Drive

you reached for your phone, a sign of relief leaving your lips as you saw the screen light up, the time showing that it was already way past midnight - a perfect excuse for you to leave euijoo’s apartment and get yourself out of this situation.

you stood up, gently lifting yourself off of the couch, and announced loudly that it was your time to go - your statement met with a few groans of dissatisfaction and a few sympathetic looks. you moved towards the door, grabbing your things in the process, ready to put your shoes on when a familiar voice rang from beside you.

‘want a ride home?’

yuma was now standing behind you - leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. his brows were slightly furrowed, as if awaiting your answer. you shook your head, giving him a smile.

‘no need. i don’t wanna trouble you.’ you mumbled, averting his gaze, suddenly very focused on your shoes. you could hear the chuckle leaving his lisp at your words - the sound making your heart beat just a little faster, that familiar tingling feeling settling in your stomach.

‘you wouldn’t be troubling me, we literally live in the same direction.’ he stated, already putting his shoes on. ‘besides, it’s late. wouldn’t want anything to happen to my favorite girl.’

my favorite girl.

you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, eyes meeting with his for a spare second before looking away once more, opting for only a nod as a response as you said your final goodbyes to the rest of your friends, heading outside and into yuma’s car.

the drive was quiet, only thing filling the car being the sound of yuma’s playlist and the steady rhythm of your breathing. an undeniable tension hung in the air, or maybe you were just imagining things - eyes drifting towards yuma from time to time, studying his face from the side.

he was focused on the road - one hand on the steering wheel, the other laying coomfortably on his thigh. you could see the veins running along his arms and the outer parts of his palms, flexing subtly with each movement of his hand on the steering wheel, each time he had to change gears.

‘i can feel you staring, pretty.’ yuma’s voice cut through the silence as the car stopped at a red light, laced with a hint of humour. he could see the way your gaze shifted towards the window, head turning slightly to the right, the embarrassed expression gracing your face, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘sorry.’ you mumbled, eyes turning towards him again just for a second. yuma shook his head - the light switching from red to yellow, from yellow to green.

‘nothing to be sorry for.’ he answered, the car taking a left turn as his hands worked on the steering wheel. ‘i like having your eyes on me. feels nice.’

normally you would’ve taken his words as a joke - a poor attempt to lighten up the atmosphere, ease up the tension hanging between you. but there was no hint of mockery in his voice, nothing that could’ve indicated that his words were a joke. the thought of that sent a shiver down your body.

yuma parked his car in front of your apartment complex, in one of the many empty spaces aviable, and turned the engine off. the two of you sat there in silence for a solid minute - as if neither of you wanted to leave the other, all while not wanting to admit it.

you moved first: hand shifting to unbuckle your seatbelt with yuma following soon after, both unlocking with a satisfying click. before you were able to reach to open the door on the passenger side, he was already leaning in to do it for you - so close you could smell his perfume.

he lingered there for a while - breath hot on your neck as he reached for the handle to open the car door. he used his other hand to steady himself, placing his palm on your car seat, fingers just lightly grazing your leg in the process. and yet that loght touch, mixed with his sudden closeness was enough to send waves of heat down your body.

yuma moved away and you missed his presence the moment he did - an almost unnoticeable frown on your face as you moved out of the car. yuma studied your movements as your hand lingered on the handle a little longer than necessary, your eyes flickering to his for just a second, as if there was something on your mind you haven’t yet shared.

you opened your mouth to speak. his words came first.

‘want me to walk you to the door?’

‘would you mind walking me to the door?’

both of you chuckled - the tension between you easing up for just a second as yuma got out of his car, making sure to lock it before accompanying you towards the building.

his lips were on yours before you even entered your apartment, the doors still not opened as he swiftly moved his tongue against your bottom lip, almost as if testing the waters - whether you’ll let him deepen the kiss or not. you fumbled with your keys, trying your best not to succumb to the pleasure just yet. but it was so hard when yuma’s hands were already squeezing your waist so deliciously, muscles flexing on full display.

you somehow managed to open the door and close them after entering the aparmtent, all with yuma’s lips still on you - now trailing down your jaw with little kisses and licks, each touch electric on your body. your hand flew to his hair almost instinctively, the other resting against his chest.

‘you’ve been staring at me all night, pretty.’ he mumbled in between kisses, now moving up your neck. his hands trailed up, too - grazing the skin underneath your shirt the feel of his bare skin against yours almost dizzying. ‘couldn’t take your eyes off of me, hm?’

you couldn’t bring yourself to respond - squirming under his touch, completely at his mercy, the heat down your core growing impossible to ignore.

he led you to the bedroom, using his prior knowledge of your apartment’s layout after the multiple hangouts hosted at your place, multiple times he slept over after being too drunk or too tired to bother going home.

yuma backed you towards the edge of the bed - hands firm on your waist as he motioned you to sit down, positioning himself between your legs.

then his hands moved to the hem of your shorts.

yuma looked up, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. and yet he found none - your eyes hazy with desire, avoiding his gaze as if you suddenly grew shy of the hungry look he graced you with.

‘can i take these off?’ he hummed, fingers hooked at the loops while his other hand rested on the zipper - so close to your core, adm yet still so far away. you nodded, but yuma didn’t seem satisfied. ‘use your words, pretty. need to hear you say it.’

your eyes shifted towards his figure, now kneeling in front of you, eyes dark and shiny with want, almost begging you to agree.

‘yes. yes, please.’

yuma wasted no time, unzipping your shorts and tugging them off of your legs along with your panties - your glistening folds now in full display right in front of his eyes. he positioned his hands on both your thighs, grip firm but not too tight, holding your legs in place. you opened your mouth to say something - and yet your words died right in your throat, a quiet moan leaving your lips as he delved right in, nose brushing against your clit as he licked an experimental stripe up your cunt, testing to see your reaction.

he hummed to himself, smiling against your folds as if satisfied with the outcome of his action. he repeated it a few more times - each time drawing a satisfactory reaction out of you, the pretty sounds leaving your lips making blood rush straight to his aching cock.

‘been wanting to do this for so long’ he mumbled with his face buried deep, tongue working wonders on your clit as his cock strained against his sweatpants, begging to be touched. but he couldn’t care less about himself at the moment - all he wanted to do was enjoy having you coming undone on his tongue. ‘wanted to taste that pretty pussy for months.’

yuma’s words somehow turned you on even more, the pleasure blissfully overwhelming as you felt yourself nearing an orgasm. yuma could feel it too - with the way your thighs trembled slightly, the way your breathing got heavier, moans more airy.

and then… he stopped.

you looked down at him - brows knit in confusion as you watched yuma lick the excess wetness off of his lips, a proud smile on his face as if he didn’t just stop seconds short from you coming on his tongue. his eyes met yours and you noticed a glint of mischievousness in them, suddenly curious as to what he was up to, why he stopped when you were so, so close.

he chuckled under his breath, face leaning in between your legs once more. and yet instead of touching you where you needed it most, his lips landed on the inner side of your thighs - trailing kisses up and down your skin, dangerously close to your core, and yet still not close enough to give you full satisfaction. he nipped and licked at the skin, leaving little bite marks and soothing the pain with his tongue, his touch cool against the burning skin of your inner legs, all while you squirmed under his touch - needing more, and yet not having your needs met.

‘yuma, please.’ a soft whine escaped your lips, hand reaching up to get the hair out of your face. he smiled, an innocent expression taunting you, almost comically contrasting his current actions.

‘hm?’ he hummed, one of his hands now loosening it’s grip, fingers tracing gentle patterns down your legs and up the inside of your thighs - eyes taking in the beautiful sight in front of him, hungry for another taste. ‘please, what, pretty?’

you murmured something so quietly yuma almost didn’t catch it - and yet by the way his lips curved up into a grin you knew that he definitely did. but an answer like that didn’t satisfy him.

‘i’m afraid i didn’t hear you.’ yuma’s words were laced with a hint of humour, thumb rubbing circles on your thigh, getting dangerously close to your clit every now and then. ‘could you repeat that, hm?

‘touch me.’ you mumbled, fighting your embarrassment as you felt heat rising up to your cheeks, the look on your face almost pleading for a release. ‘please. i need you, yuma.’

nakakita yuma may have been an absolute tease, but seeing the look on your face, eyes glistening with need, and hearing the slight desperation in your words? he just couldn’t help himself.

he took a second to get his hair out of his face before delving right back in, tongue working on your clit with the precision of someone who knew exactly what he was doing - a gasp escaping your lips at the sudden contact, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

you felt one of his hands leaving your thigh, slightly surprised at the sudden lack of contact. and yet it wasn’t long before you felt his hand on your body again - yuma repositioning himself slightly as he easily slid two of his fingers right between your folds, movements slow at first as he continued licking at your clit. you felt yourself clenching around his hand, the feeling almost too good to be true.

yuma hummed into your pussy as he felt your muscles tensing up and this time he didn’t stop - speeding his movements up instead, fingers now pumping in and out of you at a steady pace, tongue lapping up all the juices.

your moans got louder - the sound filling your bedroom along with the wet sounds from down between your legs. it wasn’t long before your orgasm hit: coming to you in a wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy, legs trembling as yuma drove you over the edge.

he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, still on his knees in front of you as he took them into his mouth and licked them clean. his eyes never left your frame as he watched you steady your breathing, trying to regain your composure after the wave of pleasure finally died down.

you looked down at him, eyes meeting his. then they trailed lower - to the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants, a bead of precum staining the grey material. yuma followed your gaze, chuckling to himself when he realized what you were looking at.

he slowly stood up from the floor, his cock now almost in front of your eyes, still fully clothed.

‘you think you’d have it in you for round two, pretty?’

it started out small. 

glimpses of nicholas’ skin when he takes his hoodie off. your shoulders brushing when you pass each other in euijoo’s cramped one-bedroom. eye contact that went on for too long when euijoo wasn’t looking.

you felt a gnawing in your chest whenever you’d turn over these memories in your head. what’s worse is that you liked replaying it over and over, analyzing and scrutinizing down to the millisecond.

did he feel it, too? 

nicholas, of course, noticed. nothing gets past him. you can see it in the glint in his eye when he catches you staring. there’s intention in the featherlight brush of his fingers against your elbow as he gently moves you out of his way. there is no other explanation for the light squeeze he gives to your side when he hugs you.

he was toying with you. and you were toying with euijoo. sneaking behind his back with all the filthy thoughts you were conjuring up, movies playing in your head with nicholas in the starring role. 

you love euijoo. more than anything. he’d do anything for you, and you did not take that for granted. 

but the thrill of the unknown, the pull of the unexplored urge–it called to you. like an itch that’s begging to be scratched. it tormented you for weeks, all your thoughts filled with nicholas, nicholas, nicholas. he was there every time you looked up, talking animatedly with your oh-so-clueless boyfriend. he was there on euijoo’s bedroom floor, half asleep, eyes meeting yours when you get up from bed to get a glass of water. euijoo mumbled for you to come back under the covers. you said you would only be a minute. 

nicholas was there when you turned around, glass in hand, not really thirsty. not for water, anyway.

“euijoo wouldn’t mind,” nicholas said. 

it angered you at that moment. how dare he? how dare he assume what your boyfriend would feel? 

more than anything, it infuriated you how willing you were to just accept it. 

yes, he wouldn’t mind. come fuck me over the sink.

you brushed past him, ignoring the delicious shiver that overtook your body as you did so.

-

“i don’t mind.”

euijoo mutters the words as you’re astride his lap, mid-makeout on his couch. you freeze, eyeing him, mortified as the conversation you had with his best friend last night comes flooding back. 

“what?” you whisper in disbelief.

euijoo shifts under you, his erection pressing against your core. you bite your lip to keep yourself from whining at the contact. his eyes lock in on yours, lids hooded as his tongue pokes out to wet his lips

“nico told me. about last night. about all the other times,” euijoo explains. he chuckles when he sees your eyes darting to the side, a sign that you were about to lie.

“it’s okay, baby. it’s fine if you wanna fuck my best friend.”

you feel like a ton of bricks has just slammed into you. your vision swims and you feel lightheaded. you’re convinced you’re about to collapse.

“w-what…?” you begin, unable to find the proper words to articulate your thoughts. 

euijoo tucks some of your hair behind your ear. his eyes peer into your own; his are the loveliest shade of brown, soft when he looks at you with the love you know only he can give. they harden now, mingled with mischief that you only ever see when he’s plotting something. 

“i wanna watch,” euijoo simply says. 

“i want to watch you fuck my best friend.”

-

if there’s one thing to know about your boyfriend, it’s that he always enables you. 

euijoo is your biggest cheerleader and supporter. in times when you doubt yourself, he’s ready to tell you that there's nothing to worry about. in your brightest moments, he is the first to catch you after the freefall, to tell you that you’ve been great, you were amazing, you were breathtaking. 

in everything you do, no voice rises higher than euijoo’s. and with your every whim, every beck and call, euijoo is there to answer.

even when your whims involve messing around with his best friend while euijoo jerks off to the side. 

“n-nico,” you choke out, face shoved into the mattress. nicholas grasps your hip tighter, his cock dragging relentlessly against your walls.

“what is it, princess? too much?” nicholas coos, voice mockingly sweet.

“but your boyfriend just started enjoying the show.”

at this, euijoo exhales, head thrown back as his hand moves faster around his own rock-hard cock. you attempt to turn, to look euijoo in the eye, but nicholas just forces your face even further into the bed. 

“behave,” he says. “take it like a good fucking girl.”

nicholas uses both hands to hold you in place now, plowing through your soaked hole as you scramble for purchase at the sheets beneath you. there’s a burning humiliation in the pit of your stomach, shame washing over you as you realize just how much you’re enjoying this. nicholas is thicker than your boyfriend and he’s stretching you out in ways euijoo has never done before. your boyfriend is just as gone as you are; his eyes are glazed over as he watches nicholas fuck the daylight out of you. 

“why didn’t you let me sample this pussy sooner, bro?” nicholas chuckled. he lands a hard smack to your ass and you whine. “she’s squeezing me so hard. how do you not cum inside every time?”

“i do,” euijoo breathes out. “she lets me cum inside each time and she fucking loves it.”

nicholas groans, falling forward as he hammers his way in and out of you. your face is hot, the knot in your stomach twisting even tighter. they’re talking about you so callously, like you’re to be used only for their pleasure. 

the thought makes you shiver. you’re so close. 

“euijoo,” you cry out, wanting your boyfriend’s hands on you. your hair is yanked back instead, the gasp in your throat cutting out as nicholas brings you up to press his chest to your back. one of his arms wraps around you while the other tugs you back by the arm. 

you’re fully at nicholas’ mercy. 

“come on,” nicholas urges, his thrusts growing sloppier. “need you to cum all over my cock. make it worth it for your cuck boyfriend.”

it’s a slap to the face, the way that this is what brings you over the edge. you let out a string of profanities mixed with nicholas’ name, your walls clenching almost painfully around him. nicholas grunts when he spills himself inside you, pumping into you a few more times to make sure his cum is pushed all the way in. 

he lets go of you and you slump onto the bed, trembling and ashamed and guilty and so fucking turned on.

you turn your head and you swallow down a moan when you see your boyfriend absolutely debauched. his cum splattered all over the front of his shirt, his hand covered in a mess of his own spunk. euijoo catches your eye and you visibly see him stiffen once more. 

“you guys are freaks,” nicholas laughs, leaning down to kiss your temple. he pulls you closer to him, fingers sliding between your folds. 

you writhe against his hold but he pins you down to the bed.

“thankfully, so am i.”

-

since then, euijoo had no qualms about sharing you with nicholas. though, the whole setup opens up a new set of questions, an ethics can of worms that none of you feel like tackling just yet. 

for now, the three of you are happy to fuck. even if it sometimes meant watching from the sidelines while euijoo finally let himself make out with his best friend. 

a wonder, truly, what a little intervention can do. 

and an intervention is exactly what you need because another problem arises when you meet the other side of the friend group. 

you knew euijoo’s and nicholas’ other friends well enough, seeing them whenever you tagged along to some of their outings. you’re not particularly close to any one of them, but you’ve had some good conversations in the past. it’s also not beyond you to admit that they’re all good-looking. 

and they’re all here tonight.

the music is loud in the club, bass shuddering through every cell in your body, but you’re about three vodka sprites in, so you don’t really mind. in fact, it’s nice, the melodies enveloping you while nicholas’ hand is on your shoulder, maneuvering you through the crowd. a safe enough placement, one that doesn’t raise questions or looks. you are still euijoo’s girlfriend, after all.

you don’t even remember who brought up the idea of going out tonight. it must have been nicholas, because this is more his scene than euijoo’s. but you’re enjoying yourself, and you visibly light up when the rest of their friend group comes into view.

“_______’s here!” nicholas announces to the cramped booth, gently nudging you to take a seat. you squeeze into the space between jo and yuma, your alcohol-muddled brain thankfully recalling their names just in time. 

“hi yuma, hi jo,” you greet, smiling at both of them. 

jo returns with a shy upturn of his lips while yuma stretches, placing his arm on the backrest behind your head to give you more space. 

“hey, _____,” yuma responds, leaning close as the music turns up again. 

“where’s euijoo?”

you turn to look at the other man, stopping short when your noses almost brush. his eyes are bright up close, feline-like. you’ve only spoken to him a grand total of two times before, but the way his irises peer down at you makes your hands clam up. you blink, giggling nervously as you cup a hand around your mouth.

“getting drinks!” you say directly into yuma’s ear. 

he smells heavenly and you hope you’re subtle enough as you inhale, eyes fluttering slightly.

you pull back, squinting at him while the strobe lights go crazy above your heads. his face is illuminated with the different colors of the club, his eyes trained on your own features. yuma grins, his gaze dipping lower to survey your outfit.

“i like your dress,” yuma compliments, inching closer again.

“what?!” you call out over the music.

yuma chuckles, a hand sneakily sliding to your waist. his lips graze your ear as he says his next words. 

“i said i like your dress, pretty girl.”

you flush, jolting back. another tense laugh escapes you, your lips mumbling a halfhearted thanks. your heart is slamming against your ribcage and a flutter erupts in your belly. 

what is wrong with you?

just then, euijoo returns with the drinks and nicholas, who had taken a seat on the other side of the booth, immediately goes to whisper something in your boyfriend’s ear. they both glance at you and there’s a hint of mischief in nicholas’ eyes. euijoo, on the other hand, looks more inquisitive than anything.

nicholas lets euijoo go, who eventually finds his way to you, leaning down to give you a kiss. 

“hey, baby,” euijoo murmurs softly against your lips. 

