DESIRE:UNLEASH

you fall back onto the bed, fingers tangling in jake’s hair as he makes a humming sound against you, the vibrations sends sparks up your spine.

jake is good at this, always has been, but tonight he’s showing off. his tongue traces slow circles around you before flicking at your opening and dragging up, seeking out the place where you need him most.

“oh”, you whine. “oh fuck.”

“the clitoris”, he says against you, pulling his head back enough to meet your gaze, eyes becoming glossy as if he wants something more. “did you know it has over eight thousand nerve endings? the most of any part of the human body.”

“jake.” you threaten, fingers finding his temple as he continues to suck gently on your clit, his other hand splayed over the juncture of your thigh and hip.

“its educational,” he teases.

you laugh, a high pitched giggle that turns into a moan when jake sucks your clit into his mouth. your hips buck upwards as he braces himself over you.

“you’re such a nerd,” you manage to say through your moans.

“you are dating a nerd,” he says against your skin. “you knew what you were getting into.”

jake eases two fingers into you as you groan, your head falling back. he uses the stretch of his fingers to find the place deep inside you that makes your whole body twitch. his fingers are long and beautifully angled, curling in just the right way to send another pulse of sensation through you.

“see?” he murmurs, his mouth pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “angles and vectors, all geometry.”

“shut up,” you gasp, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as you try to catch your breath. “ah— jake!”

“the g-spot is actually part of the clitoral structure,” he says, his fingers sliding in and out as his mouth finds your core again. “it all connects.”

“jake, i swear—”

“did you know that the clitoris is shaped like a wishbone?” he asks, tracing slow patterns along you with his tongue, working you over from bottom to top. you forget what you were about to say when he begins rolling his tongue over your clit in fast, shallow strokes.

you are so close, already writhing, and jake knows it, he always knows it. he knows your body the way he knows his textbooks, every little sound and reaction to a chapter he memorizes with devotion.

“you’re gonna come for me, baby?”

jake asks, his voice thick with something between amusement and need as his tongue skates over your thigh. “on my face? are you really going to do it? let’s test it, shall we?”

“your— fuck, glasses—!”

“forget the glasses.”

they are completely fogged over now, all opaque. its absurd, really, the way his tongue flicks over you in short bursts while his fingers curl inside you, making you dizzy with need. you can barely focus on what he says next.

“take them off,” you whine, practically begging. “jake— ”

“cant, im too busy recalling the theory of..” he says, practically purring. you find yourself laughing and whimpering at the same time.

“that doesnt even— thats not how it—”

“maybe physics isnt my strongest subject.” jake sighs dramatically before his tongue licks insistently at your folds, his fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. he manages to ignore the fog on his glasses long enough for you to climax, shuddering and whimpering his name as your thighs shake on either side of his head. jake hums against your skin.

“come on, baby,” he groans, voice rough. “let me taste it. let me have it.”

“ah— jake!”

“i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”

your orgasm rolls over you, until you are gasping your release into the air, your back arching violently. your fingers dig into jakes scalp, his hair splayed out on either side of your hips. jake licks at you determinedly until your whimpers die down, your body limp, exhausted.

you push his head away weakly.

jake grins, finally lifting himself off of you, his chin glistening. he peeks up at you, the lenses blurred with condensation.

“see?” he says, sliding them up his nose. “perfectly functional.”

“you can’t see a thing.” you scoff.

“i can see enough, princess.”

jake leans over you, his head hovering just above your torso as he peppering kisses all over your body. you taste yourself on his lips when his glasses press against your cheek, warm and fuzzy.

you lift his head by the back of his skull, kissing him thoroughly before sliding his glasses off his face.

“hey,” he whines, blinking up at you. his lashes cast shadows across his cheeks. jake’s face is softer without the frames.

“i was going for a look.” he mumbles softly.

you raise your eyebrows, “the look was clouded nerd who cant see.”

“hey, that’s a classic aesthetic!”

you laugh, pulling him down on top of you. jake melts against you, kissing your collarbone, his fingers finding the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thigh and hip.

“i could go again,” he murmurs, voice heavy with intent. “we could run another trial. for science.”

“for science,” you repeat, laughing when jake’s fingers push into you once more, coaxing another moan from your lips as his glasses sit on the nightstand, forgotten.

You hate him.

That's what you tell yourself, over and over again, as you angrily clean the kitchen of your shared apartment. Ignoring the incessant ringtone of your phone as it vibrates on the counter, your movements aggressive. Another argument, pointless and unnecessarily hurtful because Heeseung always has a way of saying exactly whatll get under your skin.

You were on vacation, allotted time to spend in your own home. Safe to say it was already going terribly. With a frustrated sigh you snatch your phone from the counter, leaning against it with a soft thud. Your notifications consist of several messages, mostly from Heeseung making some attempt to explain himself. You ignore them, opting to respond to Jake asking if the two of you were okay. Of course Heeseung told him, he always does. Dropping your phone back onto the counter, an exasperated sigh leaves you as your fingers card through your hair. A few beats pass of you staring blankly at the tiled floor before the sound of the front door opening startles you back to the present. You're immediately agitated again, that familiar tinge of anger prickling under your skin.

"Hey," Heeseung speaks as he enters the kitchen, looking just as frustrated as you. "You seriously just left like that?"

You scoff, turning your back to him and picking up a rag to wipe down the counters so you have something to do with your hands.

"Sounded like that's what you wanted when you told me off." There's a bite in your words, but also an undertone of hurt.

Heeseung drove you insane in the worst way possible. You've had it bad for him since very early in your idol career together. You were close, but the two of you had always been very opinionated people. Disagreements were inevitable - you were able to work them out most times. Others? You clashed like tonight.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Heeseung sighs, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder but you're quick to step away from his touch, eyes still glued to the counter as you work out a particularly stubborn stain from last night's dinner. "You know how I get. I didn't mean it."

"Did you?" Your voice raises half a fraction, brows knitted together in frustration. Your grip on the cloth is so tight your knuckles are white. "It hurts, Hee. We get into these stupid arguments and you talk to me like you actually hate me or something."

That makes Heeseung freeze.

"It hurts."

"Like you actually hate me or something."

Your words replay in his mind, his intense gaze glued to your profile. It's as if something finally clicked into place for him. His jaw is set tight, mulling over his next words carefully before speaking.

"I don't hate you, you know that." He pauses, rephrasing with a sigh "I don't hate you. I just get frustrated and say stupid shit." There's a small hint of desperation in his voice, and you refuse to look at him because you know the look on his face will kill you.

