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it has been the same thing with Sunghoon for weeks now since summer began; worse when Jay would come over to join him, listening to one of them let out grunts of exertion was bad enough. they would stay planted in the garage for hours on end late into the night, dripping in sweat, cursing and growling like a pack of hungry wolves.

this game of mockery escalated to a full show, emphasizing every move in an almost comical way. even turning a workout session into a ridiculous photoshoot covered in oil as they flexed and posed, capturing their fit bodies from every angle. making no effort whatsoever to hide each knowing look toward your window.

“stupid meatheads.” you’d mutter, setting down one of the many spicy romance novels you’d decided to read this summer. desperate for your own thrilling summer romance, you would roll your chair closer to the window, chin perched on the ledge just enough for the full vision of your neighbor curling weights.

“god he’s getting so..” with pursed lips to contain a whimper, you scrunch your nose, pushing away from the window. 

Sunghoon and Jay weren’t strangers to you, they’d often race around the neighborhood on bikes with you when you were kids. even when you’d yell at them to leave you alone, they would laugh and make fun of you for still using training wheels.

Jay was always a problem, stealing a popsicle away from you before it even met your lips. he’d burst into a laugh and run, holding the melting sugar above his head daring you to chase after him.

“why don’t you try to get it back?” he said, smirking. “is it because I make you nervous?”

even as a preteen he was too cocky for his own good, sucking down your favorite ice cream before patting your head and running off.

Sunghoon was no better, pouncing out from behind his jeep with a water gun when you’d be off to spend a day at the beach to cool off from the heat.

“you jerk!” too shocked to even realize your white cover up had gone sheer from the attack, you wiped at your face. missing the way he bit his lip taking in your exposed form while pumping the gun full of more water.

“the super soaker strikes again.” he whispered, aiming for your crotch next. “aww, now you’re all wet!”

Sunghoon’s making fun of you again, a shit eating grin bunching his cheeks up. forgetting about the water gun in his grip momentarily to take in your figure, store the visual for later when he’s in the shower. he’d shoot you a devious wink, spraying you down again insisting he could help you out with this scolding heat better than the beach could.

“a fucking nun your neighbor is.” that’s what Jay said not long ago watching you get into your car mid-July wearing a hoodie and jeans. “she’s crazy, it’s at least 95 degrees out here. what is she hiding under there?”

“a lot.” Sunghoon nods, following your car, watching it pull out and zip down the street. 

Jay whistles, punching his friend's bulged bicep. “you fuck her already? without me??”

scoffing, Sunghoon rubs his chin, vividly recalling how your breasts bounced in the bikini top hidden under the white throw you had on. having the same conversation with Jay as days passed, knowing only time will tell before you finally crack.

“not yet dude, but I caught her staring at me again yesterday,” he smirks. “she wants it.”

“yeah yeah, I want it too.” Jay adds, rolling his shoulders back into a flex. “been wanting it for years. I’m tired of waiting.”

“me too.” Sunghoon nods, unlocking his phone to open up your feed. annoyed that you haven’t uploaded any pictures of yourself at the beach yet. “yeah, me too.”

“what’s she even doing? Heeseung stole her only friend away, why can’t she be more like that?” Jay says, careful to not double tap while lurking through his friends phone. “she has no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about her.”

“unfortunately I do since you never shut up about it.” Sunghoon pockets his phone, humming to himself. “I might have a plan.”

“does this plan include me?” Jay asks, fixing his friend with a glare. 

“of course.” Sunghoon clasps him on the shoulder, smiling. “you know I only play to win.”

Jay lets out a boisterous fake laugh, shrugging him off. “you live right next to her, if she wanted you— it would have happened by now. we both know she looks for me.”

“we’ll see about that.”

Sunghoon knows you’re watching him again. he knows you always watch him, masking most of your face with whatever book you’ve had your nose buried in since the first time he noticed you inconspicuously observing him from your window.

today would be the day, he’d wait until you come out, make the move to catch you off guard. 

with summer coming to a near end soon, he knew there wouldn’t be many more opportunities to shoot his shot before you’re back off to university. it’s now or never, that’s what he repeats when you step outside wandering in front of your house in search of something.

not just something, but a package an Amazon driver just happened to leave by the bushes in front of his house.

“oh, it’s definitely now or never.” Sunghoon wants to laugh, tucking the box addressed to you under an arm, he whistles to catch your attention.

“hey! are you looking for this?”

he’s standing across the street, waving a toned up arm around, nodding to the package in his hold. 

of course, because what good is your annoying neighbor for other than to annoy you.

“they must have gotten the wrong address!” he calls out, waving for you to come get it. setting your hands on your hips, you trudge over, slumped and irritated. irritated by how delectable he still looks after sweating for the past hour in his garage.

“what are you up to today?” Sunghoon asks, tossing the package back and forth between his hands like a football.

“could you not do that?” instead of letting you grab the box, he holds it high above his head as you reach out. 

“you know, maybe you could workout with me.” he starts to suggest, squinting the sun away that's beaming down on the both of you. “you never put up a fight, I could help you get stronger.”

“Hoon come on, stop messing around!” you start to whine, wobbling on the tips of your toes to only barely graze the box. inching closer until your chests collide together, hard built muscle rubs against your breasts, letting out a small whine from the back of your throat from how firm he feels against you.

“I always like when you call me that,” he’s flirting, again, returning to toss the box around. “what’s in here anyway?”

“books.” you inform, losing your footing as Sunghoon pulls the box out of your reach again.

“one of those girly dirty pervert books you read while watching me and Jay workout?” he sneers, wrapping his free arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his chest. 

“what?!” 

“listen,” he winks, blowing loose strands of hair away from your face. “if you want a nasty summer threeway, you could just ask instead of reading about it and pretending it’s your neighbors.”

“you’re an idiot! give me my stuff!” 

Sunghoon clicks his tongue, tossing the box inside of his garage carelessly knowing there’d be no risk in damaging anything inside. “am I wrong?”

one of his thighs dips between yours before you can answer, forcing a gasp out of you by setting you down roughly. pulling you closer by your waist, the tip of his tongue peaks out just to tease you, licking his lower lip until it shines like a fresh coat of lip gloss.

“you’re so wet already, dripping right through your shorts for me baby.” 

Sunghoon’s not wrong unfortunately, it didn’t help that you’d been reading a steamy scene before the notification for your delivery popped up. planning to race back to your room to get off before Jay would show up, not that their noisy growls and grunts helped you reach a climax faster in any way..

“you know we wouldn’t say no baby, been trying to get inside your twisted up panties for years.” bending closer by his neck, Sunghoon whispers just by your parted lips. “I want you to ask for it, tell me you want it.”

“Hoon, you’re always so mean to me..” you whimper, rocked up and down his thigh right there where any of your neighbors can see. as if the housewives around hadn’t already glared at you ready to set off bullets whenever their husbands stared for too long.

“is that what you like?” he nips your bottom lip, moving lower to cup your ass and grind your core up and down his thigh faster. “cause I can be really fucking mean baby, I’ll make you cry and beg for me to stop.”

“oh fuck— stop, not here.” you try to plead, uncomfortably rolling your hips down to relieve some of the heat lighting up between your thighs. instinctively you make the mistake of grabbing onto Sunghoon’s bare arms, the muscles flex and jump under your palms. rushing more heat down from your gut to your core. 

“you like how those feel baby?” he’s cocky again, fully confident that you’ve been drooling over his growing muscles all summer. bouncing his leg faster until you're ducking to hide a whine between his pecs. “can lift up to 70kg easily now.”

“fuck Hoon.” embarrassed by how incoherent you already feel, you dig into his biceps to regain some composure. “not out here, pleaseee.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, responding with a grunt. he steps back pulling you toward the set of workout equipment inside the garage.

“I still need to hear it, who are you thinking about when you go to bed sweating even with the air on full blast?” Sunghoon sets your back against the wall, lips tracing the end of his sentence on your chin. reaching between your thighs, he cups your mound, hissing through his teeth from the warmth.

“tell me you want it, and I’ll give it to you better than anyone ever has. better than anyone even can.” 

he’s inside your shorts, rubbing your ruined underwear deeper into the seam gushing out wetness. long fingers work to stuff your panties in cruelly, forcing your folds to spill out around the worn down soaked cotton.

“so wet and nasty, all for me?” Sunghoon knows you’ll crack, panting like a mess out of breath with buckled knees already. he knows you’ll beg for it and come crawling back for more.

“i-it’s—for you,” you tremble, teeth chattering. bucking down against his fingers stretching your underwear to the limit with most of it bunched up at your entrance.

“that’s right, I know it is. this pussy’s mine.” he sneers, taking a hold of your neck with his other hand. licking from your chin to your lips, he demands access with a powerful push from his tongue, capturing the gasped breath you let out with a heated kiss. “make you my good little whore, teach you how to beg on your knees for me.”

the tightness around your throat locks your air flow, more light headed and foggy brained as you agree. nodding and whining for him to show you.

“you want to be a good girl for me?”

“please,” you choke out, swallowing down the saliva gathered at the sides of your tongue. “anything, I’ll do anythin—“

squeezing your neck tighter, Sunghoon steals your next breath, devouring your mouth with command. too worked up from months of cat and mouse and restless nights jerking off to the memory of you dripping wet running away from the water he strategically shot at your chest and ass. 

in the midst of losing yourself in Sunghoon’s pouty lips, you miss the sound of an engine turning off. followed by a car door slamming shut and heavy footsteps.

“ah, you asshole,” Jay drops his gym bag upon entering the garage. “I knew you would start without me.”

“you’re late.” Sunghoon snaps, ignoring his friend to continue attacking your now swollen mouth with feverish kisses.

“like two minutes!” Jay rolls his eyes, stepping over weights lined up on the floor to shove into Sunghoon’s side. quickly taking in the damage that’s been done, from your bleary eyes to your lopsided flimsy shorts and half exposed core.

“since you were greedy, I will go first.” licking his lips, he pinches your chin with a smirk. “got that pussy nice and wet for me?”

“what?” Sunghoon scoffs, bumping into his friends side. “no way you go first, I’ve been waiting—“

“so have I!” Jay snaps, displaying his impatience by pulling your shorts off to land at your ankles. he fists your underwear, making you squeak in shock and hiss from the burn of the fabric wedged between your folds.

“how much do you want to bet I can get her off faster than you?” Jay mocks his friend, cocking a groomed brow along with the taunting question.

the corner of Sunghoon’s lip lifts up, he always loved to play games. full of himself enough to never doubt that he’d win.

“fine, you go first.” he says confidently. “because I’m not gonna make her cum just once.”

“pft..” Jay wants to continue this back and forth with Sunghoon, but the twitch his dick gives reminds him of the important matter at hand. “whatever.”

months of imagining how the first time he fucked you would go, there were times his friend was there too. afterall neither of them had ever been quiet of their desires for the girl that lived across the street. it was never a matter of who, just when.

“god..” he blinks slowly, tugging your underwear up to a painful point. hard enough to have your toes pointed on the ground to relieve the pressure against your clit. “dripping out past your underwear like a real slut.”

the visual in front of him feels better than porn, instantly shooting his dick to full mass inside of his basketball shorts. taking a hold of your jaw, he admires your abused lips, giant watery eyes gazing at him full of need and desperation. 

“you’re so fucking pretty.” Jay says it quietly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. lost in the heat radiating from your skin down to the small space separating your hips. “always wanted to see you like this, all exposed and pliant for me.”

“Jay..” the tremble your lip gives lights a shiver down his spine. nerves rushing straight to his balls growing heavy with the need to fuck you full of cum. 

“yeah, it’s Jay, baby.” he repeats arrogantly. prodding his tongue along the ridge of your lips and Cupid’s bow. “I’ll have you calling me daddy soon enough like a good slut should.”

his teasing might be worse than Sunghoon’s, shifting the fabric wrapped in his palm with tugs left and right. he takes control of your mouth with a ferocious kiss, feral like a starved animal sucking on your tongue, pushing drool to spill down your chin. circling one of your wrists, he shoves your hand beneath the thin muscle tee hanging low on his torso.

“feel that?” he mumbles between a kiss, dragging your fingers against the divots of etched abdomen muscle lining his stomach. “that’s for you baby. want you to cum all over me. have your cunt spilling how badly you want me all over my skin.”

Sunghoon sits down on one of the benches, waiting, watching and waiting. transfixed by the way you succumb more and more with each second gone by. crumpling further down the wall practically on your knees like a sad puppy whining for a treat. having to bite his tongue to hold himself back from calling out for you to wag your tail like a good girl.

“please please,” your whimpered begging pinches the same nerve for both of them. rolling their eyes up and cracking their necks simultaneously, Jay pulls your underwear away, cursing from how sticky the cotton is. strings of slick cling to your cunt like a jar of honey when you try to open it. hot, wet, desperate for a thick cock to stuff you to the brim.

“please what? hmm?” he asks, pressing the heel of his palm to your cunt. “how do you want it?”

“hard.” you wail, cursing and throwing your head back against the wall. “fuck me hard, please please, I need it.” 

Jay’s more than pleased by your response, pulling back to quickly discard his clothes. he nearly jumps out of his shorts, grasping a hold of your top, he pulls the material in a harsh manner until your waist dips in arching off the wall. 

“you think you can handle it?” Jay grins, grabbing your wrist again. he wraps your palm around his length, fully erect and throbbing in your hold. “know your pretty pussy hasn’t gotten fucked at all this summer. think about what you’re asking for here, baby.”

he’s right. while everyone else has been hitting up parties and hooking up with their sneaky links, you’ve been home most days. lusting over the two guys putting on a show outside your window. daydreaming of all the different ways they could ravage and destroy you. somehow ending up inside Sunghoon’s garage used back to back hadn’t crossed your mind, something too good for your imagination to even fathom.

you give his length an experimental stroke, slowly feeling over the veins pulsing along the side. taking your time to inch up to the bulbous tip to collect the precum trickling out. Jay’s thick enough to leave you sore and aching when you wake up tomorrow. hot, heavy, and meaty in your palm.

“I can take anything you give me.”

the chuckle he lets out says everything; that you’ll eat your words. smashing your lips together, he starts off by biting your bottom lip until the skin gives and breaks beneath his teeth. pulling in the sides of your underwear until the elastic cuts into your buttcheeks painfully. the sound of thread and seams ripping follows, tearing them right off your body before throwing the material off to the side. his first display of aggressive strength that gets your stomach warm with more heat traveling down to your center. 

“of course you can, sluts love to get fucked.” Jay snarls, nudging the end of your nose with a kiss. he spins you around fast, shoved against the garage wall. a draft of air passes by reminding you how very open the door still is, hidden only by his car parked in front of where the two of you stand.

the tip of his cock glides between your folds, pushing each one side to side to give you a sense of just how thick he is. holding you in place with a hand on your hip, he pushes in, inch by inch making you suffer and endure how much thicker he gets along the way. 

“do you even know how wet you are?” he sounds pained, muttering against your nape. staring down between your lower halves in awe as you drench his length the more he shoves in, groaning noisily against your damp neck when he meets obstruction. “wet, and fucking tight. you like that baby? feel good?”

“yes yes!” you nod to fast, tapping your forehead on the wall. circling your hips back to feel his size stretch you full. earning a string of curses and moans, nips at the top of your spine.

“good girl, good little slut for me.” impressed by your actions, he pulls out halfway only to plummet forward and fill you to the brim with each unforgiving slam of his hips. working you into a breathless mess with each growing hit of sharp hips bones against your ass.

Jay grips your jaw, forcing you to look at Sunghoon sitting there with his fist choking the base of his length to stave off his growing arousal. biting the fleshy part of your earlobe, he hisses for you to keep your eyes open.

“let him see how good I fuck you.” he says, pistoning harder against your ass. each clap of skin of skin louder than the next making it harder to keep your eyes open. Jay’s arm snakes around your neck, bicep flexed and holding your jaw up. his teeth snap, thrusting into you at a fierce pace. “keep those pretty eyes open. show him how good this dick feels with those tears.”

upon his words, you feel a hot stream of tears pour down your cheeks. inflamed by the budding heat rising from your chest, they streak down to your lips, hitting your tongue warm and salty. filthy just like every nasty whisper passing from Jay’s lips reminding you that you’re a dirty slut, his dirty slut.

“let him hear you, let him know.” he says it too quietly for Sunghoon to pick up on. adding a slap to your hip and a mean roll of his hips, hitting deep inside where you need him most.

“I love it! l-love your cock!” you shout, gritting your teeth. “s-slut, I’m a cock slut!”

“who’s slut, I want you to say it!” he growls, hips clapping into your ass, pushing your chest against the wall, nipples hard and grazing against your top.

“yours! yours yours!” breaking into a loud cry, you scream. clenching around his size hard enough to slow down his next thrust. your thighs shake, gurgling and clawing at the wall as your ankles go weak.

“that’s right.”

Jay’s gnawing at your shoulder, drooling a pathway up to the column of your throat to mark and suck on. his teeth dig deep, roughly tearing at your skin with each penetrating thrusts filling you to the brim. a mark to remind him that he got to have you first, and better.

between grunts and a sound close to a whimper, he cums, emptying his balls buried deep inside your heat. sighing and trying to catch his breath, heavy chest pressed to your back coated in a layer of sweat making your skin stick together.

“took my dick like a pro,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear. licking a stimulating swirl through every dip and ridge. he kisses your cheekbone, pulling your ass apart to watch himself.

the feeling of emptiness hits you hard, locking your knees together and scrabbling at the wall to keep yourself balanced. 

Jay’s too mesmerized by the sight of his cum flowing from your hole, coating your inner thighs. the dip of his fingers seeped into your fleshy bottom, the pliant way you arch to show him more despite your pitiful whimpers.

“you had your fun.” Sunghoon’s deep voice rumbles, shoving his friend away to collect you. he turns you around to face him, smiling away a laugh when your wet eyes and tear stained cheeks meet him in a daze. worse than cock drunk, you were lost in some type of dick heaven by now.

“come here baby,” Sunghoon sounds muffled to your cotton filled ears; still reeling from your orgasm. he’s already stripped down to nothing, dragging you to straddle his lap where he sits on one of the weight lifting benches. adjusting your thighs around his hips until your dripping core presses to his stomach, staining his six pack with a mixture of yours and Jay’s cum.

“so messy.”

Sunghoon strokes his length just once, fearing he’ll burst if he waits any longer. without warning he slides back enough to line up to your entrance, shoving in too fast pushing an obscene sound of gushing wetness out. cum smooths his glide, trickling down to the base of his cock, warm arousal spills down past his sack.

“disgusting.” he grins, biting at your jaw. “taking all of my cock like a good little slut, always ready to get fucked.”

Sunghoon’s strong, stronger than you can even fathom. strong enough to lift you up and down on his cock effortlessly. 

“wanna hear you, too dick drunk already baby?” he growls, thrusting you down fast with extra speed. the stretch is just as painful and sweet as Jay, more ruthless, ramming his size into you repeatedly full of rage.

the answer you give with your tongue lolled out like a thirsty pet only drives him to fuck you mercilessly. 

Sunghoon releases your hips to throw his arms around your neck, locking you in a tight chokehold. you pant like a dog in heat, biting on his shoulder, struck on his biceps bulging the more he squeezes around you until you’re coughing and gasping for air.

“fucking you like you deserve.” he’s sweating, grunting, thighs burning fiercly with each squatted push of his lower half. bucking up into you with vigor until your ass claps and bounces against his thighs.

every night stood under ice cold water in the shower with his arms too sore to even lift to shampoo his hair felt worth it now. watching your ass fall down against him in the mirror on the wall across, your head dipping back with eyes lost in your sockets. 

“Hoon!” it’s more of a garbled scream that you let out. too lost in the high to even register cumming again. all you can do is whine and cry out while Sunghoon fucks you through it, clamped around his length as he pounds up into you faster. 

“oh fuck!” he growls, pulling your bodies to completely press together. resting back on the bench, he sets his feet on the end to work his cock into you at a maddening pace. 

it’s too much, too good. throttled down on his length so fast that you bite your tongue accidentally, drooling out coppery tasting saliva against his throat. 

Jay moves to stand at your sides tugging a wad of your hair into a balled up fist. he lifts your hazy gaze up, bending your neck back in a painful way. “fucked so stupid, haven’t even said thank you. where are your fucking manners?”

“thank you!!” you cry out, fucked like a doll. a debauched mess covered in drool and cum, going cross eyed as Sunghoon hits that spot inside you over and over again. “thankyouthankyou, oh my god.”

Jay seems pleased and amused by your reply, throwing your head down to crash against one of Sunghoons biceps. you bite down on the firm rock hard meat, drooling, digging your teeth in. laving the muscle animalistically, crazed by the powerful strength rocking you up and down with each hoists of his hips.

“fuckfuckfuck!” choking on a cough, you bite his arm again. burying your teeth in, breaking into a round of tremors as another orgasm spills out of you. this one coating the inside of Sunghoon’s thighs in a slicked up mess.

“ugh! shit!” with curled toes Sunghoon thrusts up one more time, stilling as he shoots strings of hot cum deep inside of you. 

the entirety of his abdomen caves in, seeing nothing but spotted dots disappear before him. he lays flat, nearly losing balance on the bench. slowly feeling the sting from your bites on his arms that he’d enjoy for the next days to come while lifting weights in the mirror.

Sunghoon slaps your ass when you start to shift around, biting on your shoulder for you to stay put. he licks up to your jaw, nibbling a path up to your earlobe. making you whimper and squirm with another succession of slaps to your already sore bottom.

“great workout, but you can give me better than that.”

when your friend texts you the following day that she would be available to hang out, you have to contain the urge to scream about yesterday. knowing she will see the incriminating marks left behind on your neck from two pairs of lips.

‘what did you end up doing yesterday?’ 

“don’t stress too much about it.” your friend whispers low enough for the group behind you to not pick up on. leading you up the stairs, she fathoms up an excuse that you may get lost and end up in her parents bedroom instead of her older brother’s. “Heeseung went out a while ago with Jay, he shouldn’t be back until later.”

“I know where his room is..” 

“you looked worried,” she stops at the top of the stairs with you, clutching onto your forearm. “don’t let them get to you, I really don’t care that you have a crush on my brother.”

“I d-don’t” you start to splutter, grateful that the hallway light is turned off, masking the heat rising up your cheeks with shadows. 

“seriously, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” she pats your shoulder, directing a thumb back down the stairs. “try not to get lost!”

“I don’t even like Heeseung like that..” you mumble to yourself, calmly striding toward his bedroom door. “what did she even mean…used to what?!”

the door before you draws a cringeful expression across your features, adorned with a thin metal plaque that says ‘BEWARE OF DOG’ in bright orange letters against a black background. “god, whose yard did he steal this from?”

“what a dork..” it’s mostly to keep yourself level headed, unable to fight the tremble ripping down to the tips of your fingers as you graze the bedroom’s door handle. “he’s not home.”

taking a deep breath, you nod to reassure yourself, you really have nothing to worry about. 

unless you get caught, of course.

Heeseung’s room is— as you should have expected, a disaster. unmade bed, crooked posters strewn all over four walls, some half peeled off. chains and jeans pile up on the floor surrounded by clunky skater sneakers and two boards.

his musk wafts through the air, tickling the a way up your nostrils; stirring memories, memories you tried to forget.

memories of Heeseung coming home dripping in sweat, chugging down water with a heated gaze shadowed by the fan his eyelashes create where he stood. sip after sip without breaking a trance-like stare, slicing through your soul to expose secrets you try to keep to yourself.

secrets you aren’t even willing to share with your closest friends— Heeseung’s sister sat across from you giggling over her current boy of the week; too caught up in flirtatious banter to notice your discomfort. sweat itched at your nape, resorting to your anxious habit of picking at your nails to contain your nerves. 

Heeseung noticed though, thoroughly enjoying how your leg began to bounce the longer he took to finish off the glass of water forming condensation in his grip. foggy moisture seeped down his wrist, trickles streamed down his throat. all of it grabbing your attention as you pretended to stretch and flitter a glance around the room.

even as he tapped off the glass and dried off his pout with the back of his hand, he continued to burn holes into your side. adding more taunt where he stood, displaying an act of contemplation by tapping his chin thoughtfully. 

“hmmm” he murmured, shifting from foot to foot to aid his next decision. snapping his thumb and index finger, the light bulb turned on in his mind igniting flames throughout his iris; glinting bright and lively even as his eyelids lowered, fitting you with a lazy look.

“ah, there it is.” Heeseung said- to himself, despite your less than discrete stare. he smirked, toying with you by never breaking eye contact as he moved closer in slow motion. beads of sweat lined his forehead, pouring down faster with each step he took.

“excuse me.” he said flatly, averting his attention to the area just behind you. bending forward, the top of his shirt grazed your nose, instantly smacked with the scent of lingering body wash. hints of woodsy undertones masked by a fresh aroma of dark berries; tickling up high enough to reach your brain. 

Heeseung huffed, dipping in closer until your lips pressed to his shoulder, involuntarily puckering against the damp white cotton t-shirt clinging to his warm skin; leaving residue of your natural tone pink lip gloss to stain the heavily bleached material.

“thought I had lost this.” he grinned, passing a cartoon keychain between his fingers. 

“uh..” biting down on the sides of your tongue, you sank deeper into your seat. stuck on a dollop of sweat bubbled at the tip of Heeseung’s nose, hanging precariously, begging to be licked away.

he blinked, slowly returning to your gaze, tilting to the side just enough for the bead of sweat to drop; drop and land upon your upper lip, hot enough to expel steam and cause your mouth to tremble.