“you wanna step outside for a minute?” he continues, pulling back and offering a hand to you. “we can take a smoke break.”

you take his hand in yours, the air feeling a little too stuffy all of a sudden. yuma’s eyes are still on you as you stand, his gaze unabashedly trailing down your figure. 

what you don’t see as you start walking is the brief, wordless exchange between euijoo and yuma. the younger smirks up at your boyfriend and euijoo merely raises his brows in acknowledgement. 

you and euijoo emerge into the back alley of the club, where a couple of other smokers are standing, heads bowed together as they converse amongst themselves. he steadies you on your ridiculously tall pair of heels, guiding you to the far end before pulling out the pack from his pocket. 

euijoo lights the stick that you place between your lips, leaning in further to drag his mouth down your neck as you take your first inhale. 

“euijoo…,” you sigh, blowing out the smoke into the chilly night air. he straightens and looks at you, eyes focused as if assessing something. 

“you like my friends, don’t you, baby?” euijoo says, more statement than question. 

you swallow, brows knitting together, mildly confused by the sudden declaration. 

“of course, i like your friends. they’re all really fun,” you supply. “why?”

“that’s not what i meant, angel,” euijoo clarifies, crowding into your space. he walks you backward toward the wall, his large hands resting on your hips to keep you in place. you drop your cigarette in surprise, cussing under your breath at the waste of a perfectly good smoke.

“you fuck nicholas on the regular. of course you’d think he’s fun,” euijoo continues, smirking when he sees you visibly stiffen at the mention of your…arrangement with nicholas. 

“th-that’s different, juju,” you stammer, pouting up at your boyfriend. “what are you getting at?”

euijoo slides a hand up your thigh, slipping his fingers beneath your dress. you gasp, head swiveling to the side to see if any of the other people out here can see you. to your surprise, it’s just you and euijoo out here. 

“anyone else you want to add to your roster?” euijoo questions with an arch of his brow. he hooks his thumb into the waistband of your underwear, tugging it down. 

“euijoo, n-!”

“no?” your boyfriend interrupts. he’s looking at you, towering over you, waiting for your response. his gaze figuratively shrinks you in size. stern, stoic.

he’s waiting to see if you’ll use your safeword, if the idea of letting him play with you out here is a hard no. 

“please,” is all you can say. 

euijoo yanks at your underwear, making you gasp as the fabric rips. it falls into a pathetic heap on the ground and he kicks it away, tongue clicking as he feels between your legs. you’re soaked because of course, you are. you can’t help it when you’re around him.

euijoo lightly presses his middle finger onto your clit and you shiver, hands clutching at his arms. he starts to stroke your cunt, gathering your wetness and spreading it around. 

“nicholas told me you practically let yuma grope you earlier. and you didn’t even try to stop him.” euijoo’s voice is quiet, but it’s rough around the edges. 

“that’s not true,” you say defensively. euijoo slips one finger into your leaking hole and you whine. 

“try again,” euijoo demands. he fucks you shallowly with his finger, watching you squirm as you try to keep yourself upright. 

“yuma told me he liked my outfit. that’s all,” you explain, grinding your hips against his hand, trying to create more friction. 

you realize anyone can walk out and see you like this. the tattered pink lace on the ground is evidence enough of what you’re up to. 

you can’t find it in yourself to care.

euijoo adds a second finger in and you almost sigh in relief. he starts to fuck you properly now, curling his digits against that spot within you. 

“he likes you, you know,” euijoo whispers, his other hand coming up to hold you by your chin. his grip is solid, tight enough to keep you still. 

“he told me himself some time ago,” he adds.

“so when he says he likes your outfit, he really means he wants to see you out of it,” euijoo concludes. the squelch of his fingers ramming in and out of your pussy is loud in the alleyway and a new wave of embarrassment washes over you. 

“i-i didn’t know!” you whine, nails digging into euijoo’s arms. he’s hitting all the right spots and you can feel yourself approaching your release. 

“of course you didn’t,” euijoo says through gritted teeth. 

“you want that, though, right? you want another one of my friends to have his way with you?”

you gasp, clenching around euijoo’s fingers as the words register in your mind. without meaning to, your hand reaches down to rub at your clit. you can’t help it. you need it. you need to cum. you’re just so desperate for it.

“yeah, that’s right. i fucking thought so,” euijoo mocks, sneering at your blissed-out face. 

euijoo pumps his fingers in and out of you a few more times before you’re cumming all over his hand. you feel tears slip down your cheeks as euijoo keeps you in place, watching as your whole face crumples in pleasure. he doesn’t stop even when you’re pushing his hand away in protest. 

your knees feel like jelly, and thankfully, euijoo finally lets you slump against him, spent and gasping from the intensity of your orgasm. 

euijoo wraps his arms around you, keeping you upright as you catch your breath and the rest of your bearings. he presses a kiss to your temple.

“your birthday’s coming up,” euijoo says. there’s a conspiratorial tone to his voice and you pull back just enough to look at him. 

“okay…?” you begin, waiting for euijoo to continue.

your boyfriend chuckles, smoothing down your dress, concealing any indication that you’ve gone full commando. 

“let’s talk about it later. but i have a feeling i already know what to get you.”

-

third time’s the charm, they say. and, indeed, this is the third time your boyfriend has bitched you out like some common whore. 

“happy birthday, baby,” euijoo greets, kissing down your neck, hands smoothing over your naked body. 

you move to wind your arms around him, but the bite of the handcuffs stops you from moving any further. you whine pathetically and you hear nicholas chuckle from the other end of the room. he’s the one to blame for these wretched restraints. 

“relax, baby,” nicholas drawls as he approaches the bed on which you lie. he kisses you fully on the lips, cradling your face gently. 

“let us do all the work, hm?”

you nod reluctantly, eyes wide as you look between your two lovers. 

your soon-to-be third one sits at the corner.

yuma eyes you hungrily from where he’s seated. you’re completely bare, a feast before his eyes. 

euijoo approached him with a proposal immediately after that night at the club. you and your boyfriend had talked at length about it, gauging both your interest and capacity for yet another unexplored facet of your sex lives. 

“can he keep coming around even after my birthday?” you had asked.

euijoo smiled at you then, pinching your cheek playfully. 

‘if you want him to. but you’re getting so greedy, babe,” euijoo had said with an incredulous laugh.

you rolled your eyes at him, toying with the ends of his hair near the nape of his neck. you tugged just enough to have euijoo humming in contentment. 

“baby, it’s your fault for spoiling me.”

euijoo’s voice snaps you back to the present, his hand leaving a warm trail down your outstretched leg. 

“let’s let our newcomer have a go first.”

yuma grins as he pushes off his chair, approaching you like a tiger on the prowl. the bed dips where he kneels over you, his eyes raking over every inch of your body. 

“you’ve been keeping this to yourselves?” yuma asks, giving a low whistle. “don’t mind if i do.”

“play with her nipples,” nicholas directs. “she likes that.”

yuma smiles at you, reaching over to roll both your stiff buds between his fingers. you buck up at the contact, handcuffs rattling against the headboard. 

“she’s a sensitive one, isn’t she?” yuma observes, ducking down to take one into his mouth. you moan, squirming under his touch. 

yuma flicks his tongue harshly against your nipple, his hand sliding down between your legs. you whimper, thighs automatically parting for him. 

“is she always this easy?” yuma asks, grinning up at you with your nipple still between his teeth.

“yes, she is,” euijoo confirms. you turn to him, eyes pleading as yuma slips two fingers in one go. you moan, hips already chasing after yuma’s hand.

euijoo just snickers at your helpless expression. 

“you wanted this, babe. don’t come crying to me now.”

yuma pulls away from your chest and hurriedly levels his face with your pussy. he licks the two fingers that were just in you, groaning when he gets a taste of your arousal. 

“fuck, she tastes good,” yuma says, sucking his fingers clean of you.

the way they’re talking around you and not to you adds to the thrill building up in your belly. it’s mortifying, being laid out like some prize for them to take. but you like it. god, you like it so much. 

your restraint clatters loudly once more when you feel yuma seal his mouth over your core, zeroing in on your clit. he wastes no time, sucking and licking all over. 

“yuma!” you cry out. 

he hums against your pussy, eyes fluttering shut as he feasts on your soaked folds. euijoo and nicholas watch from separate seats, hands palming the bulges in their pants. 

you whine and whimper and beg, grinding your hips against yuma’s eager mouth. he leaves you on the edge, working you to your limit. one moment, he’s sucking hungrily on your clit, the next, he’s plunging his tongue deep inside you. your head spins as you try to keep up, but it’s already too much. yuma shakes his head side to side, lapping messily at your core. a broken whine leaves your lips.

your wrists protest as you strain against the handcuffs again, your body seizing up as your orgasm crashes down on you unexpectedly. yuma doesn’t let up and you’re left to sob, to plead for him to stop.

but you don’t really want him to stop. 

“stay fucking still,” yuma curses against your quivering cunt. he continues to eat you out, as if he hadn’t just shattered you less than thirty seconds ago. 

it hits you like a freight train when you cum again, twitching and begging yuma to please stop, no more, no more!

you can hear euijoo and nicholas’ moans and grunts but your vision blurs from the back-to-back orgasms. you can vaguely make out their hands furiously pumping up and down their cocks as they watch you unravel under yuma.

yuma resurfaces, thankfully, mercifully, leaning down to kiss you hard. you taste yourself on him and he makes sure you get a good mouthful, his tongue slipping in between your lips as he sloppily makes out with you. 

he pulls away just enough to discard his bottoms and underwear, cock already stiff and eager. he’s similar to euijoo, but his tip curves ever so slightly. you lick your lips, impatient to have yuma inside you. 

he angles himself against your waiting hole, slipping just the tip in first, both of you sighing at the first stretch. 

“god, you make the prettiest sounds,” yuma praises before kissing you again. he pushes all the way in and you squeal against his lips. 

yuma fucks like an animal in heat, loud and unrestrained. he grunts in your ear, pounding into you while you gasp and sob from the sensation. your arms and wrists hurt but your entire body is alight with pleasure, yuma’s dick dragging deliciously against your walls. 

“fuck, look at you,” nicholas’ voice drifts into your consciousness. he’s standing by the left side of the bed, still jerking himself off to the sight of you and yuma. 

“i get why euijoo’s addicted to seeing you get fucked by other guys,” nicholas adds with a breathless laugh.

“shut up,” comes euijoo’s response from the right side of the bed. his arm reaches over to tug nicholas closer to him. their lips meet in a heated kiss and both their hands speed up around their cocks. 

“woah,” yuma chuckles, grunting with the effort of sliding in and out of you while you’re clamped down around him. “gotta get in on that action later.”

you whimper in response, too fucked out to formulate any audible words. nicholas and euijoo pull away from each other and yuma takes this opportunity to pause, adjusting his stance, bracing his knees firmer on the bed. he takes your legs and throws them over his shoulders, folding your knees to your chest.

your eyes roll into the back of your head at the new angle, yuma reaching deeper into you. you don’t think either euijoo or nicholas had even reached that deep into you before. 

you feel yourself hurtling towards yet another orgasm as yuma slams into you over and over again. your fists are clenched, your body tense from the unnatural position, but the coil in your abdomen grows taut, tighter and tighter with each thrust from yuma.

it’s like a dam breaking when you finally cum again, a cry ripping from your throat as the world goes white. yuma’s hips stutter, then he stops altogether, cumming inside you a moment later. he presses your knees even harder against your chest, making sure not one drop of him escapes you. 

“shit, move, i wanna cum inside her, too.”

you hear euijoo’s frantic voice first before you feel yuma abruptly pull out. a second later, euijoo pushes in, and you sob from the sudden intrusion. euijoo ekes out three cursory thrusts before he’s spilling himself in you. 

“holy fuck,” nicholas whines. “fuck, fuck, fuck, get out, juju–”

all you can do is whimper when nicholas slots himself inside you, filling you up yet again with hot, sticky cum. he starts to move once he’s relieved, fucking his, euijoo’s, and yuma’s cum further into your messy pussy. 

you feel warm lips press against your forehead, pulling you back to this plane of existence. at least partially.

“still with us, angel?” you look up to see euijoo eyeing you carefully. you smile tiredly at him, nodding.

“yeah,” you affirm.

“good,” euijoo responds almost too quickly. 

you’re completely caught off guard, surprise evidently shown on your face and said man just knows it’s because of the rare situation. like, what he is doing in your room? how was yuma able to sneak him passed you? the pale man could only get more pale but he’s already set on his idea.

“hi...” his voice sounds as meek as it is deep, deeper than the red flush traveling down his neck and coloring his ears..

maybe going to you and yuma about this would be detrimental. or maybe not. i mean, who else would he go to other than his best friend that knows exactly what he wants to learn?

yuma quickly turns your attention back towards him with a hand gripping your jaw, craning your neck as he crouches down to your eye level, and you just want to smack that frown off his face for interrupting your cooking.

“hey kitty, lemme fill you in briefly.” he tilts his head slightly, tone overly sweet for a good reason — perhaps to himself. you’re still trying to find reason for all this. “jo here just needs a little favor from us and as my duty as his teacher for practically everything, i must help him out.”

there’s silence for a moment as you’re looking between the two different men. yuma was the one who breaks it first, like always.

“you know, a little something back for all the tutor lessons he gave me for that other class.”

.. okay, he didn’t have to mock you like that.

the narrow squint of your eyes is what gets the man to continue. “and you do remember our conversation the other day, right? about who could be our… plus one?”

immediately, your eyes blinked wide as big as saucers. he’s watching you clearly through his blonde bangs but you avoid his gaze, knowing how they dilate in glee upon seeing the flush that spreads over your cheeks in recollection of what he brought up.

you definitely can recall the past discussion clearly, how he sat criss cross across from you with an enthusiastic look on his face as you listed potential candidates to your shared fantasy. throughout the talk yuma did not stay silent though, he definitely threw his two cents in with a list of his own, the names of two other men ringing in your ears with a bit more consideration…

he chuckles through his lopsided, toothy grin once you’ve caught on, raising an eyebrows as you finally speak up.

“why would you even bring tha—”

“because this is a perfect chance. jo wants to learn, you have your lil necklace on,” he points out, letting his hand fall from your jawline to twirl the small pendant of your necklace around his finger, the same necklace you use to let him know how freely you want him to take. he remembers clearly when you both exchanged jewelry after a well thought out conversation. “we wanted a plus one…? two and two together…?”

okay whatever, it adds up.

you should be mad at him, you should hit him for even thinking of this, you should question him on how long this teaching thing has been going.

but he’s right— however much you want to smack him and run away before he pull you over his shoulder to repeat this again. you’ll never tell him he’s so right but you figured he already knows by how he leans away, hands falling back onto his hips as his shoulders jump from his stifled laugh.

you took one look back at jo, who raises his eyebrows and blinks his usually narrowed eyes back at you with a hopeful gaze. the sheepish smile that settles on his full lips could only mean that he’s most certainly spoken to yuma about some another fantasy of his as well.

the sigh that empties from your lungs was deep and the fidgeting of your hands was evident, but the way you shift where you sat and the obviously coy look you gave yuma was all he needed to get to work.

you sort of knew what you were getting into, but you didn’t think it would be like this.

right when yuma pushed you back onto the mountain of pillows and told you to stay silent, you immediately caught onto his idea. and now that you’re in this deep, soaked panties thrown somewhere else in the room and long gone, you’re not sure whether or not is really was a good idea.

“okay jojo,” he mumbles and you wish he would’ve never picked up on the little nickname you called jo, giving out a deep sigh at the sound of his purr instead of scolding him. “she’s all yours.”

and fuck, was jo ready. so ready it caught you off guard by the immediate way he leans in to suddenly lick over your entire slit, glasses pushed all the way up and still on. you can see the way yuma’s grin widens from where he laid besides jo, relishing on the soft moan that tumbles from your parted lips. despite it being a first experimental taste, you’re completely winded. he was eager, like he was waiting for this moment all his life, ready to coat his lips with your shining slick.

“like that?” jo mumbles way too close to your cunt and your eyes almost roll at the soft gaze he gives yuma. yuma’s grip on your thigh tightens and you’re catching his stare, feeling yourself grow hotter under his feline stare. what a freak, getting off on seeing his girl get used.

“mhm, just like that.” he nods, pushing your knee closer to your own stomach while turning his attention the glistening wetness of your pussy. “do whatever you feel is right, i told you she’s your doll to play with.”

yuma’s marveling at how slick you’ve already gotten in the span of this spontaneous scene happening, much to your dismay. yet, it’s clear how effect you both are, and jo is completely unaware and just focused on learning more.

he doesn’t waste no time, remembering what instructions yuma gave him from before and putting it to good use. yuma can’t help the small giggle from seeing how eager he was and how you struggled to hide your moans.

“hold on,” both you and jo grow back into your senses at the command yuma gives him, a sharp exhale falling from your lips when jo pulls off from your swollen clit with a wet pop. hm.. what a good boy. you glance back down between them and find jo staring at your cunt with an expression you can’t really make out through your clouded mind. “it seems like you have something to say…?”

ugh, you’re dizzy from yuma’s teasing nature. it’s clear you all want this, want him to continue but, you wait. gnawing onto your raw bottom lip, you wait. watching jo’s heavy and half fogged up glasses slide a bit further down his perfect nose, you fucking wait.

it’s like jo loses all prior confidence within that one second, blinking rapidly as he tilts his head in thought. he doesn’t know how to word it without being blunt but you didn’t think the words he chooses were going to affect you that much.

“so wet. it’s, like, almost bubbling. is she always like this?” speaking as if you weren’t there and you know how much yuma loves to indulge in it. your sheepish whine gets caught off by the cocky man. “jojo—”

“always. at least with me,” yuma simply shrugs and pairs it with a smug smile, leaning his chin over jo’s shoulder to marvel with him at the sight. it should be embarrasing. “means you’re doing a good job, jo, and you just got started..”

your eyes meet yuma’s just as he utters those words, sharing a moment, both knowing why exactly you’re this wet. you’ve clearly been needing this.

jo swipes his tongue over his lips, the sight rendering you speechless despite not saying anything. just the image and the feeling of him tasting your essence was enough to make you tremble underneath their hands, your eyes lowering down to the mess jo’s already made with his tongue instead. your hands fidget with the sheets, not uttering a word. maybe you should just let yuma teach…

“remember— lick, suck, kiss, maybe even nibble,” you hear yuma mumble as he presses the side of his face closer towards jo’s, pushing against his glasses until they’re sitting crooked as he’s squishing his cheek against jo’s. “serenade the lovely lady, worship the kitty, adore her… and maybe, you’ll hear a purr in return.”

he had no fucking business talking this way with such a nasty grin. you would yell at him if it didn’t outright affect you so clearly. it irks you knowing how much fun he’s having speaking this way — especially because he knows he can with jo. said man only speaks in obscenely blunt words to get his point across and yuma always gravitated towards him for that exact reason. he has always been intrigued by jo and now he is savoring the moment.

you would never tell him you were always in fact intrigued by the same, opting to kick yuma’s shoulder for such lewd and stupid talk before he holds your leg further away and apart from the other with another giggle.

