “So sweet.”

Behind you, Sunghoon let out a low, guttural sound. His hands, which had been hovering, finally landed on your hips. His grip was firm, possessive, his fingers digging into your flesh through the thin fabric of your dress, which was still rucked up around your waist. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice cold. “Now.”

Jake’s hand slid from between your legs to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “C’mon, baby. Show us how bad you want it.”

Your legs, already trembling, gave out almost gratefully. You sank down, the rough texture of the dorm room carpet biting into your bare knees. Now you were eye-level with the prominent bulges straining against the fronts of Jake and Sunghoon’s jeans. Jake unbuttoned his jeans with deliberate, slow movements, the sound of the zipper lowering a rasp that felt too loud in the room. He pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

It was thick and already fully hard, the head flushed a deep red and beading with a drop of pre-cum. It curved slightly upwards, and you could see the veins running along its length. He wrapped his hand around the base, giving himself a slow, lazy stroke as he watched your reaction.

Sunghoon was less ceremonious. A sharp click of his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper, and he was pushing his own jeans down. His cock sprang free, and your breath caught. It was different from Jake’s—longer, maybe a bit leaner, but still just as intimidating. It jut straight out, the tip already glistening.

“Well?” Sunghoon’s voice came from above, dripping with impatience. “You said you wanted us. Get to work.”

Jake tsked softly, his hand coming to rest on the top of your head, his fingers carding gently through your hair. “Be nice, Hoon. She’s nervous.” He looked down at you, his smile patient. “You know what to do, pretty girl. Just take your time. Start with me.”

You leaned forward, your eyes on his. You could feel Sunghoon’s stare burning into the side of your skull. You opened your mouth, letting your tongue dart out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum at Jake’s tip. He hissed, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathed. “Just like that.”

You took him into your mouth, slowly, letting your lips stretch around his girth. The taste of him, clean skin and salt, flooded your senses. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking gently as you began to bob your head, one hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, mimicking what you couldn’t take.

Jake’s praises were a constant and sweet. “God, your mouth… s’good, baby. So soft and warm. You’re doing so well for me.”

His hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk, and you took him deeper, feeling the head nudge the back of your throat. You relaxed, letting him slide further, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the strain. The feeling of fullness, of being used for his pleasure, sent a fresh flood of wetness between your own legs.

You’d almost forgotten about Sunghoon until his hand fisted in your hair, not with Jake’s gentle guidance, but with a sharp, yanking pull that tore a muffled gasp from around Jake’s cock.

“My turn,” Sunghoon stated, his voice cold. He dragged your head back, forcing you off of Jake with a wet pop. Jake let out a groan of protest that sounded more turned on than upset.

Sunghoon angled your face towards his cock. He didn’t guide it to your lips, just held you there, your mouth inches from his rigid length. “Open,” he ordered.

You obeyed, parting your lips, and he shoved forward, the thick head of his cock bumping past your lips and hitting the roof of your mouth. You gagged, your eyes watering instantly.

“None of that,” he chided, his grip in your hair unrelenting. He held you there, not letting you retreat, as he began a brutal, shallow rhythm, fucking into the tight ring of your lips. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Take it properly.”

You moaned around Sunghoon’s cock, the vibration making him curse. Spit dripped down your chin.

After a few punishing thrusts, he pulled you off, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening tip. “Pathetic,” he muttered, but his voice was rough with arousal. He pushed your head back toward Jake. “Go on. Make him feel good. Since you’re so eager to please.”

Dazed, you turned back to Jake, who was watching the exchange with dark, heated eyes, his hand stroking his slick length. You dove back onto him with a newfound desperation, taking him deep, wanting to hear his sweet praises again, wanting to be good. You swirled your tongue around his head, sucked hard on the sensitive spot underneath, your hand working in tandem with your mouth.

“That’s it, baby—oh fuck, just like that,” Jake groaned, his hips beginning to pump in time with your bobs. “You’re so good at this.”

It was stupid how his praise made you clench around nothing. You were so wet you could feel it slicking your inner thighs.

Sunghoon’s hand returned to your hair, wrenching you back. “Enough.” He directed your mouth back to his own cock. This time, you were more ready. You opened wider, trying to take him deeper, to show him you could be good. He let out a grunt of approval as you managed to take him a little further, your throat working around him.