“I’ll be going to my room now.” with that, Heeseung spun on his foot, strutting out of the kitchen, out of your line of sight.

that memory painted the depths of your mind, screaming and cursing to yourself as you drove home.

“what did he even mean! going to his room?!? was I supposed to follow him?!?” 

and now, standing in Heeseung’s bedroom, dragging your fingers across his unkempt bedding, you ask yourself again-

“what did he mean!” you sigh, plopping onto his bed. engulfed by pillows coated in his scent. a scent that’s lodged itself deep within your sense, so much so that you recognize the moment Heeseung steps foot into the room now.

“who cares anyway.” you grunt, ignoring the ‘I care’ your subconscious responds with.

blue boxers, that’s what you’re here for. not to reminisce a failed crush that would never lead to more than mysterious glances and one sided lust.

the problem is, Heeseung has lines upon lines of drawers. most you find filled with mangas and porn, buried beneath old textbooks and skateboard magazines. growing more frustrated with yourself as you keep pausing to look through each item and lose track of time.

“don’t worry about it, feel better dude.”

Heeseung’s rich voice reaches your ears, followed by heavy footsteps ascending down the hallway. 

“fuck! shit fuckfuck!!” you curse, scanning the bedroom with quick lightning speed. the best option 5 feet away-- to hide inside of Heeseung’s closet.

holding your breath, you gingerly step inside, careful to shut the door just enough to not make a sound as Heeseung’s bedroom door closes behind him noisily.

he trudges in listlessly, turning his head side to side with a bored look. stopping abruptly as something near the closet catches his eye, a white t-shirt..

seemingly pleased, Heeseung picks up the garment between two fingers, striding over to his bed. he sighs, smirking and turning the shirt in his hold, stopping to admire a part of it. 

the part still carrying your lip stain from months ago. never once washed after that day, Heeseung found it cute at first. cute until he remembered the way your thighs clenched together, the shortness of your breath, and each nervous look you snuck toward him.

“cute..” he says to himself, pushing back to settle against the wall. Heeseung’s lips protrude in thought, setting the shirt next to himself to unzip his jeans.

shit. shit shit shit. 

you should look away, you shouldn’t continue to watch him shimmying out of his boxers through a small crack with your forehead perched on the doorframe. 

blue boxers rest on the middle of his thighs, shoving up his shirt enough for his throbbing length to breathe freely. you have to bite down on your lip, grab at the wall, whatever you can find surrounding you to stay stable. 

Heeseung licks a trail of spit up his palm, hissing and wrapping a fist around the base of his length as his other hand lowers, smoothing and rubbing the tip of his cock. pre-cum smears, mixing in with saliva, pushed lower to circle and tug around himself.

the worst and best part are really his reactions to each motion. a tight furrow between his eyebrows, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and speckles of pink rising from his throat to the apple of his cheeks.

his throat, on full display, huffing out short breathy moans as he builds a speed around himself. his hips lift every now and then, rolling up to fuck into his palm with more urgency. tossing his head side to side when he squeezes at the base torturously.

he’s toying with himself, serving just enough pleasure to make it feel good and fill his balls. enough to fool himself once again with the idea of getting off, only to halt and grunt, work himself to a painful orgasm the longer he resists. 

heat tickles throughout his belly, lowering to ride down to the tip of his shaft. glistening with a thin sheen of spit and pre-cum aiding to each glide under his pumping fist. 

he’s drawing up, hips rutting side to side in search of something to bury himself in. eyeing the shirt next to him, he squeaks, breathlessly moaning your name. rutting up faster with his knees bent, shoving his socked cover toes deeper into the bed.

“fuck..” you near cry, buckling at your knees; weakened and exhausted from only watching, itching through your palms like a dog in heat to be the one stroking his length. 

“fuck, I’m such a creep for this..” rubbing your thighs together like matches, you stumble back, gasping and knocking into a row of hung clothes. metal clatters, and the airy sound of wads of clothing smacking onto the floor circle around you. all of that coming to a stop as the closet door rips open.

“what the fuck?!”

Heeseung’s shadow looms over you, tucked back into his blue boxers, secured under his jeans. frazzled and infuriated where he stands with his eyes nearly bulged out. 

“I— oh crap..” you stutter, holding your hands up defenselessly. “I can explain!”

“you’ve been in here this entire time?!?” he exclaims, pupils blown. pushing away and shaking his head as he rips at tufts of hair. “WERE YOU WATCHING ME?”

“Heeseung! no no! really, listen!!” you crawl, stumbling on weak ankles to scamper after him. “it was just a dare!”

“a dare to hide in my closet?!” he’s pissed, hissing shouts between gritted teeth. 

“no! I..I—I..” 

crossing his arms, he stands intimidating above you appearing disgusted by your stuttering, fixing you with a piercing glare. “what did you see, huh?”

“n-nothing..” you lie, you never were good at lying though..

he scoffs, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth. nodding and rolling his neck around. “you have to show me whatever you saw.”

“huh?” 

“don’t play dumb.” Heeseung scolds you with a condescending tone. “you hid in my closet and watched me jerk off. you know what that makes you?”

“I didn’t! I didn’t watch!” you scramble to deny, clutching into his thighs to pull yourself up. he sets his hand on your shoulder, shifting to leverage his weight there.

“you did, just like a no good creep.” reading shame written across your face, he leers, dipping his thumb into your clavicle until you squirm. “unless you want me to let my sister know what a filthy little pervert her friend is, you better do as I say.”

“Hee, please..don’t be like this!” you plead, grimacing from his fingers sinking into your shoulder. “what do you want me to do!”

“what? you’re the only one who gets to have a free show?” Heeseung smirks, aiming his chin to direct you toward his bed. “show me exactly what you saw. don’t make me repeat myself again.”

his menacing low tone makes your spine shrivel, silently nodding as you clamber onto his bed. eyeing the t-shirt still laid on his pillow, Heeseung follows your line of sight, mumbling a curse under his breath.

“I knew you were lying.” climbing on with you, he moves closer using his knees. nodding for you to sit against the wall just as he had. “your trembling thighs gave you away anyway.”

“I didn’t…see everything.” you did, but something about building onto your lie added thrill to your current predicament. 

when Heeseung said he’d be going to his room in a suggestive manner, you stayed put. rooted to your seat as your mind whirled with scenarios that could unfold if you followed after him. scenarios you’d continue to create for months, daydreaming of landing yourself in this position. sprawled on his bed, filled with fear, excitement, exploding nerves, heat and desire.

“oh yeah?” he mocks, grinning, smoothing his palms up your bare calves to your knees. “like what you saw? like what you heard?”

he knows you heard him moaning your name, pummeling his fist imagining you convulsing around him. begging and bursting into tears; urging him to slow down, and fuck you harder at the same time.

pushing against your knees, he doesn’t give you much time to respond. pinching up your inner thighs until he can tease at the lining of your pajama shorts. “Hello Kitty pjs..”

biting back a smile, he motions for you to hurry up, tapping his wrist to say you’re wasting his time. “exactly how I did it.”

“oka-okay..” in a quick action, you’re shimmying out of your pjs and panties. the man before you freezing, expecting more of a fight. a shy look and squished together thighs licks arousal through his gut, painfully aching as you duck your chin to hide the embarrassment staining your cheeks.

Heeseung never managed to finish getting off with you interrupting his alone time. he’s hard as a rock, trapped against his abdomen throbbing pitifully. tense and rageful, more frustrated by your much too slow movements.

“is that what I did?” he questions with no confusion, continuing to speak in a stern manner. Heeseung jerks his head, jaw tight to keep up a strong image. “come on, what are you waiting for.”

slowly, you stretch open, hitting him with the visual of your naked wet core. the bedding beneath you turns darker, pooled with wetness trickling down past your rim. 

Heeseung has to swallow, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down to quill his dry throat. he gestures for you to continue on, hypnotized by your fingers inching closer and closer to your mound. 

he’s struck, in awe watching your pussy folds part open. fat clit ready to be abused, riper than fresh fruit, dripping with sweet honey. his fist slams into the bed, nodding with urgency. “touch yourself, do it like I did.”

you listen, biting on your lip with your skin gathering between your brows. frustrated beyond belief to only just now get to touch yourself. ragged breaths leave your lips faster, trembling against your vocal chords with whimpered moans.

“god..” Heeseung’s neck drops, licking away the drool that’s dribbling out past the seam of his lips. heart shattering as he watches you circle your entrance, tapping and prodding two finger tips in just to feel your pulse speed up. “fuck..”

growing confidence and losing yourself to the pleasure, you arch, completely giving him the full view of your cunt. stroking side to side at your clit until a loud embarrassing moan flies free from your lips. Heeseung’s distraught hungry demeanor encourages your fingers to work faster. obscene wet splash-like sounds boom around you. throwing your head back, you hit one of his pillows, greeted by the scent that led you to this moment once again.

“I’m..close..” you announce, bitterly, not wanting this to end. pushed faster to the tip of your climax by the image before you of your biggest desire falling apart, drooling with his jaw hung. cock twitching under his shirt, begging to fuck you with a wanton gaze.

a muffled growl passes through his throat, hunched forward in a trance watching your hole spurt another glob of wetness out. opening and closing deliciously, rolling tremors up his thighs with each contraction shown off. “your little holes begging for me.” 

another twitch of your hips confirms how much you want him. writhing close enough for the scent of your wetness to infiltrate his senses, Heeseung topples over. face hovering right above your cunt like a man starved, finally finding a meal after months of voyage. 

“Heeseung..touch me” you shift, unveiling how much dampness has gathered under your ass. pouring wet like a fountain, squeezing at nothing but air.

“say please,” he smirks, grinding the backs of his teeth together to keep his tough shell intact. just as desperate and if not more needy with impatience to fuck you, fill you to the brim with his cock.

“please please! can’t wait anymore!” you sound even prettier begging, watery with tears threatening the rims of your eyes. reaching grabby hands for him to come closer, to give you what you want.

“pretty pretty pretty please,” licking his lips, he cages in on your face. the tip of his tongue traces across your plump upper lip. 

“pleasepleaseplease! pretty please!”

Heeseung sits back, smacking your hand away from your core. licking between his fingers before taking over your position. he rubs circles just as you had, better even. firmer, rougher and more commanding. forearm flexing, lined with angry veins from his meaty hand to the crook of his elbow. 

“such a dirty girl, always staring at me. even sneaking into my room to watch me.” he teases, sliding up and down between your folds. “is that how badly you want me? no decency to even ask, creep around instead hoping to get caught.”

it’s humiliating how much you wither and grind against his palm. babbling on about how you aren’t a creep, you’re not a dirty girl; earning smack after smack on your pussy with each denial.

“you’re so tight..” Heeseung glides the tips of two fingers inside, much like you had. “wanna feel you struggle to stretch around me. is that what you want?”

the more questions he asks feel more and more like a jeer, poking fun of you to your face in your weakest moment. left with no choice but to admit the truth if you want to get off. “wa-wanna feel you, feel you f-fuck me.”

Heeseung’s mouth goes numb, unable to control the amount of saliva coating his tongue. wanting to maul your cunt and feel your thighs clamp around him, strangle him until he can’t breathe properly.

“gonna fuck you, punish you being a bad girl.” he goes on patronizing you, using the act to set aside how badly he needs to feel you. fighting back from violently licking strips up your pretty cunt until you scream for him.

Heeseung’s parting open your thighs again, pushing at the backs of your knees until you hitch up enough. ass raised off his bed letting out mournful little whimpers, huffing his name out in broken parts.

“seung..” you can’t stop whining, embarrassed by how he admires your hole, lifting your lower half enough for you to watch as well. becoming obsessed with the flutter and push, his face dips in closer; the tip of his nose gliding in a circle around your clit. meticulously moving lower and lower until his lips pucker at your entrance.

“fuck..” Heeseung groans, breathing in your heady scent. kissing and pulling back to watch your hole spasm, empty, calling for him to use over and over again.

he can’t wait anymore, unhinging his jaw as he leans in, licking a fat stripe from your delicate hole to your clit; sucking a way up your glossy seam with a long drag of his tongue. Heeseung swirls around your clit expertly, pleased by your hands burying into his hair. clutching and pulling waves of pleasure down to his cock. he ruts against the bed, firmly gripping onto your hips for control.

slammed back down, he works with your circling hips, grunting with each pass on your stiff clit. using extra force to stop your incessant movements and hips from slipping free, he locks around your bundle of nerves. suckling and paying extra attention to your moans amplified with each pointed stroke of his tongue along the sides.

bucking up, you set a grind against his hot mouth. crying out and ripping bunches of his hair to a painful point, evident by the way Heeseung’s eyes clench shut, swallowing down hissed moans.

“fuck! oh fuck Hee—“ breaking off into a repeated round of pleads, his mouth lowers, pushing past your tightened entrance to curl his tongue deep inside of you. nose shoved against your clit wiggling side to side with his tongue lodged as far as his jaw will allow. “I-I can’t!”

you buckle, slapping your thighs together against his hold only to be pushed up higher to accommodate his mouth. relentlessly he buries his tongue in, stealing an orgasm out of you faster than you can process. mind hazy and sensitive as you attempt to move away from his lips wrapped around your clit.

“n-no more..can’t, no m-ore.” your protest falls on deaf ears, ignoring you as he litters kisses over your mound. Heeseung sits up, slapping the sides of your thighs. the tip of his nose obscenely wet, dripping from the tip with your arousal.

“oh you can’t?” he pouts, large glossy eyes innocent as he blinks slowly. “you can’t?? after hiding in my closet and begging me to fuck you?? you can’t?”

“Heeseung..” you whimper brokenly, too exhausted to mutter anything more.

“aww” he chides, kissing the backs of his teeth. “Heeseunnggggg.”

he laughs arrogantly between lapping his upper lip clean, cupping your center to dig the heel of his palm against your clit and watch you cry harder. 

“Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung,” he repeats, mimicking your strained tone. a playful smirk lifts one corner of his mouth, leisurely toying with your heat. “say you can’t anymore, but your pussy won’t stop rubbing against me. a creep, and a liar?”

“no..not..” your teeth chatter, embarrassed that you can’t even give him a proper reply. incoherence taking over your sense, the only thought filling your head to get fucked.

Heeseung’s smirk grows at that, rolling two fingers down, he circles your entrance, smearing the release between his digits. “I can fuck you deeper than your useless little fingers, that’s what you want, right? want me to make you cum, fucked full of my cock. bet you thought about it, watching me jerk off.. wishing it was you.”

“I—I…n-no..” you try to say, breaking off as Heeseung licks his palm clean. twisting the bottom of his t-shirt off, he throws it aside. the tip of his cock rages against his stomach trapped in his waistband, red and swollen. “oh fuck.”

“what was that now?” he sneers, wiggling a finger for you to sit up. “come here.”

obediently you lift without hesitation, coughing to mask your embarrassment. Heeseung fakes a pout, capturing your cheeks with one hand. the pads of his fingers sink into the hollows, forcing your mouth to jut out as he continues to jeer. “what would my sister say if she found out you were in here? drooling, covered in snot and tears, pussy making a fucking mess on my bed.”

“please, d-don’t tell her..” you pant as he brushes against your lips, sucking your wheezed breath away. 

“you gonna be a good girl and listen to me now?” he nods your head for you, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. neediness and lust paints your mouth, swallowed and sucked around. a rushed heated kiss loosening your head to hang limblessly from your neck, passing thirsty moans between the swipes of his lips.

“please,” you pant, swallowing dryly. “please, wanna be so good for you. wanna be the best for you.”

“I know, my cute good girl..” he coo’s, slapping your hip until you flip around onto your knees. Heeseung whips a hand across your ass, hard, stinging in the aftermath. “yeah, just like that. show me how pretty that pussy looks from the back.”

despite your fingers wrinkling his bedding, and your waist trembling from another slap to your bottom, you nod. arching forward pushing your ass out further, curving your hips wider to space out an area between your legs for him.

Heeseung audibly swallows behind you, the click and clack of his belt and zipper chills up your spine. face dropping lower to catch a glimpse of his naked flexed thighs. his fist pumping up and down, spreading excess amounts of pre-cum to coat his length.

shifting closer, he drags his dick through your glistening folds. cursing and grunting behind you about how it feels so good, feels so right. “so fucking wet, dripping down to your knees.”

choking out a cough, you duck, burying the side of your face in his bed to hide your shame. he’s right, lewd drops of wetness stream down your inner thighs. disgustingly aroused, your hole pulses, kissing at his tip eagerly with each pass. 

“what was that again? you can’t, right?” he laughs, going stir crazy from each ripple your ass gives upon making contact with his hips. 

“please, I’m g-good…good gi—“ you whimper again, cut off by Heeseung’s hips ramming forward. burying inside of you for the first time, deep and stretched full. better than any stretch you’ve experienced. 

he fucks vigorously, clapping against the backs of your thighs and ass. jerking your knees to move forward until you’re gripping for dear life onto the edge of his bed, muffling drawn out screams by biting at his blanket. “fuckfuck!”

Heeseung only fucks you deeper, gaining power as you lose yours, burying his dick into you over and over. he can’t tell what’s better, watching your ass bounce sinking up and down on his wet length, or your adorable whimpers, stammering his name out like a broken record.

“so good, best pussy I’ve ever had.” he grits out while moaning, leaning over your back to grab a fistful of your hair and tug your dipped in back against his chest. he bites at your jaw, focusing on your eyes rolling around as he fucks you. “this what you wanted, huh?”

Heeseung shakes your head, pulling roughly on your scalp with a merciless grip. “needed, always w-wanted you.”

“fuck!” letting go of your hair, he circles your waist. thighs burning as he fucks into you with more force, throttling up hard enough to bruise your ass. “been wanting this, wanted to fuck you for so long. always staring at me like such an innocent slut, making me picture you while I cum all over my fist, is that right?”

you give him no more than breathless pants, eyebrows furrowed together as he hits deeper and deeper inside of you. the repetitive motion reaching past your sanity, split open on his length over and over again. he’s too deep, throbbing fiercely, pushing your walls to the limit. his balls smack against you obscenely, exuding lewd sounds between your bodies; disgusting and brain numbing.

“wanna feel you squeeze around me, milk my cock dry.” he puffs hotly, nibbling on your earlobe. fingers spider their way to your clit adding more anticipation and curling arousal licking through your gut. he taps on your bundle of nerves, pressing down in a torturous mean way. 

“Hee!” you jolt, ass clapping back against his hips and stomach much too noisily. gurgling moans between your wailed cries, he grunts, slapping his free hand over your mouth.

“shh, you want everyone to hear?” more determined to make you cum, Heeseung rolls your clit between two fingers. working his hips with renewed vigor to thrust into you harder and faster. each slide of his cock fills your insides, shaping your cunt to fit his size and ruin you for anyone else. “so fucking cute taking my cock, crying and still begging for more like a good girl should.”

even with your mouth covered, his bed creaks and squeaks loudly. muffled ‘yesyesyesyesyes!’ spew out all over his palm, tapping your clit just right following each tightened clamp around his size. Heeseung grunts, licking up your cheek and hissing as you squeeze around him screaming under his hand.

“so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with hard powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth against your forehead. hips stilling and twitching behind you. his eyelashes flutter, letting out a guttural whimper by your hairline. “there you fucking go, giving me all of that pussy.”

Heeseung has to sigh, months of wet dreams and watching his cum spill down the shower drain could never compare to this. not as he lets you drop forward, limp on his bed, fingers twitching where they land. 

slowly he draws out, groaning and rubbing his face with a rough touch. stuck on how your juices continue to pour free, coating his length with release he gave you. realease sticking his balls to his inner thighs, filthy, and so fucking cute.

he tugs at himself, once, twice, spurting out warm white ropes on your lower back. noisy even with his lips pursed together as he smears it with the tip of his cock, pushing down for cum to dry between your ass.

kissing up your back, he bites at your shoulder, pressing his stomach on the mess only to make you squirm, disgusted.

sprawled under his weight, you blink slowly, coming back to life and reaching for a pair of discarded blue boxers half hanging off the side. clutching them in your fist to take back with you after getting cleaned up. 

choosing dare turned out to be the best decision.

“don’t stress too much about it.” your friend whispers low enough for the group behind you to not pick up on. leading you up the stairs, she fathoms up an excuse that you may get lost and end up in her parents bedroom instead of her older brother’s. “Heeseung went out a while ago with Jay, he shouldn’t be back until later.”

“I know where his room is..” 

“you looked worried,” she stops at the top of the stairs with you, clutching onto your forearm. “don’t let them get to you, I really don’t care that you have a crush on my brother.”

“I d-don’t” you start to splutter, grateful that the hallway light is turned off, masking the heat rising up your cheeks with shadows. 

“seriously, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” she pats your shoulder, directing a thumb back down the stairs. “try not to get lost!”

“I don’t even like Heeseung like that..” you mumble to yourself, calmly striding toward his bedroom door. “what did she even mean…used to what?!”

the door before you draws a cringeful expression across your features, adorned with a thin metal plaque that says ‘BEWARE OF DOG’ in bright orange letters against a black background. “god, whose yard did he steal this from?”

“what a dork..” it’s mostly to keep yourself level headed, unable to fight the tremble ripping down to the tips of your fingers as you graze the bedroom’s door handle. “he’s not home.”

taking a deep breath, you nod to reassure yourself, you really have nothing to worry about. 

unless you get caught, of course.

Heeseung’s room is— as you should have expected, a disaster. unmade bed, crooked posters strewn all over four walls, some half peeled off. chains and jeans pile up on the floor surrounded by clunky skater sneakers and two boards.

his musk wafts through the air, tickling a pathway up your nostrils; stirring memories, memories you tried to forget.

memories of Heeseung coming home dripping in sweat, chugging down water with a heated gaze shadowed by the fan his eyelashes create where he stood. sip after sip without breaking a trance-like stare, slicing through your soul to expose secrets you try to keep to yourself.

secrets you aren’t even willing to share with your closest friends— Heeseung’s sister sat across from you giggling over her current boy of the week; too caught up in flirtatious banter to notice your discomfort. sweat itched at your nape, resorting to your anxious habit of picking at your nails to contain your nerves. 

Heeseung noticed though, thoroughly enjoying how your leg began to bounce the longer he took to finish off the glass of water forming condensation in his grip. foggy moisture seeped down his wrist, trickles streamed down his throat. all of it grabbing your attention as you pretended to stretch and flitter a glance around the room.

even as he tapped off the glass and dried off his pout with the back of his hand, he continued to burn holes into your side. adding more taunt where he stood, displaying an act of contemplation by tapping his chin thoughtfully. 

“hmmm” he murmured, shifting from foot to foot to aid his next decision. snapping his thumb and index finger, the light bulb turned on in his mind igniting flames throughout his iris; glinting bright and lively even as his eyelids lowered, fitting you with a lazy look.

“ah, there it is.” Heeseung said- to himself, despite your less than discrete stare. he smirked, toying with you by never breaking eye contact as he moved closer in slow motion. beads of sweat lined his forehead, pouring down faster with each step he took.

“excuse me.” he said flatly, averting his attention to the area just behind you. bending forward, the top of his shirt grazed your nose, instantly smacked with the scent of lingering body wash. hints of woodsy undertones masked by a fresh aroma of dark berries; tickling up high enough to reach your brain. 

Heeseung huffed, dipping in closer until your lips pressed to his shoulder, involuntarily puckering against the damp white cotton t-shirt clinging to his warm skin; leaving residue of your natural tone pink lip gloss to stain the heavily bleached material.

“thought I had lost this.” he grinned, passing a cartoon keychain between his fingers. 

“uh..” biting down on the sides of your tongue, you sank deeper into your seat. stuck on a dollop of sweat bubbled at the tip of Heeseung’s nose, hanging precariously, begging to be licked away.

he blinked, slowly returning to your gaze, tilting to the side just enough for the bead of sweat to drop; drop and land upon your upper lip, hot enough to expel steam and cause your mouth to tremble.

“I’ll be going to my room now.” with that, Heeseung spun on his foot, strutting out of the kitchen, out of your line of sight.

that memory painted the depths of your mind, screaming and cursing to yourself as you drove home.

“what did he even mean! going to his room?!? was I supposed to follow him?!?” 

and now, standing in Heeseung’s bedroom, dragging your fingers across his unkempt bedding, you ask yourself again-

“what did he mean!” you sigh, plopping onto his bed. engulfed by pillows coated in his scent. a scent that’s lodged itself deep within your sense, so much so that you recognize the moment Heeseung steps foot into the room now.

“who cares anyway.” you grunt, ignoring the ‘I care’ your subconscious responds with.

blue boxers, that’s what you’re here for. not to reminisce a failed crush that would never lead to more than mysterious glances and one sided lust.

the problem is, Heeseung has lines upon lines of drawers. most you find filled with mangas and porn, buried beneath old textbooks and skateboard magazines. growing more frustrated with yourself as you keep pausing to look through each item and lose track of time.

“don’t worry about it, feel better dude.”

Heeseung’s rich voice reaches your ears, followed by heavy footsteps ascending down the hallway. 

“fuck! shit fuckfuck!!” you curse, scanning the bedroom with quick lightning speed. the best option 5 feet away-- to hide inside of Heeseung’s closet.

holding your breath, you gingerly step inside, careful to shut the door just enough to not make a sound as Heeseung’s bedroom door closes behind him noisily.

he trudges in listlessly, turning his head side to side with a bored look. stopping abruptly as something near the closet catches his eye, a white t-shirt..

seemingly pleased, Heeseung picks up the garment between two fingers, striding over to his bed. he sighs, smirking and turning the shirt in his hold, stopping to admire a part of it. 

the part still carrying your lip stain from months ago. never once washed after that day, Heeseung found it cute at first. cute until he remembered the way your thighs clenched together, the shortness of your breath, and each nervous look you snuck toward him.