When you don't respond, he tries again. "I regret saying those things to you. I know I should slow the fuck down when I get mad. I don't mean to hurt you."

Your jaw clenches tight, something sizzling under your skin as you listen to his words quietly. With a small sigh, you turn to the sink to wet the cloth in your hand.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Forget it."

That tips him over the edge.

Heeseung closes the space between you in an instant, a firm hand on your shoulder as he spins you around. Before you even have a chance to snap at him, his lips are on yours - it's not sweet, tongues and teeth and intensity. Like he needs you to understand something. Like he needs you to listen. Your heart pounds against your ribs, and before you can even think about it, you're returning the kiss. You struggle to keep up with him, crowding you against the counter as his hands grip at your waist.

He breaks away only when you push at his chest for air, intense eyes locked onto your own. He's breathing heavy, searching for something in your gaze. The closeness makes your head spin - or maybe it's just the lack of air that you're still trying to recover from. You want to look away from him, break the eye contact, but he won't let you. When you try a hand comes up to hold your jaw in place, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight touch.

"Don't ever say that it doesn't matter again." His voice is a whisper, but the weight is all the same. It's not a request, but a demand. His tone sends pinpricks up your spine, hands gripping the side of the counter on either side of you like a lifeline. Something has shifted in the air, and you're unsure how to feel about it. Something inside you doesn't want it to stop.

"Heeseung-"

"Don't." He cuts you off, dangerous gaze breaking from your eyes to trail down to your lips, then further still. "Lemme prove it to you."

Heeseung's lips are on you, then, soft open-mouthed kisses cascading from your jaw down to the skin of your neck. It leaves you gasping, brain struggling to catch up with the sudden switch. Even still, you make no effort to push him away.

"What-" Your voice is unsteady, "What do you mean?" You manage out, barely holding back a quiet whine as his lips press against a particularly sensitive spot.

You can feel his smile against your skin, his hands pulling your body against his by the hips. "Let me prove that I don't hate you. That I don't mean all those stupid things I said." His voice is lower now, a tone that makes you feel weak in the knees. His teeth graze over your pulse point, and that's when you know you're gone.

"Fuck, Hee," You sigh out, gripping at the front of his hoodie. Your head lulls back, allowing him more access to you. He takes the opening happily, begining to suck hickies into the soft skin of your neck that you're definitely going to stress about covering later. His hands slip up under your tank top, fabric riding up with the action. The coldness of his touch makes you shiver, one of your hands bracing on the counter as his lips crash onto yours again. This time, you meet him with just as much need.

Heeseung handles you with intent. Lifting you up onto the counter like he leads the heavy situation - and he does. You whine into the kiss when his hips press into your own, hands coming up to tangle into messy burgundy hair. When he breaks away he just looks at you. Eyes taking in your features till you're squirming under his gaze. It pulls that evil, easy smile onto his kiss-swollen lips and it makes your heart jump. Suddenly you're unsure if you're going to survive whatever's in store tonight.

"So perfect." Heeseung whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. It catches you a little off guard - the tenderness of it. His lips leave more gentle kisses across your face, till he inevitably ends up with his face buried into your neck yet again. His hands grip at your thighs, pulling a needy noise past your lips. He chases the high your reactions give him, biting down into the space between your shoulder and neck. Not enough to cause any real pain - just enough to feel it.

You whine, head hitting the cabinet door behind you with a soft thud. "Heeseung." Your voice sounds so foreign to you, a want laced through it that you don't recognize. You wanted to be angry with him still. To put up more of a fight than this. Your hands fisted into the front of his hoodie, pulling him impossibly closer even though your mind screamed at you to push him away. Arguments aside, this was one of your best friends. One of your group mates. Things would get very, very complicated if you didn't stop right now. Unfortunately (or not) for both of you, neither of you were going to do that.

"It's okay, baby." He responds as if he knows exactly what's racing through your mind, hands roaming freely across your body. "Just focus on me, let me take care of it. " His hips press into yours firmly, set on emptying your mind of all those thoughts. It makes your breath catch in your throat, exhaling shakily when you finally get it out.

With no protest from you, Heeseung grinds against you again. The groan that leaves him paired with the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against your core downright intoxicating. He sets a slow, head spinning pace. Lips latching onto your neck and shoulders as his hands grip at your thighs to hold you in place. You whine out his name, a hand coming up to fist into his hair again. You feel overwhelmed at the onslaught of pleasure, the way he holds you down and leaves no room for negotiation.

"That's it, pretty boy." His voice is against your ear, your mind all but short circuiting at the pet name. Pretty boy. It made you gasp, face getting impossibly hotter hearing the way your reaction made him laugh - breathy and satisfied.

"You like that, hm?" Heeseung says softly, teeth nipping at your ear "Like when I call you names?" His pace doesn't let up, and you're sure he can feel the way you're starting to soak through your boxers.

"Mm- Mhmm." You manage out pathetically, biting harshly at your lip when he lifts his head to meet your gaze. There's a pull about him, an intensity that demands control. Something natural about him that has sent you into quiet frenzies at the worst times. Especially now, it made you ache to do anything he wanted of you.

A low, satisfied hum leaves him, a hand coming up to cradle your jaw. His thumb drags across your bottom lip. "My pretty puppy."

Your heart jumps in your chest, his words going straight to the ache between your legs.

His.

"Heeseung, please." Your plea earns you that smug smile again, his hands disappearing under the thin fabric of your tank top.

"Don't want me to call you mine?" His hands move higher.

"I…" You hesitate, still present nerves stopping you for a moment. His thumbs brush along the surgical scars sitting neatly under your pecs, and your heart swells.

"I do." You sound sure, reverent as you look him in the eyes. With a hungry smile, Heeseung leans in to kiss you again. It's sloppier than the last, moaning into his mouth as he presses himself against you again. It gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, kissing you like he's starving for it.

You're already a mess, meeting the slow grind of his hips as much as you can. A part of you was still screaming at you in the back of your mind - wondering what the hell you were doing crossing an uncrossable line with your best friend. It got quieter with each passing moment. Each maddening roll of Heeseung's hips against your own.

You break the kiss first this time, raising your arms when Heeseung lifts your tank top up over your head. The fabric gets tossed somewhere behind him, quickly forgotten as his hands latch back onto your body. They slide up from your hips, to your waist, to your chest. His eyes follow the movement - enraptured.

"You're perfect." His eyes flit up to your own before he's dipping his head down, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones. The feeling sends little zaps of pleasure through you, a breathy moan escaping past your lips against your will. Heeseung's kisses trail down to your chest, leaving little love bites in his wake. It sends a feeling of euphoria through you, unable to help the small, breathy laugh that leaves you as your fingers card through his hair. You felt loved, like your chest was going to burst with the weight of it. He trails kisses along your surgical scars, then, light and sweet.