“Better,” he conceded. He used your mouth like a toy, and you could do nothing but let him. Your focus narrowed to the feel of him stretching your lips, the salty-bitter taste of him, the sound of his ragged breaths above you.

Just as you were adjusting, he pulled you off again. “Jake, your turn.”

It became a relentless tug-of-war with your body as the rope. You were a mess. Tears and spit streaked your face. Your jaw ached beautifully. Your mind was a blissful, hazy static, filled with nothing but the scent of them, the taste of them, the overwhelming feeling of being used by both of them. You lost track of who was in your mouth, of how long you’d been on your knees. The bass from the party below was distant.

Then, just as you were sinking into the rhythm, Sunghoon pulled you off of Jake with a final, decisive yank. A wet, hollow pop echoed out, and Jake groaned. Sunghoon stepped back, releasing your hair. You swayed on your knees, blinking up at them, dazed. Your lips felt swollen, bruised. Your throat was raw.

Jake crouched down, his face filling your vision. He looked utterly wrecked: hair mussed, lips parted, eyes glazed with lust. But his smile was tender, devastatingly sweet. He cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear track. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick and warm. “Already all cock-drunk and confused.”

You tried to form words, but all you could do was stare at him, your mouth hanging open slightly.

Sunghoon snorted from somewhere behind you. “Barely even start and she’s done. Can’t even think.”

“No,” Jake said, his smile widening. He shook his head slowly, his gaze holding yours. “We’re not done yet. Not even close.” He leaned in, kissing you softly on your eager mouth. “We’re just getting warmed up, baby. Aren’t we?”

You nodded frantically.

“Good,” he breathed. He straightened up, his hands coming to your shoulders. “Stand up, Y/N. Let’s get this dress off you. I want to see all of you.”

Your limbs felt like lead, but you managed to stumble to your feet with Jake’s help. Sunghoon took a step back, his eyes raking over your disheveled form as Jake turned you around. His fingers found the zipper at the back of your dress and lowered it slowly, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. The dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in only your bra.

“This too,” Jake whispered, his hands coming around to your front. He unclasped your bra, letting it fall away. Your tits spilled free, the cool air pebbling your nipples into tight points.

Sunghoon’s gaze felt heavy on you. “Turn around.”

Jake guided you to face them. You stood there, completely naked and exposed under the harsh light of the desk lamp, while they were still mostly clothed from the waist up. The power dynamic was dizzying. You crossed your arms over your chest, a last vestige of modesty.

“Don’t do that,” Jake said softly, pulling your hands down to your sides. “Let us look at you. You’re gorgeous, baby.”

You stumbled two steps to Jake’s unmade bed and fell back onto it, the sheets smelling like him, then lay there, spread out before them, your chest heaving, your legs falling open automatically.

Jake shed his t-shirt, and Sunghoon unbuttoned his polo and shrugged it off. They stood at the foot of the bed, two beautiful, hungry predators.

Then Sunghoon looked down at you, spread out before him.

“Hold yourself open for me,” he instructed.

You complied, bringing your hands down, your fingers trembling as you hooked them into the slick, swollen folds of your pussy, pulling them apart to expose your glistening, pink centre. You felt utterly debased already.

Sunghoon finally climbed onto the bed, kneeling between your splayed thighs. He didn’t praise you, tell you how pretty you looked. He just looked, his gaze intense and focused on the place where your fingers parted your cunt. “Soaked,” he stated flatly. “All that from just our cocks in your mouth? You really are a desperate little thing.”

He reached out with the back of his knuckles, dragging them slowly, almost thoughtfully, through your wetness from your entrance all the way up to your clit. The touch was rough, and it made you jerk and gasp.

“Sensitive,” he noted. He did it again, this time applying more pressure, his knuckles grinding against your swollen clit in a cruel, circular motion. Pleasure shot through you, a sharp, bright star that exploded behind your eyes. You mewled.

“Please,” you whimpered, the word torn from you.

“Please what?” he asked, still tormenting your clit. “Be more specific. You were so good at begging before.”

“Please touch me. Please use your fingers, please, Sunghoon.”