“lick her slick clean, kiss on those lips,” yuma keeps going and your eyes trail upwards until they’re glued onto jo, watching his glasses slide a bit further down when his nose bridge scrunches as he intakes the information whispered into his ear. “see this cute little button right here?”

yuma’s hand snakes around jo to press two of his long fingers over your bare pussy, a gasp resonated from your lips when the tips presses onto your swollen clit. sparks trail throughout your body in the form of shivers and jo’s quick to take mental note on how you react. he does not miss the way your teeth sink deeper into your bottom lip until it whitens when yuma makes you melt so easily just by a small touch.

“this is called the clit, i’m sure you’ve heard of it before,” yuma hums in a gentle manner, unlike the rough tight circles he rubs over your sensitive bundle of nerves. jo’s definitely heard it before, maybe seen it before in anatomy class, but never touched it before until now. “mhm, like textbook saying, main erogenous zone — if you wanna get her to come in your mouth, right?”

jo shouldn’t be nodding so enthusiastically. you shouldn’t even be meeting his tired gaze if you want to keep your sanity. just the thought of them staring and playing with you as if you were nothing but a model of study shouldn’t have you this aroused. yet here you were, doing exactly that, with the two people you wished to do this with. you think you’re so conflicted, but all you want right now is to cum. fuck morals, you all want this.

“if you’re fucking her with your fingers, suck on her clit,” yuma sighs as if it was something jo should already know, but that’s what you’re all here for though, to teach him the basic knowledge. so he’ll keep explaining as if you weren’t there, rubbing his fingers over your clit lazily like it wouldn’t make the heat pool hotter in your trembling stomach. “if you’re licking up her juices, rub on her clit just like this— ahh, see? look at how wet she’s getting..”

you didn’t even realize when your eyes were almost twitching closed, mindlessly working yourself closer to more heated arousal until yuma pulls his sticking fingers away, leaving you to tremble with a small whine.

“fuck,” jo murmurs, eyebrows crinkling in what seems to be agony, adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps down the drooling need pooling in his mouth. your hooded gaze lowers to his line of sight, jaw dropping as you breathe out a hitched moan upon seeing yuma’s fingers. strings of your slick connect from the tips of his glistening fingers, the line growing thinner the farther away his hand pulls. it snaps back onto your throbbing clit once it breaks, a breathless chuckle coming from besides jo. “can i— please yuma… may i?”

“go ‘head, jojo. i’m pretty sure she’s dying to feel your tongue on her again.” yuma saw the desperation on the younger man’s face, could practically hear it, grinning at your already fucked out look. yuma’s buzzing with glee at the sight, wanting to see more. so just to make you all lose your minds a bit more, he leans into jo’s ear yet speaks loud enough for both of you to hear.

“if you get her to cum, maybe i’ll even teach you how to make her squirt on the next. wouldn’t that be fun?”

you turned your head, cheek pressed to the cushion. “yeah?”

he didn’t look at you right away. his ears had gone a little pink.

“shibari,” he said. then, quicker, like he needed to get it out before he lost his nerve: “i’ve been looking into it. not the suspension stuff—i’m not that good yet. just… tying. the way it looks. the way it feels. i thought maybe… if you wanted… we could try it. together.”

your cunt clenched so hard around nothing it almost hurt.

yuma finally glanced over, nervous but hopeful. “i bought some rope. soft stuff. i’ve been practicing on a pillow like an idiot for two weeks. i know the basic chest harness and a box tie. i watched a bunch of tutorials on safety and circulation and shit. i even bought safety shears.” he rubbed the back of his neck. “i just… i keep thinking about how pretty you’d look. and how much i’d like to see you let go like that. completely. but only if you want it. if it’s too much, we can forget i said anything.”

you sat up slowly. your heart was beating in your throat.

“i want it,” you said, and your voice came out rougher than you expected. “i’ve been wanting… something. i don’t know how to explain it. it’s not that what we have is bad, it’s just—”

“safe,” yuma finished quietly. he nodded like he understood. “i’ve felt it too. like we’re in this really good rhythm and i don’t want to mess it up, but part of me keeps wondering what it would feel like if i pushed a little harder. if i made you really helpless for once.”

the honesty in his voice made something in your chest loosen.

you talked for almost an hour after that.

he showed you the rope—deep black, soft cotton, nothing cheap. he let you feel it between your fingers. he explained the ties he wanted to try, showed you pictures on his phone (all artistic, consensual, beautiful). he told you he’d practiced the release knots until his fingers ached. you set a safeword together—the same one you always used, just in case. you talked about what “green/yellow/red” would look like when you couldn’t use your hands. you talked about aftercare. about what you both needed if it got intense.

by the time you went to bed that night, you were so wet you had to change your underwear.

you didn’t do it right away. yuma wanted to make sure he was actually ready, not just horny and impulsive. so for the next week and a half, it became this slow, delicious secret between you.

he’d text you during the day—pictures of rope laid out on the bed, or a new tutorial he’d found, or just a simple thinking about you tied up rn. can’t focus at work.

you’d send him back increasingly desperate replies.

one night he came over after a late practice and spent an hour just tying your arms behind your back over your clothes, nothing sexual, just practicing the tension and the feel of the rope on skin. he checked your circulation every few minutes, made you wiggle your fingers, asked if anything pinched. when he finally untied you, your arms were warm and heavy and you were so turned on you almost begged him to fuck you right there on the living room floor.

he didn’t. he kissed you slow and deep and told you, “not yet. i want the first time to be right.”

the night it finally happened, the air in the apartment felt different the second you walked in.

yuma had cleaned. really cleaned. the good candles were lit—the ones that smelled like sandalwood and something sweet. the bedroom was warm, low light, sheets fresh. the rope was already laid out on the bed in neat coils, safety shears on the nightstand like a quiet promise that if it got too much—there was an immediate out.

he met you at the door with a kiss that tasted like nerves and mint.

“you sure?” he asked against your mouth, hands sliding under your jacket to rest at your waist. “we can still just watch a movie. no pressure.”

you looked up at him—your steady, careful, secretly filthy boyfriend—and felt something molten settle low in your stomach.

“i’m sure,” you said. “i want this. i want you to tie me up and fuck me until i forget how to think. and i want to feel it tomorrow.”

yuma’s smirked at your words—exhale shaky as his hands tightened.

“okay,” he whispered. “then let’s do it right.”

he took his time undressing you.

not rushed, not frantic—slow, almost worshipful. he peeled off your layers one by one, kissing each new inch of skin like he was mapping it for the first time. when you were finally bare, he stepped back and just looked at you for a long moment, eyes dark.

“on the bed,” he said quietly. “on your back first. arms up by the headboard.”

you obeyed.

the first touch of rope against your skin made you shiver.

yuma started with the chest harness.

he worked in sections, explaining softly as he went—not because you needed the tutorial, but because talking seemed to steady his hands. the rope slid over your ribs, under your breasts, around your back. he pulled it snug but not tight, checking the tension with two fingers every time. when he finished the first layer and the rope framed your tits, pushing them forward slightly, he sat back on his heels and stared.

“jesus christ,” he breathed. “you look… fuck.”

you could feel how wet you already were, thighs pressing together instinctively.

he kept going.

the box tie for your arms took longer. he wanted it perfect—secure enough that you couldn’t slip out, comfortable enough that you could stay in it for a while. he guided your arms behind your back, wrapped your forearms together, then started the intricate pattern across your upper back and chest that locked everything in place. every new pass of rope made you feel smaller, more contained, more his.

he checked in constantly.

“still green?”

“wiggle your fingers for me.”

“tell me if anything goes numb or tingles wrong.”

between sections he kissed you—your mouth, your throat, the tops of your breasts where the rope framed them. by the time he finished the final knot at the small of your back, you were trembling, cunt throbbing, so turned on it almost hurt.

yuma sat back and looked at his work.

you couldn’t move your arms at all. the chest harness made every breath feel more deliberate. your nipples were tight, sensitive from the way the rope pushed everything forward. you felt displayed. owned. perfect.

“color?” he asked, voice rough.

“green,” you managed. “so green it’s embarrassing.”

he laughed, shaky, and leaned down to kiss you again—deeper this time, one hand sliding between your legs to find you soaked.

“good kitty—fuck,” he whispered against your mouth. “you’re dripping already and i haven’t even touched you properly.”

he took his time after that too.

he ate you out while you were bound, slow and thorough, like he had all night. he used his fingers and his tongue until your thighs were shaking around his head and you were begging—actually begging—in a way you hadn’t in months. when he finally pushed inside you, it was with a low groan that sounded like he’d been holding it back for hours.

the sex was intense in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.

with your arms bound you couldn’t touch him, couldn’t pull him closer, couldn’t do anything but take what he gave you. yuma used that. he held the chest harness like a handle, pulling you onto his cock with every thrust. he fucked you deep and steady, angling his hips exactly right, one hand working your clit in tight circles until you came so hard your vision whited out and you sobbed his name.

he followed soon after, burying himself deep, filling you up with a broken moan against your throat.

for a while afterward, there was nothing but breathing and the warm, heavy press of his body against yours.

then he tried to untie you.

it started fine. he loosened the decorative wraps on your chest, kissed the marks they left behind. but when he reached the main knot at the small of your back — the one that held the entire box tie together—his fingers slowed.

“…yuma?”

he tugged once. twice. frowned.

“it’s not—shit. it’s not moving.”

you felt the first real thread of unease curl through the afterglow.

he tried again, gentler, then with more pressure. the rope didn’t give. if anything, it seemed to have cinched tighter from the way you’d been moving and sweating and arching under him.

yuma sat back on his heels, staring at the knot like it had personally betrayed him.

“i don’t understand. i practiced this. i did it exactly the same way on the pillow.”

your shoulders were starting to ache now that the adrenaline was fading. not painful yet, but a deep, warm heaviness that wasn’t comfortable anymore.

“yuma,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “it’s okay. just… try the safety shears if you have to. i don’t mind losing the rope.”

he shook his head, jaw tight. “i don’t want to cut it if i don’t have to. the whole point was to be able to untie you properly.” he tried again, fingers working carefully at the trapped tail of the knot. nothing. “fuck. i think it pulled in on itself when you came. the tension’s all wrong.”

he worked at it for another ten minutes, growing more frustrated with every failed attempt. you could feel the shift in the room — the post-sex haze turning into something tighter, more anxious. your arms were definitely starting to protest now. not emergency-level, but enough that you were acutely aware of how immobile you still were.

yuma finally sat back, breathing hard, and reached for his phone on the nightstand.

“i’m calling nicholas.”

you blinked. “nicholas? why?”

yuma was already scrolling, ears red. “because he’s done this before. not with me, of course—with other people. remember that night we were all drinking at k’s place and he started talking about that ex who was really into rope? he said he learned how to tie and untie properly so he wouldn’t fuck it up. and he’s… he’s good in situations like this. calm. i trust him.”

he looked at you, phone already ringing.

“only if you’re okay with it. i can keep trying, or i can cut it right now. your call.”

you hesitated for half a second — the idea of nicholas seeing you like this, naked and bound and messy with yuma’s cum still leaking out of you, sent a confusing rush of heat through your already sensitive body—then nodded.

“okay,” you said quietly. “call him.”

nicholas arrived twenty minutes later.

he knocked once, let himself in when yuma called out, and stepped into the bedroom with his usual easy posture—hoodie, sweats, hair still damp from a shower like he’d come straight over. his eyes flicked over the scene once, quick and assessing: you on the bed, still mostly tied, flushed and marked, yuma sitting beside you looking stressed and guilty.

he didn’t laugh. didn’t make a joke right away.

he just closed the door behind him and said, “hey. you okay?”

the question was directed at you.

you swallowed. “yeah. arms are getting sore but circulation’s fine. just… stuck.”

nicholas nodded, then looked at yuma. “you tried the usual release?”

“everything,” yuma said, rubbing his face. “i think i pulled it too tight during… y’know.”

nicholas’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t comment. he moved to the side of the bed, crouched down so he was level with your back, and gently touched the stuck knot with two fingers. his hands were warm. steady.

“yeah,” he said after a moment. “it’s seized. sweat and movement’ll do that, especially if the tail got trapped. i can work it out, but it’s gonna take time and i’ll have to be careful. cutting’s always an option if you want out fast.”

he glanced at yuma, then back at you.

“i’m happy to help. no judgment, seriously. but i’m not gonna lie—walking in here and seeing you like this…” his voice dropped a little, teasing but not cruel. “it’s doing things to my brain. so if i’m gonna sit here and work on this knot for the next twenty minutes, i need to know what the vibe is. because i can be very professional about this. or…” he let the sentence hang. “i can be helpful in other ways too. if that’s something you’re both open to.”

the room went very quiet.

yuma’s hand found yours—or tried to, since your arms were still bound. his fingers brushed your hip instead.

“baby?” he asked softly. “what do you want?”

you looked at nicholas—calm, patient, giving you every out in the world—and then at yuma, whose ears were burning red but whose cock was already half-hard again against his thigh.

the slow burn that had been building all week, all month, all the quiet frustration you’d both been feeling, suddenly had somewhere to go.

you took a shaky breath.

“um…i want…” your voice came out smaller than you meant it to. “i want you to help with the knot. and i want… whatever else happens while you do it. if yuma’s okay with it.”

yuma’s exhale was shaky, but when he spoke, his voice was steady.

“i’m okay with it,” he said. “more than okay. i’ve been thinking about it since i called him, honestly. seeing you like this… with someone else looking at you…” he swallowed. “it’s doing something to me i didn’t expect. so if you want this—if you want him to touch you while he gets you out—i’m in. i’ll be right here the whole time.”

nicholas’s smile was small and warm and a little dangerous.

“alright,” he said quietly. “then let’s take our time.”

he started with the parts of the harness that weren’t stuck—loosening the chest wraps first, working slowly, deliberately. every time a strand of rope came free he ran his fingers over the marks it left behind, soothing the skin. his touch was confident in a way yuma’s had been careful. different. new.

“you did good work,” he told yuma without looking up. “the harness is clean. it’s just this one knot that’s being a bitch.”

yuma didn’t answer. he was watching nicholas’s hands on you like he couldn’t look away.

nicholas kept talking as he worked—low, conversational, but the words started to shift.

“bet you felt real pretty while he was tying you,” he murmured, fingers brushing the side of your breast as he loosened another wrap. “all wrapped up and helpless. yuma’s got good taste.”

you shivered.

he noticed.

his hand paused, then deliberately stroked down your side, over the curve of your waist, down to your hip. not quite between your legs yet. just… close.

“you use the color system?” he asked, fingers lingering on the inner of your thigh.

you nodded.

“good to know, ”nicholas said, voice low and approving. “i’ll keep going slow, though. i’m still gonna work on this knot, but i’m not gonna pretend my hands are only here for the rope anymore.”

his fingers finally moved higher.

he didn’t rush. while his left hand stayed busy loosening the last stubborn sections of the chest harness, his right hand slid fully between your thighs. two fingers dragged slowly through your folds, gathering the mess yuma had left inside you earlier and spreading it up over your clit in one long, deliberate stroke.

you gasped. your hips twitched up before you could stop them.

nicholas made a quiet, pleased sound.

“still so wet,” he murmured. “even after everything. yuma really did a number on you, didn’t he?”

yuma hadn’t moved from his spot on the edge of the bed. his hand was wrapped around his cock again, stroking slow and tight, eyes locked on nicholas’s fingers as they circled your clit with lazy, confident pressure. his breathing had gone shallow. every time nicholas touched you, yuma’s hand moved a little faster.

nicholas kept talking as he worked—low, conversational, almost gentle even as his words turned filthy.

“bet you felt so pretty while he was tying you up,” he said again, softer this time. “all wrapped up and helpless. couldn’t do anything but take what he gave you. and now look at you.” his fingers dipped lower, pressing two inside you without warning. the stretch made your back arch. 

“still letting someone else touch you while you’re stuck. such a good girl.”

you whimpered. the remaining ropes dug into your flesh as your body tried to move on instinct.

nicholas’s fingers curled inside you, slow and deep, finding that gummy spot that made your thighs shake. his thumb stayed on your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had you seeing stars almost immediately. he was still loosening rope with his other hand, like this was the most normal thing in the world—like fingering you while he untied you was just another part of helping.

“color?” he asked again, voice steady even as he pushed his fingers deeper.

“mmph—gre-green.” you managed, voice cracking.

“good.” he rewarded you by adding a third finger, stretching you open while he worked at a particularly stubborn loop behind your back. “you’re taking me so well. yuma, your girl’s greedy. she’s squeezing my fingers like she wants more already.”

yuma’s voice was rough when he finally spoke.

“bet she does,” he said quietly. “she’s been like this all week. every time i texted her about the rope she’d send me these desperate little replies. i think she’s been waiting for something like this. fuckin’ needy kitty”

nicholas hummed, pleased, and leaned down to press a kiss to your inner thigh — soft, almost sweet—before he pulled his fingers out. he wiped them slowly on your skin, then shifted up the bed so he was kneeling beside your head.

he didn’t ask this time. he just tugged his sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion, then tapped the head of his heavy cock against your lips.

“open.”

you did.

he fed his cock into your mouth slowly, letting you feel the weight of it on your tongue. one hand braced on the headboard, the other still occasionally tugging at the rope behind your back. he didn’t thrust hard at first—just shallow, controlled movements that let you adjust. spit gathered at the corners of your mouth and dripped down your chin. he didn’t wipe it away. he let it make a mess.

yuma moved closer without being asked. he sat right beside your head, one hand stroking your hair, the other still working his own cock. every time nicholas pushed deeper into your throat, yuma’s fingers tightened in your hair—not pushing, just holding. grounding you.

“fuck,” yuma whispered. “you look so good like this. taking him so deep while you’re still half-tied up.”

nicholas groaned low in his chest, hips rolling forward a little more. his free hand slid down to your chest, fingers tracing the remaining ropes that framed your tits—pinching at your already sensitive nipples. 

you whined around his cock, causing him to buck slightly into the warmth of your mouth.

“she’s good at this,” he said, voice rougher now. “mouth feels like heaven. you’ve been keeping this all to yourself, yuma? selfish.”

yuma didn’t argue. he just smirked, eyes dark, hand moving faster on his cock.

nicholas pulled out of your mouth after a few minutes, cock shiny and wet. he wiped the head across your lower lip, smearing spit, then shifted back down between your thighs. he dragged his cock through your folds once, twice—slow, teasing.