"Want you, babyboy." He hums against your skin, slowly coming back up to press a lingering kiss to your lips "Can I have you?"

The question makes your head spin, cheeks dusted in a warm, rosy color as your muddled brain takes a moment to fully process the weight of his words. He wants you. Wants to make you his. Heeseung.

You never thought the night would go this way - starting with a painful argument, now quickly leading into sleeping with your best friend. Though something tells you that after this, that label won't be so sufficient anymore. With a shaky breath, you give him a small nod. Your voice coming out so quiet it's barely a whisper when you finally speak.

"I'm yours."

Something kick-starts inside him, then. His hands hook under your thighs, kissing you hungrily as he easily lifts you up off of the counter. Your arms latch around his neck for purchase, whining into the kiss as he makes the familiar walk towards his room.

Once you pass the threshold of the door, he's kicking it shut with his foot. He breaks the kiss with a groan, tossing you down onto his bed before yanking his hoodie off. He tosses it aside, wasting no time in closing the space between you again. His hands slide under your knees, a yelp forcing it's way out of you as he pulls you under him. Caged beneath him, your hands press against his chest. His skin feels feverish under your touch, letting your fingers trace down along his torso.

Heeseung makes a satisfied hum at your actions, letting you enjoy it for a few more beats before he's kissing his way down your body. Once he reaches your stomach, he's slipping his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants. You feel a pang of self consciousness hit you, realizing what he's wanting to do. You squirm a little beneath him, a soft whine as your fingers find their way into his hair.

"Don't worry, baby." He hums, gaze gentle as he looks up at you. Your hand moves from his hair to cup his jaw, and he turns his head to kiss your palm. "Wanna make you feel good." You bite your lip, the look in his eyes bordering on filthy as he stares up at you, waiting on your response. He looks like he needs it. Like he's starving. You're so, so very aware of the ache between your legs, the way your underwear is soaked through. The way you need him too.

So, with a soft, quiet noise you lift your hips just enough to allow him to pull your pants and boxers down in one slow, agonizing motion. The noise that leaves him at the sight of you is sinful. Stopping you from closing your legs with a hand pressed to your knee.

"Fuck, you're beautiful." He's breathless, hand sliding down to your inner thigh. His lips follow closely behind, featherlight kisses trailing closer and closer to where you need him as he settles between your thighs. You only find yourself getting impossibly more flustered. It settling on you that this is actually happening as you watch him make himself at home between your legs. His gaze holds you hostage as his head dips down, pressing a wet, teasing kiss to your aching cunt. It makes you gasp, legs twitching as they try to clamp shut but Heeseung stops them. His arms hook around your thighs, holding you open. You can't go anywhere. Can't squirm away. Can't hide from his eyes. You're trapped, right where he wants you. It just makes you wetter, certain you're dripping onto his bedsheets already.

Now that he has you trapped, Heeseung goes back in. His tongue licks against you, firm and slow, drawing a moan from you as he takes his time savoring the taste of you. Your hands find their way into his hair, head falling back onto the pillows as he circles his tongue around your clit. He moans against you, the feeling of it making you whine out his name.

"Taste so fuckin' good, baby." He groans, lips wrapping around your clit before you have a chance to get your bearings. The sensation has you seeing stars, so much more sensitive to it since things have changed on hormones. It's maddening, the way he swaps from sucking you off and dipping his tongue into you. His hands grip at your thighs, nails digging into soft flesh just enough to leave crescent shaped marks behind. When you tug at his hair at a particularly harsh swipe of his tongue, he groans, doubling down as he pulls you impossibly closer against his face. It makes you cry out, barely realizing that you've started grinding against his face - not that he gives you any indication that it's at all a problem.

You're so pleasantly overwhelmed, senses so full of him that it has that coil in your stomach drawing tighter by the second. You can't think of anything else, your mind a muddled mess of Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung-

"Want you to cum on my face, pretty boy." His words make you whine, thighs trembling as he watches you fall apart on his tongue. Any preservations you had before were gone, so lost in the way he made you feel.

"Fuck, Hee- I'm gonna-" You barely manage out before another breathy moan is drawn out of you. Heeseung doesn't stop, keeps doing exactly what he's doing. He takes your clit back into his mouth, sucking with just the right pressure to push you over the edge with a broken moan of his name. Your vision whites out for a moment, whimpering as he works you through your orgasm, only stopping when you weakly push at his head.

Heeseung lifts his head up, looking like an absolutely gorgeous mess. His hair is disheveled from your hands, lips swollen and glistening, and he has the most satisfied look on his face. He was going to be the death of you.

"Such a good boy for me." He hums, his voice having a bit of a gravel to it, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before he's crawling up on top of you. You're quick to pull him into a kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Your skin was buzzing with pleasure, but you still wanted more. Still needed him.

He pulls away, pressing sloppy kisses along your jaw. "My pretty puppy tastes so good." It's sinful, the way he talks to you.

"Please don't stop calling me that." You whine, desperate.

Heeseung nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, smiling at the way you shiver. "Such a filthy little thing. Anything you want, baby."

One of his hands leaves you to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, making easy work of pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his leaking cock. You nearly whine at the sight of him, taking in the size, and the way he's dripping pre-cum.

He can't help but smirk at your reaction, hands running along your thighs as he sits up between them. He lazily strokes his cock as he looks down at you, hungry eyes taking in every detail of your perfect body.

"Thought about you like this so many times," He says with a groan, head tilting to the side slightly as his hand continues the agonizingly slow pace up and down his length. "Spread out on my bed. Looking so fucking needy for me."

You whine. He's teasing you now, somehow showing a barely controlled restraint even after making you cum once already. He's seconds from losing it, but he wants to savour every second of this. Draw it out as long as he can.

"I know you've thought about me too." He says with a lazy, smug grin. "Apartment's got thin walls, y'know." His free hand squeezes at your thigh, reveling in the way you squirm beneath him.

"Heeseung, please." You sound fucked out already, full on whimpering when he teasingly drags the head of his cock through your slick folds.

"Gonna have to use your words, babyboy." The head of his cock presses against your swollen clit, making your hips buck involuntarily. Your whole body felt hot, gripping at the sheets beneath you as he continued the slow, torturous grind of his hips.

"Please," You gasp, feeling so exposed beneath his intense gaze, "Please fuck me." You finally get it out, the grin tugging at his lips making the aching want inside you impossibly worse.