He hummed, a non-committal sound. Finally, he shifted. He brought his hand around, presenting his fingers to your view. He had long, elegant fingers, and they glistened with your arousal, having run down from his knuckles. “You want these inside this greedy little cunt?”

“...yes.”

With no further warning, he pushed two fingers into you, deep and fast, burying them to the knuckle.

You whined, your cunt clenching around him instantly.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Sunghoon swore. He began to piston his fingers in and out in a driving rhythm that had your hips bucking off the mattress to meet his thrusts.

“Look at that,” Jake’s voice came from beside the bed, husky. He was stroking himself slowly, his eyes glued to where Sunghoon’s fingers disappeared into your body. “Takes it so well. Look at her face, Hoon. She’s already close.”

He was right. Your breaths were coming in sharp, frantic pants. Sunghoon curled his fingers inside you, dragging them against that spongy, magical spot deep within. You saw stars, and then—

“No,” Sunghoon snapped, his voice cutting through your building climax like a whip. He stopped moving, his fingers still buried deep but unmoving.

A sob caught in your throat.

“You only get to come when we say you come,” he stated, slowly withdrawing his fingers. They emerged slick and shining. He brought them to your lips. “Clean them.”

You lunged forward, sucking his fingers into your mouth with a desperate hunger. You tasted yourself, musky and sharp, mixed with the faint salt of his skin. You licked and sucked every trace of wetness from his digits, your eyes locked on his.

“Good,” he said. The single word of praise was enough to make your heart skip three beats. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “Now. Sit up.”

Confused, trembling, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows. Sunghoon moved back, straddling your torso, his knees on either side of your ribs. He loomed over you, his hard cock now directly above your face. The tip brushed your lower lip.

“Suck,” he commanded. “But lie back down. You don’t move unless I tell you to.”

You understood. You let your head fall back onto the pillow, your mouth falling open in invitation. He lowered his hips, feeding his cock into your waiting mouth. He didn’t thrust yet, just settled the weight on your tongue, the head nudging the back of your throat. You relaxed your jaw, letting him use your mouth as a warm, wet sheath.

It was then that Jake moved. You felt the bed dip near your hips. You couldn’t see him, your view filled with Sunghoon’s stomach, his cock, the intense, dark look in his eyes as he stared down at you. But you felt Jake’s hands on your inner thighs, pushing them wider. You felt his warm breath fan across your soaked, aching cunt.

“Fuck, Y/N, you smell incredible,” Jake groaned, his voice muffled against your skin. Then his tongue was on you.

It was a broad, hungry lick from your entrance all the way to your clit. The feeling of it along with the full, stretching weight of Sunghoon’s cock in your mouth made you convulse, moaning.

Sunghoon groaned above you, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk. “Keep still,” he gritted out, his hands coming down to frame your head, holding you in place.

Jake didn’t let up. He ate you out with a fervor that was all the more intense for its silence. No sweet words now, just the hungry, wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth and tongue working your pussy. He licked into your entrance, fucking you with his tongue, then swirled it around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips. He was relentless, pushing you back toward that dizzying edge Sunghoon had denied you.

You were trapped in a sensory overload. The taste of Sunghoon filling your mouth. The feel of him, heavy and unyielding on your tongue. The sight of his taut stomach, the dark trail of hair leading down, the intense, almost angry look concentration on his face as he watched you suck him. And below, the devastating, skillful attention of Jake’s mouth, lapping and sucking at your cunt as if he was starving for it.

You were drowning in it. Pleasure surged inside you, and your hands fluttered at your sides, wanting to touch, to grab. But you remembered Sunghoon’s order, so you didn’t move. You just took it, tears of ecstasy leaking from the corners of your eyes.

Sunghoon began to move, finally. A shallow, rocking motion of his hips, fucking your mouth. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice strained. “Do you like this? Being used at both ends?”

You couldn’t answer, but a desperate whimper worked its way up your throat. The vibration made Sunghoon curse, his thrusts becoming less controlled.

Jake redoubled his efforts, adding fingers, pushing two, then three inside you, curling them to stroke that deep spot in time with the flicking of his tongue on your clit.

It was too much.

Your body arched off the bed, a silent, breathless scream locked behind Sunghoon’s cock. Your cunt clenched rhythmically around Jake’s fingers, gushing a fresh flood of wetness that he drank down with eager sounds. The pulses seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of blinding, shattering pleasure that left you boneless and shaking.