“cute..” he says to himself, pushing back to settle against the wall. Heeseung’s lips protrude in thought, setting the shirt next to himself to unzip his jeans.

shit. shit shit shit. 

you should look away, you shouldn’t continue to watch him shimmying out of his boxers through a small crack with your forehead perched on the doorframe. 

blue boxers rest on the middle of his thighs, shoving up his shirt enough for his throbbing length to breathe freely. you have to bite down on your lip, grab at the wall, whatever you can find surrounding you to stay stable. 

Heeseung licks a trail of spit up his palm, hissing and wrapping a fist around the base of his length as his other hand lowers, smoothing and rubbing the tip of his cock. pre-cum smears, mixing in with saliva, pushed lower to circle and tug around himself.

the worst and best part are really his reactions to each motion. a tight furrow between his eyebrows, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and speckles of pink rising from his throat to the apple of his cheeks.

his throat, on full display, huffing out short breathy moans as he builds a speed around himself. his hips lift every now and then, rolling up to fuck into his palm with more urgency. tossing his head side to side when he squeezes at the base torturously.

he’s toying with himself, serving just enough pleasure to make it feel good and fill his balls. enough to fool himself once again with the idea of getting off, only to halt and grunt, work himself to a painful orgasm the longer he resists. 

heat tickles throughout his belly, lowering to ride down to the tip of his shaft. glistening with a thin sheen of spit and pre-cum aiding to each glide under his pumping fist. 

he’s drawing up, hips rutting side to side in search of something to bury himself in. eyeing the shirt next to him, he squeaks, breathlessly moaning your name. rutting up faster with his knees bent, shoving his socked cover toes deeper into the bed.

“fuck..” you near cry, buckling at your knees; weakened and exhausted from only watching, itching through your palms like a dog in heat to be the one stroking his length. 

“fuck, I’m such a creep for this..” rubbing your thighs together like matches, you stumble back, gasping and knocking into a row of hung clothes. metal clatters, and the airy sound of wads of clothing smacking onto the floor circle around you. all of that coming to a stop as the closet door rips open.

“what the fuck?!”

Heeseung’s shadow looms over you, tucked back into his blue boxers, secured under his jeans. frazzled and infuriated where he stands with his eyes nearly bulged out. 

“I— oh crap..” you stutter, holding your hands up defenselessly. “I can explain!”

“you’ve been in here this entire time?!?” he exclaims, pupils blown. pushing away and shaking his head as he rips at tufts of hair. “WERE YOU WATCHING ME?”

“Heeseung! no no! really, listen!!” you crawl, stumbling on weak ankles to scamper after him. “it was just a dare!”

“a dare to hide in my closet?!” he’s pissed, hissing shouts between gritted teeth. 

“no! I..I—I..” 

crossing his arms, he stands intimidating above you appearing disgusted by your stuttering, fixing you with a piercing glare. “what did you see, huh?”

“n-nothing..” you lie, you never were good at lying though..

he scoffs, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth. nodding and rolling his neck around. “you have to show me whatever you saw.”

“huh?” 

“don’t play dumb.” Heeseung scolds you with a condescending tone. “you hid in my closet and watched me jerk off. you know what that makes you?”

“I didn’t! I didn’t watch!” you scramble to deny, clutching into his thighs to pull yourself up. he sets his hand on your shoulder, shifting to leverage his weight there.

“you did, just like a no good creep.” reading shame written across your face, he leers, dipping his thumb into your clavicle until you squirm. “unless you want me to let my sister know what a filthy little pervert her friend is, you better do as I say.”

“Hee, please..don’t be like this!” you plead, grimacing from his fingers sinking into your shoulder. “what do you want me to do!”

“what? you’re the only one who gets to have a free show?” Heeseung smirks, aiming his chin to direct you toward his bed. “show me exactly what you saw. don’t make me repeat myself again.”

his menacing low tone makes your spine shrivel, silently nodding as you clamber onto his bed. eyeing the t-shirt still laid on his pillow, Heeseung follows your line of sight, mumbling a curse under his breath.

“I knew you were lying.” climbing on with you, he moves closer using his knees. nodding for you to sit against the wall just as he had. “your trembling thighs gave you away anyway.”

“I didn’t…see everything.” you did, but something about building onto your lie added thrill to your current predicament. 

when Heeseung said he’d be going to his room in a suggestive manner, you stayed put. rooted to your seat as your mind whirled with scenarios that could unfold if you followed after him. scenarios you’d continue to create for months, daydreaming of landing yourself in this position. sprawled on his bed, filled with fear, excitement, exploding nerves, heat and desire.

“oh yeah?” he mocks, grinning, smoothing his palms up your bare calves to your knees. “like what you saw? like what you heard?”

he knows you heard him moaning your name, pummeling his fist imagining you convulsing around him. begging and bursting into tears; urging him to slow down, and fuck you harder at the same time.

pushing against your knees, he doesn’t give you much time to respond. pinching up your inner thighs until he can tease at the lining of your pajama shorts. “Hello Kitty pjs..”

biting back a smile, he motions for you to hurry up, tapping his wrist to say you’re wasting his time. “exactly how I did it.”

“oka-okay..” in a quick action, you’re shimmying out of your pjs and panties. the man before you freezing, expecting more of a fight. a shy look and squished together thighs licks arousal through his gut, painfully aching as you duck your chin to hide the embarrassment staining your cheeks.

Heeseung never managed to finish getting off with you interrupting his alone time. he’s hard as a rock, trapped against his abdomen throbbing pitifully. tense and rageful, more frustrated by your much too slow movements.

“is that what I did?” he questions with no confusion, continuing to speak in a stern manner. Heeseung jerks his head, jaw tight to keep up a strong image. “come on, what are you waiting for.”

slowly, you stretch open, hitting him with the visual of your naked wet core. the bedding beneath you turns darker, pooled with wetness trickling down past your rim. 

Heeseung has to swallow, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down to quill his dry throat. he gestures for you to continue on, hypnotized by your fingers inching closer and closer to your mound. 

he’s struck, in awe watching your pussy folds part open. fat clit ready to be abused, riper than fresh fruit, dripping with sweet honey. his fist slams into the bed, nodding with urgency. “touch yourself, do it like I did.”

you listen, biting on your lip with your skin gathering between your brows. frustrated beyond belief to only just now get to touch yourself. ragged breaths leave your lips faster, trembling against your vocal chords with whimpered moans.

“god..” Heeseung’s neck drops, licking away the drool that’s dribbling out past the seam of his lips. heart shattering as he watches you circle your entrance, tapping and prodding two finger tips in just to feel your pulse speed up. “fuck..”

growing confidence and losing yourself to the pleasure, you arch, completely giving him the full view of your cunt. stroking side to side at your clit until a loud embarrassing moan flies free from your lips. Heeseung’s distraught hungry demeanor encourages your fingers to work faster. obscene wet splash-like sounds boom around you. throwing your head back, you hit one of his pillows, greeted by the scent that led you to this moment once again.

“I’m..close..” you announce, bitterly, not wanting this to end. pushed faster to the tip of your climax by the image before you of your biggest desire falling apart, drooling with his jaw hung. cock twitching under his shirt, begging to fuck you with a wanton gaze.

a muffled growl passes through his throat, hunched forward in a trance watching your hole spurt another glob of wetness out. opening and closing deliciously, rolling tremors up his thighs with each contraction shown off. “your little holes begging for me.” 

another twitch of your hips confirms how much you want him. writhing close enough for the scent of your wetness to infiltrate his senses, Heeseung topples over. face hovering right above your cunt like a man starved, finally finding a meal after months of voyage. 

“Heeseung..touch me” you shift, unveiling how much dampness has gathered under your ass. pouring wet like a fountain, squeezing at nothing but air.

“say please,” he smirks, grinding the backs of his teeth together to keep his tough shell intact. just as desperate and if not more needy with impatience to fuck you, fill you to the brim with his cock.

“please please! can’t wait anymore!” you sound even prettier begging, watery with tears threatening the rims of your eyes. reaching grabby hands for him to come closer, to give you what you want.

“pretty pretty pretty please,” licking his lips, he cages in on your face. the tip of his tongue traces across your plump upper lip. 

“pleasepleaseplease! pretty please!”

Heeseung sits back, smacking your hand away from your core. licking between his fingers before taking over your position. he rubs circles just as you had, better even. firmer, rougher and more commanding. forearm flexing, lined with angry veins from his meaty hand to the crook of his elbow. 

“such a dirty girl, always staring at me. even sneaking into my room to watch me.” he teases, sliding up and down between your folds. “is that how badly you want me? no decency to even ask, creep around instead hoping to get caught.”

it’s humiliating how much you wither and grind against his palm. babbling on about how you aren’t a creep, you’re not a dirty girl; earning smack after smack on your pussy with each denial.

“you’re so tight..” Heeseung glides the tips of two fingers inside, much like you had. “wanna feel you struggle to stretch around me. is that what you want?”

the more questions he asks feel more and more like a jeer, poking fun of you to your face in your weakest moment. left with no choice but to admit the truth if you want to get off. “wa-wanna feel you, feel you f-fuck me.”

Heeseung’s mouth goes numb, unable to control the amount of saliva coating his tongue. wanting to maul your cunt and feel your thighs clamp around him, strangle him until he can’t breathe properly.

“gonna fuck you, punish you being a bad girl.” he goes on patronizing you, using the act to set aside how badly he needs to feel you. fighting back from violently licking strips up your pretty cunt until you scream for him.

Heeseung’s parting open your thighs again, pushing at the backs of your knees until you hitch up enough. ass raised off his bed letting out mournful little whimpers, huffing his name out in broken parts.

“seung..” you can’t stop whining, embarrassed by how he admires your hole, lifting your lower half enough for you to watch as well. becoming obsessed with the flutter and push, his face dips in closer; the tip of his nose gliding in a circle around your clit. meticulously moving lower and lower until his lips pucker at your entrance.

“fuck..” Heeseung groans, breathing in your heady scent. kissing and pulling back to watch your hole spasm, empty, calling for him to use over and over again.

he can’t wait anymore, unhinging his jaw as he leans in, licking a fat stripe from your delicate hole to your clit; sucking a way up your glossy seam with a long drag of his tongue. Heeseung swirls around your clit expertly, pleased by your hands burying into his hair. clutching and pulling waves of pleasure down to his cock. he ruts against the bed, firmly gripping onto your hips for control.

slammed back down, he works with your circling hips, grunting with each pass on your stiff clit. using extra force to stop your incessant movements and hips from slipping free, he locks around your bundle of nerves. suckling and paying extra attention to your moans amplified with each pointed stroke of his tongue along the sides.

bucking up, you set a grind against his hot mouth. crying out and ripping bunches of his hair to a painful point, evident by the way Heeseung’s eyes clench shut, swallowing down hissed moans.

“fuck! oh fuck Hee—“ breaking off into a repeated round of pleads, his mouth lowers, pushing past your tightened entrance to curl his tongue deep inside of you. nose shoved against your clit wiggling side to side with his tongue lodged as far as his jaw will allow. “I-I can’t!”

you buckle, slapping your thighs together against his hold only to be pushed up higher to accommodate his mouth. relentlessly he buries his tongue in, stealing an orgasm out of you faster than you can process. mind hazy and sensitive as you attempt to move away from his lips wrapped around your clit.

“n-no more..can’t, no m-ore.” your protest falls on deaf ears, ignoring you as he litters kisses over your mound. Heeseung sits up, slapping the sides of your thighs. the tip of his nose obscenely wet, dripping from the tip with your arousal.

“oh you can’t?” he pouts, large glossy eyes innocent as he blinks slowly. “you can’t?? after hiding in my closet and begging me to fuck you?? you can’t?”

“Heeseung..” you whimper brokenly, too exhausted to mutter anything more.

“aww” he chides, kissing the backs of his teeth. “Heeseunnggggg.”

he laughs arrogantly between lapping his upper lip clean, cupping your center to dig the heel of his palm against your clit and watch you cry harder. 

“Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung,” he repeats, mimicking your strained tone. a playful smirk lifts one corner of his mouth, leisurely toying with your heat. “say you can’t anymore, but your pussy won’t stop rubbing against me. a creep, and a liar?”

“no..not..” your teeth chatter, embarrassed that you can’t even give him a proper reply. incoherence taking over your sense, the only thought filling your head to get fucked.

Heeseung’s smirk grows at that, rolling two fingers down, he circles your entrance, smearing the release between his digits. “I can fuck you deeper than your useless little fingers, that’s what you want, right? want me to make you cum, fucked full of my cock. bet you thought about it, watching me jerk off.. wishing it was you.”

“I—I…n-no..” you try to say, breaking off as Heeseung licks his palm clean. twisting the bottom of his t-shirt off, he throws it aside. the tip of his cock rages against his stomach trapped in his waistband, red and swollen. “oh fuck.”

“what was that now?” he sneers, wiggling a finger for you to sit up. “come here.”

obediently you lift without hesitation, coughing to mask your embarrassment. Heeseung fakes a pout, capturing your cheeks with one hand. the pads of his fingers sink into the hollows, forcing your mouth to jut out as he continues to jeer. “what would my sister say if she found out you were in here? drooling, covered in snot and tears, pussy making a fucking mess on my bed.”

“please, d-don’t tell her..” you pant as he brushes against your lips, sucking your wheezed breath away. 

“you gonna be a good girl and listen to me now?” he nods your head for you, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. neediness and lust paints your mouth, swallowed and sucked around. a rushed heated kiss loosening your head to hang limblessly from your neck, passing thirsty moans between the swipes of his lips.

“please,” you pant, swallowing dryly. “please, wanna be so good for you. wanna be the best for you.”

“I know, my cute good girl..” he coo’s, slapping your hip until you flip around onto your knees. Heeseung whips a hand across your ass, hard, stinging in the aftermath. “yeah, just like that. show me how pretty that pussy looks from the back.”

despite your fingers wrinkling his bedding, and your waist trembling from another slap to your bottom, you nod. arching forward pushing your ass out further, curving your hips wider to space out an area between your legs for him.

Heeseung audibly swallows behind you, the click and clack of his belt and zipper chills up your spine. face dropping lower to catch a glimpse of his naked flexed thighs. his fist pumping up and down, spreading excess amounts of pre-cum to coat his length.

shifting closer, he drags his dick through your glistening folds. cursing and grunting behind you about how it feels so good, feels so right. “so fucking wet, dripping down to your knees.”

choking out a cough, you duck, burying the side of your face in his bed to hide your shame. he’s right, lewd drops of wetness stream down your inner thighs. disgustingly aroused, your hole pulses, kissing at his tip eagerly with each pass. 

“what was that again? you can’t, right?” he laughs, going stir crazy from each ripple your ass gives upon making contact with his hips. 

“please, I’m g-good…good gi—“ you whimper again, cut off by Heeseung’s hips ramming forward. burying inside of you for the first time, deep and stretched full. better than any stretch you’ve experienced. 

he fucks vigorously, clapping against the backs of your thighs and ass. jerking your knees to move forward until you’re gripping for dear life onto the edge of his bed, muffling drawn out screams by biting at his blanket. “fuckfuck!”

Heeseung only fucks you deeper, gaining power as you lose yours, burying his dick into you over and over. he can’t tell what’s better, watching your ass bounce sinking up and down on his wet length, or your adorable whimpers, stammering his name out like a broken record.

“so good, best pussy I’ve ever had.” he grits out while moaning, leaning over your back to grab a fistful of your hair and tug your dipped in back against his chest. he bites at your jaw, focusing on your eyes rolling around as he fucks you. “this what you wanted, huh?”

Heeseung shakes your head, pulling roughly on your scalp with a merciless grip. “needed, always w-wanted you.”

“fuck!” letting go of your hair, he circles your waist. thighs burning as he fucks into you with more force, throttling up hard enough to bruise your ass. “been wanting this, wanted to fuck you for so long. always staring at me like such an innocent slut, making me picture you while I cum all over my fist, is that right?”

you give him no more than breathless pants, eyebrows furrowed together as he hits deeper and deeper inside of you. the repetitive motion reaching past your sanity, split open on his length over and over again. he’s too deep, throbbing fiercely, pushing your walls to the limit. his balls smack against you obscenely, exuding lewd sounds between your bodies; disgusting and brain numbing.

“wanna feel you squeeze around me, milk my cock dry.” he puffs hotly, nibbling on your earlobe. fingers spider their way to your clit adding more anticipation and curling arousal licking through your gut. he taps on your bundle of nerves, pressing down in a torturous mean way. 

“Hee!” you jolt, ass clapping back against his hips and stomach much too noisily. gurgling moans between your wailed cries, he grunts, slapping his free hand over your mouth.

“shh, you want everyone to hear?” more determined to make you cum, Heeseung rolls your clit between two fingers. working his hips with renewed vigor to thrust into you harder and faster. each slide of his cock fills your insides, shaping your cunt to fit his size and ruin you for anyone else. “so fucking cute taking my cock, crying and still begging for more like a good girl should.”

even with your mouth covered, his bed creaks and squeaks loudly. muffled ‘yesyesyesyesyes!’ spew out all over his palm, tapping your clit just right following each tightened clamp around his size. Heeseung grunts, licking up your cheek and hissing as you squeeze around him screaming under his hand.

“so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with hard powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth against your forehead. hips stilling and twitching behind you. his eyelashes flutter, letting out a guttural whimper by your hairline. “there you fucking go, giving me all of that pussy.”

Heeseung has to sigh, months of wet dreams and watching his cum spill down the shower drain could never compare to this. not as he lets you drop forward, limp on his bed, fingers twitching where they land. 

slowly he draws out, groaning and rubbing his face with a rough touch. stuck on how your juices continue to pour free, coating his length with release he gave you. realease sticking his balls to his inner thighs, filthy, and so fucking cute.

he tugs at himself, once, twice, spurting out warm white ropes on your lower back. noisy even with his lips pursed together as he smears it with the tip of his cock, pushing down for cum to dry between your ass.

kissing up your back, he bites at your shoulder, pressing his stomach on the mess only to make you squirm, disgusted.

sprawled under his weight, you blink slowly, coming back to life and reaching for a pair of discarded blue boxers half hanging off the side. clutching them in your fist to take back with you after getting cleaned up. 

choosing dare turned out to be the best decision.

In your name we pray, amen. The voice of the pastor’s son is sweet when he prays. Plump lips curving into a smile when he opens his eyes. Big hands performing the sign of the cross. Mesmerising. Perfect. And his neatly styled hair barely budges when he bows his head before leaving the altar to take his seat next to his mother in the front pew. 

Falling to his knees, Jake Sim follows the order of the service reverently. And you can’t get enough. He bows his head over his hands in prayer, eyes falling shut before saying a silent amen and taking his seat again.

He wears a pretty grin as he smiles for a picture with his family on the church stoop. Genuine happiness slipping from his being in rays, the sun shining for him by the looks of things. Jake kisses his mother on the cheek before heading back inside to chat with his friends by the refreshments table. 

When you see him again, his eyes are already set on you - staring over the rim of a clear plastic cup, apple juice sweet on his tongue. His eyes flick to the door and back to yours, hiding a smirk behind his hand at the way you nod in immediate understanding - excusing herself from your circle and making your way out of the room. 

He’s quick to follow you, wearing a kind smile as he greets you politely in the foyer. Hands at a respectful height on your back when he hugs you briefly, putting on a PG show of sorts for the adults lingering in the hall. 

“Hey, pretty.” Jake whispers in your ear before you part. “Is this dress new?” 

You nod. “I thought you might like it.” 

“Like it?” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes trailing your body. Unsure of whether he’ll be able to say anything appropriate, he opts for a thumbs up to show his approval. Two thumbs up.

The (kind of long) walk to his car, which is conveniently parked down the street, consists of you looking over your shoulder every couple steps and Jake wrapping his arm around you, mumbling: you’re making me nervous, quit it.

He giggles when he pulls you onto his lap, telling you that he really does love your dress and your voice is soft when you tell him not to crease it, crinkling your nose when he bunches the thin, black fabric in his hand. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and a sigh falls from his mouth when you shift in his lap. “Good?” 

“Mm.” 

His hand is heavy on your leg, slipping under the material and trailing upwards. You smile when he pushes past your cotton panties, drawing a sharp breath as his thumb drags between your folds, spreading your arousal to your clit.  “Good?” He echoes you. You roll your eyes. 

But you nod anyway.

“I missed this pretty pussy.” Jake whispers, looking down the space between you, your arousal glistening in the afternoon light. 

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed. “You just had it last night.” You mumble, laughing a little at the way his hips buck up towards you at the mention of your time together - his mind tracking back to the way you looked with your chin wet and your lips swollen from sucking him off. The curve of your ass. Your tits. Your smile. Your lau-It’s possible that he’s in way too deep. Jake leaves kisses on your collarbone for a moment, though he’s not sure how much longer he can do that without leaving a mark. 

Sighing into his skin at the feeling of his finger pushing into your hole, your brows knit together as he curls it up towards your belly button. Your head falls forward when his thumb catches your clit again. The pretty curve of his lips as he watches you makes your heart leap and you can’t help kissing him, your lips moving against his, needy, desperate, moaning into his mouth as his fingers pick up their pace. 

The tight feeling in your stomach leaves you struggling to keep your composure, the kiss becoming messier as your orgasm grows nearer and nearer, egged on by the sound of how wet you are. You pull away to catch your breath and Jake tells you that you look so pretty like this. 

‘Like this’. Two words added for the sole purpose of keeping his feelings to himself, though not entirely inaccurate - with the crease in your brows, your lips held apart. The slight sheen of sweat on your forehead from the heat of the summer. 

Or maybe because you’re as nervous around him as he is around you, which is what he’s hoping fo-Your hand wraps around his wrist, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

His hand stills immediately. “You okay?” 

“Mm, It’s just that,” A pause. You let your teeth worry your bottom lip for a little bit, grip on his wrist not letting up. “I don’t want.. to.. make a mess.” Your voice trails off into (almost) nothing which makes him chuckle lightly.

You bury your face in his neck again, mumbling don’t make fun against his skin.

Hey, he surprises himself with the softness in his voice. “I wouldn’t.” 

After you let go of his wrist Jake takes his fingers out of you, pressing his lips together at the way you let out a breath. His arm wraps around your shoulder, hugging you, though the scent of your sweet pussy drives him crazy. 

Crazy enough to ruin the sweet moment as he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking on it. Hips bucking up instinctively, eyes screwing shut when you grind against him. 

“C’mere.” He kisses your cheek, silently begging you to look at him. To kiss him. His palm is heavy over the spot he’d kissed. “You know I wouldn’t.” 

You nod. You know. 

On the seat next to him your phone vibrates. A text. And another. “I gotta-” Jake cuts you off with a mumbled you don’t, his hands wrapping around your wrists to keep you still.

Jake.

“Hmm?”

The way he rolls his hips against yours is enough to make you lose your train of thought, all plans to protest shut down at the sight of his pretty eyes fluttering shu- Your phone starts ringing, shifting in the seat. As if on cue, a cute grin spreads on your face when you answer, voice sickly sweet when you say, hi, daddy.

Jake’s brows raise at this, cock twitching in his pants. Daddy? He mouths, thrown off by your word choice. You stifle a laugh, slapping him lightly on the chest. And you’re pretty while he watches you - biting on your bottom lip as you hold the phone to your ear. 

The voice through the phone is too faint for him to hear but the message is obvious with the way you nod your head. “Oh, I’ll be right there.”

You say I love you sincerely before cutting the call, looking down at him with a slight pout. “Gotta run, Jakey.” 

He huffs a sigh. “Are you ever gonna get your licence?”

Are you ever gonna get your licence? You mock, screwing your face up at him. He rolls his eyes. “We both know that even if I could drive, my parents would just make me drive all of us.”

You’re not sure why but Jake laughs at this. 

And you laugh because he does.

"I'll see you later." You say, hating the way his pretty lips fall into a frown - though he smiles when you kiss him. "Okay, bye."

Jake hums, holding onto your dress. “Again."

You grab him by the neck, pulling him in and pressing your lips to his. Smiling at the feeling of his tongue running across your teeth before struggling to pull away because he catches your bottom lip between his teeth. Jake. You groan. "I have to go."

"Yeah, okay, just one more." He mumbles against your lips.

So you kiss him again, pulling away and grinning down at him when he asks for another kiss.

"Do you wanna come over on Thursday?" You ask, kissing down his neck and letting out a breathy laugh as his hand grabs at your ass again. “My parents won’t be home.”

Jake’s prayers are answered and Thursday comes quickly. He runs a nervous hand through his hair that - after your begging - he’d dyed back to its natural colour, and you open the door in a camisole (that does nothing to hide the way your nipples nudge against it) and some shorts. The smile on your face is wide when you see him, and the two of you manage to sit through 3 whole minutes of the movie playing on your laptop before touching each other. 

Wordlessly, he lets a finger play with the hem of your thin shorts, looking up at you before continuing. You nod. He draws patterns on your bare thigh for a little bit before you mumble a don’t tease me, and he can’t help the laugh that comes from his nose. 

Jake nips at your skin lightly and you spread your legs - he has to turn away from you to hide the smile he wears at how receptive you are. Biting his lip so hard he almost draws blood when he realises you’re not wearing any panties, wetness warm on his skin as soon as he touches you. 