"That's it, good boy." He doesnt make you wait any longer, satisfied hum in his throat as he guides the head of his cock to press into you. It's a delicious burn that has you moaning out his name. The slow drag of his cock stretching you out as he buries himself to the hilt with a breathy "Fuck,".

You feel so full. Your senses going haywire as your body adjusts to his size. His hands soothe over your thighs, leaning over you to lock you in a messy, unhurried kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as he starts a slow pace. Slowly pulling out nearly to the tip before he's pushing back into you with a groan.

Your head feels hazy, moaning into his mouth with each thrust as he fucks you into the mattress with slow, maddening precision. When he breaks the kiss, there's a string of spit connecting you together. The grin on his lips might just be the hottest thing you've ever seen - knowing he knows you're so gone for him there's no going back.

Heeseung's pace picks up, hands pressing your thighs down into the mattress to keep you spread open for him.

"Fuck, baby. Taking me so well - like you were made for this dick." He groans, fucking into you like he owns you, and really, he knows that he does - and so do you.

"So fuckin' full." You slur, hand gripping the sheets above your head to keep your body from inching up the mattress. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, thighs trembling in his hold as he thrusts into you.

"Yeah? Feels good, doesn't it puppy?" A particularly rough thrust of his has him cursing, keeping up the harsh pace as he presses a hand to your lower stomach. "Fuck- You're so perfect for me."

You cry out, struggling to hold his gaze as you take everything he gives you, because it's all you can do. His free hand braces beside your head on the mattress, fully leaned over you. You're caged in - completely surrounded by the way his larger frame traps you.

"Heeseung," You whine at the way his hand stays pressed firm against your stomach, forcing you to really feel every single thrust deep inside you. You swear you're seeing stars, tears starting to pinprick at the edges of your vision from the intensity.

"You can take it, baby." His hips snap into you, each thrust accompanied with the obscene sounds of him fucking into you. It feels like that coil inside you is about to snap, your thighs trembling from the pleasure.

"M'gonna cum - Hee please." You whimper, broken and needy as his hand moves from your stomach to your neck. Not enough pressure to cut off air flow, but enough for you to feel it. You can tell he's close too, thrusts becoming less controlled, groans muddling into soft whines.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock." His voice is breathy, a mess himself but the command is still there. With a few more rough thrusts you're coming undone beneath him with a cry. He doesn't stop, chasing his own high as he fucks into you.

"So fucking good for me. So pretty falling apart under me." He growls, dropping onto his elbows and biting down onto your shoulder with a broken whine as his thrusts get sloppier, still slamming into you all the way with each mind numbing snap.

Your hands find purchase on his back, leaving pretty red lines as you whine and whimper beneath him, stimulation bordering on too much as he uses you to chase his own release. When his teeth finally dislodge from your shoulder, it aches, and you just know it's going to leave a nasty bruise. The thought just makes your head swim more.

Heeseung bites you again, conscious just enough to be a bit nicer about it this time. He revels in this way you cry out for him, hands gripping harshly into the sheets as he finally slams into you once more with a whine he'd be embarrassed about if he wasn't fucking you senseless.

"Take it, fuck-" He cums hard, the feeling of him filling you up pulling a downright pathetic moan from your lips. He's breathing heavy, panting above you as he struggles to hold his weight so he doesn't collapse on top of you. He peppers tender kisses along the bites he left - a silent apology.

"Hee," It's all you can get you, feeling so fuzzy and fucked out you can barely think. Heeseung kisses your forehead, then your nose, then locks his lips over yours. It's slow, sloppy. Coming down from your shared high as he soothes his hands up and down your sides.

He breaks away with a lazy smile, hissing softly when he slowly pulls out of you. It makes you whine, the slow drag against your sensitive walls, followed by the emptiness. Heeseung sits up on his knees, running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face as his eyes lock onto your cunt - dripping with his cum. The sight makes him groan, rubbing his hands over your thighs.

"Fuck, baby." He says, voice quiet. His gaze on you makes you squirm a little, suddenly feeling shy. He just smiles, leaning down to kiss you again.

"Lemme clean you up." He's moving off of the bed now, to your dismay, tucking himself back into his pants before disappearing into the bathroom for just a moment. When he comes back he has a cloth in his hand, climbing back onto the bed. He sits between your legs, gentle as he begins cleaning you up. The sensation of the warm cloth on your over-sensitive body making you jolt a little at the first contact.

"I know." He smiles, finishing up before he's moving again. "Only gotta leave one more time, I promise." He reassures you. You pout, tiredness quickly creeping up on you as you watch him exit the room again. When he returns, hes got a glass of water. He rounds the bed, setting it on the nightstand before swapping his jeans out for a pair of loose sweatpants. Finally he joins you back in his bed, adjusting the pillows before pulling you against him. You settle right in, a satisfied hum as he kisses the top of your head.

"Here, baby," His tone is soft, guiding as he grabs the glass and holds it up to you. You let him hold it as you drink, three big gulps to satisfy your dry throat before he sets it back on the nightstand. You cuddle back into him, face burying into the crook of his neck.

"I hope none of that was too much." He rubs your back soothingly, keeping you pressed close against him. His face nuzzles into your hair with a contented sigh.

"Was perfect." You whisper, sleep threatening to take hold of you as he pulls the comforter up over the two of you. He can't help but smile, heart swelling in his chest.

"M'glad."

Nothing more needs to be said. Not right now, anyway. You'll deal with whatever that may look like in the morning. Right now, pressed close to one another, everything felt right. Everything felt like this is how it was supposed to be.

Jay, on the other hand, belonged to the people. As captain of the swim team that hadn’t lost a single meet since he joined in freshman year, he was popular and effortlessly charming. So that in turn meant their shared campus housing had a revolving door of bodies—Jay brought back guys from the soccer team, girls from his marketing lectures and anyone and everyone in between. He was both fluid and confident, just entirely unbothered by anyone that was watching.

And Jake sure did watch. He tried not to though but the apartment was only so big.

Every time Jay brought someone back, Jake would put on his noise canceling headphones and stare at his chemistry structures, trying to ignore the heavy thudding against the shared wall or the moans and groans coming from whatever Jay was doing to his hookups.

But it was impossible to ignore Jay himself.

Jake had thought Jay was handsome from the very first day they unpacked their boxes and it only got worse over the time they lived there. Jay had this habit of walking around the apartment completely shirtless after his morning showers, his dark hair would be damp and messy and he would lounge in the kitchen making coffee, wearing nothing but a pair of gray pajama pants that hung dangerously low on his hips, exposing the oh so defined lines of his v line and the broad expanse of his toned chest.