Sunghoon began to tremble slightly, and he pulled his cock almost all the way out of your mouth, only the flushed, weeping head resting on your tongue. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

You forced your blurred, tear-filled eyes open, locking onto his burning gaze. He thrust forward once, hard, and buried his cock deep as he came. You felt the hot, thick pulses directly down your throat, a flood of salty, bitter release. He held himself there, grinding against the back of your mouth while he emptied himself, his body taut and shaking above you.

“Swallow it,” he commanded, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Go on, every drop. Be a good girl and swallow.”

You obeyed, your throat working convulsively around him, gulping down his come. He finally pulled out, his cock sliding from your lips with a soft, wet sound. You lay there, panting, spent.

“Fuck,” Jake breathed, the word full of reverence. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your inner thigh. “You were made for this, baby.” He kissed higher, his lips brushing your still-quivering mound.

Sunghoon sat back on his heels, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He looked at Jake, then back down at you, sprawled and ruined on the sheets.

“We’re not done,” Sunghoon said. He ran a hand through his hair. “You didn’t come.”

Jake blinked, as if he’d forgotten. He looked down at his own cock, which was still hard, straining and angry red against his stomach. “Oh. Right.” He gave you a sheepish, boyish grin. “Got a little distracted.”

Sunghoon stood up from the bed, his movements fluid. “Flip her over.”

Jake’s eyes lit up with understanding, and he placed his hands on your hips. “You heard him, baby. Up on your knees. Face down.”

Your muscles protested, jelly-like, but a fresh, deep throb of anticipation pulsed in your core. You managed to roll onto your stomach, pushing yourself up onto your hands and knees. The position left you feeling exposed in a whole new way, your ass in the air, your pussy on display. You felt the mattress dip as Jake moved behind you.

His hands smoothed over your ass cheeks, a gentle caress. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured. One hand drifted between your thighs from behind, his fingers slipping easily through your soaked folds. You gasped, your elbows buckling, dropping your upper body down onto the mattress, your face pressing into Jake’s pillow.

“Yeah, just like that,” Jake encouraged, his voice thick. He used his fingers to spread your slickness around your entrance, coating himself. You felt the blunt, hot head of his cock nudge against you. He rubbed himself through your slit, teasing, letting you feel his size. “You ready for me, sweetheart? Gonna fill you up.”

“Please, Jake,” you moaned, the words muffled by the pillow. You tried to lift your head, to look back at him, but his firm hand grabbed onto your hair and pressed you back down.

“Uh-uh,” he chided softly. “Just let me take care of you. You don’t need to see.”

He pushed in slowly.

“God, you’re so tight,” Jake groaned, his voice strained with the effort of his control. He paused, fully sheathed, his hips flush against your ass. You could feel him trembling. “So fucking hot and wet for me. All for me.”

He began to move. Shallow, rocking thrusts at first, letting you adjust to the sheer fullness. Each withdrawal was a sweet agony, each push back in a relief so profound it brought new tears to your eyes. He set a slow, deep, punishing rhythm, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You were lost in it, in the feeling of being taken, claimed from behind. The world was the sound of skin slapping against skin and Jake’s ragged breaths, the sight of the rumpled sheets beneath your cheek.

From the side of the bed, you were aware of Sunghoon. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression contemplative, his eyes fixed on where Jake’s cock disappeared into your body. His own cock, you noticed through your haze, was beginning to stir again.

“Look at her,” Sunghoon said, his voice a low commentary that cut through the wet, rhythmic sounds. “She was made for this.”

Jake’s thrusts stuttered for a second, a low groan escaping him. “She is.” He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips finding your ear. “Weren’t you, baby? Made to be fucked. Made to take cock this good.”

You could only whimper in response, pushing your hips back against him, urging him deeper, faster. He complied, his pace increasing, the bed starting to creak in protest. The angle was divine, the head of his cock driving against that deep spot with every plunge.

“Fuck, she’s milking me,” Jake gasped, his control fraying. He stilled, buried deep, his body shuddering. “Hoon—hah—I’m not gonna last if she keeps doing that.”