Using his fingers to hold your folds apart, he slides his middle finger over the length of your slit, spreading your arousal all over your pussy before playing with your clit and rubbing it in tiny circles just the way you like. Seemingly out of habit, you lean into him, letting your forehead rest in the crook of his ne-Like that, you mumble into the fabric of his shirt as he puts a little more pressure on it. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, awestruck. 

You whimper in response (and you love hate the cockiness in his voice). “It’s the dark hair,” you joke, letting your hand find his neck to play with the hair at his nape.

Jake’s finger falters between your legs and his voice is quiet when he asks, is that so?

Lifting your head from his neck you can’t help but giggle at the look on his face, brows pulled together, eyes scanning your face to read your expression. You gasp at the feeling of his thick finger pushing into you. “Obviously not.” You shake your head. “I just..” You cut yourself off with a moan, hiding your face in his shirt again to prevent yourself from finishing that sentence.

And you thank God that he doesn’t annoy you about it.

He nudges another finger into you, his cock aching in his pants when you mewl, tugging at his hair at the feeling of his fingers working at your cunt. The stretch always surprises you, his fingers so much thicker than your own, longer. 

Always leaves you bucking your hips to chase his thrusts, leaves you moaning into his chest. Leaves Jake in awe at your sensitivity as he thumbs at your clit. His free hand rubbing your back, and those plush lips telling you how pretty you are as he works you closer and closer to your climax.

A pathetic whimper slips from your mouth at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “Why?” Your voice is a whisper as you catch your breath, lifting your head to look at hi-and your eyes widen at the sight of his fingers resting between his pretty lips, mumbling an apology before pushing your thighs apart.

Falling to his knees, Jake Sim takes a reverent lick at your dripping slit. And you can’t get enough. He bows his head between your legs in awe, eyes falling shut before saying a silent prayer of thanks. Thankful for life. For this moment. For you. 

He pulls your clit between his soft lips, sucking gently. Sweetly. And the way he groans against your body only makes you shiver.

Some combination of how close you’d already been and how good Jake is between your legs brings back the heat in your stomach. Forces your back to arch up toward the ceiling. Your fingers to tangle in his hair. Your toes to curl and you-Jake!

You squirm against his face when you cum, writhing on the sheets, against his tongue which doesn’t let up. “You always taste so good.” He mumbles, pulling away for a second to take a look at the mess you’d made. “So pretty.” 

Jake hovers over you and you like the way you taste on his tongue when he kisses you, his dark hair tickling your forehead as his lips move against yours with a lust you’ve never seen from him - only parting for the split second it takes you to lift his shirt over his head, looping your arms around his neck (your nails dragging random patterns lightly on his back), just as desperate to stay close as he seems to be. 

His teeth bump against yours and the way he giggles afterwards makes your stomach flip, butterflies running rampant. Though it’s difficult to think about how cute he is when you feel his finger toying with your pussy again, the sudden feeling of his index and middle pushing into you forcing a moan from your mouth into his. You start to say the word more though you’re cut off by a gasp when his thumb presses on your clit. 

It doesn’t take long before his arm gets tired from holding himself up and he breaks away from your lips for just long enough to ask is this alright? As he lowers his torso onto yours, trying not to put all his weight down on you, and for you to reply with a clipped yes. 

The increased proximity lets you feel how hard he is against your bare skin, thick, heavy through the fabric of his underwear, your heart rate picking up as you realise this might be the closest it’s ever been to your hole - separated only by the cotton briefs he still has on. And a few centimetres.

As if reading your mind, he asks. “It doesn’t count if it doesn’t go in, right?” His voice a soft mumble against your lips. 

Jake, you whisper. 

His finger stills against your clit, as he leans away from you, his face resting above yours. Eyes flicking across your face, his own features smoothing out - the picture of innocence right in front of you. “You wanna stop?” 

You shake your head, nails still lightly grazing his back. “Wanna feel you.” 

Jake’s cock twitches at the desperation in your voice. “Baby,” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hand coming up from between your legs to rest on your shoulder. The pad of his thumb dragging over your collarbone. “You know we can’t.” 

The words come out automatically, the way they always do. Laced with a conviction that recedes more and more with each repetition. And he’s sure it’s only a matter of time before he’ll say them but give you what you want anyway. What you both want. Crave.

But for now he kisses you. Lets his hand slip back down between your bodies. Lets it wrap around his cock. Strokes it. Once. Twice. Three times before bringing his tip to your cunt. A gasp slipping from his mouth at the feeling of your wetness against him. Your nails pushing crescents into his skin at the sudden warmth, the way his head feels against your clit, rubbing, circling. He chuckles a little at this, though the warning is clear in his careful, cutie, as he reminds you not to leave marks on his back. 

Again.

There’s a neediness in your whines and he knows that if you tell him once more how much you want him he’ll cave, so as per Jake’s suggestion you switch your position - I saw it in a video, he tells you in a raspy voice. 

“You feel-” He sits up on his elbows, brows knitting together at the sight before him. “-So good.” 

Your hips rock-“Oh, my God.”-over his cock, shaft hot between your folds, the way you did against his mouth earlier - eager, desperate. 

He stares intently, overwhelmed. Lets his eyes rake over every part of you that he can see, even looking around the room he’s been in many times, committing everything he sees, feels, everything about this moment to memory, knowing he’ll be jerking off to the thought of this forever. 

There’s no ignoring the way his stomach tenses up, his head turning to the side and eyes falling shut in hopes of lasting even just a tiny bit longer - though with his eyes closed it feels as though everything increases tenfold.

Jake’s grip on your thighs tightens, skin white over his knuckles as he holds you down, the friction almost too much to bear and it leaves you whimpering at the way his tip bumps against your swollen clit, shivers racking through your body at the contact. 

You’ve never felt him like this before, never saw him like this before - so pretty, fucked out underneath you. Because of you. The sight makes your chest swell with pride, urging you to rock back and forth with even more desperation, losing your rhythm slightly as you chase your high. 

His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat as his cock throbs, his tip pretty, glossy and red while it grazes at your clit. The way he shifts between your thighs leaving you to wonder what it’ll be like to finally have him in you. Thick cock splitting you apart, scraping your walls, reaching everywhere his fingers can’t. You wonder what he’ll sound like, how it’ll feel when he twitches inside you. When he cums inside you. This thought pattern only makes your movements sloppier and pulls the knot in your stomach tighter.

The audible stroking of your pussy on hi-With a breathy moan, Jake makes a mess of himself, and you, as he cums hot all over you. “Fuck.” He sighs, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, cursing under his breath at the way you look - coated in white, coated in him. 

His hips stutter underneath you, hitting your clit again, over and over and o-Oh, you cry out, hot tears stinging at the corners of your eyes and his name tumbling from your lips repeatedly as you finish again. 

The way your cum mixes with his, pooling between your bodies, messy, slippery, connecting the two of you in strings makes him dizzy, and you feel so sensitive that it almost hurts when his cock twitches against you. 

Jake is more than eager to lick you clean afterwards, moaning against your skin as he tastes you and him together for the first time. And if it weren’t for how sleepy you seemed, he would have made you cum on his tongue again. Instead, he spoons you when you ask him, though to your disappointment he rejects your offer to nap with you. 

“Next time.” He mumbles against the back of your head. “I’ll come over early and we can nap all day, huh, princess?”

“Only nap?”

“If that’s what you want,” His chuckle is soft as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “But I really can’t stay.” He reminds you, trying to get up from behind you.

“Just a couple minutes.” You yawn, moving your hips under the covers, more than pleased with the way you can feel him getting hard again.

Too comfortable - and honestly too tired - to protest, he nods his head. Rolls his hips lazily against your ass. Just a couple minutes, he repeats through a yawn, letting his eyes close and tightening his grip around your waist. 

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it has been the same thing with Sunghoon for weeks now since summer began; worse when Jay would come over to join him, listening to one of them let out grunts of exertion was bad enough. they would stay planted in the garage for hours on end late into the night, dripping in sweat, cursing and growling like a pack of hungry wolves.

this game of mockery escalated to a full show, emphasizing every move in an almost comical way. even turning a workout session into a ridiculous photoshoot covered in oil as they flexed and posed, capturing their fit bodies from every angle. making no effort whatsoever to hide each knowing look toward your window.

“stupid meatheads.” you’d mutter, setting down one of the many spicy romance novels you’d decided to read this summer. desperate for your own thrilling summer romance, you would roll your chair closer to the window, chin perched on the ledge just enough for the full vision of your neighbor curling weights.

“god he’s getting so..” with pursed lips to contain a whimper, you scrunch your nose, pushing away from the window. 

Sunghoon and Jay weren’t strangers to you, they’d often race around the neighborhood on bikes with you when you were kids. even when you’d yell at them to leave you alone, they would laugh and make fun of you for still using training wheels.

Jay was always a problem, stealing a popsicle away from you before it even met your lips. he’d burst into a laugh and run, holding the melting sugar above his head daring you to chase after him.

“why don’t you try to get it back?” he said, smirking. “is it because I make you nervous?”

even as a preteen he was too cocky for his own good, sucking down your favorite ice cream before patting your head and running off.

Sunghoon was no better, pouncing out from behind his jeep with a water gun when you’d be off to spend a day at the beach to cool off from the heat.

“you jerk!” too shocked to even realize your white cover up had gone sheer from the attack, you wiped at your face. missing the way he bit his lip taking in your exposed form while pumping the gun full of more water.

“the super soaker strikes again.” he whispered, aiming for your crotch next. “aww, now you’re all wet!”

Sunghoon’s making fun of you again, a shit eating grin bunching his cheeks up. forgetting about the water gun in his grip momentarily to take in your figure, store the visual for later when he’s in the shower. he’d shoot you a devious wink, spraying you down again insisting he could help you out with this scolding heat better than the beach could.

“a fucking nun your neighbor is.” that’s what Jay said not long ago watching you get into your car mid-July wearing a hoodie and jeans. “she’s crazy, it’s at least 95 degrees out here. what is she hiding under there?”

“a lot.” Sunghoon nods, following your car, watching it pull out and zip down the street. 

Jay whistles, punching his friend's bulged bicep. “you fuck her already? without me??”

scoffing, Sunghoon rubs his chin, vividly recalling how your breasts bounced in the bikini top hidden under the white throw you had on. having the same conversation with Jay as days passed, knowing only time will tell before you finally crack.

“not yet dude, but I caught her staring at me again yesterday,” he smirks. “she wants it.”

“yeah yeah, I want it too.” Jay adds, rolling his shoulders back into a flex. “been wanting it for years. I’m tired of waiting.”

“me too.” Sunghoon nods, unlocking his phone to open up your feed. annoyed that you haven’t uploaded any pictures of yourself at the beach yet. “yeah, me too.”

“what’s she even doing? Heeseung stole her only friend away, why can’t she be more like that?” Jay says, careful to not double tap while lurking through his friends phone. “she has no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about her.”

“unfortunately I do since you never shut up about it.” Sunghoon pockets his phone, humming to himself. “I might have a plan.”

“does this plan include me?” Jay asks, fixing his friend with a glare. 

“of course.” Sunghoon clasps him on the shoulder, smiling. “you know I only play to win.”

Jay lets out a boisterous fake laugh, shrugging him off. “you live right next to her, if she wanted you— it would have happened by now. we both know she looks for me.”

“we’ll see about that.”

Sunghoon knows you’re watching him again. he knows you always watch him, masking most of your face with whatever book you’ve had your nose buried in since the first time he noticed you inconspicuously observing him from your window.

today would be the day, he’d wait until you come out, make the move to catch you off guard. 

with summer coming to a near end soon, he knew there wouldn’t be many more opportunities to shoot his shot before you’re back off to university. it’s now or never, that’s what he repeats when you step outside wandering in front of your house in search of something.

not just something, but a package an Amazon driver just happened to leave by the bushes in front of his house.

“oh, it’s definitely now or never.” Sunghoon wants to laugh, tucking the box addressed to you under an arm, he whistles to catch your attention.

“hey! are you looking for this?”

he’s standing across the street, waving a toned up arm around, nodding to the package in his hold. 

of course, because what good is your annoying neighbor for other than to annoy you.

“they must have gotten the wrong address!” he calls out, waving for you to come get it. setting your hands on your hips, you trudge over, slumped and irritated. irritated by how delectable he still looks after sweating for the past hour in his garage.

“what are you up to today?” Sunghoon asks, tossing the package back and forth between his hands like a football.

“could you not do that?” instead of letting you grab the box, he holds it high above his head as you reach out. 

“you know, maybe you could workout with me.” he starts to suggest, squinting the sun away that's beaming down on the both of you. “you never put up a fight, I could help you get stronger.”

“Hoon come on, stop messing around!” you start to whine, wobbling on the tips of your toes to only barely graze the box. inching closer until your chests collide together, hard built muscle rubs against your breasts, letting out a small whine from the back of your throat from how firm he feels against you.

“I always like when you call me that,” he’s flirting, again, returning to toss the box around. “what’s in here anyway?”

“books.” you inform, losing your footing as Sunghoon pulls the box out of your reach again.

“one of those girly dirty pervert books you read while watching me and Jay workout?” he sneers, wrapping his free arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his chest. 

“what?!” 

“listen,” he winks, blowing loose strands of hair away from your face. “if you want a nasty summer threeway, you could just ask instead of reading about it and pretending it’s your neighbors.”

“you’re an idiot! give me my stuff!” 

Sunghoon clicks his tongue, tossing the box inside of his garage carelessly knowing there’d be no risk in damaging anything inside. “am I wrong?”

one of his thighs dips between yours before you can answer, forcing a gasp out of you by setting you down roughly. pulling you closer by your waist, the tip of his tongue peaks out just to tease you, licking his lower lip until it shines like a fresh coat of lip gloss.

“you’re so wet already, dripping right through your shorts for me baby.” 

Sunghoon’s not wrong unfortunately, it didn’t help that you’d been reading a steamy scene before the notification for your delivery popped up. planning to race back to your room to get off before Jay would show up, not that their noisy growls and grunts helped you reach a climax faster in any way..

“you know we wouldn’t say no baby, been trying to get inside your twisted up panties for years.” bending closer by his neck, Sunghoon whispers just by your parted lips. “I want you to ask for it, tell me you want it.”

“Hoon, you’re always so mean to me..” you whimper, rocked up and down his thigh right there where any of your neighbors can see. as if the housewives around hadn’t already glared at you ready to set off bullets whenever their husbands stared for too long.

“is that what you like?” he nips your bottom lip, moving lower to cup your ass and grind your core up and down his thigh faster. “cause I can be really fucking mean baby, I’ll make you cry and beg for me to stop.”

“oh fuck— stop, not here.” you try to plead, uncomfortably rolling your hips down to relieve some of the heat lighting up between your thighs. instinctively you make the mistake of grabbing onto Sunghoon’s bare arms, the muscles flex and jump under your palms. rushing more heat down from your gut to your core. 

“you like how those feel baby?” he’s cocky again, fully confident that you’ve been drooling over his growing muscles all summer. bouncing his leg faster until you're ducking to hide a whine between his pecs. “can lift up to 70kg easily now.”

“fuck Hoon.” embarrassed by how incoherent you already feel, you dig into his biceps to regain some composure. “not out here, pleaseee.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, responding with a grunt. he steps back pulling you toward the set of workout equipment inside the garage.

“I still need to hear it, who are you thinking about when you go to bed sweating even with the air on full blast?” Sunghoon sets your back against the wall, lips tracing the end of his sentence on your chin. reaching between your thighs, he cups your mound, hissing through his teeth from the warmth.

“tell me you want it, and I’ll give it to you better than anyone ever has. better than anyone even can.” 

he’s inside your shorts, rubbing your ruined underwear deeper into the seam gushing out wetness. long fingers work to stuff your panties in cruelly, forcing your folds to spill out around the worn down soaked cotton.

“so wet and nasty, all for me?” Sunghoon knows you’ll crack, panting like a mess out of breath with buckled knees already. he knows you’ll beg for it and come crawling back for more.

“i-it’s—for you,” you tremble, teeth chattering. bucking down against his fingers stretching your underwear to the limit with most of it bunched up at your entrance.

“that’s right, I know it is. this pussy’s mine.” he sneers, taking a hold of your neck with his other hand. licking from your chin to your lips, he demands access with a powerful push from his tongue, capturing the gasped breath you let out with a heated kiss. “make you my good little whore, teach you how to beg on your knees for me.”

the tightness around your throat locks your air flow, more light headed and foggy brained as you agree. nodding and whining for him to show you.

“you want to be a good girl for me?”

“please,” you choke out, swallowing down the saliva gathered at the sides of your tongue. “anything, I’ll do anythin—“

squeezing your neck tighter, Sunghoon steals your next breath, devouring your mouth with command. too worked up from months of cat and mouse and restless nights jerking off to the memory of you dripping wet running away from the water he strategically shot at your chest and ass. 

in the midst of losing yourself in Sunghoon’s pouty lips, you miss the sound of an engine turning off. followed by a car door slamming shut and heavy footsteps.

“ah, you asshole,” Jay drops his gym bag upon entering the garage. “I knew you would start without me.”

“you’re late.” Sunghoon snaps, ignoring his friend to continue attacking your now swollen mouth with feverish kisses.

“like two minutes!” Jay rolls his eyes, stepping over weights lined up on the floor to shove into Sunghoon’s side. quickly taking in the damage that’s been done, from your bleary eyes to your lopsided flimsy shorts and half exposed core.

“since you were greedy, I will go first.” licking his lips, he pinches your chin with a smirk. “got that pussy nice and wet for me?”

“what?” Sunghoon scoffs, bumping into his friends side. “no way you go first, I’ve been waiting—“

“so have I!” Jay snaps, displaying his impatience by pulling your shorts off to land at your ankles. he fists your underwear, making you squeak in shock and hiss from the burn of the fabric wedged between your folds.

“how much do you want to bet I can get her off faster than you?” Jay mocks his friend, cocking a groomed brow along with the taunting question.

the corner of Sunghoon’s lip lifts up, he always loved to play games. full of himself enough to never doubt that he’d win.

“fine, you go first.” he says confidently. “because I’m not gonna make her cum just once.”

“pft..” Jay wants to continue this back and forth with Sunghoon, but the twitch his dick gives reminds him of the important matter at hand. “whatever.”

months of imagining how the first time he fucked you would go, there were times his friend was there too. afterall neither of them had ever been quiet of their desires for the girl that lived across the street. it was never a matter of who, just when.

“god..” he blinks slowly, tugging your underwear up to a painful point. hard enough to have your toes pointed on the ground to relieve the pressure against your clit. “dripping out past your underwear like a real slut.”

the visual in front of him feels better than porn, instantly shooting his dick to full mass inside of his basketball shorts. taking a hold of your jaw, he admires your abused lips, giant watery eyes gazing at him full of need and desperation. 

“you’re so fucking pretty.” Jay says it quietly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. lost in the heat radiating from your skin down to the small space separating your hips. “always wanted to see you like this, all exposed and pliant for me.”

“Jay..” the tremble your lip gives lights a shiver down his spine. nerves rushing straight to his balls growing heavy with the need to fuck you full of cum. 

“yeah, it’s Jay, baby.” he repeats arrogantly. prodding his tongue along the ridge of your lips and Cupid’s bow. “I’ll have you calling me daddy soon enough like a good slut should.”

his teasing might be worse than Sunghoon’s, shifting the fabric wrapped in his palm with tugs left and right. he takes control of your mouth with a ferocious kiss, feral like a starved animal sucking on your tongue, pushing drool to spill down your chin. circling one of your wrists, he shoves your hand beneath the thin muscle tee hanging low on his torso.

“feel that?” he mumbles between a kiss, dragging your fingers against the divots of etched abdomen muscle lining his stomach. “that’s for you baby. want you to cum all over me. have your cunt spilling how badly you want me all over my skin.”

Sunghoon sits down on one of the benches, waiting, watching and waiting. transfixed by the way you succumb more and more with each second gone by. crumpling further down the wall practically on your knees like a sad puppy whining for a treat. having to bite his tongue to hold himself back from calling out for you to wag your tail like a good girl.

“please please,” your whimpered begging pinches the same nerve for both of them. rolling their eyes up and cracking their necks simultaneously, Jay pulls your underwear away, cursing from how sticky the cotton is. strings of slick cling to your cunt like a jar of honey when you try to open it. hot, wet, desperate for a thick cock to stuff you to the brim.

“please what? hmm?” he asks, pressing the heel of his palm to your cunt. “how do you want it?”

“hard.” you wail, cursing and throwing your head back against the wall. “fuck me hard, please please, I need it.” 

Jay’s more than pleased by your response, pulling back to quickly discard his clothes. he nearly jumps out of his shorts, grasping a hold of your top, he pulls the material in a harsh manner until your waist dips in arching off the wall. 

“you think you can handle it?” Jay grins, grabbing your wrist again. he wraps your palm around his length, fully erect and throbbing in your hold. “know your pretty pussy hasn’t gotten fucked at all this summer. think about what you’re asking for here, baby.”

he’s right. while everyone else has been hitting up parties and hooking up with their sneaky links, you’ve been home most days. lusting over the two guys putting on a show outside your window. daydreaming of all the different ways they could ravage and destroy you. somehow ending up inside Sunghoon’s garage used back to back hadn’t crossed your mind, something too good for your imagination to even fathom.

you give his length an experimental stroke, slowly feeling over the veins pulsing along the side. taking your time to inch up to the bulbous tip to collect the precum trickling out. Jay’s thick enough to leave you sore and aching when you wake up tomorrow. hot, heavy, and meaty in your palm.

“I can take anything you give me.”

the chuckle he lets out says everything; that you’ll eat your words. smashing your lips together, he starts off by biting your bottom lip until the skin gives and breaks beneath his teeth. pulling in the sides of your underwear until the elastic cuts into your buttcheeks painfully. the sound of thread and seams ripping follows, tearing them right off your body before throwing the material off to the side. his first display of aggressive strength that gets your stomach warm with more heat traveling down to your center. 

“of course you can, sluts love to get fucked.” Jay snarls, nudging the end of your nose with a kiss. he spins you around fast, shoved against the garage wall. a draft of air passes by reminding you how very open the door still is, hidden only by his car parked in front of where the two of you stand.

the tip of his cock glides between your folds, pushing each one side to side to give you a sense of just how thick he is. holding you in place with a hand on your hip, he pushes in, inch by inch making you suffer and endure how much thicker he gets along the way. 

“do you even know how wet you are?” he sounds pained, muttering against your nape. staring down between your lower halves in awe as you drench his length the more he shoves in, groaning noisily against your damp neck when he meets obstruction. “wet, and fucking tight. you like that baby? feel good?”

“yes yes!” you nod to fast, tapping your forehead on the wall. circling your hips back to feel his size stretch you full. earning a string of curses and moans, nips at the top of your spine.

“good girl, good little slut for me.” impressed by your actions, he pulls out halfway only to plummet forward and fill you to the brim with each unforgiving slam of his hips. working you into a breathless mess with each growing hit of sharp hips bones against your ass.

Jay grips your jaw, forcing you to look at Sunghoon sitting there with his fist choking the base of his length to stave off his growing arousal. biting the fleshy part of your earlobe, he hisses for you to keep your eyes open.

“let him see how good I fuck you.” he says, pistoning harder against your ass. each clap of skin of skin louder than the next making it harder to keep your eyes open. Jay’s arm snakes around your neck, bicep flexed and holding your jaw up. his teeth snap, thrusting into you at a fierce pace. “keep those pretty eyes open. show him how good this dick feels with those tears.”

upon his words, you feel a hot stream of tears pour down your cheeks. inflamed by the budding heat rising from your chest, they streak down to your lips, hitting your tongue warm and salty. filthy just like every nasty whisper passing from Jay’s lips reminding you that you’re a dirty slut, his dirty slut.

“let him hear you, let him know.” he says it too quietly for Sunghoon to pick up on. adding a slap to your hip and a mean roll of his hips, hitting deep inside where you need him most.

“I love it! l-love your cock!” you shout, gritting your teeth. “s-slut, I’m a cock slut!”

“who’s slut, I want you to say it!” he growls, hips clapping into your ass, pushing your chest against the wall, nipples hard and grazing against your top.

“yours! yours yours!” breaking into a loud cry, you scream. clenching around his size hard enough to slow down his next thrust. your thighs shake, gurgling and clawing at the wall as your ankles go weak.

“that’s right.”

Jay’s gnawing at your shoulder, drooling a pathway up to the column of your throat to mark and suck on. his teeth dig deep, roughly tearing at your skin with each penetrating thrusts filling you to the brim. a mark to remind him that he got to have you first, and better.

between grunts and a sound close to a whimper, he cums, emptying his balls buried deep inside your heat. sighing and trying to catch his breath, heavy chest pressed to your back coated in a layer of sweat making your skin stick together.

“took my dick like a pro,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear. licking a stimulating swirl through every dip and ridge. he kisses your cheekbone, pulling your ass apart to watch himself.

the feeling of emptiness hits you hard, locking your knees together and scrabbling at the wall to keep yourself balanced. 

Jay’s too mesmerized by the sight of his cum flowing from your hole, coating your inner thighs. the dip of his fingers seeped into your fleshy bottom, the pliant way you arch to show him more despite your pitiful whimpers.

“you had your fun.” Sunghoon’s deep voice rumbles, shoving his friend away to collect you. he turns you around to face him, smiling away a laugh when your wet eyes and tear stained cheeks meet him in a daze. worse than cock drunk, you were lost in some type of dick heaven by now.