Jake would sit at the kitchen island with his eyes glued to his textbook and his throat going totally dry every time Jay leaned over the island to tease him about being a nerd. He would memorize the way the morning light hit the muscles of Jay's back and try to ignore the strange feeling he’d get in his lower abdomen and in his chest that he kept strictly hidden behind his awkward demeanor.

He was just the nerdy roommate and Jay was the star.

The quiet hum of the refrigerator was usually the loudest sound in the apartment on most afternoons. Jake sat at the kitchen island as usual, surrounded by his notebooks, like a highlighters and index card defense perimeter against the rest of the world. He was mid formula, falling deeper as his mind became occupied by molecular bonds, when the door to Jay's bedroom clicked open.

Jake didn't look up immediately but his focus instantly fractured in a way he couldn’t control. He could hear the familiar drag of Jay's slippers on the floor and out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sight that always made his throat constrict—those soft gray pajama pants hanging dangerously low on Jay's hips, exposing his chiseled body to him.

But instead of heading for the coffee maker, Jay stopped right at the other side of the island and with a loud thud, a medium sized, flesh toned mass of premium silicone rolled onto the smooth marble, right over Jake's carefully organized flashcards. It was half a torso, complete with double sided openings and perfectly molded thighs.

Jake's heart didn't just skip a beat, it actually stopped because his worst nightmare had just materialized directly on top of his homework.

"Care to explain this beauty, pretty boy?" Jay asked, dropping his weight against the counter and crossing his arms over his bare chest. An incredibly smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he looked down at the toy, then back up at Jake.

A violent heat exploded across Jake's face, rushing from his neck straight to the tips of his ears. He looked like he'd been caught doing something that could land him in jail rather than just holding onto a horrible gag gift from his lab partners. He scrambled to cover the item with a notebook but his hands were shaking so badly he dropped his pen and the book.

"Why—why were you even in my room?" Jake squeaked in a shaky voice, trying to find an offensive angle. "That was under my bed. You shouldn't be snooping through my stuff, Jay."

"I wasn't snooping, I was looking for the laptop charger you borrowed last week," Jay drawled, too entirely unbothered by the accusation.

He stepped closer and shot a hand out to lazily tap the silicone base of the toy with his index finger, watching the material jiggle slightly. "But then I hit a massive box with a giant label that practically screamed 'Jake is hiding something filthy.' I gotta say, Jake, I didn't think you had it in you."

"It's not mine! I didn't buy it!" Jake panicked, his fingers digging into the edge of the marble as he stared anywhere but at Jay's face or his defined pecs. "My lab partners sent it as a joke because I lost a bet on a quiz. I was going to throw it away, I swear."

Jay responded with a laugh, adjusting his stance so he was nearly at Jake's eye level. The clean scent of his body wash and his cologne completely overran Jake's senses, making his brain glitch even further.

"Sure, a joke," Jay teased while his eyes gleamed with malicious amusement. He tilted his head and let his voice drop into a direct tone. "So, have you fucked it yet?"

"No!" Jake shouted, the protest coming out of him way too fast and too loud in the quiet kitchen. He practically bounced out of his chair, burning a shade of red that looked physically painful. "No, I haven't! I would never touch that thing!"

Jay didn't back down at all. Instead, his smirk shifted into something actually genuinely curious, his eyes tracked the frantic rise and fall of Jake's chest. "Why not?" Jay asked, dangerously straightforward. "This is a high end model. High friction coefficient, right? Isn't that what you guys call it? Why wouldn't you try it out..." Jay paused and narrowed his eyes slightly as a sudden realization hit him. "...unless you're a scared virgin?"

Jake's mouth snapped shut so fast his teeth clicked and he instantly looked down at the floor, darting his eyes quickly between the pattern on the hard wood floor and his own slippers, his hands gripping the hem of his hoodie like a lifeline. The silence stretching between them was louder than any confession he could have possibly made, it made Jay let out a disbelieving whistle and the cocky smirk made its way back to his face with absolute certainty. "Holy shit. You actually are."

"I'm not—it's just none of your business," Jake muttered to the floor but his voice too thick with embarrassment and he sounded like he was about to choke.

"Hey, there's no shame in it," Jay said but his tone was dripping with nothing short of amusement. He picked up the heavy silicone torso from the table, turning it over in his hands with a casual ease that made Jake want to disappear on the spot. "I'm just saying, if you wanted to start practicing, you couldn't have handed a better tool. Look at this thing."

Jay tapped the molded upper thigh of the toy, pointing directly at the two separate, anatomically detailed openings on either end. "It's got options, pretty boy. Both holes. You know? Just in case you ever want to try out some ass play or if you end up experimenting with a guy."

At the word guy, Jake's head snapped up so violently that Jay heard his neck practically pop. His eyes went completely wide and his pupils blew out, like a frantic wave of panic overtook his embarrassment. He stared at Jay, trying to control the way his chest was heaving under his hoodie but it was useless, he was utterly incapable of hiding the raw shock that the comment had triggered.

Jay halted for a fleeting moment, latching his eyes instantly onto Jake's hyper reactive expression. The teasing smile on Jay's lips slowly morphed into something much sharper and his eyebrows lifted in realization.

"Oooh," Jay hummed out, stepping around the island until the low waistband of his pajama pants was right in Jake's line of sight. "You like guys?"

"No! I—that's not—"

"Don't lie, Jake. Your face is literally purple right now," Jay interrupted him, leaning his hands on the table and tilting his head to force Jake to look him in the eye. The proximity was suffocating, Jake could feel the heat radiating off Jay's bare chest, he could see the slight ripple of his abdominal muscles as he breathed.

Jay's eyes darkened and a new, dangerously playful glint entered his gaze as he ran a slow look down Jake's flushed face and back up.

"So, the quiet roommate likes dudes," Jay murmured in a gravelly register that made Jake's stomach do a violent flip. He closed the distance a little more, staring right at Jake's trembling lips. "Tell me then...am I your type?"

Jay cocked his head to the side when Jake shook his head no, with a lazy grin on his face, he was clearly enjoying the way he had the chemistry major pinned against the edge of the table using nothing but proximity.

"Why?" Jay asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, speculative drawl. "Is it because of how I look? What, are you into twinks or something?"

Jake's jaw dropped slightly, the total absurdity of the question temporarily cutting through his sheer panic. He looked at Jay's broad, tanned shoulders, the heavy definition of his chest and the solid line of his jaw, noting how there wasn't a single fragile or delicate thing about him.