“is this okay—?”

nicholas’s voice was low, rough around the edges, but steady. he was holding himself right there, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance, not pushing in yet. one hand braced on the bed beside your hip, the other still loosely tangled in the remaining rope at your back. his eyes flicked up to your face, then over to yuma, giving both of you the space to answer.

you nodded, voice small but clear. “green. it’s okay. i want it.”

yuma’s hand tightened in your hair for a second before he answered too, voice hoarse.

“yeah. it’s okay. just… don’t cum inside her.” his ears were burning red, but his cock twitched visibly in his fist. “i want to watch you use her. but i also don’t want my girlfriend pregnant with my best friends baby so… pull out just to be safe.”

nicholas’s mouth curved into that small, dangerous smirk again.

“got it.”

he pushed in.

slow. the stretch was deeper than his fingers had been, thicker, and you felt every inch as he sank into you. the remaining ropes creaked as your body tried to arch. nicholas stayed buried to the hilt for a long moment, letting you feel every inch while he finally worked the last of the main knot free. when it gave, he didn’t untie you completely. he just loosened the box tie enough that your arms had a little more room, then started to move.

“fuck,” he breathed. “so warm. so fucking tight even after yuma used you.”

long, deep strokes that rocked you up the bed. one hand on your hip, the other sliding up to fist gently in your hair, pulling your head back so he could watch your face while he fucked you. the remaining ropes creaked with every thrust. your chest harness stayed on, framing everything, making every breath feel tighter.

yuma leaned in and kissed you—messy, open-mouthed, swallowing your moans while nicholas fucked you harder. his hand found your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple where the rope pushed it forward.

nicholas’s pace stayed steady, controlled, even as he reached down to rub your clit with his thumb in tight, relentless circles.

“gonna come again,” he said, not a question. “i can feel it. you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

you came with a broken sob, thighs shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. the overstimulation hit hard — too much, too soon after everything — but nicholas didn’t stop. he fucked you through it, pace never faltering, thumb still working your clit until you were crying from how good it felt and how much it was.

yuma kissed the tears off your cheeks, murmuring praise against your skin the whole time.

“look at you,” yuma rasped, voice low. “taking him so well while you’re still half-tied. my good kitty.”

nicholas made a pleased sound at the nickname and rewarded you by picking up the pace just a little. his hand left your thigh and slid up to your chest, fingers tracing the rope before he pinched one of your nipples, rolling it between his fingers until you whined around a moan.

“she likes that,” nicholas said, almost conversational, like he was giving yuma a tip. “gets tighter around me every time i play with her tits.”

he kept fucking you like that for a while—deep, steady, letting the pleasure build slow and thick in your stomach. his free hand eventually drifted down between your legs again, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, relentless circles that had your thighs shaking in minutes.

the overstimulation was creeping in fast. you’d already come twice tonight; your body was sensitive, oversensitive, but nicholas didn’t let up. he kept the pressure on your clit steady while he fucked you harder, the wet sound of it filling the room alongside your broken little noises.

“too much?” he asked, voice still low but teasing now. “or are you gonna be a good girl and come on my cock like you’re supposed to?”

you couldn’t answer with words. you just nodded frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt.

nicholas’s hand in your hair tightened—not yuma’s gentle hold anymore, but a firm grip that pulled your head back so he could see your face while he fucked you.

“use your words, kitty.”

“g-green,” you gasped. “please— please don’t stop—”

“good girl.”

he fucked you harder after that.

the pace turned rougher, deeper, the headboard knocking softly against the wall. every thrust jolted you up the bed. the remaining ropes dug into your skin in the best way, a constant reminder that you were still bound, still helpless, still at their mercy. nicholas’s thumb never left your clit. he rubbed it in tight, fast circles that had you shaking, babbling, tears slipping down your temples.

yuma leaned down and kissed you through it—messy, open-mouthed, swallowing your moans while his hand worked his cock faster. every time you clenched around nicholas, yuma groaned like he could feel it too.

he pulled back, lips pink and a line of spit still connecting your mouths until he spoke.

“want me in your mouth, baby?”

yuma’s voice was low, rough with how turned on he was. he was still stroking himself, eyes flicking between your face and where nicholas was buried inside you. his hand in your hair was gentle, but there was a new tension in it—like he was holding himself back from just taking.

you nodded, voice hoarse. “yes. please.”

nicholas made a low, approving sound and slowed his thrusts just enough to let yuma move. he kept one hand on your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles that made your whole body twitch, while the other stayed fisted in the remaining rope at your back.

yuma shifted up the bed, kneeling beside your head. he tapped the head of his cock against your lips, smearing pre-cum across them.

“open up for me, kitty.”

you did.

he slid into your mouth with a shaky exhale, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other stayed tangled in your hair. he didn’t thrust hard at first — just rocked forward in shallow movements, letting you adjust, letting you taste him while nicholas kept fucking you from below.

the dual sensation was overwhelming.

nicholas’s cock hitting deep with every roll of his hips, his thumb never leaving your clit. yuma’s cock heavy on your tongue, stretching your mouth, the hand in your hair tightening every time you moaned around him. the remaining ropes creaked and dug into your skin with every movement, a constant reminder that you were still bound, still at their mercy.

“fuck,” yuma groaned, hips stuttering. “your mouth feels so good. look at you—taking both of us like this. my good, needy kitty.”

nicholas’s pace picked up again, rougher now. the wet sound of him fucking you filled the room alongside the obscene, slick noises of you sucking yuma’s cock. every time nicholas thrust in hard, it pushed you forward onto yuma’s cock, making you take him deeper.

nicholas’s free hand slid up to your chest, fingers tracing the rope before he pinched your nipple again, rolling it between his fingers.

“she’s squeezing me so fucking tight,” he said, voice strained. “every time you pull her hair she clenches around me. you feel that, yuma?”

yuma’s hand tightened in your hair on purpose, pulling just enough to make your scalp tingle. you whined around his cock and nicholas groaned at the way your cunt fluttered around him.

“yeah,” nicholas rasped. “just like that.”

he leaned down and spat on your clit—hot and filthy—then rubbed it in with his thumb, mixing it with your slick and the reminisce of yuma’s release. the extra wetness made everything more intense. you were shaking now, thighs trembling, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as the overstimulation built and built.

yuma noticed. he wiped one of your tears with his thumb, voice softer even as he kept fucking your mouth.

“you’re doing so good, baby. taking us so well. you can come again, can’t you? be our good girl.”

nicholas’s thumb pressed harder on your clit, circling faster.

“come on, kitty,” he coaxed, voice low and rough. “come on my cock while your boyfriend fucks your throat. wanna feel you fall apart.”

nicholas’s thumb pressed harder on your clit, circling faster, relentless.

the pressure built fast—too fast. your body was already oversensitive, trembling, tears slipping down your temples from how intense everything felt. nicholas’s cock kept hitting that deep, perfect spot with every thrust. yuma’s hand tightened in your hair, pulling just enough to make your scalp burn in the best way while he fucked your mouth in shallow, controlled strokes.

you came hard.

it hit like a wave crashing over you. your whole body locked up, thighs shaking violently as the orgasm ripped through you. a broken, muffled sob escaped around yuma’s cock as your cunt clenched down hard around nicholas—and then you squirted.

hot, wet release gushed out around nicholas’s cock, soaking his hips, the sheets, and the remaining ropes. your vision whited out for a second. your body convulsed, another smaller spurt following the first as nicholas kept rubbing your clit through it, fucking you through the intense, overwhelming orgasm.

“fuuuck— there she is,” nicholas groaned, voice strained. “good fucking girl. look at you squirting all over me.”

yuma pulled out of your mouth just in time to watch, eyes wide and dark with awe.

“holy shit, baby…” he rasped. “you’re so fucking pretty.”

nicholas didn’t stop moving right away. he fucked you through the aftershocks, slower now but still deep, letting you ride out every twitch and pulse. only when your body finally started to go limp did he carefully pull out, his cock shiny and wet with your release.

he stroked himself fast, eyes locked on the mess between your legs and the way you were still trembling.

“shit—gonna come—” he warned, voice tight.

he came with a low, rough groan, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach, your chest, and the black ropes still framing your tits. he kept stroking through it, marking you while you were still shaking and teary from your orgasm.

yuma was right there beside your head, breathing hard. the sight of you squirting, crying, covered in nicholas’s cum seemed to push him over the edge too.

“fuck—can i come on your face, baby?” he asked, voice wrecked. “or in your mouth?”

you nodded weakly, still floaty. “mouth… please.”

yuma shifted forward again, tapping his cock against your lips. you opened for him without hesitation. he slid back in with a shaky moan and only lasted a few more shallow thrusts before he was coming too—hot and thick on your tongue. he pulled back just enough at the end so some of it spilled onto your lips and chin, marking you there as well.

for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were heavy breathing and the quiet creak of the remaining rope as your body slowly relaxed.

nicholas moved first, gentle again.

he carefully worked the last of the box tie free, massaging life back into your arms with steady hands. he checked your circulation, pressed soft kisses to every deep red mark the rope had left. yuma helped too—stepping away only for a second to blow out the candles, grab a warm wet cloth to wipe you clean, bringing water, pressing kisses to your wrists, your forehead, the center of your chest.

when you were finally completely free, they both helped you sit up slowly. nicholas supported your back while yuma made sure you drank. nicholas was the first to speak, voice quiet and a little rough.

“you good?”

you nodded, still floaty and sated. “yeah… really good. that was… intense.”

nicholas stayed long enough to make sure you were steady, long enough to ruffle yuma’s hair on the way out and say, casual as anything.

“soooo—same time, next week…? i’ve got ideas.”

yuma let out a quiet, breathless laugh, ears still pink as he waved him off.

“get out of here, man.”

the door clicked shut behind nicholas, and the apartment suddenly felt much quieter. just the low hum of the city outside the window and the soft sound of both of you breathing.

yuma turned back to you immediately.

he helped you sit up properly, then pulled you gently into his lap so your back was against his chest. his arms wrapped around you, warm and solid, one hand stroking slow circles over your stomach while the other rested over your heart. he pressed a long, soft kiss to the side of your shoulder, right over one of the faint rope marks.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, voice still a little rough. “really okay? that got… intense at the end.”

you nodded, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. your body still felt loose and heavy, pleasantly sore in all the right places. the marks from the ropes were already starting to bloom across your skin—faint red lines across your chest and arms that would probably darken by morning.

“i’m good,” you murmured. “really good. it was a lot, but… in the best way. i liked it. all of it.”

yuma let out a slow breath against your skin, like he’d been holding it in.

“yeah?” he asked, a little shy. “even the… watching part? me letting him touch you like that?”

you turned your head enough to look at him. his cheeks were still flushed, but his eyes were soft and open.

“especially that part,” you said honestly. “seeing how turned on you got… hearing you call me your good kitty while he was fucking me… it did something to me.” you reached up and touched his cheek. “and the way you were still so gentle with me the whole time. it made me feel safe. even when i was completely helpless.”

yuma’s arms tightened around you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck for a second, breathing you in.

“i didn’t know i’d like it that much,” he admitted, voice muffled against your skin. “watching him use you. seeing you fall apart like that. and then getting to be part of it too…” he pulled back just enough to look at you again, eyes warm. “it felt really good. like… i got to share something with you and still have you at the end. i liked taking care of you after. both of us taking care of you.”

you smiled, soft and a little sleepy.

“i liked that too,” you said. “all of it. the ropes. the way you two worked together. the way you looked at me the whole time.” you paused, then added quietly, “and i really liked squirting like that in front of both of you. felt… filthy. in a good way.”

yuma groaned softly, hiding his face in your shoulder again.

“don’t say that right now or i’m gonna get hard again,” he muttered, but you could feel him smiling against your skin.

you laughed, quiet and content.

the two of you stayed like that for a while—just breathing together, yuma’s hands slowly stroking over your arms and sides, checking the rope marks, pressing kisses to every one he found. eventually he helped you to the bathroom, ran a warm bath, and got in with you. he washed your hair gently, massaged your shoulders, and made sure every trace of cum and sweat was gone. you leaned back against his chest in the water, eyes half-closed, while he murmured soft praise against your temple.

“my good girl,” he whispered. “my brave, perfect kitty. thank you for trusting me with that. for trusting both of us.”

after the bath he dried you off carefully, rubbed lotion into the faint rope burns, and dressed you in one of his big soft t-shirts. he changed the sheets while you sat on the edge of the bed sipping water, then pulled you under the covers with him.

you curled into his chest, one leg thrown over his hip, his arms wrapped securely around you. the city lights glowed faintly through the curtains. everything felt warm and quiet and safe again.

yuma kissed the top of your head.

“next week…” he said after a moment, voice low and thoughtful. “if you still want to… i think i’d like to try again. maybe let nicholas tie you this time. or maybe just the two of us first, so i can practice more.” he paused. “or both. whatever you want.”

you smiled against his chest, already half-asleep.

“whatever we want,” you corrected softly. “we are in this together.”

yuma’s arms tightened around you one last time.

“always. together,” he agreed.

he held you close as you drifted off—marked, loved, and already dreaming about ropes, soft hands, and the loud, sweet and steady boy who had started it all.

𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲ㅤ © ㅤ ( 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 — 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝗜.​ ㅤ ❤︎ㅤ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 . )

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: nekoz debut on my blog ~ ! i love this duo so im so surprised this is my first time writing them hehe i actually got this idea whilst chatting with my sweet wife @jyuugoyasmine n jus had to make it a reality bc this plot was too good to pass up on so this is lowk for her hehe (˶ ´༥` ˶) i hope u all enjoy this ~~ pls lmk ur thoughts n opinions ! i loveeee when u guys interact w me (˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)

A/N: this is just pure, filthy smut. I’m hoping I tagged everyone! Thank you all for waiting patiently! 🩷 This has been checked over a couple of times but I’ll check over it once more in the morning for any mistakes etc! x

The blood running through Jisung's body had frozen over. Stiff with shock, his eyes are still glued to the screen of your phone - at the message his best friend just sent through to you. As a result, a million and one questions fire around Jisung's brain in such a short amount of time. 

The first and most important thing was deciphering whether you and Chan were together. In his mind, there was no way. No way. Chan had recently come out of a long-term relationship and even said so himself the other week that he wasn't looking for another one any time soon. That he has zero plans to dive back into the dating scene for a long time.

Not to mention, you wouldn’t do anything as terrible as cheating. Jisung trusts that and his friends wholeheartedly. 

That seemed to be his only saving grace from wanting to justify his next actions, or at least Hyunjin's, because as soon as Jisung managed to peel his eyes from the screen, he catches full sight of his two friends, lip locked. 

You were still in between Hyunjin's legs, slightly twisted around in order to reach his mouth whereas he leans down just a bit to help. His hands were dangerously close to the waistband of your underwear - your underwear which had been soaked through after getting yourself off in front of them minutes ago.

Jisung still couldn't believe he witnessed that, nor what he's witnessing right now.

It was clear that the game of truth or dare had been derailed and preoccupied by a more pressing matter. As Jisung listens to the wet sounds of your mouths moving, he feels the familiar, aching throb in his pants. A reminder that he's still hard and has been for a while.

It only gets worse for him when he watches Hyunjin eventually slide down the front of your damp underwear, feeling how warm and slick you are. It doesn't take long for his fingers to lather up nicely and ease over your sensitive clit.

This is his dream unfolding.

The way you silently plead for Hyunjin to fuck you with his long fingers by opening your legs is hampered when Jisung inches closer to the pair of you. This time in between your bent legs. Hyunjin regrettably peers up and away from you for a second, the pads of his fingers still rubbing delicate barely-there circles over your clit.

"I wanna taste you," he says, leaning forward and closer, his doe eyes gazing pleadingly.

Hyunjin removes his hand from your pussy and holds his slender, glossy fingers up to his friend's mouth. Your cum is glazed over his digits, sticky thin strings that connect his middle and ring fingers, gleaming desirably for Jisung who shuffles forward eagerly to take them in his mouth, suckling and licking everything he’s being offered. 

But it's not enough for him.

"So good," Jisung murmurs as if he's under the influence after Hyunjin retracts his fingers. "But I need more than that. Let me taste that pretty pussy of yours.”

You cower half of your face into Hyunjin's chest with embarrassment, trying to hide the flush of red his comment brings out in your cheeks. He uses his other hand to gently tuck some of your hair behind your ear.

“Alright,” you give an affirming nod to Jisung who inflates with joy on the inside. 

He leans forward once more, this time to kiss you; slowly yet heated and needy for each other. There's an equal division of lust between you and him the moment his lips connect with yours.

As he breaks away from you, his eyes lock with Hyunjin for a few lingering moments before the pair of them share yet another kiss. Neither of them cared too much about it or what it was going to mean afterwards. All they knew is that they liked it and would have no trouble doing it again.

“You’ll get your turn,” Jisung teases, licking once over Hyunjin’s plush lips. “Maybe.” 

Hyunjin scowls at him, but with that in hand, Jisung finds the band of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your thighs, all the way down to your ankles, and off. The wet mess you left for them has Jisung salivating like some rabid dog. He lowers himself onto his elbows where his hot breath washes over your inner thighs. He hasn’t started and already has you pressing back further into Hyunjin, further into his crotch where he needs you the most.

That first point of contact makes your skin tingle. He presses chaste kisses into your skin. To truly bury his mouth into your pussy, Jisung snakes his hands around your thighs, gripping lovingly into your flesh. It helps anchor him and you more importantly. You squirm and quiver, legs trembling as he begins to kitten lick over your clit, using it to wet you up even more. 

Your eyelids flutter closed, focusing on the sensation, “y-yes…feels…”

“How does it feel?” Hyunjin begs the question for you.  

It feels like nothing else you’ve ever felt before. There have been a couple of times where a man will give you good head, but not like this. Jisung knows what he’s doing. He’s taking advantage of your over sensitive pussy, switching up his tongue game by sucking and flicking to keep you just above the edge. His skills have you gripping onto Hyunjin’s thighs that still cage around your body. 

“Good, feels good,” you swallow, feeling and listening to the way Jisung has come to lap everything up in between your legs. 

Hyunjin reckons he can make you feel better too and decides to use his hands to slide underneath your shirt. He gently supports your back with one hand while Jisung continues to eat you out. The other hand unclasps your bra, giving Hyunjin free access to grope your tits under your shirt once it’s removed. By then, you’re able to lean back into his body and continue to melt from the sensations.

Strained mewls and moans tear up your throat when Hyunjin uses his index fingers and thumbs to pinch roll your nipples. He savours the pathetic whimpers you make when he starts rolling them too. You struggle helplessly against him, pressing your chest up only for him to pinch them just a little bit harder. It’s like you wanted him to stop, but you also needed him to keep going.  