Sunghoon’s gaze was fixed on the junction of Jake’s hips and your body. “Stop,” he commanded, his voice flat and absolute. “Pull out.”

Jake’s head lifted, his brow furrowed. “What? Why? I’m about to—”

“Because I haven’t had my turn yet,” Sunghoon interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And if you finish now, she’ll be too fucked-out to do anything else. Pull out. Now.”

Jake hesitated, but with a ragged sigh that was almost a sob of deprivation, Jake obeyed. He withdrew, his cock sliding out of you with a wet, sucking sound that made you ache with emptiness. It was a shock. You felt open, exposed, dripping. Jake collapsed beside you on the bed, breathing hard, his hand immediately reaching to squeeze the base of his erection, fighting to keep himself from tipping over the edge.

Sunghoon moved then, reaching out to trace the length of your spine, from your shoulder blades down to the curve of your ass.

“You’re stretched out,” he observed. “Nice and loose for me now. Jake did a good job opening you up.”

“Hoon,” Jake called out. “You think she can take us both?” he mused, his voice light, as if discussing the weather. His fingers trailed down from your shoulder to toy with your nipple, pinching it lightly. “In the same hole? She’s so tiny.”

Sunghoon’s lips quirked in the barest hint of a smile. “Only one way to find out.” He leaned forward, bracing one hand on the headboard above your shoulder, his body hovering over yours. His other hand guided his cock, now fully hard again, to your entrance. He pushed in just the tip, a teasing, maddening pressure. “What do you think, Jake? Wanna see if we can fit?”

Jake’s breath hitched. “Fuck yes. Wanna feel you in there with me.”

This was the plan.

This was what they’d been leading to.

The thought should have terrified you, but all you felt was a dizzying, desperate need. You wanted to be that full, you wanted it so bad. You nodded wildly. “Okay.”

Sunghoon’s pushed forward another inch. You felt the broad head of his cock nudge against your entrance again, now from this new angle. He pushed, and this time, he didn’t stop. He fed himself into you with an inexorable slowness.

“Jesus, look at that,” Jake whispered, his eyes wide as he looked over your shoulder at where Sunghoon was connected to you. “Her pussy’s swallowing you whole.”

Sunghoon let out a slow, controlled breath. “Your turn. Get behind her.”

Jake didn’t need to be told twice. He moved quickly, sliding down behind you, his chest pressing against your back. You were sandwiched between them now, Sunghoon’s front to your front, Jake’s front to your back.

You felt Jake’s hand reach between your bodies, his fingers sliding through the wetness at your joined seam, gathering the slick that was leaking around Sunghoon’s shaft. He guided his own cock, positioning it right at your stretched, slick entrance, right beside where Sunghoon was already buried.

“This might hurt, baby,” Jake murmured in your ear, his voice laced with concern and a thick layer of lust. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

You nodded, and he thrusted in.

It felt unreal.

You cried out, and Sunghoon’s arms came around you, his hands gripping your hips, holding you steady. “Breathe,” he commanded, his voice surprisingly steady. “Just breathe through it. You can take it.”

Jake pushed another fraction of an inch. The burn intensified, a blinding, full feeling that bordered on pain that felt maddeningly good. You panted, tears streaming down your face, your body rigid between them.

“Fuck, she’s so tight around both of us,” Jake groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “I can feel you, Hoon—hngh, fuck, I can feel your cock right next to mine.”

“Move,” Sunghoon said, his voice tight.

Jake began to move, a tiny, shallow rock of his hips. The friction of two thick cocks moving inside your pussy was indescribable, a fullness so complete it felt like you were being split in two. Sunghoon began to move opposite to Jake, withdrawing slightly as Jake pushed in. The stretch became a dull, pervasive ache that melted into a thick, syrupy pleasure. Your injured whimpers turned from pain to mindless, keening moans.

Jake's hips snapped forward with a deliberate, grinding roll, his thick cock sliding deeper into your stretched pussy alongside Sunghoon’s. Your walls clenched involuntarily around them both. He let out a low, soothing hum against your shoulder, his free hand stroking your side. “Shh, that’s our good girl,” he murmured, his voice all honeyed warmth even as his thrusts grew sharper, more insistent. “Just let it happen. You’re doing so well, holding us both like this. Taking every inch without a single complaint.”