"No," Jake muttered bluntly, his voice cracking a little on the syllable.

Jay nodded in easy agreement, absolutely unfazed. "Fair enough. That makes sense, to be fair. Twinks don't usually like other twinks, anyway."

The words hung in the air for a second before Jake's brain fully processed them. The blatant insult to his entire masculine identity overrode his embarrassment, now all he could feel was a hot burst of flustered annoyance.

"I'm not a twink!" Jake snapped, slamming his hands down onto his notebook as he glared up at Jay with indignant eyes.

Jay didn't even blink at his outburst, he just let his eyes slide slowly down Jake's frame again, taking in the hoodie that swallowed his shoulders, his soft, messy hair and the way he was practically trembling from the whole confrontation before bringing his gaze back up to Jake's burning face.

"Sure," Jay said smoothly but Jake could hear the dismissive irony that said everything it needed to.

A suffocating silence immediately dropped over the kitchen and Jake sat there with his hands still pressed against his homework and his face still burning a shade of red that felt so hot. He wanted to get up and sprint back into his room, lock the door and never come out until graduation but his legs felt too much like lead.

And it wasn't helping that Jay didn't seem to want to move an inch, he didn't look away either, keeping he's eyes on Jake's flushed cheeks with a calculating intensity that made Jake's stomach twist into anxious knots.

He could hear his own heartbeat drumming in his ears, terrified of what Jay was going to say next, yet entirely incapable of breaking the spell.

"You know," Jay started, "Since you've never done anything before...do you want me to show you how to use it?"

Jake actually managed to scoff at, just a defensive sound that didn't quite cover the tremor in his voice. He crossed his arms over his chest and even managed to look Jay in the eye for all but five seconds.

"Right because that sounds like an amazing idea," Jake sarcastically muttered. "I'll pass on becoming your next casual conquest, Jay. I really don't feel like being the subject of a random group chat by tomorrow morning."

The smug smirk vanished from Jay's face and he straightened up slightly as his eyebrows knit together. He looked genuinely caught off guard by Jake's words, eyes searching Jake's with an unexpected seriousness.

"What?" Jay asked. "Why the hell would you say that? Genuinely, Jake, what do you think I am?"

Jay was surprised Jake didn't back down at the sight of his annoyance, in fact he rolled his eyes dramatically, even though his heart was hammering against his ribs at the sudden shift in Jay's demeanor. He gestured vaguely toward the hallway and the front door of their apartment.

"Oh, come on. Do I need to spell it out for you? Look at all the people you bring back here every week. Guys, girls, whoever. It's like a brothel here sometimes," Jake said and Jay definitely noticed the bitter edge in his voice slipping out before he could stop it. He clamped his jaw shut for a second, then looked away. "I live here. I have to study here. I don't want to be just another random person on your list."

Jay stared at him for a long beat, letting the silence stretch out between them before we spoke up again.

"Wow," Jay murmured, his voice low and amused. "I had absolutely no idea you were such a fucking brat."

"No, I'm not!" Jake's face flared an even deeper red, his defense perimeter completely collapsing. He shoved his chair back, the legs screeching loudly against the floor. "Just—leave me alone, Jay. Go back to your room."

"Alright, alright. Suit yourself," Jay said easily, shrugging his broad shoulders.

He didn't argue. What he did do, was reach down and wrap his long hands around the waist of the sex toy to lift it off the marble island and casually tuck it under his arm.

Then he turned around and began walking toward the hallway.

Jake froze, his eyes going wide as he watched Jay walk away with the joke gift.

"Wait—what?" Jake called out in a shocked, high pitched squeak. "Where are you going with that?"

Jay didn't even look back at him, he just kept walking down the dimly lit hallway toward his bedroom, his voice echoing loudly off the walls as he shouted back over his shoulder.

"Well, you said you're never gonna touch it," Jay called out, his tone entirely unbothered and too practical. "And it's a really nice model. So if you won't fuck it, I will."

Jake's brain completely fired off a dozen emergency alarms at once. Before he could even process the absolute absurdity of what he was doing, his legs carried him out of the kitchen and straight down the hallway after Jay.

"Hey! Wait! Stop!" Jake yelled, skidding to a halt right at the threshold of Jay's open doorway. He reached out, his fingers desperately clawing at the cool silicone of the object, trying to wrench it out from under Jay's arm. "Give it back! It's mine! It was literally addressed to me!"

Jay stopped, turning his upper body just enough to lock Jake in place but he didn't relax his grip even a little. He looked down at Jake's frantic face with a mix of disbelief and sheer amusement.

"Are you serious right now?" Jay scoffed, easily keeping the toy pinned against his ribs casie Jake had nothing on him. "You literally just said you would never touch this thing. You screamed it in the kitchen, Jake. So what do you care if I use it?"

"It's the principle of the thing!" Jake lied through his teeth as he yanked hard on the molded leg. "It's my property! You can't just steal my—"

"Watch me," Jay grunted and with an effortless twist of his shoulders, Jay used his athletic leverage to just rip the toy out of Jake's hands. The new loss of momentum almost made Jake trip forward into the room. Jay didn't waste a second, he had turned his back on Jake and casually walked deeper into his bedroom, tossing the heavy torso onto the center of his unmade mattress with a heavy plop.

Jake didn't even know what to do right at the threshold, his hands still twitching from the tussle, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He should have turned around, gone back to his organic chemistry flashcards and pretended his roommate wasn't a complete fucking lunatic.

Instead, a paralysis locked his slippers to the floor and to his absolute but deeply aroused horror, he just couldn't tear his eyes away.

Jay calmly walked over to his nightstand, opening the top drawer and pulling out a thick, black tube of premium lubricant. He didn't look rushed or embarrassed one bit, he looked too casual for what he was about to do, like he was just setting up a video game console. He walked back to the edge of the bed, unscrewed the cap and tilted the bottle over the toy.

With a few deliberate squeezes, Jay squirted a generous dollop of the clear gel directly into the top opening of the toy and then another heavy amount into the lower channel. The sweet vanilla scent of the lube instantly began to drift into the air of the bedroom.

Jay capped the tube, set it down on the mattress and finally turned his head to look directly at Jake, who was still standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights.

"So," Jay murmured, reaching his hands down to the waistband of his pajama pants. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me?"

Jake's jaw clicked open but his brain was so thoroughly fried by the visual that he couldn't form a single thought, let alone a coherent sentence.

Jay was already pushing his pants and boxers all the way down past his hips, letting them pool around his thighs, making Jake let out an involuntary gasp, his hands tightening against the wood of the doorframe.