“Hyun…jin, s’too much, can’t-“

He finds himself nuzzling against your face, kissing your cheek here and there as an attempt to touch you as much as he can. He lingers on the fact that you’re barely able to speak in full sentences which does something to his brain. Like he and Jisung have reduced your mind and body to a point where it only knows and seeks pleasure. There’s no room for you to be able to speak when words can’t even describe what you’re feeling. 

“Can’t what baby?” He asks. “I’m sure you can take it.”

Jisung’s mouth throws your mind off of answering Hyunjin, right when he starts flicking his tongue right over the heavily stimulated bud of nerves. Your thighs firmly clamp around Jisung’s head, trembling from its effect that Hyunjin can even feel you quiver from behind. 

Turns out his best friend is good with his mouth. Hyunjin couldn’t help but wonder what other use it has. 

“Cumming, please I need to cum,” you beg desperately.

One of your hands makes it through Jisung’s dark hair, something to hold onto to brace yourself for that intense round of pleasure. The assault from his tongue leaves you no choice but to tug and pull on his hair until Jisung himself starts moaning into your pussy from the pain - good, inviting pain. 

“Nobody’s stopping you baby. “Gonna cum for us? Again?” Hyunjin urges gently.

“Yes!” You whine pleadingly. “Mm, r-right there!”

The closer you are to the edge of your orgasm, your hips start to make subtle upward movements. Almost like you’re trying to ride his face, which Jisung welcomes, would invite actually. It’s what he wants anyway - for you to use his face until you cum all over it. 

“Don’t stop…please don’t stop, fuck!” You plead hysterically.

The pressure has you feeling like you’re about to explode into bits. Your thighs continue to squeeze unapologetically around Jisung’s head, fearing for a second that you might crush him. Meanwhile, Hyunjin’s fingers and thumbs roll and tug on your nipples. The sensations easily sweep over you, compelling deep moans and small yet shaky screams from your throat as you cum loudly. 

“Good girl,” Hyunjin exalts you with praise. “Sound so pretty…”

Jisung could’ve kept going had your body not wanted to completely give way. But he does slow down his pace for you to finally linger in what was one of the best orgasms you’ve had from getting head. It makes you melt into Hyunjin’s front, your muscles twitching yet relaxed at its best. 

“Christ…” you swallow, breathing heavily in big pockets of air. “Jisung.”

The man finally pops his head back up, a sight for you to absorb with the way his mouth is covered in your juices. The humiliation settles under your skin when you see the mess you’ve made on his face. As if he could care any less, not with the content grin he’s wearing. 

When you start descending from your high, it dawns upon you that you’ve had a total of two orgasms so far and not once have you returned the favour to Hyunjin and Jisung. Particularly Hyunjin, who hasn’t had much of your body in comparison to Jisung. He’s been sitting behind you patiently, taking all of the brunt force you made while his friend was going down on you. 

Amid the orgasmic haze in your brain, you push past it as best you can to speak, “condoms.”

Jisung nods mindlessly, trying to get the image of you looking so fucked out, out of his head. However, he snaps out of his daze and springs to his feet. He flounders around, thinking that if he doesn’t hurry up and find them, you’re both going to leave.

As Jisung is preoccupied, it gives you an opportunity to sit and turn around and face Hyunjin for the first time in half an hour.

“Lay back,” you mumble to him. 

“Hm?”

He tilts his head innocently that it makes you wonder if he’s just pretending or genuinely too dumbfounded with what you’re about to do. You shuffle forward, in between his legs still and kiss him gently. His parted mouth is so plump and supple that it makes you bite down on his lower lip and tug, forcing a tiny whimper out of him. 

“Condoms. Okay. Hyunjin, where are your condoms?” Jisung circles back to ask, checking the coffee table, the fruit bowl, even dipping into Hyunjin’s room and tearing open the drawers to his bedside table to check.

After coming up short, he returns to the lounge to see your mouth around Hyunjin’s cock, drawing long, deep, and slow strokes. He swallows hard, watching for a few moments too long until he pulls himself out his daze.

“Hyunjin,” Jisung calls out again. 

Hyunjin’s eyes roll back when you sink your entire mouth down onto his length as he grips the rug beneath him, “d-don’t have any here.”

“Shit,” he groans and strides over to the bench where he left his wallet when he first walked in.

Amongst his cards and loose change where he would also keep a few condoms for occasions like this, were unfortunately not there. Out of all the instances where he’s had spontaneous sex, this is the only time he wishes he really had them on hand. 

“I haven’t got any either-” he frowns but all he gets is a strained, echoed whimper when you deepthroat Hyunjin’s length. “Fuck…” 

Visibly spaced out for a moment, Jisung starts acting a bit like Bambi when he wants to start walking; struggling to put one foot in front of the other as he makes his way back over to you both. From this angle, he’s able to see Hyunjin in a different light. His wavy brown hair covering most parts of his face, knuckles now another shade of morbid white as he nearly shreds the carpet beneath him with his nails.

Jisung thought he looked good - fuckable. But he excuses that thought for the time being. 

“Y/N, please…fuck, not…not gonna last if y’keep doing that,” Hyunjin barely manages to get his words out, having to fight them every single time you swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. “I-I’ll cum, fuck.”

For a moment, you pull back from his cock, replacing it with your hand instead to keep up the pleasure you initiated. His body contorts and writhes, the back of his head pressing painfully into the ground. He must be an easily over-stimulated type. 

“Fuck me then,” you say to him. 

He blinks hazily, like he’s just waking up from a nap, “h-huh? But you - the-“

You were not going to listen to what he’ll start babbling about so this time, you fully abandon his dick and turn around to face Jisung who had been silently watching you both from behind. The obvious, rock hard tent in his pants was alluring. If you didn’t have other motives of getting him off first, you would be in his lap, grinding your wet pussy over his bulge. 

From the way he’s been acting, you know he’d let you too. 

Jisung gazes into your eyes like a snake that’s being charmed. He’s wondering what your next move is when your lips inch closer to his even though it’s easy to predict a kiss.

That being said, you arch your back, giving Hyunjin a not so discrete choice to fuck you. Presenting your wet hole to him as an invitation. It was a devious move but nothing in comparison to the grand scene of things. That being you and two of your best friends touching each other in ways that friends don’t normally touch. 

It isn’t ‘friend behaviour’ if you reach down into Jisung’s lap and palm his hard, neglected cock through the strains of his pants. It’s not ‘friend behaviour’ if Hyunjin moves himself closer to you so that he can delicately graze the pads of his fingers over your dripping slit. Friends don’t do this, yet, as friends, none of you could care less. 

All that mattered was sex and to be touched. To be relieved of the delicious pressure that you want to keep just so that the feeling of ‘cumming’ lasts forever. But, you all know that you can’t have too much of a good thing. You can’t get greedy when Hyunjin rises to his knees, stroking his cock a couple of times in hand. Or when he starts slicking up his length in between your wet folds and slowly pushing in. 

“S-Shit,” you gasp, causing your hand to stall over Jisung’s dick right as you were about to free him from his pants. 

His cock starts filling you up little by little. Hyunjin presses in a few centimetres then pulls back out. He does that until your pussy swallows up his entire dick nice and snug, reaching the base of it. With the amount of prep you’ve had so far, it made the process all the more easier to take the amount of inches Hyunjin packs. 

From what you can feel inside you and what you’re palming beneath your hand, it was simple to conclude that Jisung and Hyunjin were relatively similar in size. When you pull the waistbands of Jisung’s pants and underwear down, you were right in your assumption. Beads of pre cum had been leaking pitifully from his angry red tip and down his shaft, most of which were soaked up by the fabric of his clothes. 

“Fuck baby,” Jisung whines, sucking in long draws of breaths when your hand wraps around him and slowly tugs. “So good…so hot.” 

A small, tired smile spreads on your face, but his compliment does not distract you from the fact that Hyunjin has begun to thrust slowly, along with applying a soft grip on your hips. With that, you lower your mouth down onto the tip of Jisung’s cock. He hisses and grits his teeth, the sensitivity he feels is already overwhelming.

Even more so when you start taking him as much as you can. Thankfully Hyunjin’s thrusts help you take more of him too, bucking forward from the force he starts putting in. 

“Bet that…pussy feels just as good as your mouth,” Jisung says breathlessly, carding some of your hair out of the way. He bundles as much of it as he can for you, holding it in a subtle grip on top of your head. 

"It does, like warm velvet”, Hyunjin says to himself in his head as a response to his friend's comment. 

A hot, wet, and lush pocket that he has the privilege of fucking and not once did he ever fathom a possibility that is so real right now. He has to quickly snap out of his own head for a minute, distracted by that creamy ring around his cock being pushed back to the base of his cock when he slides his entire length in and out of you so fluidly. Taking him all the way. 

It’s like you were made for him…

For a second, Hyunjin was convinced you could hear his thoughts as you decided to deepen the arch in your back. His cock now repeatedly hitting a delicious angle that makes your thighs involuntarily shake each time his tip connects with it. The shockwaves of pleasure start to surge and pool inside you, waiting to be released. 

“Fuck…yes, baby,” Hyunjin mutters to himself, making the mistake of looking down at where his cock is vanishing in and out of. “Taking us so fucking well.” 

You moan around Jisung’s length at the praise, prying more strained whines and cries from him that fills Hyunjin’s ears. It has so much effect on him that he has to look up and see for himself. Jisung looks and is fucked out, like he’s already on the verge of cumming which is a given considering that you’re taking all of him like a champ. The wet sounds your mouth makes as it glides up and down Jisung’s cock sounds just as good as it feels. 

Every now and then you suck on his tip when you need to come up for some air, still making sure he has some contact before you mercilessly sink back down again. Once Jisung started rutting slightly into your mouth, tightening the grip he has on your hair, and his loud, quick paced breathing from above, you knew. You knew he wanted to cum. 

“Close, fuck I’m so close,” he swallows, biting down on his bottom lip as you bob your head up and down. “Gonna cum Y/N…gonna make me cum.” 

Hyunjin observes attentively from behind. Watching in the moments leading up to Jisung’s orgasm, the way he keels forwards, crying out in a series of loud moans as you continue to bring him to the edge, “yes, yes, yes, fuck yes!”

You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his cum spurting out rhythmically and orgasming so hard that his body shivers over. Not once do you let up, even after his orgasm and even the fact that you have a hypothetical eye on your own which Hyunjin has been curating for you. The pressure has been built so high that it’s hard not to feel like you’re about to explode. Similar to the way you could tell Jisung was about to cum, Hyunjin could easily tell when you were. 

You had gotten noisier, even with a dick in your mouth that barred you from using any words, it was obvious the way you were feeling. Your plush walls were starting to tighten themselves cosily around Hyunjin, gripping onto him so that he wouldn’t leave. 

As you finally peel back from Jisung’s cock, a long line of spit connects you and his length, mixed with his warm cum. But in a matter of seconds, you’re already there too. You pull back entirely, now a panting, gorgeously ruined mess who’s getting railed the way people can only dream of.

Something possesses Jisung to lean forward and kiss you sloppily, quickly evolving into some messy, wet makeout. He can taste himself in your mouth, exchanging the salty residue that invites him to linger on your lips a little longer, unbothered about the fact that you’re about to be swept over by an intense orgasm. 

Only when you start breathing heavily and quickly, Jisung decides to pull away and witness the event unfold. He watches Hyunjin fuck you to your orgasm while his mind is tormented by the way that you look. How his cum mixed with your spit starts drooling out of your mouth when you start crying out from such concentrated pleasure. It feels like Hyunjin just pulled a pin to a bomb inside the pit of your stomach. 

“Oh my god,” Hyunjin groans, pulling your body back and forth onto his cock by your hips. “So fucking close.”

“S-Stop - I…cumming, fuck, I’m cumming-” your words are cut short as pleasure shoots throughout your body, fingernails digging into the carpet.  

Everything inside of you feels heightened and rocked with a euphoria so immeasurable that your entire body cannot do anything but still and take what Hyunjin gives you. His steady pace doesn’t waiver. Despite the fact that he’s seconds away from busting a warm load inside you, he’s capable of not switching things up drastically so that you get a steady flow of pleasure. 

As your walls quiver and spasm around his cock, Hyunjin coats them in a hot thick white. His bruising grasp on your hips is the other outlet he has to mitigate such an intense orgasm. As for you, all you can do is absorb yours. To take his entire cock so greedily when you cum hard that your vision has gone all blotchy. You’re seeing cosmics of tiny glistening stars on Jisung who does nothing but watch out of desire to see you lose your mind so easily. To see you writhe and tear up from how strong the ecstasy is. 

“Yes! Fuck, Hyunjin!” You scream out, moaning loudly around his apartment that both of them are sure his neighbours will hear. 

But it’s not like he cares if he ever receives a future noise complaint. It’d be an honour to know that he fucked you so good that everyone in his complex could hear you. What a dream that would be; to make you feel good all the time. A very distant dream at that. 

“That’s it,” Hyunjin sighs out when your body gives one final shudder, giving you some shallow thrusts to help ease you down. “Good girl.” 

Hyunjin pulls out slowly with a hiss as a giddy feeling in his gut that makes his mind twist when he sees his cum mixed with your juices, leak from your hole. So captivated by it that he only starts to realise that you need to lie down. Your body does what it feels like and collapses steadily onto the carpet beside Jisung who lies back with you. It’s not long before Hyunjin follows suit and rests by your other side too. 

The three of you then laze on the floor, sticky bodies meshed together for the time being as Hyunjin comes up to spoon you from behind and Jisung from the front. Minutes tick by as you all relax peacefully. You could’ve almost fallen asleep like this until Jisung, who was ‘just closing his eyes’, flashed them open and looked dead into your soul. 

“Why’d you need a condom if you let him fuck you raw?” he asks out of nowhere, suddenly expecting a long and complicated reason from you. Despite the filthy things you guys just did, his question seemed so amusingly crass. 

“Because I wanted you both to fuck me…at the same time,” you murmur tiredly yet so honestly. “Needed at least one for that.”

“Oh, r-right,” he stutters, then plays it cool. “Usually I carry them with me but-“

“You ran out?” You guess, cutting him off. “Whore.”

Jisung went to open his mouth to object your claim until Hyunjin reached over and covered it with his big hand, “shut up please.”

Hyunjin’s closes his eyes again but his brain now whirs with the thought of what could’ve been. Not that it mattered now. He enjoyed himself and he’s sure that you and Jisung did too who could not think of any words that come close to describing how he feels. His head was clear of thoughts - all except one. Chan. Or at least, what’s going on between you and Chan. Not that it was any of his business.

Nonetheless, he was interested but decided to keep it to himself for now. So while your eyes closed once more, Jisung turns around and reaches for your phone to unlock it before heading to the message he sent to Chan, and the one he received from him too. He checks it over one final time to be sure that what he read earlier was correct.  

From Chan to You: Again? Still horny from this morning? Alright then, I can come over and give you what you need x 

He still struggled to believe it. But, with that in mind, Jisung deletes the message and forgets that it ever happened knowing that the next time he sees the others, he’ll ask if they too know anything about what’s going on between you and Chan. 

For the time being, he relishes in the afterglow of one of the best nights he’s had. To rest peacefully in the warmth and comfort of his two friends.

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you always said you liked guys your age. it always seemed easier than admitting the truth- that you liked him. nicholas. the guy who you grew up with since you were kids. the guy who was younger than you.

your's and nicholas' moms were best friends. they grew up together, and they wanted you two to do the same. they even got houses right next to each other to make sure of that. the only thing was that your mom got pregnant a lot sooner- 4 years to be exact.

growing up it never made a difference to either one of you. you two often forgot that you weren't the same age until it came to schooling when you had to go your separate ways. you two were inseparable.

that was until college.

the two of you slowly drifted apart though neither of you wanted to. you two still talked, and you came home as often as you could. but the distance and schooling made things harder. you had two completely separate lives now, and even though it was a lot harder being away from him than you thought, you two managed.

you were about to go into your last year of college when he graduated high school. you were the first to congratulate him, nearly screaming when he picked you up and swung you around. he wasn't the small kid you remembered. he now towered over you- something he now made fun of you for. he was also well liked. girls were constantly trying to get his attention, but he brushed them all away, keeping his focus on you.

"ready to be stuck with me, baobei?"

it was something he made you promise when you were younger- that after he graduated high school, you two would live together. you didn't think he would still remember that, or even want to for that fact, but he did. and a month later the two of you were living in your small 2 bedroom apartment.

that leaves you to where you are now. you both have graduated college, but you two were still living together. you just kept making the excuse that living expenses were too high, but you knew the real reason. you had developed feelings for him- someone who you had grown up with.

it started about a year after you two had moved in together. the two of you were in the kitchen baking because nicholas saw this cookie recipe he wanted to try. you had threatened him multiple times to leave, so you could bake, but he wouldn't. you ended up throwing flour on him which resulted in a food fight. nicholas ended up slipping on flour and falling. you tried to help him up, but he pulled you down with him. you didn't think you ever laughed so hard, but it's when you noticed the shift- that you were thinking about him in a way you never had before.

you had tried so desperately to break these feelings. you tried dating which didn't work because every time you would just picture him to the point where you embarrassingly almost moaned out his name while you were having sex with one of your ex boyfriend's. that was 6 months ago, and he was the last person you were with, so to say you were pent up was a bit of an understatement. you were fine at first, but now everything you relied on wasn't enough anymore. the ache never went away anymore, and it seemed to intensify every time you were in the presence of him.

every time it hit you, your stomach would twist in fear. you weren't supposed to want him. not only he was your best friend, but your mom's were best friends. what would happen if something happened and didn't work out? you would still have to see him. that's not to mention the age gap. you weren't supposed to want someone younger than you, and you didn't think he would want someone older because he hasn't said otherwise. all of his girlfriends have either been his age or younger.

but lately he's been acting weird. he's been more distant, spending the night at his friends more often than he was here. the times he was here he's been distracted- locked away in his room. the two of you haven't spent any time together which made you nervous. you kept feeling like any moment he was going to come to you and tell you that he wanted to move out.

tonight was yet another night nicholas was staying with one of his friends, or at least that's what you thought because it was late. you were in the kitchen, phone blasting music while you were making you a snack when you heard a deep chuckle come from behind you.

"is this what you do when i'm not home, baobei?"

you jump in fear, nearly cutting yourself with the knife you were holding before turning to a smirking nicholas. "what the hell is wrong with you?"

"i feel like i should be asking you that." he says walking up to you, stealing some fruit you had just cut. "what if i wasn't alone? what if i had a friend with me?"

you looked at him confused before looking where he was. "what do you- stop looking!"

your stomach dropped, face flushing when you realized what you were wearing in front of him. since you weren't expecting him to be home, you didn't put much thought into what you were wearing. that included one of nicholas' old sports shirts that he had grown out of. it was the perfect length for him to see the lace of your underwear peaking out.