“come here baby,” Sunghoon sounds muffled to your cotton filled ears; still reeling from your orgasm. he’s already stripped down to nothing, dragging you to straddle his lap where he sits on one of the weight lifting benches. adjusting your thighs around his hips until your dripping core presses to his stomach, staining his six pack with a mixture of yours and Jay’s cum.

“so messy.”

Sunghoon strokes his length just once, fearing he’ll burst if he waits any longer. without warning he slides back enough to line up to your entrance, shoving in too fast pushing an obscene sound of gushing wetness out. cum smooths his glide, trickling down to the base of his cock, warm arousal spills down past his sack.

“disgusting.” he grins, biting at your jaw. “taking all of my cock like a good little slut, always ready to get fucked.”

Sunghoon’s strong, stronger than you can even fathom. strong enough to lift you up and down his cock effortlessly. 

“wanna hear you, too dick drunk already baby?” he growls, thrusting you down fast with extra speed. the stretch is just as painful and sweet as Jay, more ruthless, ramming his size into your repeatedly full of rage.

the answer you give with your tongue lolled out like a thirsty pet only drives him to fuck you mercilessly. 

Sunghoon releases your hips to throw his arms around your neck, locking you in a tight chokehold. you pant like a dog in heat, biting on his shoulder, struck on his biceps bulging the more he squeezes around you until you’re coughing and gasping for air.

“fucking you like you deserve.” he’s sweating, grunting, thighs burning fiercly with each squatted push of his lower half. bucking up into you with vigor until your ass claps and bounces against his thighs.

every night stood under ice cold water in the shower with his arms too sore to even lift to shampoo his hair felt worth it now. watching your ass fall down against him in the mirror on the wall across, your head dipping back with eyes lost in your sockets. 

“Hoon!” it’s more of a garbled scream that you let out. too lost in the high to even register cumming again. all you can do is whine and cry out while Sunghoon fucks you through it, clamped around his length as he pounds up into you faster. 

“oh fuck!” he growls, pulling your bodies to completely press together. resting back on the bench, he sets his feet on the end to work his cock into you at a maddening pace. 

it’s too much, too good. throttled down on his length so fast that you bite your tongue accidentally, drooling out coppery tasting saliva against his throat. 

Jay moves to stand at your sides tugging a wad of your hair into a balled up fist. he lifts your hazy gaze up, bending your neck back in a painful way. “fucked so stupid, haven’t even said thank you. where are your fucking manners?”

“thank you!!” you cry out, fucked like a doll. a debauched mess covered in drool and cum, going cross eyed as Sunghoon hits that spot inside you over and over again. “thankyouthankyou, oh my god.”

Jay seems pleased and amused by your reply, throwing your head down to crash against one of Sunghoons biceps. you bite down on the firm rock hard meat, drooling, digging your teeth in. laving the muscle animalistically, crazed by the powerful strength rocking you up and down with each hoists of his hips.

“fuckfuckfuck!” choking on a cough, you bite his arm again. burying your teeth in, breaking into a round of tremors as another orgasm spills out of you. this one coating the inside of Sunghoon’s thighs in a slicked up mess.

“ugh! shit!” with curled toes Sunghoon thrusts up one more time, stilling as he shoots strings of hot cum deep inside of you. 

the entirety of his abdomen caves in, seeing nothing but spotted dots disappear before him. he lays flat, nearly losing balance on the bench. slowly feeling the sting from your bites on his arms that he’d enjoy for the next days to come while lifting weights in the mirror.

Sunghoon slaps your ass when you start to shift around, biting on your shoulder for you to stay put. he licks up to your jaw, nibbling a path up to your earlobe. making you whimper and squirm with another succession of slaps to your already sore bottom.

“great workout, but you can give me better than that.”

when your friend texts you the following day that she would be available to hang out, you have to contain the urge to scream about yesterday. knowing she will see the incriminating marks left behind on your neck from two pairs of lips.

‘what did you end up doing yesterday?’ 

professor Choi struts back and forth before watchful eyes admiring the way he seems to float with each step. soothing his throat with a sip of water, he comes to a stop facing the rows of seats leading up in an incline. students gaze upon him, some half-asleep hunched over their desks praying for class to end quickly. others stressed, pencils gripped tight between two fingers ready to jot down details about their end of the semester project.

“relationships.” professor Choi leans back on the ledge of his desk. smirking at the amount of heads raising higher with confusion. 

“oftentimes, we correlate relationships to that with another person. relationships are more about a connection to something, whether it be an object, a pet, a memory. it is the state of being connected. involved in a way.”

gesturing toward the students seated near the front, he stands up asking for different examples.

“exactly. even now what we have with each other is a relationship. from teacher to student, you learn, I educate. we provide something for each other, don’t we?”

professor Choi scribbles a few examples of relationships on the erase board. underlining the topic for major emphasis. 

“you are probably wondering what the hell I am going on about by now.” he says, stepping up to the podium. “for your final project I want you to deep dive relationships. connections. I need you to reach inside, evoke human emotions, make me feel invigorated. I want to laugh, cry, lose sleep over how damn good your documentation is.”

clasping his hands together, he smiles, radiating enough enthusiasm to have everyone grow excited. “if you can move me enough to feel something I’ve never felt before, I’ll even curve half of your final grade based on the outcome of your film.”

rounds of gasps and chatter fill the room upon the news. professor Choi smacks the podium to gain back attention for more instruction. “you have the next two months, I trust you to find your groups. no more than 5 per team please. take this seriously, I expect the most from my top students.”

sure enough Jake wastes no time to gather up 4 seats around a desk. crammed together with 3 of his best friends without a doubt in mind that they will figure out how to impress professor Choi more than anyone else can. they weren't the ‘top students’ of the class for slacking.

Heeseung sets down a notebook filled with crisp clean writing. fast to jot down and memorize everything the professor says. “what do you guys have in mind? any ideas, should we start brainstorming?”

“relationships.” Jay reads the notes out loud to the table, mimicking the dramatic way professor Choi had commenced today’s lecture. loud and clear enough to be heard by his group of friends. “I guess it could be a less interesting topic to cover.”

“do relationships even exist anymore?” Sunghoon asks. ever the cynical one after many failed attempts at anything beyond fuck buddies and one night stands.

“of course they do.” Jake joins in, waving the end of his pencil toward the two. “unless you attend Euphoria high and your names are Nate Jacobs or Cassie Howard.”

leaning back to straighten out, he pretends to choke himself around his neck. ‘I love that I’m your secret.’ he coughs, gagging as if he can’t breathe. ‘and I can’t tell a soul.’

“ugh yeah, choke me daddy.” Jay jeers in a high pitched tone. jutting out his hip to smack hard enough for a sound of skin on skin to emit followed by chuckles and scoffs.

“that’s not a relationship.” Sunghoon says, rolling his eyes. “I mean it is, a toxic one. I would know. I didn’t vow to never date another ‘Cassie’ again because of the fond memories.”

“a lot of relationships we see on tv and media are toxic these days. look at Kim and Kanye, actually don’t, if I have to hear about their high school drama again I might scream.” Heeseung adds in thoughtfully. mouth tweaked to the side as he thinks it over. “that’s the problem, all we ever see anymore is toxic relationships. dating culture is dead.”

“that’s not true Heeseung!“ Jake pats his friend’s chest. “how can you say that when you have the perfect relationship? your girlfriends a damn angel.”

“that’s true bro, you have like..maybe the most healthy example of a relationship I’ve ever seen.” Sunghoon nods, head slanting to the side at the first sign of jealousy panging the back of his mind. “must be nice.”

Jay snaps his fingers, focusing everyone’s attention back on him. “that’s it! you guys are right!”

turning to a blank page, Jay begins to write as he continues to speak. “we’ll make a documentary about healthy relationships in 2022. a culture of souls who’ve lost hope to find their true love. we’re all too busy worrying about the future, if we can even buy a house. Heeseung’s done it though. he’s proof love can still prevail if two people really try to make it work.”

“we’re going to make a film about my relationship?” Heeseung asks, confused. “I don’t know about that. I have to talk to her about this first..”

“I think that actually sounds like a brilliant idea.” Jake encourages Jay’s thoughts. tapping his chin as he ponders it over. “it’s not like either of you have easy lives. you struggle to make rent, study day and night, even had an awkward first meeting..” he coughs, smiling timidly. “but you really do adore each other. it’s sickening in the softest, sweetest, most beautiful way honestly.”

Sunghoon nods, rolling his bottom lip between two fingers. “a budding healthy relationship in this day and age, it’s a rare sight. the divorce rates are high, hook-up culture is thriving. how do you do it Hee?”

Heeseung holds back a sigh, glancing at the pairs of eyes watching him expectantly.

his friends are right, he really could not ask for a better relationship. it was almost too perfect how well the two of you got along. even cuddling in a small twin size bed felt like aligning a missing puzzle piece; finally completing the set.

nothing can really be perfect though, can it? 

what is a perfect relationship anyway? 

is it coming home to the shoebox sized studio apartment you share with your partner; finding them at the stove waving and smiling cheerfully after a busy day of stressful classes? somehow still happy to announce that they’re boiling two packets of your favorite ramen?

is it huddling up together on the floor with your backs pressed to the couch sharing that said pot of boiling noodles as you rewatch Spirited Away together for the 1000th time? 

or is it taking a shower together before bed, using the excuse that your water bill was high last month and you could cut the cost by rinsing off at the same time?

perhaps it’s a combination of everything, from the way you laugh and make a mess of toothpaste dribbling down your chin before hopping in the shower for a quick rinse; recounting a silly joke your instructor bombed during political science this morning.

laughter and conversation melts into the fog filling up your tiny shared bathroom, and as you stand together held against Heeseung’s chest with warm water streaming down your back, you know that at the end of the day this feels perfect.

it’s not the standard idea of ideal, but you’ve never been happier.

“Choi assigned our final assignment for the semester finally.”

Heeseung’s voice cracks as he recounts his day, nervously swallowing, nestled up to your side in bed.

“that’s awesome? it’s still a good while before the school year ends.” 

he nods, fiddling with his fingers tediously.

“alright, spit it out. what’s going on?” you question, knowing your boyfriend well enough to understand when he’s hiding something from you.

“I’m working with the guys, obviously.” he starts to explain. “we have to complete a documentation on relationships.”

“sounds like an interesting topic to me?” you shrug.

Heeseung nods, gnawing on his lip. “they want to make it about our relationship.”

“our relationship??” you can’t control the snort that passes through your nose, arching one of your eyebrows as you turn to look at your boyfriend. “what about our relationship?”

“the guys say we have a perfect relationship..” Heeseung blushes, warding away his nervousness with a stifled laugh. “I mean..”

“of course we do,” you tease, burying your chin in his chest. “right, daddy?”

“ahhh..” the pink shade layering his cheeks spreads further, growing more rudy. “none of that in front of the camera alright?”

“oooh the camera.” you continue to taunt, poking and pinching at his flat abdomen. “what kind of movie are we making daddy??”

Heeseung’s eyes roll up comically at your flirtatious tone, taking a hold of your head to massage your scalp. “I’m serious, don’t talk about that with the guys around. that’s just between us.”

“you know, my friends' boyfriends love to brag about this type of stuff.”

“you know how I am.” Heeseung kisses your forehead, cuddling deeper into your body with his arms locked around your waist. 

of course you know how your boyfriend is.

it’s still a surprise he tolerated your antics from the beginning; while you have always been more of an explorer, Heeseung still had a lot to learn.

a lot, beyond vanilla sex that hardly ever satisfied your hunger and thirst for more. vanilla sex that unfortunately made you resort to creating fake scenarios in your head of your boyfriend snapping one day. a dream to get bent over and plowed through even as he held you close and repeated the list of things he loves about you.

you knew from the first time you made out in the backseat of his car and reached for his hand— setting it on your neck suggestively only for the softest touch to stroke along the column of your throat while peppering your lips with breathless whimpering kisses that he wasn’t anything like the guys you’d been with before.

you pushed it more, dropping into a deep heated mental space of trust after sleeping together; deep enough to let the nickname slip from your lips.

your boyfriend's reaction was stiff, mouth agape with widened eyes. evidently too shocked by your moment of weakness, enough to have you panicking and giggling. turning the playful name into a joke overtime, because how silly is it to call your significant other ‘daddy’. the excuse seemed to calm his initial surprise, nodding and smiling before returning to thrust inside of you slowly. even now he turns crimson red every time you say it.

Heeseung was special to you though, he always put you first. friends, schoolwork, any stresses that could ruin his day; he made sure to always prioritize the importance of your relationship. 

it was an easy choice to move in with him, the most impressive part of your connection is how easily you came to trust him. 

trust and adoration that made it harder and harder to express the one problem you can’t stop dwelling on; your sex life.

at times there were glimpses of hope, Heeseung has a naturally nurturing and caring demeanor afterall. 

the amount of love and attachment to him outweighed your need to get railed out of your mind.

at least you’ve managed to convince yourself of that, love prevails all, right?

“I think we should start off filming the two of you just like doing your usual daily stuff.” Sunghoon stands in your small kitchen, setting up lights on the counter space. “I mean, you guys sicken us enough on a average day; viewers love that type of stuff.”

“hey!” you whine, stomping your foot for dramatic effect. 

he shrugs sporting a smirk, proceeding to record the two of you; mouthing to ‘keep it casual’ as you work on preparing ingredients for dinner later.

on film you do depict a perfect couple, well suited for each other even just standing side by side. Jake mentions the two of you look great on camera, like the pairings you see in corny romance movies.

awkward moments when you meet eyes with the camera turn into hysterical laughter and joking around, it’s not too bad.

you sit and interview together explaining how long you’ve been in a relationship now. what prompted the two of you to move in together, pretty mundane questions about your lives together.

Heeseung was worried for no reason, at least you thought.

“we’ll do the one-on-one interview portion now.” Jay says, directing his attention to you. “if there is anything you aren’t comfortable with answering, just let us know?”

apprehensively you glance to your boyfriend, clutching his fingers in your grip. he nods, reassuring you with his other hand gliding up and down your spine in a comforting manner. “no pressure, okay?”

“I know..”

Heeseung gives you a kiss, sharing that he will be out on the rooftop deck until you’re done answering their questions for today.

“nothing to be nervous about, it’s just us.” Jake smiles, motioning for you to sit where they have set up a backdrop in your living room.

“it’s just to get a perspective of your relationship from one side.” Sunghoon informs. “I’m really hoping for one of those masterful moments where the protagonist has the same thought as their counterpart without knowing beforehand.”

he finishes, adding a wink while playing with the microphone stand perched over your head. 

“you good?” Jay sits nearby, just far enough from you to not enter the camera frame. he smiles softly, patting your bouncing knee.

“yeah yeah, it’s fine.” you gulp. “I am a little anxious.”

“of course, totally a normal reaction.” he advises you to take deep breaths before starting. giving you a few minutes, the guys all join your breathing exercise assisting you to calm down and quill your sparking nerves with affirmations that you have no reason to stress over this.

worry dissipates as you get into the groove of things, simple with stating your name, age, and how long you have been in a relationship. it’s easy-going really, just like having a conversation with friends gathering your memories to discuss over a long night.

“when did you know Heeseung was someone you’d want to commit to for this long?” Jay asks, letting you know to take your time answering. they have two months to complete their documentary anyway.

“probably after our second month of dating honestly.” you smile fondly, crowding deeper into yourself feeling shy suddenly. “when we were all playing basketball and my shoelace came untied..”

“oh god.” Sunghoon snorts, shaking his head knowing the exact story you are about to share.

“Hee was supposed to hit a 3 pointer, but saw I almost tripped on my loose shoelace and dropped the ball to tie my shoe for me.” you’re smiling bashfully now, clearly rehearing the coo’s your friends let out as your boyfriend dropped down to one knee without having to be asked.

Sunghoon mocks a gag pretending to shove his finger down his throat. “I was so mad at him. I lost $20 on that game.”

“yeah, you all started to boo him. I guess that’s when I knew.”

Jake laughs under his breath behind the camera remembering that part as well, how they threatened to bring tomatoes the next time in case Heeseung decides to pull something like that again.

“okay, next question— do you remember what it was about Heeseung that caught your attention the first time you met?” Jay asks, continuing to read through a compiled list of notes they have worked on since planning for their assignment. 

Jake shifts in his seat, adjusting the camera in his hold. the question arising discomfort for him, still able to vividly recall the first time you all met.

Sunghoon had been rushing for a frat for over two months at the time, finally in his last week of hazing he caught a break. other than having to supply alcohol along with his other rushies without an ID to do so, they were able to plan a great party.

a great party you had happened to attend after your friends pestered you the day before; reminding you that it’s been months since you’ve gotten dicked down.

the perfect opportunity to find a hook-up for the night stumbled right into you while trying to catch a pingpong; successfully spilling the cup of lukewarm beer in his hand as his chest collided with yours.

‘I got it! I got it!’

all that Jake Sim would get that night would be a dry cleaning bill for ruining the white bodycon dress your friends convinced you to wear. something about how frat boys wouldn’t be able to resist your curved out hips and ass in a stretchy material that could hardly cover your bottom.

“oh fuck.” Jake stutters, foregoing the red solo cup in hand to grab onto your shoulders before cracking your back on the table behind you.

his accent catches you off guard at first, and then his large eyes full of fright, the way the corners of his lips point up even while frowning. all of that subsiding as your chests crash together, unintentionally pulling your bodies as physically close as possible to prevent further damage.

“fuck, I’m so sorry!”

cute. you think, pulling a grimace when the scent of beer hits your nostrils. beer that’s soaked through the material of your dress, now clinging to your skin.

“my dress!” you exclaim, balancing yourself by pushing his weight away.

Jake gapes, opening and shutting his mouth horrified, and mildly turned on as he takes in your soaked figure.

“Jake!” another guy calls out from behind, charging over with a wad of paper towels in hand. “oh my god, you really messed her up.”

Jake hadn’t managed to knock you off your feet, physically, but looking up and locking eyes with his friend nearly had you tripping while standing in place.

while Jake had surprised you by practically beheading you on your way to the kitchen for a refreshment, the large eyes scanning over your face filled with worry had you ready to pitifully collapse to your knees.

“I’m so sorry about this..” he speaks up, breaking your lost haze. “it’s my fault.”

“no no, Heeseung it’s my fault.” Jake says, patting his friend's arm. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m such an idiot, and I’m kind of drunk.”

“I threw the ball too hard.” Heeseung lets him know with a frown. 

as adorable as their apologetic banter was, you let out a sound of annoyance, flailing your arms. “my dress!”

“right!” the taller boy jumps up straight to attention, flailing similarly to you in response. “here!”

he gulps, lingering over the trickles of beer pouring down your thighs. patting down his chest, he reaches to unbutton his long sleeve plaid top. “sorry, sorry..”

shaking off the shirt, he hands it over to you without question. “don’t worry about returning it, I’ll be fine.”

“I need a bathroom..” you sigh, disgusted by the sticky bitter smell of IPA stuck to your legs and chest. 

the three of you glance around fast, spotting a long line wrapping up the stairs for the restroom.

“whatever” you mutter, removing the straps from your dress first before rolling the rest of the material off. grateful you opted for a cute matching bra and pantie set today in hopes of getting laid.

“oh, I—“ the two guys before you splutter, averting their gaze around while shifting to create a wall to hide your exposed skin. 

“didn’t think she was going to do that.” Jake whispers to his friend under his breath. pretending to look around while stealing glimpses at your breasts half pushed out of your bra.

“shirt!” you call out, reaching toward the taller boy. leveraging yourself with a hold on his shoulder as you hop free from your ruined dress. 

“this is probably a bad time,” he turns back to face you, waving the shirt before you while looking away. “I’m Heeseung, by the way.”

Heeseung.

he smiles, holding open his shirt for you to get into. it’s long thankfully, longer than the dress you had on in the first place. buttoning up starting from the bottom, you take him in; studying the nervous gulp passing through his throat. 

he’s cute, handsome, and makes your heartbeat grow to a rapid speed when he licks his lips.

“Heeseung..” you repeat slowly, enjoying the way his name naturally slips off your tongue.

“oh yeah, and I’m Jake.” his friend interrupts with a sharp smile. 

that’s the first time you met Heeseung, and Jake. 

“we all know how you guys met.” Sunghoon intervenes in your storytelling. “but..”

“yeah, like why Heeseung?” Jay finishes his thought. “Jake was the one who knocked you off your feet.”

you nod, reminiscing on the rest of the evening. Heeseung continued to apologize while attempting to find the laundry room, only to find a washer filled with ice and alcohol for party goers who wandered up the stairs.

“it’s okay,” you let him know, gripping his arm and coughing to hide your surprise when his bicep flexes. “that stains set in by now.”

Heeseung clearly felt bad, taking the full blame before setting down Jake to regather himself and sober up with a cup full of water. he sighs, shifting foot to foot.

“I can buy you a new dress? I feel really bad.” 

cute. he’s so cute.

“how bad do you feel?” you ask coyly, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed to push your chest up more. strategically leaving the buttons of his top open enough to have your bra on full display.

Heeseung swallows again, fidgeting and stifling an awkward laugh. 

“is there something I can do for you right now?”

that was the moment he grabbed your attention, from stripping the shirt off his own back to following you around for the last two hours groveling because he ruined your night; you knew he was a giver.

“you know when you meet someone and you think— how can this person be real?” you ask your friends, speaking to the camera. “I don’t believe in love at first sight honestly, but the first time I met Heeseung.. I considered changing my mind.”

“that night, we lost the two of you.” Jake nods, focusing the camera on your face. “I’m assuming you fucked before the first date?”

“should we be cussing for this?” Jay asks, earning a round of ‘ohhh right’.

Jake clears his throat, turning to face you bodily from behind the camera. “you hooked up? after the party?”

“actually..” Jake zooms into your lips, capturing the way you chew on one side anxiously, panning up to your irises that shake. “we didn’t.”

Sunghoon lets out a huff, surprised much like his two friends. “weren’t you only there with a goal to get di—uh….to meet a guy for the night?”

“I was.” you confirm, rubbing your sweaty palms against your thighs. “we ended up walking to a park a few blocks away and just….talking. the next day we had our first date, at a little coffee shop.”

“and then you hooked up?” Jay questions, scribbling a few notes down.

“no..” you swallow, each of your changing mannerisms caught on film as Jake shoots the way your fingers have started to twitch, the rise and fall of your chest, and splotches rising up your throat. “he walked me home, and gave me a kiss..”

“Heeseung’s a gentleman.” Sunghoon nods with a knowing smile. 

“he is.” you say. “in fact, he didn’t kiss me on the lips until our fifth date.”

“WHAT?” Jake topples forward, ruining the footage by doing so; sitting back up to apologize and collect himself.

“where did he kiss you?” Jay wonders.

you flush, tapping the tip of your nose, then each of your cheekbones, chin and forehead. “honestly, he’s the first guy that’s never tried to get in my pants after 5 minutes of conversation.”

Sunghoon ruins the moment with a sound of disgust. “man, you two are down bad. sick.”

“stop me if this is too.. invasive, but..” Jay taps his notes. “you’ve been dating over a year now, so when did you two have sex?

“six months.” you share, folding your hands to stop the fidgeting. “I asked him to.”

the three of them splutter, sharing shocked looks with gaped open mouths. 

“d-do-do you.. not like sex?” Sunghoon asks timidly, unsure how much you’re willing to share.

“I love sex.” you say confidently, meeting eyes with Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and then the camera lense. “can we stop recording?”

Jake turns off the camera without hesitation, nodding and mumbling a quick ‘of course!’.

“is everything okay?” Jay’s mouth quirks to the side with concern, setting down his notes to speak more casually.

“yeah, I just..” blinking up with watery eyes has the three of them folding in closer to comfort you, worried in an instance that they’ve made you uncomfortable. “it’s okay, it’s okay guys, seriously.”

“hey, you can tell us anything, alright?” Jay moves closer, slinging his arm around your shoulder, gently petting up to your neck.

“yeah, fuck the assignment right now. did we push it too far with the questions?” Jake gets down into a squat to peer up at you from below, just like a puppy sensing your turmoil and rubbing its cheek on your knee.

“no no!” you’re fast to reassure them. after all they accepted you into their group without question when Heeseung started to bring you around. confirming every word of praise he spoke of you once the rest of them got to know you better. 

more than Heeseung’s girlfriend, you are also their friend.

“it’s nothing you guys said, I shouldn’t have agreed to filming this.”  

Sunghoon hums and shrugs. “we can always change our subject to something else. I don’t want to upset you more.”

“we don’t have to talk about sex either.” Jay consoles, stroking your hair away from your face. “the stuff just about what the two of you like about each other is great.”

“I just..” you falter, trailing off. meeting Jake’s curious concern, blanketing you with a sense of calm. “I love Heeseung, like.. everyday I think about how I’m going to end up marrying him; I have no doubt.”

they snort and laugh at that, nodding for you to continue.

“but there is.. something.”

it’s not easy for you to share and talk about this, opting to smile and stay silent whenever your friends make jokes that Heeseung must rail you through your shared bed nightly.

‘I saw her limping into class the other day’ one of your friends taunts, pointing an accusing finger at you. ‘knowing you, he’s probably overjoyed that you’re such a greedy cock slut.’

you only wished their jokes held some truth.

“the thing is, my boyfriend, he is really a true gentleman.” you clarify, casually admitting how much you love Heeseung. “trust me— there is not a single doubt in my mind that I am going to marry that guy. even if I have to be the one to get down on one knee and propose to him myself.”