Sunghoon snarled in response, his fingers digging into your hips as he yanked you back onto him, forcing your body to accommodate the brutal stretch of their cocks rubbing against each other inside you. It felt so overwhelming, their cocks gliding and bumping through your slick, abused cunt, every vein and ridge amplified by the lack of space. “Less coddling, Jake,” he bit out. “She's not some fragile doll. Look at how her cunt's gripping us. Greedy fucking hole. Bet she loves being nothing but a cum dump for us.”

Jake chuckled softly. “Oh, she does, Hoon. Feel that?” you whimpered in response. “Such a needy thing. Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he added, his breath warm on your ear, “we're gonna fill you up real nice. You’ve earned it.”

The bedframe groaned, your body jolting between the two of them with each thrust, trapped and impaled on their cocks. Sunghoon’s hand slid up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back so he could nip at your jaw, his teeth grazing skin without mercy. “Earned it? She's lucky we're even bothering with her,” he growled, his voice rough, hips slamming forward. “Fuck, this pussy was made to be ruined. Gonna fill her up until she can’t walk without feeling us inside her.”

Jake wrapped his arm fully around you now, cradling you against him even as he fucked into you harder, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing obscenely. “God, yeah,” he panted. “Let's do it. Pump her full, Hoon. She’s been so patient. Our little cocksleeve deserves to be stuffed, doesn’t she?” Then he bit at your shoulder. “Come on, baby, squeeze us tighter. Help us give it to you."

Sunghoon chased the edge with a savage snap of his hips, and your climax built unbearably, their cocks swelling thicker, stretching your pussy to its limits as they ground against each other inside you. “She’s a—hah, fuck—drooling mess, Jake, listen to those pathetic whimpers. Shit.”

You were beyond words, nothing but a toy for them as their cocks battered your insides. Jake's hand slipped forward to where you were stuffed, his fingers circling your clit with gentle, teasing strokes. “‘S okay, baby,” he cooed softly. “Almost there. You’re gonna feel so good. Just relax and take what we give you. Good girl.”

Sunghoon's grip on your hair tightened, pulling until your scalp stung, his other hand clamping onto your thigh to spread you wider, exposing you even more completely. Jake’s hips stuttered as he chased release with deep, rolling thrusts that made your body quiver. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m gonna—”

Jake’s cock released thick, ropes of cum that flooded your pussy in hot spurts. He held you flush against him, whispering praises into your hair. The sensation of Jake’s cum jetting inside you triggered Sunghoon, and he cursed guttarally as he slammed forward one last time, his cock unloading alongside Jake’s. Thick streams of his release mixed with Jake's, the combined heat and volume overwhelming your stretched channel, cum gushing out around their still-thrusting shafts with lewd, wet sounds.

Jake was the first to move, softening and slipping out of you with a wet, messy sound. He collapsed onto his back beside you, his arm flung over his eyes. “Holy shit,” he breathed, a laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Holy fucking shit.”

Sunghoon withdrew more slowly, his cock sliding out with a lewd, gushing sound. You felt a rush of warm, sticky fluid follow his exit, pooling on the sheets beneath you. He didn’t lie down. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling steadily.

You lay on your side, curled slightly, feeling the slow, sticky leak of their cum between your thighs. You were wrecked. Every muscle ached. Your mind was a blissful, empty void.

Jake rolled over, facing you. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing the hair from your sweat-damp forehead. His smile was back, that sunny, sweet smile of his, though it was weary now. “You okay, pretty girl?”

when u and and ur homie make homoerotic eye contact while ur dicks are rubbing up against each other inside the same girl... alternative title: i stole prim and ari’s 2man 🤤 i wasnt gonna edit this bc i lowkirkinuinely dont really have time and school is actually beating my ass saur bad (dhmu only real ones know 🖤⛓️) but i hit 2k so i knew i had to do something to give back to dimple nation. so now i gotta catch up on my work but i love u guys so its okay. btw writing this made me realize i dont ever wanna experience this because as fun as it is to write about, when i ACTUALLY think abt it im like wdym two . two of the male species. . just like two people at the same time i feel like my social anxiety would kick in at some point id just be like this

anyway i hope u liked it ok besitos