"but i don't want to." your eyes widen at his words, and with you being on edge like you were, you could feel your entire body heat up. you move away from him, but he stops you, arms blocking you from moving. "where do you think you're going?"

"to put on some shorts." you answer, needing to get away from him before you embarrass yourself any further.

"don't change on my account." he says, tugging at his shirt you were wearing and showing more of you to him. "besides, i quite like this look on you."

"nicho." you warn, though it was quiet. "can we pretend this didn't happen?"

"why would i do that?" you groan at nicholas' question.

"because we're best friends, and it's easier."

"i don't want easy anymore." he mumbles making you look up at him. his eyes were already locked onto yours. "i'm not forgetting this. just like i know you're not."

"what do you mean?" he lets out a small chuckle at your question.

"come on, baobei. we both know what you're going to do once you go back to your room."

your eyes widen slightly as you try to move past his arms, but he wouldn't budge. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"don't lie to me." his voice was low. "we share a wall. i can hear every time you turn on one of those stupid toys. and you know what else i can hear?" you keep your gaze on the ground, not answering him. "you moaning out my name."

you felt mortified, wishing that the ground would just swallow you whole. "nicholas, please."

"begging already? i haven't even done anything yet." he smirks making you bite your lip. "you look so cute like this. red faced and flustered. do you even notice how tightly your thighs are clenched together?"

"this can't be happening." you mutter loud enough for nicholas to hear it. "nicho, i- we can't."

"give me one good reason why because i know you want this just as much as i do." he says as he finally moves his arm, fingers drifting across your cheek.

"i'm too old for you. it's wrong."

"too old?" he questions. "do you really think 4 years matters to me? because it doesn't. only you do, and it's been like that for a long time."

"nicholas-" you start but he stops you.

"look at me." his thumb tilts your head to look up at him. "if you don't want this, walk away. right now, and i will do what you say and forget this happened."

he watches you as you stay still, staring at him with as much need as he was staring at you with. and before he could even think about it, his hands grip your cheeks, body pressing you into the counter as his lips possessively claim yours. you freeze for just a second before melting into him, feeling as he smirks against you as your hands grip his shirt.

he pulls away just seconds later, keeping your body pressed into his as his forehead rests against yours. "tell me, baobei. did that feel wrong to you?"

"no."

as soon as the word was out of your mouth, his finds yours again. you sigh into his mouth, instinctively parting your lips when you felt his tongue ghost against them. his hands pull at your shirt just enough for his hands to rest against your flushed skin, thumbs tracing along the lace of your underwear.

all thoughts of your doubts went out of your mind with every passing second. not that you could think of anything other than him. the way his lips claimed yours like you already belonged to him. his hands desperate, feeling every inch of you that he could reach.

you pulled away first, desperate for air, but nicholas wasn't. you gasp when his lips find your neck, teeth nipping at your skin. "nicho."

"yes, my baobei." he pulled away with dark eyes and swollen lips, resting his head against yours. "did you want me to stop?"

"no." he smiled at your instant response. the way your hands gripped his shirt, so he couldn't move away from you.

"then what do you want?" he questions, noticing that you wanted to say something. he nudged you when you stayed quiet. "talk to me. tell me what you want."

"you." you finally answered, face warming when you noticed him smirk. "i want you."

"finally."

you gasp when he pulls you away from the counter before throwing you over his shoulder. "nicholas!"

"yes?" he questions, and you can hear him laugh when you hold onto him tightly as he starts walking towards your room. "relax. i would never drop you."

"are you sure about that?" you question, mind going to this one time he picked you up, so he could throw you into the pool. he ended up losing his balance, leaving you bruised for weeks.

"i was 13." he defended himself. "and i made sure you fell on top of me."

he entered your room, easily navigating the dark room before placing you on the bed. you had just enough time to turn on the lamp before he grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards him. you land beneath him, gripping at his arms that have you caged to the bed as he leans down, warm breath brushing against your skin.

"you said you wanted me, right?" you nod your head at his question, eyes trailing down to his lips when he bites them. "how bad?"

you meet his gaze, cheeks flushing when he stares at you- clearly waiting for an answer. "so bad, nicho."

"are you sure, baobei?" he questions, making you say yes. "then why did you try to push me away? and your age better not be your answer."

"i was scared." you answer. "you're my best friend. you're all i've ever known. i just- what if we tried, and it didn't work out?"

"bold of you to assume i would do anything to let that happen." you roll your eyes at his response.

"you can't predict the future."

"oh but i can." he says making you scoff. "i knew growing up that there would be a day that you would be mine, and look at where we are baobei. what a dream come true."

"you're ridiculous." you tell him, though he could tell the effect that his words had on you. your legs twitched, tightening around him.

"i'll be insane if it means i get you." he watches your expression soften, leaning down to meet you halfway in a much softer kiss than before.

"then i guess you're insane." you mumble against his lips.

you could tell that his patience had ran out when he kissed you again, teeth nipping at your lips. his hands disappeared under your shirt, pulling it up as his hands travel towards your chest. you moan into his mouth, arching into his touch when his hands find your breasts, squeezing them. he let out an almost pained sound as he pulled away. you jump when you feel his lips touch your stomach before he starts to kiss his way to your chest.

"do you know how hard it was to lay in that bed and hear you? to hear these pretty sounds and not being able to do anything about it?" you tried to apologize, but he stopped you before you could. "you'll just make it up to me, right?"

"how?"

he smirked as his mouth hovered over your nipple. "by making sure i'm the only reason these sounds come out of you from this day on."

he didn't even let you respond before latching to your nipple. you choke out a moan, hands tangling in his hair as he sucks on your nipple. you feel him hum against your skin as he leaves no part of your chest untouched.

"nicho..."

suddenly he pulls away from your chest, lips glistening as he looks up at you, smiling when he notices your pouting. "do you have any plans for the weekend?"

you blink at him in disbelief that he paused just to ask that. "no."

"good." he mumbles as he tugs at your shirt as he pulled it off you. "because we're not leaving this room until i've memorized every sound that you make."

"oh my god." you mutter, slightly embarrassed. he moved his attention to your underwear, hand tracing along the edge before he hooked it around his finger, but he once again paused.

"tell me baobei." he said, resuming when he heard you whine, slowly dragging them down your legs. "what did you think of when you used those toys?"

"do i have to answer that?" he laughs at your question.

"if you want me to continue, yes." he answers, making you sigh out.

"it differed depending on what i was feeling, but the person stayed the same- you."

he liked your answer, smiling down before kissing you. you pulled away when you heard him rumbling in your drawer. "i want to try something."

"okay?" you say, watching as he pulls out the toy that you use.

"this is what you've been using instead of coming to me?" you reluctantly nod your head. "i want to see which makes you come harder. this, my mouth, or my dick."

he clicks the toy on, turning the vibration on high. he leans down, letting the toy trace around your sensitive nipple, making you jerk. "is that okay, baobei?"

"yes." you say almost begging for him to do something at this point. he could tell, smirking as he lets the toy trail down your stomach. he teases you, stopping right above your clit before stopping, waiting until you begged him to keep going until he did. you throw your head back, moaning his name as he finally gives you some relief.

"tell me. did you play with the pretty breasts while you toyed with my pussy?" nicholas asked, watching as it took you a moment before the question registered. once you nodded, he let his lips attach back to your chest.

"nicho... fuck!"

he pressed the toy harder to your clit making you cry out, teeth biting at your flushed skin. he refused to leave any part of your chest untouched by him. "louder, baobei."

you couldn't begin to imagine how you were going to feel when it was just him and not the toy because you never felt like this when it was just you. it normally took you what felt like forever to get off, sometimes even going as far as watching videos, but here he is edging you even though he just started.

you hand finds his wrist, nails digging into his skin as you squirm underneath him. "nicho- please."

"please what?" he asks making you whimper when he lifts the toy off just a fraction.

"please don't stop." you beg. "i'm so close. please keep going."

his lips release your bruised nipple, slamming his lips onto yours while he returns the toy to your clit. you arch into him, crying out as your orgasm slams into you. "there we go, baobei. such a pretty sight."

he removes the toy when you unconsciously pull away from it, meeting your gaze as he holds up the toy. he clicks it off before his tongue darts out, cleaning your arousal from it. once it was clean, he carelessly tossed it behind him, turning to watch as it clatters to the floor. "i think i may have broken your toy. guess you'll just have to use me from now on."

"you're a menace." you couldn't help but laugh when he shrugs his shoulders.

"you say that like you're surprised." he mumbles, watching as your eyes widen as he moves down the bed. "besides, i think you like it based on the way you just came for me, but there is something i want to know."

"i'm scared to ask what." you felt the vibration of nicholas' chuckle as he kissed down your stomach. you watch him as he settled on the bed between your thighs, eyes dark as he kept your gaze.

"i want to know why you thought some stupid toy was better than this."

you gasp as his mouth latches to you, tongue running along your slit before his lips wrapped around your clit. "fuck- nicho!"

you felt his nails dig into your skin as he opened your thighs wider, holding you down when you tried to close them again. you couldn't help but agree with him. why did you ever think some toy would be better than him? the way his tongue flicked at your clit, messy and fast. the way you could tell he was totally into it, eyes hooded while you could hear him mumble into you.

one of his hands left your thigh, causing you to whine when you felt him circling around you entrance. "nicho- please."

"louder, baobei. i need to know that you need me more than you need that stupid toy." you did as he said subconsciously when he eased his fingers inside of you. "there we go. nice and loud for me. such a treat my sweet girl."

he worked his fingers, quickly finding out what made you squirm. your breath came in short gasps, moaning out his name when his fingers curled deeply inside of you. his mouth never leaving you for more than a second.

you dug your hands into his hair as you felt your orgasm fast approaching- much faster than anything you've felt before. your stomach twisted in anticipation. "nicho- fuck... wait."

"no can do baobei." he mumbled against you, feeling you jerk at the vibration. "i'm not stopping until i feel you fall apart around my fingers."

"but- nicho!" you felt your orgasm slam into harder than you think it ever has. you felt it gush out of you, completely soaking the bed along with nicholas' face and hand. he held you tightly through it with a smile on his face, making sure to clean every drop from your skin before pulling away from you.

"my baobei." you opened your eyes when his nose brushed against yours. you could see the glistening on his face and lips from you, but he didn't care, slamming his lips onto yours. "such a messy girl. squirting all over me. think you can do it again?"

you blink at him before his words hit you. "i didn't even think that was possible."

"so i really am the best, aren't i?" he smirked, chuckling when you tried to push him away from you. "don't push me away, baobei. i'm not nearly done with you yet."

he ground his hips into yours, making you moan out as you felt him through his sweats. he did it again, slower as he watched your reaction before his lips found yours. your hands grabbed his shirt, tugging on it as you pulled away. "off."

"bossy little thing, aren't you?" he said but raised up on his knees, removing his shirt and watching as your eyes trail down his body- stopping at his hands as they grabbed his sweats. "do you want these off too?"

you nod your head. "i do. please."

"you know when i do, everything changes right?" he questions as he leans back down again. "we're not going back to before. you'll be mine."

you smile, hand brushing his cheek. "i already am, nicho."

"fuck, baobei." his lips were slow, coaxing a sigh out of you as he pulled you close to him. your hands explore his warm skin, making your way down his body before stopping at his sweats. "go ahead sweet girl."

you start to push them down his legs when nicholas pulls away from you, pushing them the rest of the way down. he springs free, flushed and begging for your touch. he lets out a low groan as soon as your hand wraps around him. you move slowly, wanting to memorize every sound he makes just like he was doing to you. you added pressure causing him to thrust into your hand when your fingers lightly squeeze him.

his hand wraps around yours when you lead him closer to you, moaning out his name when he runs down your folds. he does it again, making sure to run over your sensitive clit and having you clenching around nothing.

"please, nicho." you beg when he repeats the action. "i need you."

your words make him move, positioning himself at your entrance before pausing to look at you. you nod your head when you see the question in his eyes, sighing into his mouth when he kisses you. with one hand on your thigh, he slowly eased into you. he took his time with you, wanting to feel everything- from the way you clench around him to your nails digging into his arms.

you groaned at the stretch, throwing your head back as nicholas buries his head in your neck, whispering how well you were doing for him between each kiss.

"fuck, baobei. you're so fucking tight for me. i can barely move." you whimper at his words as his hips meet yours, pausing once again to give you a second to adjust. he knew you were ready when you squirmed beneath him- a whine slipping past your lips. "what was that, sweet girl? i didn't quite hear you."

"please move." you beg quietly. he stayed still, making you think that he wanted more, but he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before starting to move. you let out a moan when he found the speed that had your legs tightening around his waist. "oh my god, nicho."

he hummed against your neck, lips gliding along your skin as he kissed along your jaw. "does that feel good, baobei?"

"so good."

"what about this?" his hands grip your thighs, pulling them higher up his waist before rolling his hips against yours- smiling when you let out a loud moan. "god, you sound so good. you look good too, pretty girl. all spread out for me as you only think about me."

your face flushes at his words. "god nicho."

"what? you know it's true. just like we both know who you belong to, isn't that right?" you whimper when nicholas' hips snap into yours. you nod your head, but that wasn't what he wanted. "say it, baobei. who's are you?"

you cry out, clinging to him when his hand finds your clit before trying to bring you over the edge, but you knew he would let you before you answered him. you could tell when he slacked off when you were right on the edge. "you, nicho. i'm yours."

"that's right." he praised, kissing your forehead. "now be a good girl and let me feel you come around me."

as soon as he applied pressure to your clit once again, it was enough for your orgasm to crash into you. you heard him groan as your entire body went tense before you were able to relax again. your body felt exhausted, never having so many mind blowing orgasms like this. you didn't know how you were even going to move tomorrow.

you let out a gasp as you were flipped, landing on top of nicholas as he now rested back against the bed. he shifted his hips, making you groan as you felt him ease inside of you once again. "you can handle one more for me, can't you baobei?"

though your body felt spent, you found yourself nodding your head, moving your hips with his help. he guided you until he felt you take control, gripping his shoulders as you once again become lost in pleasure.

"do you know how hard it was to lay in that bed and hear you in here?" nicholas questioned, fingers digging into your waist. "to hear these pretty lips make the most beautiful sounds and not being able to burst in here and be the cause of them."

you let out a gasp as his hips met yours, nearly sending you crashing into him. "if it makes you feel better, you were the cause of them."

"is that what you wanted, baobei?" he questioned, his hands now controlling your speed. "for me to have come in here and claim this perfect body?"

a whine fell from your lips at his words, wordlessly nodding as you felt your orgasm creeping up again. you didn't think you were going to last much longer, and he didn't look like he was either. "nicho-"

as soon as his thumb brushed your clit, you felt your orgasm slam into you. you collapsed on top of nicholas, clinging to him tightly as his lips found your cheek. you heard him let out a low groan as you clenched around him before feeling him release inside of you.

"i knew you could do it again, my sweet girl." he praised as you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling as his warm hand run along your body.

he's gentle when he pulls away from you, completely different than a few minutes prior- pressing a kiss to the side of your head before moving you back onto your bed. he cleaned you, softly peppering kisses to your sore body before making sure you put his shirt back on. once you were settled, he cleaned himself up before sliding in next to you, pulling your exhausted body towards him.

you lay facing him, eyes barely opening as his thumb brushes against your cheek. "still think you're too old for me?"

that caused you to look at him, laughing when you noticed how hard he was trying not to laugh. you weakly shoved his shoulder. "shut up. you still need to respect me. higher authority and all that."

"oh please." he scoffs, pulling you further into his arms. he smiles against your lips when he kisses you, feeling as you relax into him. "we both know i do."

"you weren't a few minutes ago."

"you sure didn't sound objected to it at the time." you roll your eyes at him before resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his lips kiss your forehead as you closed your eyes. you knew that the two of you still needed to talk about this, but right now you just wanted to sleep- preferably in his arms.

"shut up and go to sleep."

"yes ma'am."

at nineteen, everything fell apart. no warning. No explanation. they just... disappeared. not completely, not dramatically-just enough to hurt. texts went unanswered, plans canceled, days turning into weeks without seeing them. you'd pass them sometimes in the halls, small glimpses, but they never stopped. never waved. at first, you told yourself they were busy. maybe you just were overthinking. maybe you just out grew each other.

eventually, you stopped telling yourself anything at all. because it hurt too much. so when they showed up at your dorm, you almost didn't open the door. but you did. and everything changed. they stood there together—nervous, anxious, hands intertwined.

you stared at them, then at their hands, then at the way they didn't let go.

"oh." is all you said as it suddenly clicked into place. not shocking. just... something that had always been there, waiting for you to notice.

"we were going to tell you," nicholas said.

"we just didn't know how," euijoo added, tightening his grip. "we didn't want to lose you," nicholas rushed.

"so we thought—maybe if we just—" he continued.

"avoided me?" you finished quietly. they flinched. silencs settled, heavy but fragile. then you sighed—not angry, not upset. just relieved. "you're idiots."

nicholas blinked. "what?"

"you're both idiots. you thought this would make me leave?"

euijoo hesitated. "you're not... upset?" you looked at them—at their joined hands, at the way they were bracing for something to break-and your chest softened.

"why would i be?" because nothing had really changed. they were still them. and you were still you.

a year later, everything felt different—but not in a bad way. you were twenty. they were twenty-three. and somehow, the three of you had found your way back to each other. just... differently.

you lay across the couch, your head resting in euijoo's lap, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns against your arm. across the room, nicholas played the guitar softly, the melody quiet and warm. it was peaceful. familiar. but beneath it-something new lingered.

euijoo’s touch paused a second too long. nicholas’s gaze drifted toward you between chords, lingering before he looked away. and you felt it—that subtle shift, that quiet tension threading through something that used to be simple. your eyes fluttered closed as you listened. “…mmm you guys are acting weird again,” you murmured. the guitar faltered. euijoo’shand stilled. silence.

then nicholas laughed softly. “we’re not.” 

you hummed, unconvinced—but you didn’t push. not yet. because whatever this was—whatever it was becoming—you had a feeling it wouldn’t stay unspoken for long.

a few weeks had passed since that night on the couch. life had slipped back into its familiar rhythm—texts throughout the day, shared meals, late nights where the three of you ended up tangled together watching movies or talking about nothing in particular. the touches lingered a little longer now. hands brushing when passing drinks. euijoo tossing you his hoodie if you shivered even slightly, without asking. nicholas pulling you into his side during movie nights like it was the most natural thing in the world. nothing named.

tonight was one of those nights. you were sprawled across the couch again, head in euijoo’s lap, legs draped over nicholas’s thighs. the tv was on low, some mindless show none of you were really watching.

nicholas’s fingers traced idle patterns on your ankle, guitar long forgotten against the wall. after a comfortable stretch of silence, he glanced over at you with that signature half-smirk.