“I think I know what it is.” Jake interferes, holding up his palms. “I know how Hee is, he’s not..”

he staggers a bit, motioning to Sunghoon at his side. “you’re super dominant you know, uh maybe even aggressive at times. Jay’s more wild, messy..”

“what the fuck dude?” his friend blurts, scoffing because he hates that it’s true.

“I mean, me too! I’m, you know— figuring myself out.”

“Heeseung’s uh,” Sunghoon joins in, catching Jake’s drift. “he’s always been more caring and nice. I get what you’re saying.”

“yeah, am I right?” Jake returns to you, smiling when you nod. “you’re too scared to ask him to be.. rougher?”

Jay cleans off the tears rolling down to your chin with the end of his sleeve, going ‘ahh that makes sense’ when you nod again.

“I’m going to text Hee to come back.” Jake picks up his phone. “this is a groundbreaking moment, and he’s my best friend. I can assure you that he’ll be more understanding than you might think. is that okay with you?”

Jay helps by soothing your spine with soft strokes, giving you a thumbs up to encourage you. “okay, you can text him.”

you know Jake’s right. your boyfriend has never shamed you or made you feel inferior; as if you have any reason to feel embarrassed, but it’s still hard for you to tell him the truth.

it’s harder when Heeseung comes back and throws his arms around you upon meeting your watery eyes. scolding his friends for disobeying his rules as you attest that they have done nothing wrong, but you have been hiding something from him.

between more tears and sobs breaking your speech, you manage to mutter something about how you don’t want to make him feel bad but you desire for an adventurous sex life; along with helpful assistance from the three men sat around to full explain your dilemma, Heeseung begins to understand the meaning behind your fear and cries.

“it’s my fault.” he sighs, drawing you closer to his chest while littering kisses down to the tip of your nose. “I should have paid better attention.”

“no no!” you protest, gripping at his waist for semblance. “I love you so much, you’ve done nothing wrong! you are incapable of doing anything wrong baby!”

“ah you guys are really sick.” Sunghoon breaks the heightened emotional grief finally, after watching the two of you attack each other with words of appreciation and pure love. “it’s so painfully cute. sex is important and all, but you will both figure it out from here.”

Heeseung meets his friend's pleased expressions, worrying his bottom lip between two fingers with concern. “what if I don’t know how to?”

“what do you mean?” Jake asks, checking on the camera set down on your makeshift living room table that’s been recording your impromptu therapy session.

“I—“ Heeseung stutters, squishing your torso tighter against his. “I don’t know how..”

“ahh..” Sunghoon waves for his friend to not finish his sentence. “got it.”

“this is going to sound really insane.” Jay laughs awkwardly, pinching and tugging at his earlobe. “we could turn the camera off, if you want to try this. just uh, between friends, you know, like old times.”

“try what?”  Heeseung fixes him with an inquisitive look, earning a shaky gulp from his friend.

“we could..” he gestures toward Sunghoon and Jake. “help?”

Sunghoon’s groomed eyebrows sky rocket at that, huffing out a timid laugh as well. “oh you are insane.”

Jake stays silent, gauging for yours and Heeseung’s reactions. 

“it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve..” Jay trails off, sitting up with a stiff smile. “..stop me if I shouldn’t say more guys.”

Jake nods, shrugging to his friends before meeting your confused gaze and continuing where Jay paused. “it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve hooked up with the same girl. before the two of you were an item, it happened a couple of times.”

“babe??” you turn toward your boyfriend, tilting your head to the side for an answer.

Heeseung starts to laugh nervously now as well. “typically it was just Jake and I, or Sunghoon, uh one time Jay.”

“at the same time?!” you blurt out, more surprised than anything.

“don’t forget Hoon’s first night at the frat.” Jake interrupts. “that was all four of us.”

“wow, you guys are whores.” it’s your turn to laugh, trying to picture your boyfriend struggling in the middle of a five-way between his friends; and the amount of times ‘oops sorry’ must have been whispered whenever their dicks accidentally brushed against each other.

“college you know..” Jake excuses their antics with a shrug. “honestly, I mean I’ve told Heeseung about this before too, but that first night we all met, I thought..”

“oh yeah, Jakey here was so disappointed when the two of you disappeared for the night.” Jay adds. “he told us he felt that threesome in his dick.”

“dude!”

“you did!”

“well! I let that go once you started dating!” Jake defends himself. 

silence falls between the group waiting for you and Heeseung to voice your thoughts. a few shared silent looks have you nodding, playing with the shell of your boyfriend’s ear until he smiles and complains that it tickles too much.

“only if you want to.” he whispers to you, tapping the tip of his nose against yours.

“I want to.”

while you have experimented enough during your first two years of university, finding yourself in bed with 4 men is certainly a situation you somehow had never managed to land yourself in before, until now.

two was an average weekend during your single days, but four had your heart racing right out of your chest. thankful for your boyfriend’s presence at the end of the bed watching you and reminding you repeatedly that this can stop whenever you feel too overwhelmed.

you’re cramped between Jay and Sunghoon with Jake sitting on his knees on the outer middle of your less than spacious bed. Heeseung stays toward the end rubbing his palms against his thighs anxiously. 

“this is a lot less awkward when you’re inebriated and feeling lonely at 2 in the morning..” Jay cracks a joke to ease how thick the air has become around the five of you.

scooting closer to your side, he taps your chin first to get you to look at him, gently perching your face in his palm before pressing in closer. “you good?”

“yeah..”

“your lips look really soft,” you can tell Jay’s nervous from the way his mouth trembles as he speaks. just barely grazing your upper lip in a back and forth motion. “they are really really soft..”

Jay’s initial worry melts away, pushing forward until your head hits a pillow. his hips dig into your side, reaching for the one of the straps of your top to trace from your shoulder to your breast. the rapid beat of your chest lifts his hand up and down, pushed under weight applied to grope and knead your covered breast.

“fuck,” Jay curses between another fierce kiss. the harshness in his touch matching the neediness delivered with his lips. he bites, sucks, nibbles and tugs on your meaty bottom lip. getting your mouth abused and swollen within minutes. seconds transform into minutes quickly lost to his rapturous tongue shoving inside of your mouth to taste every corner and crevice. “taste so sweet.”

it’s not much at first, but the whispered compliment has your waist arching up chasing after him to deepen the kiss. your whimpers are swallowed down as another hand strokes over your stomach becoming exposed with Jay’s relentless teasing to your chest. he tweaks and pinches the hardened buds poking through the material of your top, enough to make your thighs squirm and push together frantically. 

Heeseung wants to look away at first, contemplating calling off this ordeal, but the first sound of pleasure you let you makes his spine stand ramrod straight, concern twists his eyebrows together. leaning in closer to find your back rounded off the bed, thighs smashed together passing tremors down to your toes from just kissing.

rough kisses, different from the soft, slow, caress-like ones he exchanges with you daily. Jay’s kisses turn your mouth a darker shade, plump and pouty, deliciously lewd in appearance as you pass another moan.

Jake pats his shoulder to make sure everything’s good, the two sharing a nod as Sunghoon takes the motion as his queue to join and begin feeling up the first exposure of skin he spots. lapping his lips like a hungry animal as his calloused fingers brush along the smooth skin covering the lower half of your unveiled stomach.

he pushes up beneath your top, passing under Jay’s forearm to cup your other breast. a larger, weightier palm grips you with more strength. rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger as the other mauling your mouth slaps and pinches. 

Sunghoon’s excited to remove your clothes and get a good look at your chest, put his mouth to use. he works to push your tank top off more, slapping Jay’s forearm who’s still occupied with ravaging your mouth. 

what Jake said earlier starts to make sense, Jake’s a messy kisser. spit coats your chins banging together as your teeth clash. he’s good, knows how to put the muscles in his jaw to work, controlling the kiss with vacuum-like sucks on your tongue that draws up moans from the back of your throat. 

he’s so good at kissing you feverishly until your head throbs, that you nearly let Sunghoon discard you bra, biting down on Jay’s lips to stop their ministrations. you suck in long winded breaths of air, hot all over under the pairs of hands working to stimulate your nipples.

“maybe,” you glance at the camera turned off and sat on your nightstand, shifting your focus back to Heeseung, back to the camera, back to Heeseung. “you could record.. for reference?”

Jay silently whistles, impressed and continuously shocked by your forwardness. crossing his fingers behind his back to someday meet a girl that will match his experimental sexual energy.

“yeah?” Heeseung leans over to velcro the camera strap to his hand. the recognizable sound of a beep follows, slowly analyzing the curves of your body through the lense. he zooms in to where Sunghoon’s palm lays flat on your stomach, capturing the rapid rise and fall up to your glazed over eyes. 

“you look so pretty.” your boyfriend speaks quietly, low enough for only the camera to pick up; but your gaze never leaves his lips. smiling at him through the camera lense as Sunghoon finally gets your upper half bare. 

“so beautiful.” you know Heeseung is flattering you, never one to go without reminding you of what a good job you’re doing no matter what it may be.

the thrilled sighs of relief around you tickle through your stomach. Jay and Sunghoon return to their positions, each fondling one of your breasts. sharp teeth dig into the roundness, the bigger of the two working to suck up blood harshly between lapping and coating your chest in teeth marks and hickeys. 

dominant and aggressive as Jake said, Jake who stays by Heeseung’s side, watching, admiring, palming the growing bulge in his jeans. laving at saliva that gathers at the corners of his lips as he turns feral watching you take and take.

Sunghoon’s mouth works its way to your ribcage, hungrily sucking on every dry inch of skin his tongue finds. he likes to leave marks, easy to imagine how he’d wrap around your throat until you see dots. until you choke and struggle to breathe, until faded signs of his long fingers appear on your flesh. 

Sunghoon’s creeping toward the entrance of your jeans, cursing under his breath as he struggles to unbutton them and push past. catching Jay’s line of sigh with a glint passing through his iris, the other nodding and moving to help with stripping your legs free of your bottoms.

the seat of your underwear breathes against your entrance, soaked through displaying the full shape of your cunt. groans and curses circle around, the camera following a pathway up your thighs to wear your underwear sit embarrassingly wet.

“fuck fuck” Heeseung grunts to himself, focusing on Sunghoon’s thick fingers pushing your panties between your folds. cursing more when he swears that you visibly pulse through the worn down cotton fabric.

“look at that.” Sunghoon smirks, biting down on the top of your thigh. “such a pretty pussy, I knew you’d have a cute little cunt.”

he delivers a smack between your legs, cupping your core roughly, pushing the heel of his palm against your clothed clit. turning to find Heeseung’s watchful gaze with an arched brow.

“getting her all sloppy wet for you.” Sunghoon taunts him, pressing the pad of his finger along the dip running down the middle of your panties. his teasing works both ways, making your boyfriend’s jeans tighten up on his groin uncomfortably. calling your hips to chase his fingers to touch you where you need.

“like having your pretty pussy played with?” Jay patronizes, squishing your cheeks in until your lips pout out like a beak. he nods your head for you, grinning and licking at the swell of your lips. “slutty little girl letting everyone watch you with your legs spread open.” 

too many hands run over your body at once, amplifying Sunghoon’s digits prodding at your core like a complete pervert, enjoying the way your legs lock up and toes clench against the bedding. delivering another slap he rips at your underwear, tugging them down to your knees.

“Jake,” he snaps, motioning for the other to help hold your thighs apart. Jay leans closer, four sets of eyes burn between your legs, humiliating as your hole grips at nothing, pushing out a glob of fresh wetness desperately.

“holy shit..” Jake gasps, nearly choking on his spit. nodding, he scoots closer. manhandling your panties off before sneaking them into one of his pockets. “you’re so wet..”

the twitch your stomach gives has Sunghoon’s teeth burying into his bottom lip, shaking his head as he spreads your folds apart and motions for Heeseung to get a good shot. “you like that Hee? look at your precious girlfriend, so wet for us. just wants to get fucked so bad.”

“my dicks about to fall off.” Jake mutters, following Jay’s handy work. moving over to replace Sunghoon’s torment on your chest. he greets your heated face with a tender smile, sheepishly kissing down your neck. he’d never admit that he’s had a small attraction to you since the first time you met. praising himself for not fighting his friends away to taste your lips first.

“fuck Heeseung, she’s so tight around my fingers.” Sunghoon looks back and forth from his friend to where the pads of his digits teasingly dip in and out of your hole. pursing together his lips when you clench and tug around him as he seethes inside of you to his first knuckle. “so warm, wet, dripping down to my wrist; just like a good pretty slut should.”

Heeseung can’t deny the way Sunghoon’s words affect him, canting his hips up into nothing, imagining you dripping hot locked around his size. he has to bite back a growl as his friend pushes in deeper, stretching the digits inside of you for your boyfriend to get a good look at your empty hole.

“don’t you wanna fuck her? fill her up real good.” he teases, pressing a kiss to your clit. watching as Heeseung’s demure polite demeanor shatters. rolling his tongue against your bundle of nerves with a smirk dimpling his cheek. Sunghoon thrusts, setting his attention back on your trembling thighs, biting at the sensitive fleshy area in-between. 

“you’re doing so good, letting Hoon feel that tight pussy.” Jay kisses up your burning hot cheeks. nudging against your nose before hoisting your neck up to watch your body ravaged. 

Jake gazes up, lapping and sucking on your breast. Sunghoon works a pattern of marks up your thigh, collecting arousal down his forearm and he begins to jackhammer inside your cunt, and by your feet, Heeseung watches. 

your boyfriend's irises burn black, lustful, carnal, obscene in a light you’ve never seen him in. the camera moves to your face, filming the first roll of your eyes, noisy sounds of pleasure that rip from your chest. loud ragged breaths from the one recording, itching to be the one to make your spine break, to feel you convulse around his fingers like Sunghoon is.

“even your orgasms are pretty, so pretty, just like you.” Jake whispers in your ear, nodding to Sunghoon to move over. he slinks down the bed, pushing your thighs to flatten while looking over his shoulder at the camera.

the mischievous look in his eyes expresses more than words, pushing down onto his stomach as his jaw widens. stretched far to lap from your rim to your clit. 

Jake’s not one to hold back, spreading his tongue to lick stripes between your folds and collect the wetness that's begun to smear on your inner thighs. 

“so good, so god damn good. fuck.” he’s mumbling to himself, vibrating words against your core. rambling about how good you taste on his tongue, smoothly gliding up and down. dipping halfway in and out of your entrance just to make your thighs clamp around his neck.

“guys” he commands quickly, snapping his fingers for Jay and Sunghoon to keep you held open. 

“that’s it, let me eat this pretty pussy the right way.” 

the right way being with his nose digging into your clit. struggling to breathe properly as wet slick pushes inside, careless as he sucks on your labia folds. tracing your hole until you’re shouting and begging to be filled.

“please please!” your cries shoot pangs of heat straight to his groin, racing up his spine to growl and eat you out like you deserve. 

Jake laps at your cunt like a man dying of thirst, drunk and high off the first taste of your arousal trickling down his throat. grabbing onto your waist, he keeps you in place with his friends help. pushing his wide long tongue as far inside of you as his jaw will allow. expertly working inside along your pulsating walls. 

the two above him praising you for taking it so good, letting them use you so well. all of it too much, especially when the tip of Jake’s nose rubs against a set of nerves that has your toes curling until you hear a crack.

your next orgasm hits you with Jake’s tongue wiggling inside, trapped between your gripping walls; almost feels painful surging you to the point of oversensitivity.

“ca-can’t!” you try to get out, throat dry and raspy after the scream Jake got out of you.

Sunghoon grips your chin, pushing the pad of his thumb against the middle of your bottom lip. “of course you can, this is what you wanted. good girls can take it all.”

Jake’s spewing curses, moving out of the way when Heeseung pushes his shoulder to make him stop. scooting away until he’s next to Jay, waiting for the others next move.

“Hee” you whine, eyes fluttering open in search of your boyfriend. still hazy and rolling from your orgasmic bliss, you reach for him releasing a needy plea. 

Heeseung’s ripping off his clothes at the first syllable of his name pouring from your lips. the camera tossed aside recklessly, nearly toppling to the floor if not for Sunghoon’s eyes bulging out and catching the device in time. the last hour made your boyfriend feel like a captured wolf, locked in a cage as meat dangled before his snout to tease him and make him drool rabidly. tormented, tortured to the point of turning feral.

even with his cock rock hard, dangling mid-air between his thighs and the subconscious voice in the back of his mind chanting for him to fuck you, reclaim what’s rightfully his; he takes his time, cupping your face in his palms to find your wanton gaze.

“my pretty baby, my pretty girl.”

Heeseung steals the gasped breath you let out next, kissing harder than Jay had. luscious lips glide between yours, tantalizing tongue rubbing languidly inside of your mouth. slipping down to grip your nape, his thumbs tease at the columns of your throat, pushing against the veins that stick out the more you struggle to breathe. the more you arch and writhe against him, calling him with your body to mark his territory.

“daddy,” you gasp between intense kisses that further abuse your raw lips. 

Heeseung can tell when you’re just messing around from the lilt in your tone. the more saccharine and woozy you sound, the more you mean it. evident that your mind has slipped beyond reality, into a pit of pleasure that’s numbed your brain from working properly as you keen and repeat his name over and over again.

“what does my pretty baby need?” he asks, husky and warm against your swollen lips. spreading your thighs apart with his knees to settle between your hips. the familiar weight of his thick length nudges against your core, making your pulse rise in speed and circle against the insurmountable heat that radiates off of him, settling a space between your folds.

“inside,” you heave, dropping your head against Jake’s knee, letting out a drawn out exhilarated moan. the tip of Heeseung’s length catches on your entrance, pushing between your center to coat himself in your fresh arousal and spit left behind.

“really think you deserve it?” he says cheekily, working his hips against yours in a methodical pace. enough to glide against your clit and make you keen desperately. whining as your breath lodges in the back of your throat.

“please baby, please.” you beg, running your palms down his chest. swiping against hardened nipples, trailing down to his trim waist. “need you, only you.”

Heeseung wishes he could make you cum like this, too close to losing his last bit of sanity himself, he dips forward, licking away two tears that escape down the side of your face. 

“anything for you, anything.” he quietly mumbles in your ear. pushing up on his palms to line up to your entrance. 

the tip of Heeseung’s dick always feels like too much at first, even after Sunghoon and Jake’s work. he’s thick, a fat girth that stretches your walls apart exactly how you love. pushing your eyes back until nothing but white shows.

his first thrust slams into you, expecting him to stay slow and steady, you’re bounced up in shock. neck gathered in his hands to watch as he fucks into you fast, the muscles in his stomach flexing and contracting with each dip of his cock pushing in and out of you.

“this what you want?” he moans, pressing closer to kiss and nip at your forehead. “want it to hurt so good like this?”

“yes yes!”

you almost forget the three nearby, if not for a loud curse Jay lets out. too lost in the way your boyfriend’s dick glistens with your arousal. burying you deeper and deeper into your bed with each brutal hit of his hips landing against yours.

“my pussy” Heeseung pants, pupils blown wide with his brows knitted together from the amount of strength he uses to keep your head held up. intent to make you watch him fuck you thoroughly like no other can. “tell me who it belongs to, baby?”

“you!” you cry out brokenly, babbling idiotically. “yoursyoursyours, all yours.”

his pace turns relentless at your scrunched up face, viciously burying the entirety of his length inside of you with each thrust until you’re begging again.

“d-don’t pull out! please please don’t! f-fuckk Hee!” your cry breaks, milking his length working in against your orgasm. Heeseung buries inside of you with a slap of his hips landing against you rough enough to snap your back into the bed. arch flattened under the next three powerful thrusts he rams into you with. 

“feel so good for me, so fucking good around my cock pretty baby.” he grits, face dropped by yours. an orgasm hitting him at high speed after waiting for so long, unleashing endless warm spurt after spurt.

Heeseung’s throbbing, still hard, buried deep inside of you. cum pushes out past his size spilling down to his inner thighs. he’s hot, heavy, sticky with sweat against you, sharing staggered breaths between your hungry lips.

Sunghoon lowers the camera to record your faces, the lost dizzy looks passing through both of your expressions. “tell him what you want.”

Jay grunts, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes faintly through your fogged up ears. “you want more right? greedy little cock slut needs to get fucked again and again.”

Heeseung nods, tracing his lips on yours in silent question. canting your hips up as an answer, cream trickles down. filthy and nasty like you’ve always wanted, mercilessly fucked and fucked again and again.

everything more intimate and close despite the live audience hanging off your every moan. your boyfriend’s dick buries in and out of you, slick and covered in your blended release. 

“love you so much” Heeseung whimpers, shoving his forehead against yours. wrinkling at the corners of his eyes as he hits that spot deep inside of your over and over again.

“baby baby” you chant incoherently, locking your ankles around his lower back to keep him in place. grinding circles into you, the tip of his length hits deep and hard, kissing your cervix with each pointed roll of his hips. “g-gonna cum, again.”

he nods, digging big hands under your thighs to fuck you deeper into the bed. whining and grunting as he slams deep inside with renewed vigor, thrusting sloppier and messier, closing in on his own high faster.

wet. hot. thick. long. mind numbing. explosive. 

thoughts leave you with a shout, straining your neck in a twist as another strong orgasm shoots out from the tips of your fingers to each follicle lining your scalp. 

Heeseung loses the last bit of strength he has, screaming through gritted teeth as he fills your cunt with release again. sinking his face into the crook of your neck to bite and suppress uncontrollable sounds of pleasure.

rounds of pained groans and whines fill your ears, drowning out the white noise that’s begun to consume your mind. it’s loud all around you as the three men watching cum into their fisted palms, grunting and moaning, unable to rip their eyes away from your middle pouring out a second load of cum.

Heeseung hovers above you, keeping one of your legs held up while painting your core with the tip of his cock to spread his release. leaving traces of himself all over, the unspoken reminder that you’re his. you belong to him.

coming down himself, he misses the anguished expressions surrounding your bodies. the looks of grimace his friends share knowing they will have to leave with soiled underwear and blue balls.

the guys silently agreed to head separate ways back to their prospective dormitories and apartments, allowing Heeseung to take care of you alone through your post-orgasmic bliss. 

the day had been emotional, long, exhausting in many ways and grueling on your body. your boyfriend did his best to clean you up and change you into a cozy pajama set before cradling you to sleep in his arms.

“Heeseung?” you croaked, throat gravelly and scratchy after all of the voluminous moans you had released.

“hmm?” still mostly asleep, your boyfriend grunts with his face half-buried in a pillow.

“baby, wake up.” you shake him by his arm. “we need to talk.”

upon hearing your serious tone, his eyes flutter open, scrunching his eyebrows together confused. “what’s up?”

“what do you mean what’s up?” you ask, stunned by his lax demeanor. “last night..”

“ohh..” propping up on his elbow, Heeseung pushes strands of hair behind your ear. “was that too much?”

“Hee.. not at all..” 

“what’s troubling you then? tell me.” one thing about your boyfriend, he knows how to speak to you in a way that always makes you feel safe. falling into a docile unthreatening tone that wraps you in comfort.

“are you upset with me?”

the only thing better than a response straight from his lips is the smile you receive. a smile that coats you in a layer of love and consoles you with peace of mind.

Heeseung wasn’t upset in the least, he only wishes you would have let him know sooner that you wanted to explore more sexually. 

“it wasn’t necessarily the perfect approach but I’m not mad.” he confirms, stroking up and down your arm. “I was more worried about you, with the camera and.. audience.”

“I liked it.” you blurt out suddenly, burying your face in his shoulder. “I think I enjoyed that more than I should have.”

“I’ll be honest, I really did too.” 

the two of you share an amused look, sitting up quickly in search of the camera to watch whatever you managed to catch on video yesterday.

Heeseung sets up the HDMI cord to play the footage on your small tv, settling behind your back with his legs draped around your hips as you both ease into a comfortable position and begin to watch.

it’s awkward at first, but the combination of heavy panting and lustful moans have you both weakened in little time. 

“do you like watching yourself?” your boyfriend whispers against your ear, sneaking a pathway down your chest to your stomach. “I liked how desperate you kept gazing into the camera, because you were only looking at me.”

Heeseung’s right, the desperation in your eyes paints the screen in front of you full of carnal desire and love. the mixture of your lips parting open as his groans reverberate through the television speakers, entering you and filling you up, has your core leaking arousal within seconds. 

“touch me..” you start to beg, rolling your neck back to nip and suck along the side of his throat, lapping at the up and down bob that follows. 

Heeseung nods, tickling his way beneath your bottoms inside of your underwear without wasting time to tease you against the outside. 

the image on your television moves as thick fingers press down and circle your clit. Heeseung’s defined forearms are shown, pushing off the bed as he gains speed, thrusting inside of you at a faster pace.

in the background Jake and Jay sit side by side with their hands buried inside of their pants fisting around their lengths dawning half pained expressions. Sunghoon angles the camera more giving a real point of view experience, showing off the bulge moving up and down inside of his pants while encouraging his friend to fuck you harder like you want.

it was euphoric enough to live through once, but watching yourself pounded into by your boyfriend with his friends having to control their own raging arousal has you grinding incessantly against the fingers working in and out of you.

“fuck, Hee,” you whimper, rolling up to match his rhythm. the frenzy around you makes your head spin, shaking as hard as the image on screen does the closer Sunghoon gets to his climax. groans boom from the tv, from your throat, against your ear between praises your boyfriend repeats through your orgasm. “doing so good for me, you’re always so good for me, aren’t you? my pretty pretty baby girl.”