Jay was massive, so thick and already fiercely erect, his cock stood out proudly against the dark stubble of hair at his groin, pressing upward toward his stomach. It was completely different from seeing it through the thin fabric of his pants, the intimidating reality of it made Jake's heart hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird.

No wonder all those people couldn't shut up for their lives.

Jay didn't stop there though, he settled himself against the pile of pillows at the head of his bed with his legs spread wide. He wrapped his long fingers around the thick base of his hard length and gave it two slow pumps, the skin sliding taut as he prepped himself.

He gripped torso toy with both hands to lift it before aligning it perfectly and sinking it all the way down his thick length in one smooth, unyielding motion.

A groan tore left him and he briefly closed his eyes. "Fuck..." he muttered, his jaw clenching tight, as if he was adjusting to the intense suction.

The scene was completely surreal, like a chaotic blur of heat and shamelessness that Jake's brain couldn't process. He watched, rooted to his spot as Jay began a slow pace, bouncing the weighted torso up and down on his cock. The suctioned squelch of the lubricated silicone sliding against Jay's skin quickly filled the quiet bedroom.

Jake felt a sudden throb between his own thighs. Within seconds, his cock went rock hard against the fabric of his shorts, the heightened friction caused a hot drop of pre cum to leak through his boxers. It was entirely too hot, watching the captain of the swim team losing his cool composure over a piece of plastic right in front of him was ruining every protective instincts Jake had built.

He started to spiral. What's the worst that could happen? he thought desperately. He was a recluse, no one on campus knew who he was anyway. If he crossed this line, it would probably stay behind the closed door of this apartment.

Jay's eyes suddenly snapped open, completely dark with arousal. He looked directly at Jake and shifted up his pace into a faster one.

"Jake," Jay panted, shoving the toy down to his base again. "Holy shit...it's so fucking tight. The suction is insane."

To emphasize the point, Jay kept his cock fucking into the toy but his left hand snaked around to the back of the silicone torso to align his long fingers with the second opening—the back hole. He slid two of his thick fingers straight into the lubricated channel, pushing them in deep and fingering it open.

Jay let out another loud moan, his spine arching off the pillows as his own fingers stretched the internal ridges of the toy from the other side. "F-Fuck...you have no idea what you're missing, baby boy."

That was the absolute breaking point. The sight of Jay's long fingers working the back opening of the silicone, paired with that challenging rumble in his voice, absolutely broke whatever restraint Jake had left. His social anxieties disappeared and he could no longer ignore the ache in his groin for a second longer.

Without saying a word, Jake reached down and shoved his shorts and boxers straight down to his knees. He kicked them off with a clumsy shake of his legs and began to shuffle over to the edge of the mattress.

Jay's eyes dropped before his dark pupils got even wider as he took in the sight of Jake's rock hard cock. A low, appreciative whistle escaped his lips.

"Damn," Jay growled, his pace on the toy stuttering for a fraction of a second. "Is that what you've been hiding under those baggy clothes? You're fucking huge."

"Jay, please," Jake whimpered, the praise hitting his ears felt like a physical jolt and made his cock throb violently. He crawled onto the mattress on his hands and knees, his thighs trembling as he hovered over the lower half of the silicone torso. "Please...you—you can't ever tell anyone about this. If anyone on campus finds out, I'll literally have to transfer."

"Hey, look at me," Jay murmured, his voice surprisingly steady as he reached up to take Jake's face in his hand and force him to look at him. "My mouth is sealed, Jake. I swear. This stays right here between us. Now come here."

Jake let out a shaky sigh, looking down at the second opening of the toy. The clear lube was still glistening around the edges where Jay's fingers had just been. He slowly lowered his hips, aligning the blunt head of his cock with the tight, synthetic hole but he was hesitating, his whole body shaking with nerves as the cool plastic brushed against his skin.

"That's it, just like that," Jay praised in an encouraging purr as he watched Jake hover. "Go on, Jake. Push it in."

But Jake was moving entirely too slow for Jay, like his brain still trying to process the utter insanity of the situation.

Losing his patience, Jay suddenly stretched down with his free hand and wrapped his fingers wrapped firmly around the base of Jake's cock, he pulled him straight forward with a tug.

"Ah—no, wait!" Jake screamed out, slamming his hands into the mattress on either side of Jay's hips as his body was forcibly dragged down.

Before he could even finish the protest, his cock was already deeply wedged into the lubed up hole. The deep suction of the high grade silicone closed around his length all at once, squeezing him out and dragging a shameless sob from his throat. He tried to flinch backward from the quick overstimulation but Jay's hand instantly shifted to slap and clamp down over the meat of Jake's bare ass cheek, pinning him securely in place.

"Where're you going?" Jay growled, digging his fingers into Jake's skin as he locked their hips together against the toy. "You're in it now, gorgeous. Just take it."

"Now thrust," Jay commanded, his tone left no room for argument. His hand remained heavy and firm on Jake's hip, anchoring him to the toy.

Jake swallowed hard, his arms trembling against the sheets as he tried to find his pace. He shifted his weight, his hips stuttering forward as he drove himself a fraction deeper into the toy. The overwhelming rush of pleasure made his eyes roll back into his head.

"Oh...good god, Jayyy," Jake whimpered and tried to pull back but the beautiful suction of the lubricated polymer dragged along his sensitive cock and forced another breathless whine from his throat. He felt like he coming apart.

"That's it, look at you," Jay praised and squeezed Jake's hip tightly, guiding his motion. "Good boy, Jake. Look how well you're fucking it."

The low praise hit Jake again, like hearing the campus heartthrob call him a good boy with his tone all thick and heavy with arousal, made Jake's knees go weak. His strength gave out completely and his arms buckled beneath him as his upper body collapsed forward, his chest landing heavily against the silicone torso between them.

It made Jay huff out a chuckle against the crown of Jake's head, basking in how thoroughly ruined he was.

"Alright, hold on." His hands moved to grip Jake's shoulders, then he carefully rolled them both over onto their sides. Jake moaned as they moved, his thighs tangling with Jay's on the mattress until they were pinned facing each other, the toy squeezed perfectly between their bare chests like a buffer zone.

"This better?" Jay panted out the question, searching Jake's wrecked, already tear stained face.

Jake could barely think but he managed to give Jay desperate nod, before his forehead dropped for a second against Jay's collarbone.

Jay drove his hips forward, his thick length sliding deep into his side of the toy and the force pushed the rubber wall directly against Jake's cock on the other side, making him scream out a moan and his hips instinctively snapped forward to meet the pressure.