“how was your date?” nicholas asked, voice light but edged with something sharper. “get laid?”

you let out a long, dramatic groan, covering your face with both hands. “yes, unfortunately.”

euijoo’s hand stilled in your hair. nicholas’s fingers paused on your ankle.

you peeked through your fingers, staring at the ceiling. “it was bad. like…really bad. i don’t know why i even bothered.”

“bad how?” nicholas asked, trying to sound casual. he failed miserably.

you dropped your hands and sighed, frustration bubbling up. “he had no idea what he was doing. at all. it was awkward and rushed and…god, men really don’t know what they’re doing half the time. he kept asking if it felt good like he was reading from a checklist, but nothing actually felt good. twenty seconds of fumbling around and he was done. i faked it just to end the night faster. pathetic.”

the room went quiet.

euijoo’s fingers resumed their slow strokes through your hair, but they felt heavier now, more intentional. his other hand rested on your shoulder, thumb pressing gently into the muscle there like he was trying to ease tension he hadn’t caused.

nicholas’s jaw tightened for a second before he forced a low chuckle. “sounds like a waste of your time.” his hand slid a little higher on your calf, warm and steady. “you deserve better than some idiot who doesn’t know how to take care of you.”

you huffed a laugh, but there was no real humor in it. “apparently most of them don’t. i’m starting to think the bar is in hell.”

you closed your eyes again, sinking deeper into the warmth of them. “and what makes it worse is, i’m so pent up. it’s genuinely like men have no clue how to make a woman cum.”

the words slipped out heavier than you meant them to, raw and tired. for a second, the only sound was the low murmur of the tv.

euijoo’s fingers paused completely in your hair. nicholas’s hand on your calf went still, his thumb pressing a little harder into the muscle there before he slowly resumed the gentle massage—higher now, just behind your knee.

the silence stretched, thick and electric.

nicholas let out a low breath, almost a laugh but not quite. “jesus,” he muttered, voice rougher than before. “say it a little louder, why don’t you.”

you felt your face heat up, but you didn’t take it back. “it’s true. i’m tired of pretending it’s fine. i’m twenty and half the time i feel like i’m the only one who knows where everything is.”

euijoo shifted slightly beneath you, his thigh tensing under your head. his hand slid from your hair down to the side of your neck, thumb stroking slowly along your pulse point. the touch was still gentle, but there was a new weight to it.

“you’re frustrated,” he said quietly. simple. honest. no teasing. “that’s valid.”

nicholas’s fingers kept moving, slow and deliberate, inching just a little higher up the back of your leg. “no one’s ever taken the time with you, huh?” his voice had dropped, that teasing edge gone completely. “never let someone learn you properly?”

you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of every point of contact—euijoo’s warm thigh under your cheek, nicholas’s strong hand on your leg, the way their bodies bracketed yours on the couch.

“not really,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “it’s always rushed. selfish. like they expect me to just…get there because they’re inside me.”

euijoo exhaled softly, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw now, feather-light. nicholas didn’t say anything else, but his hand slid higher still—mid-thigh now—massaging in slow, firm circles that made heat pool low in your stomach.

the air felt heavier. warmer. none of you moved to change positions. none of you broke the moment with a joke or a subject change.

nicholas finally spoke again, voice low and careful. “you deserve to feel good. really good.” his thumb pressed into a spot on your inner thigh that made your breath hitch. “not just once. not just okay. but until you can’t think straight.”

euijoo’s hand stilled against your neck, then resumed its slow caress. “we hate hearing you’ve been settling for less,” he murmured, almost to himself.

you kept your eyes closed, heart hammering. the tension hummed between the three of you like a live wire—thick with everything still unspoken, every careful touch suddenly feeling heavier, more intentional.

nicholas’s voice dropped even lower, rough around the edges. “you know we can always help…”

the words hung in the air, casual on the surface but loaded underneath.

you opened your eyes, tilting your head to look at him. “aren’t you guys… y’know… gay?”

nicholas’s hand paused on your thigh for half a second, then continued its slow massage like the question hadn’t thrown him. a small, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “we’re just us,” he said simply, shrugging one shoulder without breaking eye contact. “doesn’t change the fact that we know you. and we know how to take care of you.”

euijoo hummed softly in agreement, his fingers sliding back into your hair, stroking slowly from your scalp down to the nape of your neck. “we’ve always taken care of you,” he added quietly, voice calm and steady. “that part’s never been complicated.”

the answer wasn’t really an answer. it left everything blurry, undefined, safe in its vagueness.

you swallowed, the heat in your stomach spreading despite yourself. nicholas’s thumb kept tracing those maddening circles on your inner thigh, just high enough to make your pulse jump, but never crossing any clear line. euijoo’s touch stayed gentle in your hair, soothing and grounding at the same time.

“wouldn’t it be weird…?” you whispered after a long beat, voice barely audible. “you guys are dating.”

nicholas’s hand stilled again, but only for a moment. his fingers resumed their slow, firm strokes, moving just a fraction higher on your thigh. “would it?” he asked, tone low and thoughtful, like he was genuinely considering it. “we’ve never seen you as separate from us. not really.”

euijoo’s fingers paused in your hair. he leaned down a little, breath warm against the top of your head. “it doesn’t feel weird to us,” he murmured. “but we’re not going to push anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

you bit your lip, heart racing as the words you’d been holding back finally slipped out.

“i think i’m more worried about making things weird between you guys,” you said quietly. “that’s like crossing every single boundary. juju… you wouldn’t feel weird about your boyfriend fucking your mutual best friend? same to you, nicho.”

the silence that followed was thick. heavy. nicholas’s hand stopped moving entirely on your thigh, resting there warmly. euijoo’s fingers stayed tangled in your hair, but you felt him shift slightly beneath you, his chest rising with a slow, measured breath.

nicholas was the first to speak, voice low and steady. “it’s not like that for us,” he said. “you’re not some random person we’re bringing in. you’re… you. the one person who’s always belonged with us.”

euijoo hummed softly, his thumb brushing slow circles against your scalp. “i’ve never seen you as a threat to what we have,” he murmured, honest and gentle. “if anything… it feels more complete when you’re here. like something was always missing.”

nicholas’s fingers flexed once on your inner thigh, not pushing higher, just holding. “we’ve talked about it,” he admitted after a pause, keeping his tone light but sincere. “a lot. it’s not some wild idea that just popped up. but we’re not asking you to fix anything or risk anything. we just… hate seeing you frustrated. hate knowing someone else is leaving you unsatisfied when we’re right here.”

euijoo’s hand slid down to rest against the side of your neck, warm and reassuring. “we don’t have to do anything. we don’t even have to talk about it again if you don’t want to. but if you ever wanted us to help you feel good…” his voice dropped, soft and careful. “we wouldn’t feel weird. we’d want it to be good for you. really good.”

you kept your eyes closed, cheeks burning, body hyper-aware of every point of contact—nicholas’s palm burning against your inner thigh, euijoo’s steady heartbeat under your head, the way neither of them pulled away even an inch.

the offer sat there between you, quiet and patient. no pressure. no demands. just the three of you suspended in this slow, trembling space, the tension coiling tighter with every careful word and lingering touch.

“if i say yes… you promise it won’t make things weird between us? and between you two?”

nicholas’s thumb brushed once, slowly, across your inner thigh. euijoo’s hand slid down until his palm rested warm against the side of your neck.

“i promise,” nicholas said first, voice low and steady, no hesitation. “nothing changes how we feel about each other. nothing changes how we feel about you. if it ever starts feeling off, we stop. immediately. no questions.”

euijoo leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, barely louder than a breath. “we’ve had a long time to think about this,” he murmured. “it’s not going to break anything. if anything… we think it might feel right. but only if you’re sure. we’re not in a rush.”

nicholas’s hand gave your thigh a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “we can go as slow as you want. one step at a time. tonight doesn’t have to mean everything. it can just be us helping you feel good, like we said.”

the words barely left your lips before the air shifted.

nicholas let out a slow, shaky breath, like he’d been holding it. his hand on your thigh tightened for a second, then relaxed into a soothing stroke. “yeah?” he asked softly, almost like he needed to hear it again.

you nodded, cheeks burning. “yeah.”

euijoo’s fingers gently tilted your chin up so you could see his face. his eyes were dark, warm, and so careful it made your chest ache. “we’ve got you,” he whispered. then he leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering there like a promise.

nicholas shifted closer on the couch, his hand sliding further up your thigh until his fingers slipped just under the hem of your shorts. not rushing. just testing. “tell us if anything feels off,” he murmured, voice rough. “even the smallest thing.”

you swallowed hard and nodded again.

euijoo’s hand moved from your neck to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, and kissed you—gentle, slow, and so incredibly soft at first. just lips. just warmth. a quiet exploration that made your stomach flip.

when he pulled back a fraction, nicholas was right there. he caught your lips next, a little deeper, a little hungrier, but still measured. his hand squeezed your thigh as he kissed you, tongue brushing lightly against yours before retreating.

you shivered between them, caught in the slow, overwhelming heat of their attention. their touches stayed patient, reverent, every movement designed to unravel you carefully.

“you’re so tense,” euijoo whispered as his mouth moved to your neck, sucking lightly just below your ear. “let us take care of you.”

nicholas’s fingers traced higher, slipping further beneath your shorts, teasing the edge of your underwear. “we’re going to make you feel so good,” he promised against your lips. “better than anyone else ever has.”

you let out a shaky breath, already aching from the slow drag of his fingertips along the fabric. euijoo’s mouth stayed at your neck, sucking softly, then harder, leaving a faint mark that made you whimper.

“lift your hips for me,” nicholas murmured.

you did without thinking. he peeled your shorts and panties down your legs in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. cool air hit your skin for only a second before his warm palm was back, cupping you fully this time. the heat of his hand made your thighs twitch.

“so pretty,” euijoo whispered against your throat, voice hushed with reverence. his hand slid under your shirt again, pushing it up until you helped tug it over your head. your bra followed shortly after, leaving you completely bare between them.

nicholas’s eyes darkened as he looked at you. two fingers parted your folds, gliding through the slickness there with agonizing slowness. “already this wet for us?” he asked, voice low and rough. he circled your clit once, twice, then dipped lower, pressing one finger inside you.

you mumble it against euijoo’s lips, soft and breathless, cheeks burning hotter than the slow throb between your legs. nicholas’s finger curls inside you again, lazy and knowing, like he’s already mapping every secret you’ve never let anyone else find.

“shut up..” you mumble, half laugh, half plea.

nicholas chuckles low against your thigh, the sound vibrating straight through your skin. his eyes flick up, dark and amused, lips brushing the sensitive crease where leg meets body. “you sure that’s what you want?” he murmurs, voice rough silk. another slow pump of his finger, thumb circling your clit just enough to make your hips twitch.

you swallow hard, heart hammering so loud you’re sure they can hear it. the words slip out before you can stop them, shaky and teasing because you still can’t quite believe this is happening.

“do you even know what you’re doing—”

the rest dies in your throat.

nicholas cuts you off with his mouth.

hot. wet. sudden. his tongue drags flat and slow up the center of your heat, tasting every slick inch like he’s been starving for it. your back arches sharp off the couch, a broken sound punching out of your chest. no hesitation. no clumsy fumbling. just pure, deliberate heat as he licks into you like he already knows exactly how to unravel you.

“oh—” the word fractures on your tongue.

euijoo’s hand strokes gently at your hair, holding you steady while his lips trail down the side of your neck, slow and sweet. “breathe, baby,” he whispers against your pulse. his other hand drifts down, palm warm over your breast, thumb brushing the stiff peak until your breath stutters again.

nicholas doesn’t let up. his tongue circles your clit with devastating patience, then dips lower, pushing inside you alongside his finger. the sound of it fills the room, filthy and perfect. he groans against you, the vibration pulling another helpless whimper from your throat. you feel it everywhere—heat pooling, thighs trembling, fingers twisting in the fabric of the couch.

he pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny, voice wrecked. “still think i don’t know what i’m doing?” another slow, broad lick that makes your eyes flutter shut. “been thinking about this for years, baby. how you’d taste. how you’d sound when we finally got to take care of you the way you deserve.”

you can’t answer. can barely even think. let alone fully take in the confession. your hips roll up into his mouth on instinct and he meets you there, sucking softly on your clit before sliding two fingers deep, curling them just right. the stretch is perfect. too perfect. your whole body lights up, sparks racing under your skin.

euijoo kisses you again, swallowing every broken moan like he wants to keep them. “that’s it,” he breathes between kisses, soft and steady. “let him make you feel good. we’ve got you.”

nicholas hums in agreement, the sound vibrating straight through your core. his free hand grips your thigh, spreading you wider, holding you open for his tongue as it works faster now, hungrier. every lick, every curl of his fingers drags you higher, closer, until the pleasure coils so tight in your belly you’re shaking with it.

you’re not going to last. not like this. not with both of them touching you like you’re something so precious to them.

and they know it. 

“wait—nicho—m’ gonna—”

nicholas pulls back just enough to look up at you, eyes blown black, lips glistening. “come on, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding. “gonna cum, pretty? yeah?... give it to me.”

his mouth closes over your clit again, sucking hard, fingers thrusting deep and steady, and you shatter—sharp, sudden, overwhelming. your cry breaks against euijoo’s lips as pleasure crashes through you in long, rolling waves, thighs clamping around nicholas’s head while he keeps licking you through it, gentler now, like he can’t bear to stop tasting you.

you’re still trembling when euijoo presses a kiss to your temple, whispering soft praise against your skin. nicholas finally eases back, pressing one last slow kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up your body, eyes dark and shining with something deep and satisfied.

“goood girl,” he breathes against your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

you’re still floating, chest heaving in soft little gasps, when nicholas kisses you deeper—slow, filthy. his tongue strokes lazy against yours, you whimper into his mouth, boneless and buzzing, thighs still twitching around nothing now that he’s pulled away.

euijoo’s fingers never stop moving through your hair, gentle, grounding, like he’s afraid you’ll drift too far if he lets go. “mm…so beautiful,” he murmurs against your temple, voice low and warm, the words sinking straight into your skin. “look at you… fell apart so sweetly for us.”

nicholas pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded and dark. “sweet girl,” he says again, softer this time, his hand slides up you—thumb brushing the underside of your breast, slow circles that keep the heat simmering instead of letting it fade. “jju, wants a taste too. think you can give him one?”

you swallow, throat dry, a shaky laugh slipping out. “eughh…you two are gonna kill me.”

euijoo hums, the sound vibrating through his chest where you’re still half-curled against him. his hand drifts lower, tracing the curve of your waist, then your hip, like he’s memorizing every inch. “so dramatic,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “we are just taking care of you. the way others should’ve been doing all this time.”

nicholas shifts, making room, and suddenly euijoo’s sliding down the couch with you—careful, always so careful—until you’re settled between them differently. your back to nicholas’s chest now, his arms wrapping around you from behind, warm and solid. one of his hands rests low on your stomach, fingers splayed possessively, while the other cups your breast, rolling your nipple between thumb and finger as your breath catches with every feel of his rough fingers on your perked buds.

euijoo settles on his knees between your spread thighs, kind eyes locked on yours the whole time. dark hair falling into his face, lips still slightly swollen from kissing you earlier. he leans in slow, pressing a soft kiss to your inner knee, then higher, trailing them up your thigh like he has all the time in the world.

“jju…” you pout, voice already wrecked again.

he glances up at you through his lashes, that quiet intensity that always undoes you. “gonna let me taste you too?” he says simply. no demand. just want. “please?”

you nod before you even think about it, hips twitching toward him on instinct. nicholas chuckles low behind you, the sound rumbling through your back as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. “she’s so eager for us already,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth grazing lightly. “our needy girl.”

euijoo doesn’t tease. he doesn’t make you wait. his mouth is on you in the next heartbeat—hot, wet, passionate. his tongue drags through your folds slow and thorough, savoring the mess nicholas already pulled out of you. a low, pleased sound vibrates against your core and your back arches into nicholas’s chest.

“oh fuck—” the words tumble out broken, your hand flying down to tangle in euijoo’s hair. he moans at the tug, pressing closer, licking deeper, like he’s trying to drink in every sound you make.

nicholas’s hand slides lower, fingers joining euijoo’s mouth—two of them slipping inside you while euijoo’s tongue focuses on your clit, circling, flicking, sucking soft then harder in a rhythm that has your toes curling. the stretch, the heat, the way they move together like they’ve done this in their heads a thousand times before—it's overwhelming.

“that’s it,” nicholas praises against your ear, voice rough. “feel how good he makes you feel? how wet you get for us?” his fingers curl just right and you cry out, thighs trembling around euijoo’s shoulders.

euijoo looks up at you again, eyes glassy and fully devoted, lips shiny. “mm…taste so good, baby,” he whispers, barely pulling away. “could stay here forever.” then he’s back, sucking your clit into his mouth while nicholas thrusts his fingers deeper, faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

your head falls back against nicholas’s shoulder, breath coming in short, desperate pants. every nerve is singing, pleasure building again too fast, too strong. “nghh—s' too much—ah—can't—"

“yes you can,” nicholas growls softly, biting gently at your neck. “give it to him. let him feel you cum on his tongue.”

euijoo hums in agreement, the vibration pushing you right over the edge. you shatter harder this time, the sensitivity of your past orgasm still lingering—a broken moan tears from your throat as waves of overwhelming pleasure crash through you, hips grinding against euijoo’s face while he licks you through every pulse, every aftershock, like he’s addicted, click brushing against the tip of his nose with every grind. it only causes your body to shudder more and for more soft whines to escape you.

nicholas holds you tight through it, murmuring praise against your skin, kissing away the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. euijoo finally pulls back, lips glistening with you release, and crawls up your body to kiss you slow and deep—letting you taste yourself on him too, just like nicholas did.

you’re shaking between them, spent and glowing, but the way they look at you says they’re nowhere near finished.

“still with us, baby?” euijoo whispers against your lips, gentle fingers brushing damp hair from your forehead.

you give a weak nod, body still buzzing from the back to back orgasms. you’re trembling against nicholas’s chest, back plastered to his warm solid front, his arms banded around your waist like he’s anchoring you to earth. 

you can barely breathe.