“I love you, love you so much.” breathlessly you chant, turning your head to capture your boyfriend's lips in a heated kiss. footage long forgotten as you recreate the night prior alone.

the air feels stiff around the table Heeseung meets up with his friends during their breaks. consistently hanging out with each other everyday since the semester began, they typically shared warm greetings with shoulder and fist bumps, but after the other day, the aura each one of them carried felt tense; sitting down with barely nodding in each other’s directions as greeting.

“listen,” clearing his throat, Heeseung sits up straight, twisting his hands together timidly. “what happened was.. it was a lot.”

a round of murmurs from his friends sound in agreement, Sunghoon the first to look around and speak up in response.

“are you mad? are we good?”

Heeseung seems dumbfounded, waving off his surprise with a smile. “not at all! guys, I’m happy, like..”

Jake lets out a huge sigh of relief, quickly scooting closer to nuzzle up to his friend's side. “dude, I was so worried all night.”

“no no!” Heeseung throws an arm around him, tugging Jake in even closer. “it’s a good thing, I feel like she’s really comfortable now. I never thought about how much I hold back, or how much she’s been holding back to not scare me off.”

“is she okay?” Jay pipes up, dawning a skeptical expression. 

“oh she’s great.” Heeseung reassures him. “actually, we watched the video.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrows shoot up, pouting curiously. “oh?”

“yeah, there is no way we can use any of that for the final, but uh,” Heeseung nods, patting Jake’s shoulder. “you all definitely could have promising careers in filming adult videos someday.”

“I’m not even going to lie,” Jay grins, shrugging. “under a pseudonym I’d totally do it, not a bad paying job.”

“who knows, maybe we’ll end up making more ‘home videos’ on accident.” Jake jokes, half-heartedly. shifting his gaze around the group with a staggered laugh.

Heeseung nods, thinking over how elated and angelic you looked falling apart under the lense; how much you enjoyed rewatching yourself taken on camera.

“maybe we will.”

“Hee, it’s not even 5am.” you start to whine, keeping your voice down to not alert your mother in the next room over. “you ruined my sleep!”

“I’m sorry,” Heeseung drifts into a long yawn, the quiet sound of his room echoes the squeak of a chair. immediately imagining him sitting at his computer by the window. peeking through to catch a glimpse of you, much as he once did before moving half a world away. “can we talk until I fall asleep? my body clocks all off, it’s weird to be back home.”

“okay baby,” your eyes shut, pressing the side of your forehead to the headboard as you try to wake yourself up. “tell me about your day. explain to me how you snuck around managing to get back here without telling me.”

Heeseung laughs, a lazy laugh that elicits chills down your spine. deeper and more rumbled as it comes out, making it easy to visualize his half asleep puffy doe eyes. the tip of his nose as pink as his lips from lack of rest. he must be more tired than he lets on after traveling for so long and then showing up for dinner, and more.

“I’ll tell you, but..” he whispers, mixing in with the noise coming from his gaming chair, creaking as he shifts side to side. “I really want to see you.”

“I can’t come over yet, moms still asleep.”

“no like,” Heeseung hesitates, sitting up straight as he clears his throat. “can you come to the window?”

“mmm okay.” dragging yourself up from bed, you perch the phone between your ear and shoulder. tugging your computer chair over with a throw blanket to sit near the window facing Heeseung’s bedroom. 

he’s right in front of the window as you expected. changed into a comfortable pair of sweats and white t-shirt, hair half dried and unstyled after washing off at a late time similar to you. the swollen eyes you imagined perk up at the sight of you across from him, lighting up fully with a smile.

“I’m really sorry for waking you up..” Heeseung says again now seeing how cozy you look draping a blanket on your shoulders. “but I can’t stop thinking about earlier..”

leaning back in his chair, he watches you with interest. lifting the tips of his fingers up to brush along his bottom lip. he sucks in a shallow breath of air, tilting his chin into his chest. “can still taste you on my skin.”

Heeseung knows the right things to say, he knows exactly how to get you from 0 to 100 without wasting time. it’s almost concerning how well he’s wrapped you around his finger, past the point of ‘friends’ who just fuck.

the deep breath you take passes through the phone tickling him down to his gut. nearly sliding from his seat when you ask- “what do I taste like?”

“like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

the pad of Heeseung’s index finger rolls on the tip of his tongue, staring ahead with more than suggestive intent. his head tips to the side, dragging up and down the center of his tongue until the digits coated with saliva, rubbing the mess onto his lips and chin. noises of wet slurping over the receiver tickle between your thighs, burning up to the center. 

“suddenly, I feel very awake.” you can’t even feel embarrassed by the loud gulp you finish with. 

“this,” Heeseung taps his tongue, his speech growing more muffled by the action. “is where I want you. dripping down my throat, seeping into my veins until your cells attach to mine.”

“Hee..” you trail off as his finger traces down the center of his neck. leaving behind a faded streak of moisture as he makes a pathway lower toward the waistband of his sweats. with a deep inhale he toys with the drawstring, enamored by the magnified desire pictured through the window across.

“more than anything,” he drawls, loosening the knot holding his sweats up on his hips. shifting lower to untuck his length, he strokes up and down, hard as a rock where he lays flat against his stomach. “I wanna taste you when I cum. I want you so deep inside of me that you spill out of my pores until every one of my senses can only smell you and taste you. Swallow your breath when you cum around my cock, and never exhale just to keep a part of you inside of me.”

“fuck,” you squirm, uncomfortably sticking to the seat of your underwear, now soiled and coated with your heated arousal. “how can you say that without doing anything about it?”

“is my baby girl wet?” sighing, Heeseung grips around the base of his length. even with the small distance between you his fingers visibly struggle to contain the thick girth. “wanna hear you, touch yourself for me?”

a prickling heat elevates from your center, rising to the tips of your ears like pounding footsteps. foggy minded as you push your underwear off and set your heels down on the seat beneath you, cramped as you scoot back to reveal your bare lower half for the boy across from you.

“fuck, you’re so wet, aren’t you?” he hisses through clenched teeth, sucking in his lower lip when you reach down to stroke three digits between your folds. embarrassingly loud, enough to pick up squelching wetness among your bated breath. “can see your juices from here.. let me hear it, pretty.”

Heeseung’s stroking up and down his size lazily without any rush to get off. becoming addicted to watching you cum over the last year when you started to video chat. through many words of encouragement and praises he managed to get you comfortable with it. going as far as sending him videos and photos, up close shots of your pussy pulsating after drenching your fingers to the thought of him.

“can you hear that baby?” you ask coyly, lowering the phone closer to your hips before pressing the speaker to pick up on the sounds of arousal slipping between your digits. 

wet enough for warmed slick to trickle out, spilling past your rim into your seat. the throaty groan playing from your phone's speaker encourages your ministrations. pushing two digits inside of yourself just to the first knuckle. 

“fuck Hee, you get me so wet.” with curled toes, you tease your clit, flicking your thumb just enough to make your thighs stiffen in excitement. 

“and you make me so hard, pretty baby,” he mutters between another grunt. fist clamped tight around himself, pumping faster in time with your thrusting fingers. “haven’t been inside of you in months, it’s all I ever think about.”

“tell me,” you start to plead, fucking yourself faster to reach your looming climax. “thinking about me when you jerk off baby?”

“always so warm and tight, taking my cock like a good girl. when you look at me like you can’t take anymore,” Heeseung’s panting loudly now, fisting his cock faster between each stammered word. thumbing the pre-cum dribbling from his slit for extra lubrication to quicken each stroke. “then you beg me to go faster, deeper.”

“fuckfuckfuck Heeseung, fuck.” you whisper huskily, canting your hips up as intense orgasm washes over you. collapsing back into your chair out of breath, barely registering the gritted groans and curses from the other end. blinking up in time to catch the insane visual of your neighbor's bottom jolting up, spurting cum high enough to reach the collar of his shirt.

“fuck!” Heeseung grunts louder than he should at this early hour. falling back out of breath in a mimicked state, licking the sweat from his upper lip as tremors of aftershock soar up his limbs. “thank you.. for waking up.”

smiling, you muffle the yawn escaping, now more tired and tempted to hide under your covers than before.

“will you still come over?” Heeseung sounds borderline desperate, as if the idea that you’d ditch your plans for something, or someone else has weighed heavy on his mind.

“of course, let me just freshen up and eat. see you soon baby.”

Heeseung would hate to admit he’s concerned by the photos on your social feed. it’s not the ones with Jay or Sunghoon that bother him, but the amount of recent posts including Jake. Jake who he has yet to meet, Jake who you’ve mentioned over conversation one too many times, Jake who you always seem to be alone with when you post new photos with him.

as a friend he knew it wasn’t his place to set rules on who you can and can’t hang out with alone, but as a guy who’s been suppressing his feelings for years, he couldn’t fight the urge to forbid you continue to meet with this Jake dude.

“hey” you greet when Heeseung opens up the door to his bedroom. beaming radiantly with sun fully risen streaking rays of golden light into the dull four walls. somehow dancing around your glowing skin leaving him breathless.

a flush of heat hits your cheeks before he realizes how long he’s been staring. slowly gazing over each of your features to permanently etch every detail onto the backs of his eyes. “hello? earth to Heeseung?”

your hand waving in before him finally snaps him awake, deteriorating the dreamy expression on his face as he shakes off the extra beat his heart gives.

“uh.. hey,” Heeseung straightens up, snatching you by the waist to decimate the space keeping your body away from his. pushing you against the door to shut it, his lips latch onto your throat without wasting a second more. laving up the column of your neck to your earlobe, nibbling as he makes a way up to the outer shell. “how are you this beautiful in the morning? even after I ruined your rest?”

“ah, you really missed me didn’t you?” you ask mischievously. swerving your hips to align with his, releasing a gasp as you’re met with the tip of his hardened length prodding your pelvic bone. “what’d you miss the most, baby?”

“don’t tease me..” Heeseung whines, seeking refuge in your lips to mask the light blush forming on the apples of his cheeks. 

“I’ll stop if you tell me.”

he sighs between feather light kisses, a shyness radiating heat from his skin closing in the small space he’s cornered you up in. “I know you think I just missed this..” 

grinding forward, he builds a steady rocking motion, gyrating your clothed cores together. unleashing gateways of blood that fill your brain. easily maneuvered as he takes a hold of your wrists. “I missed really small things you take for granted when you become used to them.”

“like?” 

“like the way you look at me,” Heeseung presses close again, moving your arms behind your back to take a hold of your wrists with one hand. snaking the other down your stomach to dip past your bottoms. “how you make fun of me, when you blast music early in the morning with your window open.”

Heeseung pushes two digits between your labia folds, cursing under his breath when his palm gets covered in wetness instantly. he catches your ragged breath swallowing down the remnants of your minty toothpaste. testing how much teasing you can take before breaking out in a round of whimpers.

“Hee, be nice to me” you whine, pouting your lower lip. blinking up cutely enough to melt him and give in. circling your entrance with the pads of his fingers; he traps your pout with a bite, tugging out until you try to free from his hold.

“be a good girl and take what I give you.” 

he emphasizes that by sliding two fingers inside of you down to the last knuckle. starting to pump and curl them inside until your heat grips around him. 

“like that pretty baby? so pretty coming undone on my fingers.” Heeseung pants against your mouth, never loosening the firm grip on your wrists. he pushes harder against you until the backs of your shoulders meet the wall, keeping you held in place to begin ruthlessly thrusting in and out of your cunt.

he sinks in buried two fingers deep, rubbing right where you need to make your knees buckle in. a whiny helpless open mouthed mess gazing up at him like he carries your entire world in his hands.

“pussy so fucking tight, can barely fit two fingers inside of you baby, how am I supposed to fuck you?” he taunts, mocking you with shiny large eyes. kissing the tip of your nose and jerking his wrist powerfully, thrusting in deeper until you’re tip-toed and trembling.

“Hee! oh f—fuck! fuck!” 

he pounds faster, gritting his teeth and jamming his length against your hip. letting go of your wrists to loop your waist for leverage, grinding against your side wrinkling his eyes shut. 

“cum from my fingers baby, let me taste your pretty pussy.” Heeseung puffs out huskily, fucking his hips faster. he shoves your back into the wall in repeated motion losing control of his wild movements. 

moaning out a silent cry, you gasp, keening, rolling down your hips. violently gripped around his fingers as you cum, soiling your underwear making it harder for Heeseung to thrust in past your contracting release.

he grunts, thrusting his hips forward one more time, whimpering and stiffening. dropped down to your shoulder rolling his face back and forth.

“did you?” you mutter, half alive. draping around his shoulders to keep yourself up.

Heeseung lets out an embarrassed whine, nudging his nose along your jawline, nipping near your ear. “stop..”

directing you over to his bed as you start to laugh, he falls back letting out a light hearted chuckle before yawning.

“great way to start my day.”

turning over, he licks between his fingers, grinning wolfishly.

“ahh stop, you’re too much for 9am seriously.” 

Heeseung laughs, reaching for his phone to read off a text message from Jay. 

“oh hey, party tonight. you wanna go?” 

“at Jay’s?” sitting up with Heeseung, you relax against his headrest nodding. “oh yeah, he mentioned something the other day.”

“haven’t seen any of the guys yet, I’ll probably stop by.” he says, swiping through apps to check any of the notifications he’s missed from this morning

“who is that?” fixing up your hair, you notice his thumb double tapping a photo. not just any photo, but a photo of a very attractive girl.

“oh,” Heeseung laughs it off, shutting his phone to lock. “your mom’s message gets around fast. there were all these messages welcoming me back home.”

“okay.. so who was that??” 

“no one, just a friend from university. it was her Birthday today, time differences, I was a little late.” 

“a friend?” that sets off sirens in your head. sitting up straight on his bed to fix him with a serious look. “like us?”

“what?” Heeseung’s always been expressive with his eyes, giving away more than he can with words around you. it almost feels like mockery to receive a bewildered gaze right now. afterall, he always insisted you were just friends.

“nothing.”

“hey,” circling your forearm, he softens half confused, half concerned. “you coming to Jay’s later?”

“yea maybe.” shrugging off his touch, you make to exit without as much of a spare glance, let alone a proper goodbye.

it wasn’t fair to leave so abruptly, storming out from your neighbors house in desperate need of fresh air. 

maybe your deal with Heeseung worked well because of the distance. excusing his lack of commitment to the hundreds of miles separating you from each other wasn’t an option anymore. 

now with only mere feet keeping you apart, how could you continue to deny yourself from wanting more. whether it be setting off fireworks in your gut, or drilling your chest open until your heart spewed out, Heeseung had dug a tunnel through your brain. infiltrating your dreams and secret desires to an uncontrollable point.

friends. friends who hold hands. friends who kiss like their lips are made of magnets. friends who whisper indecent cravings in the dark.

friends who couldn’t possibly continue a friendship any longer.

“you’re being pretty quiet.”

Jake’s right, you haven’t said much more than ‘hi’ when he picked you up, and a few ‘hmmm, mmhmms’ in response to any of his questions. quickly finding a corner to hole up against once the two of you arrive at Jay’s.

the party was lively as you stepped in, merging between throngs of bodies to find a refreshment before forcing your friend to stick by your side for the last hour. sulking as you cradle a half frozen water bottle, most of it melted down your forearm, leaving the tips of your fingers icy cold.

icy cold, the way you wish your heart could be. 

you shouldn’t have agreed to come with Jake. drained and mentally exhausted halfway into getting ready to go out, trying, and failing, to ignore the thoughts racing through your mind. 

‘how can we still just be friends? he’s seriously gonna fuck around with other girls and expect me to be okay with that? just because I’m not his girlfriend??’

agreeing to accompany Jake after rereading his message a few times. a pang of guilt pinched between your breasts wondering if you’ve ruined another friendship. if you have led him on to believe you’re more than just friends.

“what’s on your mind?” Jake asks thoughtfully, interrupting your inner monologue. “does it have anything to do with..”

drifting off, his gaze averts to an area across the room. mostly obscured by bodies jumping up and down to the boisterous beats of music pounding throughout the floor from speakers covering every corner, you can still see him. 

Heeseung stands by the opposite facing wall, chatting with a few friends from high school, and one too many giggling twinkly eyed girls. he nods occasionally, adding a soft smile and awkward sip at the cup in hand. skirting a look around the room until he meets your doleful eyes. 

concern wrinkles his eyebrows together, stepping forward until he notices Jake next to you. opening and shutting his lips for a moment before settling back into a conversation of catching up with old time friends. much like you were before admitting an attraction to each other over a game of truth or dare.

‘do you think I’m cute?’

Heeseung paused before letting out a garbled nervous chuckle, cupping his nape and nodding. ‘you’re very cute.’

‘how cute??’

‘ah, you had your turn. now choose, truth or dare.’

‘fine fine, dare.’ you said too confidently, leaning back to admire your neighbor. more handsome and pretty whenever he felt shy around you. softly blushing the more you antagonized and teased him.

Heeseung takes a moment, chewing and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth anxiously. pondering over who this dare was truly for.

‘I dare you to kiss me.’

even now the memory of Heeseung’s soft lips that first time still linger on yours, brushing your thumb back and forth recalling your first mistake, a mistake you’d repeat numerous times. a mistake you hunger for bitterly.

“kind of.” you mutter under your breath. Jake nods, smirking and placing an arm around your waist.

“he hasn’t stopped looking over here. I think someone’s jealous that I have you all to myself.”

“he’s not jealous..”

“I’m willing to bet on it,” Jake cocks a brow, tugging you deeper into the pool of bodies. stealing a glance Heeseung’s way to ensure you’re still in his line of sight. “with how pretty you look, all dolled up, who can take their eyes off of you?”

“Heeseung’s not like that.” at least that’s what you’re inclined to believe after months of dropping hints for more.

“I think you’d be surprised.” Jake slinks around behind you, gripping your hips to glide against you rhythmically along with the music beat thrumming from the ground up. “a girl as pretty as you could make a guy act out in ways he didn’t know were possible.”

Jakes whispers, nibbling from your shoulder up the column of your throat to your earlobe. “judging by the way he can’t take his eyes off of us, I think I’m right.”

he leads your body against his, hooking his chin on your shoulder and rolling his hips against your bottom. circling your waist with one arm, Jake uses it as leverage to guide his hardened length under your short dress. flimsy as he passes through the material to prod between the dip of your ass. groaning, kissing and sucking along your jaw.

“Jake, are you hard?” it shouldn’t come as a shock, but you gasp anyway. bouncing back to squish your thighs together and rub against his girth with more pressure.

nodding ‘yes’ his tongue swirls your ear, stimulating different nerves that tickle down to your core. less dancing than you are rubbing your bottom on his concealed size. everything feels hot, lighting flames down your thighs each time he thrusts into you. making it harder to not imagine getting fucked up against a wall with a crowd of viewers.

Jake’s hips slam against your backside faster, pushing his covered length between your bare thighs with extra force. he’s panting and huffing against your nape, starting to whine from how hot and trapped his cock feels. mildly thrilled that he can’t actually get off on you how he wants. how no one knows he’s about to cum in his pants in such a humiliating way from dry humping your ass.

Jake stills, groaning and biting down on your shoulder, seeping in the grip on your hips snuggly to keep you in place. erupting with tremors as a dampness surprisingly hits the backs of your thighs.

“did you cum, puppy?” you coo, turning around to cradle Jake’s heated cheeks. nodding and gulping in your hold, he pants, dropping his face to your neck. shyly enjoying whenever you randomly use the endearing pet name.

“sorry.”

“why are you saying sorry?” petting his frazzled hair back into a smooth style, you turn to kiss his earlobe. “I should be sorry.”

“what— why?”

“for ruining your pants.” you smile, dipping closer to steal a kiss. 

“you could make it up to me.” Jake’s eyes widen, true to his puppy-like character, shining with streaks of strobe light dancing around the room.

without trying hard, Jake manages to lift your mood, distracting you enough to dance away from your worries. leading you to the back seat of his car where you’ve spent many nights fogging up the windows.

much like times before, your heads face down buried in his lap, lapping the mess he made with your mouth.

Jake lets out the prettiest noises when you spend extra time toying with his balls. alternating between using your hand and tongue to massage each, while pumping him in your fist. he whines, feigning that he’s still sensitive and it hurts. pulsing faster in your palm when you only purse your lips to suck harder.

“puppy likes it when it hurts.” you mouth up and down the bottom of his length, slurping around the precum leaking from his slit. pushing your tongue in until Jake’s hissing and clenching his eyes shut. lifting his hips up with a shout.

“make it hurt more.” 

a little work up and down of your swollen lips sucking on his cock gets him fully worked up, smacking against the car door nearest to him when you lightly graze your teeth along a vein lining up the side. stuffing his length down your throat until the tip hits your tonsils.

“fuck!” Jake’s eyes roll back, smacking the headrest behind him, arching up until you’re gagging around another release pouring down your throat. “god, fuck!”

slipping him out, you laugh, cleaning up any of the cum that managed to escape with your tongue. 

“you probably shouldn’t use the lord's name in vain like that, puppy.”

Jake laughs too, pulling you up into a heated passionate kiss smacking your used lips against his, tasting the left behind taste of his own release. “probably a lot of things I shouldn’t be doing right now.”

“we probably shouldn’t be doing a lot of things, Jakey.” you mock, winking and tucking him back into his pants.

he can’t agree with that, not when it feels this good.

not when he’s starting to hope you’ve moved on from the boy next door.

Jake pulls up to your street, drumming against the steering wheel along to whatever songs been playing.

“thanks for coming with me, even though..” Jake trails off, unsure how to comfort you about Heeseung with the little information you’ve shared.

“don’t mention it.”

“see you tomorrow, yeah?” Jake leans over to tap your nose, sending you off with a goodnight kiss. “don’t be sad please? I’ll be worried all night about you.”

holding back a smile, you shake your head, returning a tap to the end of his nose. “I’ll be fine, promise.”

“yeah well..” Jake looks past your shoulder out of the car window. “it looks like someone’s been waiting for you.”

Heeseung sits on the front steps of his house, wringing his hands after what feels like an hour of chilly night time summer air penetrating his flesh. avoidable if you hadn’t ignored every one of his texts since meeting this morning.

“yeah.. thanks for driving me home.” for a minute Jake stares at you with a fond glint passing through his iris. pressing closer to lay his cheek on your shoulder.

“I had a lot of fun.” he softens, pecking the side of your throat. “I always do with you.”

“I know puppy.” patting the top of Jake’s head, you wish him a goodnight, taking in a deep breath as you exit his car.

Heeseung’s not just sitting outside to enjoy a summer evening back home, he’s anxiously wide-eyed. focused on your approaching steps, scratching at his jean clad thighs faster the more you near.

“you’re upset with me?” he blurts, surprising himself. having sat and contemplated what he could have done to receive the cold shoulder. finding difficulty with the image of your face full of ecstasy at the hands of one Jake Sim.

shrugging, you scuff up the toes of your sneakers more. shifting your weight foot to foot for some relief from the crushing weight hitting your chest. 

“maybe..”

Heeseung nods, pushing up on his palms to stand, pointing the end of his chin in the direction Jake’s car drove off. “that’s your friend, right?”

“that was Jake..” 

Heeseung nods again, standing before you running the end of his tongue along the backs of his teeth. “a friend, like me?”

there’s a sullen condensation dripping from his words, snarky and passive. proving with little that neither of you are in the right.

“yeah.. he’s a friend, like you.”

“should I be mad then?” Heeseung’s fingers itch at his sides. he is mad, he’s always been mad, more annoyed than anything. forcing himself to stay quiet from a distance with no rational reason to dictate your relationship with Jake.

“why would you be mad?” you ask, earning a breathy scoff. 

“why would I be mad?” Heeseung’s eyes widen incredulously, lips trembling the more his emotions unleash. “why would you be mad.”

“because..” you start, dipping your chin to escape the intensity of his gaze. “because I like you.”

Heeseung cups your cheeks, forcing your neck to straighten and look up at him. gently smoothing the pads of his thumb on your cheekbones, he pushes closer, skimming your upper lip. “say it again.”

“you’re so mean,” letting out a faint hint of a whine, you blink up assured you’ve fallen victim to the pools of dark eating you alive. half-lidded and twinkling beneath the moonlight as Heeseung can’t hold back from pecking your upper lip. “I like you. I like you!” 

punching his bicep weakly, Heeseung laughs at your frustration, mumbling under his breath how ‘cute’ you are. continuing to stroke along your soft skin, he inhales the petulant whine you let out with a deep kiss. 

time stands still when Heeseung kisses you like this. maneuvering his lips between yours, teasing you with just the tip of his tongue licking between, encouraging you to chase after him without giving in. managing to control the kiss and also let you dominate it at the same time. wrapping your tongues together with more lead as you grip onto the back of his neck to bring him closer. 

Heeseung pulls away breathlessly, nipping your upper lip with his forehead pressed to yours. “do you know what I missed the most these last few years?”

“yes, but tell me anyway.” you flush embarrassed. digging your fingers into his nape to massage away the tension that's formed after hours of stress.

“this girl,” Heeseung whispers, pecking your lips between each word. “she lives next door.. she makes me do crazy things honestly.”

“you must really like her.” you smirk, licking at his pouty lower lip.

“I don’t think she’ll ever understand how much I like her..” trailing off, Heeseung pinches your chin to maintain direct eye contact. grazing the tip of your nose just barely, taking in shallow breaths.

“I think you should show her..”