“can you turn around, baby?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your hip. “face down, ass up. can you do that for me, pretty?”

the words sink slow and heavy into your skin. you don’t answer with words—just shift, letting them guide you. nicholas helps, hands firm and careful as he eases you forward. your palms sink into the cushions, knees spreading wide, back arching deep as you push your hips up high for them. face down. ass up. completely offered. the position pulls a shaky exhale from your throat, cheeks burning, but the heat between your legs only throbs harder.

you whisper it into nicholas’s high, voice small and muffled against the fabric of his sweats, cheeks burning hotter than the slick heat still throbbing between your thighs. “this is embarrassing…”

nicholas’s fingers tighten gently in your hair, not pulling, just holding you there against his lap like he knows exactly how exposed you feel right now. a low, warm chuckle rumbles through his chest.

“embarrassing?” he murmurs, thumb stroking slow along your cheekbone. “baby… you have no idea how fucking pretty you look like this.”

euijoo’s hands stay soft on your hips from behind, thumbs tracing soothing circles over the curve of your ass like he’s trying to melt the embarrassment right out of you. he leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right at the base of your spine, breath warm against your skin.

“nothing to be embarrassed about,” he whispers, voice so gentle it makes your chest ache. “its only us.”

before you can say whine anymore, you feel it—euijoo’s cock, heavy and burning hot, sliding slow along the curve of your ass like he’s memorizing the way your soft skin feels beneath his length—a broken little sound slips out of you, muffled against nicholas’s thigh, and his cock twitches hard under your cheek in answer.

“fuuck, baby,” nicholas groans, voice low and wrecked, fingers tightening in your hair just enough to make your scalp tingle. “you feel that? how bad he wants to be inside your pretty cunt?”

euijoo doesn’t push inside, though. he just rocks his hips forward, letting his thick length glide between your cheeks, slick with your own wetness and the mess they both had left minutes earlier. his cock dips lower, head brushing against your cunt. 

you subconsciously push back, chasing the feeling—a needy little roll of your hips that makes euijoo’s cock slip right along your soaked folds, the thick head catching at your entrance for one dizzy second before gliding up again, teasing, never pushing in.

“mmh— jju,” you whimper, the sound half-buried in nicholas’s thigh, cheeks hot.

euijoo’s breath hitches, shaky and warm against the small of your back. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to steady you. “fuck, baby… you’re dripping,” he murmurs, voice still carrying that sweetness. he rocks forward again, slower this time, letting his cock slide through your folds, parting them, dragging heavy and hot right over your swollen clit.

nicholas groans above you, the sound vibrating through his chest as his fingers flex in your hair. “that’s it,” he breathes, thumb stroking your cheek like he’s trying to soothe the tremble in your body. “let him feel how wet you are for us. look at you…so fucking eager.”

you can’t help it—your hips keep moving on their own, grinding back against euijoo’s length every time he slides through your slick heat. the pressure is maddening. perfect. his cock glides again and again, teasing your entrance, nudging your clit, coating himself in you until the wet sounds fill the room like a filthy secret.

“jus’...come on…please jju—”

euijoo stills behind you for just a second, breath catching like your words punched the air right out of him. his fingers dig harder into your hips, thumbs pressing deep into the soft give of your ass as he lines himself up proper this time. no more teasing. no more gliding.

“yeah?” he whispers, voice honeyed. “you want me inside you, baby? want me to fuck you?”

you nod softly, pushing back again, and that’s all it takes.

he presses in—slow, thick, burning—the head of his cock stretching you open with that first dizzying breach. you gasp sharp into the nicholas’s thigh, fingers gripping at his sweats—eyes fluttering shut as he sinks deeper, inch by careful inch, until his hips are flush against your ass and he’s buried to the hilt. so full. your walls flutter around him like they never want to let go.

“oh my god,” euijoo groans, forehead dropping to your spine, voice shaking. “you feel…fuck, baby. so warm. so tight. think im gonna be obsessed with this, sorry nicholas.”

you feel him throb deep inside you, thick and pulsing, like your body was made to hold him there. euijoo stays still for a long, trembling moment, just breathing against your spine, letting you adjust to the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming fullness of him.

nicholas lets out a low, amused hum beneath you, fingers still tangled gentle in your hair. “obsessed, huh?” he murmurs, voice rough silk, thumb brushing your cheek like he’s memorizing the flush there. “can’t blame you. bet she feels like fucking heaven.”

euijoo laughs soft and shaky, the sound vibrating straight through your back and into your chest. “yeah…shit. she does.” then he’s moving—slow, rolling drags of his hips that pull almost all the way out before sinking back in, deep and deliberate, like he wants to feel every inch of you clenching around him.

you moan broken into nicholas’s thigh, the fabric of his sweats damp under your open mouth. every thrust drags pleasure up your spine, slow and heavy at first, building like a wave you can’t outrun. euijoo’s hands slide up your sides, gripping your waist, pulling you back onto his cock with each forward snap.

nicholas’s hand tightens in your hair, gentle but firm, tilting your face just enough to catch your parted lips in a slow, filthy kiss. “that’sss our girl,” he murmurs against your mouth, tongue sliding lazy over yours like he’s tasting how wrecked you already are. 

you moan into the kiss, soft and needy, and nicholas pulls back just enough to free his cock, pushing it to rest against your swollen parted lips again—thick, flushed, already leaking for you.

“think you can help me out too, baby?” he murmurs, voice like warm smoke curling around your spine. his fingers stay tangled gentle in your hair, not pushing, just guiding. “let me feel that pretty mouth while jju fucks you stupid.”

you don’t even answer with words. just open wider, tongue sliding out to taste him as he pushes past your lips, slow and careful, filling your mouth until your eyes flutter. the stretch, the weight, the familiar taste of him—it all melts together with euijoo’s thick cock dragging deep inside your cunt.

“fuckkk…good girl.” euijoo groans low behind you, hips rolling forward again, deeper this time, like he can’t help but chase the way you clench around him every time nicholas slides a little further into your throat.

“fuck…she just got wetter,” he breathes, voice wrecked and sweet all at once. one of his hands grips your hip tight, the other sliding up your back, pressing you down into that perfect arch while he starts fucking you in earnest.

“that’s it,” nicholas praises, thumb stroking your cheek like you’re something precious even while you’re drooling around his cock. “look at you… taking both of us so fucking good. our sweet, greedy girl.”

euijoo’s pace turns a little rougher, hips slapping against your ass, the wet sound of him fucking into your soaked pussy mixing with the slick glide of nicholas in your mouth. his fingers find your clit again, rubbing tight, messy circles that make your thighs shake violently.

you let out a broken moan, nicholas’s cock slipping wet from your lips as euijoo fucks into you harder—a sharp, perfect thrust that punches the air right out of your lungs. your forehead drops heavy against nicholas’s thigh, mouth open, drooling, gasping.

“fuck— jju— too much,” you whimper, but your hips push back anyway, greedy for every thick inch dragging along your walls.

nicholas doesn’t let you hide. his fingers tighten in your hair, gentle but insistent, lifting your face just enough to meet his eyes—dark, blown wide, hungry. “don’t stop, jju,” he murmurs, voice rough. “so fucking pretty—keep moaning for him. wanna hear how good he feels.”

behind you, euijoo’s rhythm stutters for half a second. you feel him lean forward, chest pressing warm and solid against your back, one hand sliding up your spine until his fingers brush nicholas’s where they’re tangled in your hair.

then they kiss.

right above you.

you feel the shift in the air first—the way euijoo’s cock twitches deep inside you, the sound of nicholas’s breath catching sharp. their mouths meet messy and open, a low shared groan vibrating through both of them and straight into your body. tongues sliding, lips wet, the soft filthy sound of it cutting through your own broken whimpers.

nicholas’s free hand reaches back, gripping euijoo’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss while euijoo keeps fucking you—slower now, deeper, grinding in tight circles like he needs to feel you clench around him while he tastes nicholas’s mouth. their bodies move together over you, chests brushing your skin, heat everywhere.

you moan at the sight—at the feeling—pussy fluttering hard around euijoo’s cock. they’re kissing like they’ve been starving for it, tongues lazy and deep, little gasps and bitten-off sounds spilling between them, all while euijoo’s hips keep rolling into you in that devastating rhythm.

you moan again, softer this time, cheeks burning hotter than the slick mess dripping down your thighs.

euijoo’s hips stutter to a stop, buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. his breath ghosts hot against the back of your neck, voice low and almost disbelieving.

“did… you just clench around me when you saw us kiss?”

the words hang there, heavy and filthy, and you can’t even deny it—your pussy flutters again around his thick cock, betraying you instantly. a broken little whimper slips out instead of any sort of answer.

nicholas chuckles dark and warm above you, fingers still tangled in your hair as he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “ah? she did?” he murmurs, voice like velvet dragged over gravel. “fuck… you like that?”

euijoo groans, low and wrecked, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades. he rolls his hips once, slow and deliberate, dragging against that spot that makes your eyes roll back. “like seeing me kiss our boyfriend while i’m balls deep in you?”

you nod frantically, face half-buried in nicholas’s lap, too embarrassed and too turned on to speak. your walls squeeze around euijoo again, greedy, and he curses softly, hips snapping forward harder this time.

“god, you’re so fucking perfect,” nicholas breathes. he catches euijoo’s jaw again, pulling him up and into another kiss—deeper this time, messier, tongues sliding hot and open right above you while euijoo starts fucking you in harder. the sound of skin slapping fills the otherwise quiet room.

every thrust punches little sounds out of you. wet, filthy slaps of skin. your moans vibrating against nicholas’s thigh. their shared groans melting together as they kiss like they’re starving.

euijoo breaks the kiss with a gasp, lips shiny, eyes glassy as he looks down at where he’s disappearing inside you. “she’s dripping down my cock every time we do that,” he pants, voice hoarse. one hand slides around to rub tight, perfect circles over your swollen clit. “gonna cum again for us, baby? wanna feel you squeeze me while i kiss him.”

nicholas doesn’t wait for your answer. he tugs euijoo back in, mouths crashing together, tongues fucking slow and deep as euijoo drives into you harder, faster, thumb relentless on your clit.

you shatter.

hard.

a broken cry rips from your throat as pleasure crashes through you, pussy clamping down around euijoo’s cock like it never wants to let him go. your thighs shake violently, vision whiting out, and you hear him groan into nicholas’s mouth—hips stuttering, burying himself to the hilt as he cums deep inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every flutter of your walls.

they stay like that for a long moment—kissing lazy and soft above you, euijoo still buried deep, nicholas’s fingers stroking through your hair like you’re something precious.

when they finally pull apart, both of them turn their attention to you.

euijoo presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your spine. nicholas leans down to catch your lips, tasting the mess of everything. you’re still fluttering around euijoo’s cock, soft little aftershocks milking the last drops from him when he finally eases out with a wrecked groan. the sudden emptiness makes you whimper, slick and messy, cum already leaking down your thighs.

nicholas doesn’t give you time to miss it.

his hands are on you in seconds—firm, warm, possessive—they slides beneath you, flipping you gently onto your back against the cushions, then he hooks your legs over his shoulders in one smooth motion. you’re spread so wide for him, pussy glistening with euijoo’s release, and his eyes go black at the sight. ej slips behind you, taking nicholas’s previous position.

“my turn, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like gravel under silk. he leans down, catching euijoo’s mouth in a slow, filthy kiss right above you again—tongues sliding lazy and deep, a soft shared moan vibrating between them as nicholas lines himself up.

then he pushes in.

one long, smooth thrust and he’s buried to the hilt inside your soaked, sensitive cunt. you cry out, back arching sharp off the couch, the stretch so perfect it borders on too much. he feels even thicker in you than in your mouth.

“fuck… still so tight,” nicholas groans against euijoo’s lips, hips rolling slow and deep, dragging through the mess euijoo left behind. every thrust pushes little wet sounds out of you, filthy and obscene. “taking me so good even after he filled you up. greedy little thing.”

you cry out again, the sound raw and shattered as nicholas starts fucking you hard—no slow rolls, just deep, punishing thrusts that punch the breath right out of your lungs. your legs shake where they’re hooked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back, body folding under the weight of him.

euijoo stays right there, back of your head resting against his abs, one hand sliding down between your bodies without hesitation. his fingers find your swollen, oversensitive clit instantly—slick and messy with both of them—and he rubs tight, perfect circles that make your hips jerk violently.

“ah—fuck—ngh—too much, too much,” you sob, but your pussy clenches greedily around nicholas’s thick member anyway, pulling him deeper.

nicholas groans low, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing filthy through the room. “yeah? too much?” he pants, eyes locked on your face, dark and feral. “but you’re still taking me so fucking well, baby. look at this pretty pussy swallowing every inch.”

euijoo’s fingers never slow. he presses harder, faster, rubbing your clit in messy little strokes while nicholas rails into you, cock dragging against that spot inside you over and over until your vision sparks white at the edges.

“she’s dripping everywhere,” euijoo murmurs, voice sweet and wrecked as he leans in to kiss nicholas again—slow, filthy, tongues sliding hot while his fingers keep working you. the kiss breaks with a wet sound and he looks down at where nicholas is disappearing inside you, lips parted, eyes glassy. “so wet for us… gonna cum again, baby? wanna feel you fall apart on nicho’s cock.”

you can’t even answer—just broken moans and whimpers spilling from your throat as nicholas fucks you harder, deeper, folding you practically in half. every brutal thrust pushes you back onto euijoo’s fingers, pleasure crashing into pleasure until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

you sob it out, voice cracking high and desperate—“nghh—wait! oh fuck—mm i feel…weird—”

nicholas doesn’t slow. if anything his hips snap harder, cock driving deep and relentless into that spot that makes your whole body spark. “yeah?” he growls against your mouth, breath hot and ragged. “let it happen, baby. don’t fight it. we’ve got you.”

euijoo’s fingers press firmer on your clit, rubbing faster, slick and messy, never missing a beat. “that’s it, sweet girl,” he whispers, lips brushing your temple, then nicholas’s again in a quick, filthy kiss. “feel that pressure? let go for us. wanna see you make a mess.”

your legs tremble violently over nicholas’s shoulders. your hands claw at anything, attempting push yourself away from the building pressure—the back of your head rests on euijoo’s chest. 

the feeling builds too fast—too much, too deep, like something’s about to break inside you. every brutal thrust of nicholas’s thick cock, every relentless circle of euijoo’s fingers, pushes you closer to the edge of something you’ve never felt before.

“i—i can’t—oh my god—”

“yes you can,” nicholas pants, folding you tighter, hips slamming into you with wet, obscene sounds. “cum for us, baby. soak my cock. let it all out.”

euijoo leans in, catching your whimpering mouth in a soft kiss, then leans over to kiss nicholas again—tongues sliding hot and open right above you while his fingers pinch and rub your clit just right.

it hits you like a dam breaking.

you shatter with a broken scream, pussy gushing hard around nicholas’s cock. wet heat floods out of you, soaking his stomach, his thighs, dripping down onto the cushions in messy pulses. your whole body convulses, thighs shaking uncontrollably, vision flashing white as the orgasm rips through you harder than anything you’ve ever felt.

nicholas groans loud and wrecked, hips stuttering as your walls clamp down around him like velvet heat. “fuuuck—that’s it, good girl—soaking me—god you’re so fucking pretty—”

he fucks you through it, slower now but still deep, dragging out every last pulse until you’re sobbing and twitching, completely spent. only then does he bury himself to the hilt and cum with a broken moan, spilling hot and thick inside you, mixing with euijoo’s release until you feel impossibly full.

euijoo’s fingers finally slow, gentle circles easing you down while he presses kisses to your damp forehead, your cheeks, your trembling lips.

nicholas carefully lowers your legs, still buried deep, and collapses over you—careful not to crush, forehead resting against yours. both of them wrap around you instantly, warm and solid and safe, hands stroking soothing patterns over your skin.

“so fucking perfect,” nicholas whispers, voice hoarse and full of awe. “look at you…made such a pretty mess for us.”

euijoo hums soft against your neck, lips brushing your pulse. “our sweet girl. did so good. so beautiful when you let go like that.”

you’re floating, boneless and glowing, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from the intensity. they kiss them away gently—nicholas claiming your mouth slow and sweet, euijoo pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, both of them still touching you like they can’t bear to stop.

you blink up at them through the hazy afterglow, chest still heaving, body limp and sticky between them. the words echo in your head like a little bell that won’t stop ringing.

“wait…” your voice comes out small, breathless, almost shy. “earlier you… you called nicholas our boyfriend—?”

euijoo stills against your back, lips brushing your shoulder in a slow, lazy kiss like he’s buying time. nicholas huffs a soft laugh, the sound warm and fond as he nuzzles into your neck, still buried deep inside you, hips giving one last lazy roll that makes you whimper.

“yeah,” nicholas murmurs against your skin, voice low and steady, like it’s the simplest truth in the world. “guess he did.”

euijoo hums, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your throat before lifting his head. his eyes are soft, a little nervous, a lot full of something deeper. “we’ve been together for a while,” he says quietly, thumb stroking slow circles over your hip. “nicholas and me. but it never really felt…complete. not without you. everything felt more right when it was the three of us together.”

nicholas nods, forehead resting against yours, eyes dark and honest. “you’ve always been ours, baby. even before we figured our shit out. we just…didn’t know how to tell you. didn’t want to lose you if it scared you off.”

your heart stutters hard in your chest. the words sink slow and heavy, warm like honey sliding through your veins. you swallow, throat tight, cheeks burning hotter than the mess still leaking between your thighs.

“so… you two are… and i’m…”

“ours,” euijoo finishes softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “if you want us, of course. all of us. together.”

nicholas pulls back just enough to look at you properly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “no pressure, sweet girl. we can go as slow as you need. but yeah… he’s my boyfriend. and you—” his voice drops, rough and tender all at once, “—you’re our girl. think we’ve been waiting for you to be ours for years.”

you feel yourself flutter around nicholas’s cock, still inside you, and both of them notice. euijoo smiles against your shoulder, soft and knowing. nicholas’s eyes darken again, a slow grin tugging at his lips.

“see?” nicholas murmurs, rolling his hips once, deliberate. “your pretty pussy already knows the answer.”

you let out a shaky laugh that melts into a moan, overwhelmed and warm and so full of them it almost hurts. “ya! shut up…i… yeah. i want that. want both of you. if you’ll have me”

euijoo makes a soft, relieved sound and kisses you deep, slow, tasting like love and salt and everything you’ve been missing. nicholas catches your chin gently, turning you into another kiss right after—hungrier, claiming, while euijoo’s hand palms to your tits.

“good girl,” nicholas whispers against your lips, starting to move inside you once more, slow and deep. “our perfect fucking girl.”

and just like that the three of you melt together again—mouths and hands and bodies finding each other like you were always meant to. no more missing pieces.

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authors note: thank you so much for 10k likes and 600+ followers, i cant believe that many people genuinely enjoy my writing. as a thank you gift for all the love and support, i present you with nichojoo smut!

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