Heeseung agrees, tapping your lips to ‘shh’, tip-toeing inside of his house up the familiar pathway to his bedroom. 

he’s all over you within less than a second after locking the door to his room. pressing needy kisses to any exposed sight of flesh. making your head heavy with the faded scent of body wash stuck to his skin as your mouth locks onto the center of his throat. sucking and lapping at the excited swallow he takes.

“I want you,” he’s panting breathlessly already, gathering up your dress above your hips to squeeze your ass with nothing to block his way. “always want you.”

“take me baby, have me.”

his kisses are urgent, tangling your legs together as he pushes way closer to his bed. setting you down gingerly, gradually with care, as if you’ll disappear from his arms again at any moment.

unspoken insecurities pass between your lips, soaking in how close you are finally. Heeseung doesn’t have to say how jealous he felt, for once having his confidence shaken that you could choose someone over him. he takes a few minutes to touch your legs, palming up your thighs to clasp your hips. 

it’s been too long, so long that you fear not even being able to control your arousal from spilling over for much longer, especially when Heeseung reaches between your hips to pet your soaking wet underwear.

big bambi eyes raise the question without vocalizing, nodding for him to continue and peel off the scantily clad clothing from your figure that you mostly wore for him. more than eager to, he fumbles, fidgeting with the straps of your panties to get them off, sucking in a deep inhale.

“why am I so nervous?” Heeseung lets out a watery laugh, wiping his palms down his thighs before proceeding to remove his shirt. bigger and more firm than the last time you saw him this bare; filled out and broad, awakening new desires to feel his biceps locked around your throat, squeezing until you have to tap out.

“because, you like me.” you say confidently. 

Heeseung nods, pushing your dress higher to reveal a lack of bra. licking his lower lip, he dips down to trace a trail of velvety lips up toward your breasts. 

“I like you so much,” he whispers, wrinkling at the center of his forehead to keep his eyes trained on yours, teasing your nipple with just the tip of his tongue. “too much.”

he lowers to suck as much of your breast that will fit inside of his mouth, rubbing the hardened bud against the roof of his mouth making you writhe up under him, pleading for more.

“Hee, baby..” you can’t stop whining now, keeping your voice low to not wake anyone in the house. Heeseung pinches your chin, dipping closer for a kiss.

“what do you need, pretty baby?”

“inside, please, need to feel you inside.” you’re already out of breath when the tips of his fingers slip past your lips, sinking in halfway to collect saliva on and smear it down your chin. he stops at your throat, noting the way your hazy gaze lights up, testing with a curious squeeze just enough to feel your pulse throb beneath the tips of his fingers.

“fuck” Heeseung mumbles to himself, fully hard and aching between his thighs. sucking back the drool ready to dribble from the corners of his mouth, he reaches for the nightstand near his bed to grab protection.

“no no..” reaching for his arm, you pull him closer to you. “without yeah? I need to feel you.”

Heeseung’s jaw hangs, knowing by the rough twitch his cock gives he won’t be able to last long at all when you say that. with one hand still on your throat, he sits up to shove down his bottoms enough for his cock to spring free and slap against his abdomen. 

“holy shit,” you blurt, momentarily forgetting just how wide and thick he is. more evident now throbbing on his stomach completely hiding his navel. “fuck, you’re so big..”

Heeseung grins, biting on his lip, gripping the base of his length to stroke between your folds and collect the wetness. “you always liked that.“

the tip of his cock catches on your entrance, dipping in just enough for your hips to lift and chase after more. “please please, fuck please.”

“you’re so cute when you beg.” Heeseung hisses between his teeth, prodding in further, awestruck by your hole struggling to stretch around him. “fuck baby, you’re too tight for me now?”

“ugh Hee, slow, please,” moaning, you reach to set your palm just above where you connect. met by hard built muscle lining his lower stomach. “c—can take it, please.”

Heeseung clutches your neck tighter, pulling a little for your head to rise from his bed and watch his length push in, painfully inch by inch. snapped around him like a tight rubber band, stinging the more he penetrates.

“come on baby girl,” choking enough for you to gasp and circle his forearm with an excited grip, Heeseung encourages you to focus on his cock filling you up halfway. “so good for me, look at how your pussy clings around me baby. missed me didn’t you?”

all you can do is furiously nod, digging your nails into his wrist when he applies pressure to your clit with two fingers. rubbing back and forth until you relax enough to fill you to the brim. “oh f—fuck.”

his hips swivel for a minute getting you used to the stretch, pushing your folds out around his size to fully watch your core convulse around him. Heeseung curses under his breath, experimentally thrusting forward making you arch up.

“faster, baby please, fuck me hard!” you whimper, pushing to meet his thrust. 

the sound of your voice plays like a broken record, storing it in the back of his mind for the next time he needs to get off to the memory of your wanton pleads. 

“that’s it, so pretty taking that dick.” Heeseung’s thrusts build up in speed. pistoning to meet your hips with an obscene sound of wetness bursting around him, spilling down past his balls leaving a puddle of wet on his pants. “aren’t you so pretty for me? come on baby, tell me.”

slinking behind your neck, he cups you by your nape, meeting your lost gaze. wildly thrusting in filling you to the hilt with each ram of his hips. 

“oh! I—I c-can’t” you whimper, shaking your head. overstimulated by every touch from inside out. clamping down on his length harder with each fully buried thrust. Heeseung groans, pressing down to lick your lips. 

“tell me, or I won’t let you cum.” he says seriously with a sardonic glare. “who’s my pretty girl?”

“oh fuck Hee!” you moan, writhing and curling your toes. climax hitting you hard, completely numbing your brain. “me! I’m…f—fuck.. I’m your pretty girl.”

Heeseung lets out a deep raspy groan, fucking through your heat milking his length. pulling out just in time for the first spurt of cum to barely catch your entrance, fountaining out hot arousal all over your core. 

he sits back, jaw loose as his mind spins. losing it when your hole pulses around the mess of sticky cum spilling down to your ass.

“Hee!” you gasp, jolting up, still trying to recoup your senses. clenching his head between your thighs as his jaw widens to eat you out. growling and slurping up the mess of your combined arousal between thirsty greedy moans. 

“baby” you croon, tossing your head back for some calm. reaching down to pull a tuft of hair for him to stop, even if half of you wishes he wouldn’t.

Heeseung’s debauched face is nearly enough to force another orgasm out of you. flushed and coated with sheen from the bridge of his nose down to the end of his chin with the largest dopey smile on his lips.

“what do I taste like?” you ask, hiding your face to the side after. 

Heeseung’s smile never falters, licking off the excess left on his lips. “like me.”

with a loud pleased sigh he kisses up your chest, spreading the mess left behind his face around.

“that was..” Heeseung sounds fuzzy to your ears, picking up the words mouthed against your skin more than you can actually hear. “making me wonder why we’re just friends.”

“friends probably shouldn’t fuck..” laying back on his bed in a similar position you’ve been in before feels different now. easy and light with Heeseung’s head on now your shoulder slowly recomposing. 

“I know..” propping up on an elbow, he stares at you in an enamored manner. tracing up from your navel to the middle of your chest, lightly tapping where your heart beats a little faster than usual. “what if we’re more than friends?”

snorting, you grab onto his wrist, lifting his fingers to your lips to littler kisses along the tips. “you wanna be my boyfriend?”

Heeseung smiles, dropping to hide in your neck. “yeah, I wanna be your boyfriend.”

sleep comes fast after a long emotional day, hard to believe just how much happened in a short amount of time. even in dreams the boy next door haunts your thoughts, chasing him around at every corner until you rise to spot his body peacefully asleep at your side.

waking up before Heeseung the next morning feels surreal. biting on your lip as you take in the long eyelashes fanned upon his cheeks. softly breathing with half of his face smushed into a pillow, more dreamy than the dream he’s having.

‘will be back in a bit, need to change and shower.’

scribbling a note, you sneak out from his bedroom, early enough for everyone in the house to still be asleep.

“Jake?” pausing your way home, you spot a blonde head of hair sat on the sidewalk in front of your house near his car.

“morning.. I see you never made it home.” he waves, smiling wide. motioning for you to sit next to him.

“shit, I totally spaced out about the gym.” you start to apologize noting his workout attire. Jake waves you off, mentioning it’s not big deal.

“I get it,” he grins, deviously wiggling his eyebrows. “easy to forget when you’re getting your back blown out.”

hiding your face between your knees, you laugh, caught mid-walk of shame. lifting your head with squinted eyes from the sun beaming down lumifying everything around you on the street.

“soo, you two worked it out?” Jake fixes you with piqued curiosity. pulling off a sly demeanor in spite of the itch forming throughout his chest.

“I think we did..” timidly, you meet his eyes, digging the apple of your cheek into your knee. “is that okay?”

Jake huffs out a laugh, shaking loose blonde locks away from his face. “what do you even mean? of course it’s okay.”

“really?”

“would probably be inappropriate to ask for one more kiss..” he mumbles, lips pursed together lifting at one corner. 

“one won’t hurt?” 

Jake seems surprised, blinking rapidly, he shakes his head again, patting the back of yours. “better we don’t.”

one may not hurt right away, but the longer your fleeting lips linger, the more ache will uncoil. standing up Jake reassures himself it’s for the best, you had a summer fling, nothing more..

at least it shouldn’t have felt like more..

“going to the gym still?” helping you get up, he nods, patting the thin t-shirt against his stomach outlining a firm abdomen.

“you’re not the only girl I have to blow away with my jaw-dropping physique around here.”

“I know,” you confirm, smiling despite a bittersweet taste passing down your throat. “I know.”

Jake smiles back, nodding silently, rolling his eyes before attacking you with a strong hug. 

“it was fun.”

“yeah, it was fun.”

Jake knows you won’t be a prominent presence in his week to week life any longer, even if you send him off with a ‘don’t start ignoring me now’. friends and fucking just don’t mix, someone always gets hurt.

not like that would stop him.

“can we video chat later?” Heeseung’s husky half-asleep voice wraps your ear in comfort. tickling down your spine with the unsaid implication his question holds.

“I can’t today Hee, I have to meet with Jake for tutoring.”

“who’s Jake?” Heeseung sounds wide awake now. a sound of rustling emits through your phone following his actions shooting up from bed.

“some guy that just moved into town a few weeks ago.” you start to explain less than interested. “my mom finessed a study session for us at church yesterday.”

“oh..” Heeseung sits back, nibbling on his lower lip to cool his initial annoyance. “is he nice?”

a smirk plays at your lips picking up a trace of jealousy in his tone. you sigh, thinking it over, is Jake nice?

“he seems nice, I haven’t gotten to know him very well yet.” you say, turning on to your stomach to gaze out of your bedroom window. “has to be nicer to me than the boy next door ever was.”

Heeseung clears his throat, raspy now as it’s quite late in the evening where he is. “when have I ever not been nice to you?”

“the other night?” you tease, rolling onto your back.

“ah come on,” he laughs shyly. “you like it when I’m a little mean.”

“hmm,” you think about it. even through a less than clear video Heeseung knew how to control your body to tears. “I have to get ready, Jake’s waiting.” 

“I just checked the weather app, there might be a storm later.” Heeseung clears his throat. “wear something warm.”

“yeah yeah, it’s over 100 degrees outside actually.” you reply sarcastically, debunking his attempt to decide your outfit for the day. “maybe that one little short dress my neighbor really loved the last time he visited..”

“please don’t wear that.” he groans. 

“have to go, text me later?”

Heeseung sounded upset as you hung up, but you really had no time to sit around and comfort him. rushing to grab your belongings and hop in the shower before you had to walk over to the Sim residents.

the last thing you wanted to spend your Monday evening doing was studying, let alone with Jake breathing down your neck.

“I really don’t need you to tutor me.” you grunt. tapping your phone for the 100th to zero new notifications. worried that maybe you shouldn’t have teased Heeseung so much, as tempting as it was.

“judging from all these wrong answers, you do.” Jake sneers a little, pushing your phone further away. “you really shouldn’t have your phone out while we’re working.”

“you need to calm down,” you squawk in surprise, rolling your eyes. “if I can have my phone out in class without any of my professors making a big deal, then believe me, I won’t be taking orders from some snobby altar boy.”

Jake fixes you with an equally surprised look removing his glasses to blink dramatically. “snobby altar boy?? is that what you think of me!?”

“that’s what everyone thinks about you.”

Jake splutters at that, sporting a confused expression. “what’s wrong with being an altar boy?”

“well, you’re in college for one. all the other altar boys are..you know, boys.”

“being an altar boy teaches patience and respect!” he states brazenly. “for all you know I could be a priest someday.”

“oh God, are you—“ you grimace, setting down your pen. “you want to be a priest?!”

“no!” Jake clicks his tongue in dismay, shaking his head. “but there’s nothing wrong with that if I do.”

“no, of course not..” with a fake smile you nod. “I mean, I guess you could, you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“what’s that supposed to mean??” 

“priests don’t have sex!” you exclaim. “so like— it’s not too hard to believe you might want to follow that career path. I don’t know.”

“what the—“ Jake sits up straight, setting his palms down on the desk. “I’ve had sex!”

“you have?!”

“of course I have!” 

“but your mom said—“

“oh my God!” Jake slumps back into his chair, jaw tightening as he runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth. “I’m not a virgin!”

“it’s not a big deal.” you mumble, brushing the subject off to not embarrass him.

“yes it is, how could you actually believe that, just because my mom said??” Jake grunts. “are you a virgin?”

“excuse me??”

“exactly,” he nods proudly. “believe me, I’ve never had a problem getting laid.”

“sure..” you smile, hiding a laugh. having to look away when his eyes widen in shock giving him a gentle puppy like appearance. focusing on completing the rest of the questions left to get this over with.

“that’s wrong,” he sighs, pressed close to your side reading over your answers on the study guide he typed up for you. “God all of these are wrong!”

Jake’s eyebrows scrunch together, pinching your thigh too hard as he rips the packet of paper away from you.

“ow! Jake what the fuck?” 

“what?” adjusting his glasses, he sighs comparing the correct answers to your wrong ones. “no wonder you’re failing.”

he pinches again, smiling too sweetly when you jump in your seat. 

“dude, stop doing that!” you smack his arm, finding a mark of short nails indented on your thigh. 

“it’s a studying technique I learned as a kid.” he pinches you again, smile growing wider. “whenever you fail, I’ll pinch you.”

“listen,” you grab his wrist rather firmly, glaring him down. “I don’t know what kind of Dolores Umbridge type of teacher you had back home, but that is not how to learn from your mistakes!”

Jake swallows, licking his upper lip, quickly glancing at your fingers wrapped around his wrist. he nods slowly, slinking further into his seat. “sorry, I—….you’re right.”

the familiar ping of your phone distracts you, releasing him to check. frowning as you read that a friend has tagged you in a new photo. still nothing from Heeseung.

“who is that?” Jake’s nose lightly brushes against your jaw. he’s too close, having no sense of personal space. his warm minty breath fanning your cheek doing more to distract you than your phone.

“who’s what?”

“on your phone,” he nods to the device lighting up with another new notification. “that guy next to you.”

“oh, that’s Heeseung, he’s my..” you pause, tapping the end of your pen on his desk. “he was my neighbor. he’s studying abroad currently.”

“just a neighbor?” Jake muses, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “you two must be very close.”

“we grew up together, so,” you shrug. “we’re just friends.”

“I understand, really.” Jake nods with a hum. “I had a neighbor back home, we were friends. actually we had a great friendship until the news that my dad landed a job out here got out. she didn’t take it too well.”

“were you friends for a long time? I didn’t take it too well when Hee got accepted to a school so far away.” you recall. “it’s been his dream school since we were kids though, I wouldn’t have felt right to complain.”

“mmm yeah that would have been awkward.” Jake says, snapping his fingers. “are you perhaps included in his phone background?”

“I—“ 

Jake bites back a grin, mentally noting how cute you look deep in thought. he strokes over the inside of his wrist, displaying light pink skin where you had gripped onto him.

strong, feisty, he licks his lips inching closer, tracing the faded mark his cut nails left behind on your exposed thigh.

“hey, what did I just say?” you circle his wrist again, receiving a hiss through Jake’s teeth. the corners of his lips lift despite your rough touch

“maybe it’s time to change that background,” he suggests, lifting his brows up and down.

“Jake..” he drifts closer, eyes bouncing around your face searching for resistance. a hopeful glimmer shines across his eyes, fondly tilting his head to the side. sinking his well filed nails back into the meat of your thigh. 

“I haven’t made mistakes in a really long time,” he grins, glancing to your fingers digging into his wrist. “sometimes I wish I could without disappointing everyone. I’m always thinking, I can never just…turn off my brain.”

curiously, you pinch the thin skin covering his wrist bone. his eyelashes flutter behind clear frames, dropping open his mouth in a silent moan.

“you’re getting hard,” you observe, sweeping your free hand up his thigh. taking your time to drag the tips of your fingers along the inseam leading up to the bulge that’s formed. “is it..”

your forehead presses flat to his, upper lip grazing against the bridge of his nose, whispering light as a feather. “the pain?”

you emphasize the question by crushing his wrist, impressed by how instantaneous his eyes roll back. neck gone loose as he drops back with his hips lifting from the seat to meet your teasing touch.

“you’re—“ he gulps, meeting your heated gaze, swallowing to soothe his drying throat. “you’re strong, I didn’t expect that.”

strands of his perfect blonde locks come apart, blending over his eyes to create a disheveled look. aided by the rising shades of pink spreading from his lips to his cheeks to the shell of his ears.

Jake’s tongue hangs free like a dog panting outside on a hot summer day, thirsty, craving to get hosed down. he arches a brow higher, covering your hand on the tent that’s formed in his sweats.

“wanna find out how strong I am, puppy?” 

Jake curses under his breath, pushing on your hand to grind his hardening length against your palm. he nods shamefully, the blush on his cheeks intensifying. 

“no no no,” you chide, yanking your hand free much to his dismay. receiving large betrayed eyes that follow after you moving to stand up. “you don’t get to set the rules here anymore.”

grabbing Jake by his shirt's collar, your heels dig into the floor to pull him out of his chair. pivoting against his limp weight to maneuver him onto the bed. he collapses back surprised, sitting up on his elbows with a loose jaw as he watches you mount his thigh.

“tell me exactly what you want, puppy.” you ask in a mocking voice. Jake crumbles underneath you, reaching for your waist with the most gentle desperate stare. 

“touch me, please touch me.” his pleading still comes out sweet despite the lewd request. 

“since you asked so nicely..” you smile playfully, walking your digits down the length of his torso like a spider just to make him wait longer. by now Jake’s fully hard, length fat where it protrudes obscenely from his dark grey sweats.

the wet spot on his boxers is enough to make you throb against his thigh. so wet and pilant, begging for you to jerk him off. he croons loudly when you finally wrap around his size. testing how hot and thick he feels in your grasp, you grind down imagining how well he could stretch you out. 

“you’re so wet Jakey, sticky and messy just like a stupid little pup.”

his hips jerk, pulsing in your palm at a fast speed. dropping flat, scrambling around himself for something to grab on to. 

Jake’s a mess, letting out hushed sobs near tears. tufts of his once neat hair stick out every way from turning his head side to side. the fabric of his shirt damp on his chest where a pool of sweat has formed clinging the material to his skin. body heat rising at high speed, the source sitting heavy in your hand where you begin to build a smooth stroke. circling up his fat shaft only to stop just as you reach the tip, digging your thumb into the slit that continues to ooze his pre-arousal.

“faster, pull harder.” he grits between grinding teeth. clutching at the bed topper ruining the crisp tucked in sheets.

“nuh-uh puppy,” you reprimand scoffing, hooking his chin between your fingers to look at you. “bad puppy, you know better than that.”

Jake nods with pleading eyes, exposing his gritted teeth as he whimpers again. “please, please tug harder.”

the room fills with the tune of ragged breath, shattered whines, desperate wails held back by sealed lips. it’s too easy to rile him up, shoving the bottom of his shirt up to sheath your nails into the carved line of his hip indentations. Jake responds to that beautifully, scrunching up, releasing a begging round of whines. 

“faster faster!” he’s too rabid, lapping and drooling on his lower lip leaving his chin shiny with saliva. 

“what did I just say?” you tut, smearing the drool onto his lips. he licks between your fingers wantonly, nodding animalistically. too high off his race for pleasure to show off his well trained manners anymore. “what a bad puppy.”

Jake releases a deep whine, dropping his head back unveiling the long alluring length of his throat. slipping lower, your fingers tingle as you choke his neck in your hold viscously. the blonde boy practically screams, coughing from the action asphyxiating his lungs.

“need to breathe?” you coo, passing the tip of your nose against the warmth emitting from his ruddy cheeks. “I’ll let you breathe when you cum for me.”

Jake writhes under your weight holding him down to the bed. chest rising and falling at a rapid speed the more your fingers dig into the veins bulging out of the sides of his throat. the lack of air reaching his brain starts to make him dizzy, attempting to blink the moisture clumping his eyelashes together.

pushing up with the hold on his throat, you grip just enough for traces of white to spot around your fingers on his reddened flesh. the lack of blood circulating under your grasp fills his brain, sighing as each thought leaves his mind. Jake’s cock jerks in your palm, hot and heavy at full mass. the tip just as red and tortured as his face.

“puppy,” you whisper hoarsely, sensing a strong burn in your biceps from overuse. the twitch his cock gives in your palm is enough to motivate you to continue. with a grin you repeat yourself, speaking in a coquettish manner. “puppy? you like when I do that?”

Jake’s iris completely disappears, meeting the back of his skull as you swipe across his slit consistently leaking pre-cum. a pulse throbs painfully between your fingers each time you say the nickname again, earning a breathy squeal from the back of his throat.

whimpering just like a little puppy too dumb to fend for himself. he snakes your wrist around his neck, silently begging for release with wide watery eyes.

“puppy thinks he deserves to cum?” you tut, squeezing at the base of his cock hard enough to have him trembling with clenched teeth. he nods frantically, jerking the thigh trapped between your legs. the dip in his back rises with a deep arch showing off the muscles deeply etched on his lower abdomen. muscles that would look so pretty painted artfully with a load of cum.

grinding your core on his flexed thigh, you release his neck to pump him with your fingers fisted around his angry cock. listening to the sound of his squeaky broken cries between the long winded deep breaths of air he takes. 

“fuck, oh fuck!” Jake whines, head spinning side to side as his brain reorganizes. a pinching heat rises from the end of his spine, buttcheeks clenched together with the rise of his hips chasing after your working palms. he splutters, cursing between coughs and moans, fisting up the pillows surrounding his head. “I’m cum—“

he shoots up with a back cracking arch, each gorgeous vein clearly pumping along his stretched throat more pronounced. socked feet kicking and tugging on the bedding as bursts of hot white arousal shoot up. 

your eyelashes flutter, soaking in the sounds and heat surrounding your bodies. more than half of his release fills your palm, dripping down your fingers past your wrist. 

Jake hisses as oversensitivity takes over, whining away from your touch with furrowed brows and eyes wrinkled shut. 

“is that too much for you puppy?” you mock tenderly, dragging your fingers through the mess of sticky liquid making way down to his emptied balls.

Jake whimpers, slumping back into the pile of pillows behind his head. sighing blissfully as the familiar scent of desire coated sweat fills his senses. the room still coated in the fragrant aroma of fresh cum and body heat.

clicking your tongue, you sit up crawling higher up his thigh, tracing the light lines developing on his throat. he blinks dreamily watching for your next move, plush bitten lips parted open.

“someone has to clean this up.” you nod to the puddle of mess on your hand. holding his gaze as your tongue laps up the fresh cum that’s somehow sweet after the initial bitter taste. just like candy as you expected.

“fuck.” Jake mumbles in disbelief, lifting his neck up to watch his arousal disappear behind your lips.

shimmying up to meet his line of sight, you take a hold of his jaw. the tops of your fingers seep into the hollow beneath his cheeks pushing his mouth to open further. slowly pushing the mixture of your saliva with his cum out between pursed lips. 

a guttural moan trails up from the back of Jake’s chest, spiraling free between gagging on the blend of fluids dribbling down his tongue. 

pushing his chin up, your lips just barely graze against his. licking up the last bits of spit that cling to the corners. “be a good boy and swallow.”

Jake finds your eyes, flustered and blinking maniacally. he pushes his head back to expose the expanse of his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he empties his mouth. lips popping open to show you how well he cleaned up.

the lewd image he presents you with ignites more heat in your gut than you’ve felt in months. observing the splotches of pink fading from his cheeks and bite marks left behind on his chewed bottom lip, you press down on his thigh with need. 

“thank you.” he says softly, tilting his head adorably in a coy manner.

before you can reply your phone pings, ignoring it until it sounds again letting you know it can only be one person. sighing, you roll off to the side to grab your phone from Jake’s desk. 

“we keep this up, maybe I’ll be on your phone screen next.” he smirks with his hands behind his head. one brow cocked arrogantly as if he hadn’t just begged worse than a puppy does for a treat.

instead of rolling your eyes, you take time to admire his skin glowing in the aftermath of reaching a heightened arousal. the way his bottom lip juts out just a bit more thanks to you. suppressing noisey helpless moans at your hands.

the photo on your phone screen lights up in your hands returning your attention to the one that occupies your mind the majority of the time. the one who’s always there in the back of your thoughts stopping you from experiences like

new text message from Heeseung: still studying?

“hey,” Jake pats the space by his side. “we still have an hour, come here.”

“one second.” you nod, swiping your phone open. ignoring the pang of guilt tickling your rapid heartbeat.

you: still studying.