Just like that, the lingering hesitation was gone. They both fell into a brutal rhythm, both of them thrusting relentlessly into the opposite ends of the silicone torso from their sides. The wet slap slap slap of their skin against the plastic was all they could hear, the cheap bedframe creaked violently against the floorboards as they shared the sex toy between them.

The industrial scent of artificial vanilla and silicone hung so thick in the air, completely overtaking the small space as Jake and Jay lay pinned on their sides, facing each other.

"Ah—shit, Jay sl—slow down," Jake choked out, letting out broken moans that sounded too similar to the needy little femboys that Jake usually fucked.

Jay wasn’t doing any better though. Hearing those pathetic sounds coming from his reclusive roommate is driving him totally insane. All he could think about was flipping Jake over, pinning his wrists to the mattress and topping him until he wouldn’t even remember his own name.

Needing more leverage, Jay allowed for his long arm to reach around the torso, his hand snaked directly under the hem of Jake's hoodie. His fingers slid up the damp skin of Jake's ribs until he finds his tight, sensitive nipple, pinching it firmly between his blunt fingers.

"Oh my god! Oh shit" Jake cried out and the new jolt of pain and pleasure made his hips reflexively jerk forward, slamming cock deeper and harder into the toy's internal ridges.

"Yeah, just like that," Jay growled, his jaw clenched tight as he matched Jake’s new and insane pace. "Fuck it just like that, baby boy. Take it all."

The muscles of their legs ground together, their sweat slicked bodies sliding heavily against the wet plastic of the molded torso. The bedroom was a suffocating symphony of slick friction and raw noise, both of them were driven completely wild by the heavy toy wedged between their chests and each other.

Deep in the overwhelming haze of the moment, his vision was spinning out of control from the intense rush of endorphins and Jay's filthy dirty talk, Jake lost his mind. He lurked forward, smashing his wet lips blindly against Jay's.

It was entirely instinctual, like a chaotic grab for connection but the very instant their lips collided, Jake's internal alarms blared. He jerked back instantly, slamming his head back into the pillow. His eyes widened, swimming with a vulnerable combination of tears, pleasure and deep confusion. His mouth clicked open, like an apology was already forming on his trembling lips but Jay didn't even let him speak.

Before Jake could form a single syllable, Jay lunged forward and weaved his long fingers into the back of Jake's soft hair, forcefully dragging him back down. Jay smashed his mouth against Jake's again, kissing him significantly harder this time. It was a messy, like an incredibly sloppy collision of teeth and tongues that tasted like salt and lust, completely swallowing the needy wails Jake couldn’t stop letting out.

Jake completely broke under the crushing weight of it. Instead of pulling away, he melted into it, tangling his tongue with Jay's as he moaned like a total whore straight into the other boy’s mouth. Jay pulled back just an inch to look down at Jake's ruined face.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn pretty," Jay growled, his voice trembled against Jake's lips. "Such a pretty little thing. You even moan like a whore, Jake."

"Ah, N-ggh...Jay!" Jake cried out, his head dancing against the pillow at the words.

Jay dragged his mouth down Jake's jaw line, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He bit down softly on the sensitive skin before sucking a dark bruise into his collarbone, making Jake cry again, "Oh god, hnggh, please!"

Jay's hand rumbled down under Jake's now damp hoodie that had been pushed up to expose his naked torso again, finding his aching nipple to capture it between his lips. He sucked on it hard, swirling his tongue around the peak until Jake was sobbing real tears while his hips blindly bucked forward into the silicone torso with a new and terrifying speed that threatened to split the toy completely between them.

"Yes—yes, Jay, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Jake shrieked, his voice cracking into an unhinged whine. "Ah, ah...fuck, it's too much, hnghh!" He thrashed wildly against the mattress, his hips fucked into the toy harder and harder, he swore he would pass out the second he came. He was being so completely slutty, crying and begging Jay for it so loudly that it drove a primal spike right through his restraint.

"Yeah? You wanna cum, you little whore?" Jay growled, tearing his mouth away from Jake's chest.

Driven just over the edge by the sight of the subby nerd totally ruined beneath him, Jay snapped and with a coordinated heave of his shoulders, Jay shoved Jake flat onto his back, leading Jake to let out a breathless gasp and cry out at the loss of the stimulation, "Why?! No, wait—!"

As his hips were wrenched out of the toy, leaving his big cock twitching in the open air, completely coated in a thick sheen of pre cum and lube.

Jay didn't waste a single second adjusting his weight to pin the heavy sex toytangling directly underneath his own stomach so his cock stayed buried deep inside his own side of the toy. Then, hovering over Jake like a predator, Jay dove down and wrapped his mouth completely around Jake's throbbing dick.

"Mmmph—! Ha-ah!" Jake screamed, his spine instantly arching completely off the bed, his fingers clawed violently into the sheets as Jay took him all the way to the back of his throat.

Jay was ruthless. He bobbed and pumped his head down hard, the thick width of Jake's shaft stretching his lips as he purposely gags on the head, the sloppy sounds of the blowjob filling the humid room. At the exact same time, Jay's hips were still slamming downward, thrusting relentlessly into the toy pinned beneath his thighs, essentially fucking the synthetic polymer at a feral pace while ruthlessly draining his roommate's cock with his mouth.

"Oh fuck me, Jay! Jay, stop, I'm gonna—ah, god, nggh, fuck!" Jake wailed and shook his head shaking side to side against the pillow. His internal muscles spasmed out of control, his vision going completely white from the hard hitting pleasure of Jay's mouth gagging on him.

Jay heard the broken, pathetic whines, the desperate "Ah, ah, ah!" echoing off the walls and only sucked harder, gripping Jake's thigh with his hand so tightly his knuckles turned white, his own hips driving into the toy with a final, crushing force. He could feel the tight ridges of the silicone melting around him, pushing him right to his absolute limit.

"F-Fucking hell, Jake—nggh!" Jay choked out around his shaft, a guttural grunt ripping from his chest as his body went entirely rigid.

They hit the breaking point at the exact same fraction of a second. Jake let out a ruined shriek, "Ahhh!, his hips giving one final, violent hitch as he erupted, shooting a hot torrent of cum straight down Jay's throat. Jay didn't pull away though, he took every single pulsing drop, swallowing greedily while gagging around the climax and letting out wet, choked grunts. And at the exact same moment, Jay's spine snapped straight and a loud groan vibrated against Jake's skin as he pumped a massive load of cum deep into the tight, suctioned depths of the toy beneath him.

The bedroom descended into a silence, broken only by the sounds of both boys gasping for air. Jake was completely limp, his chest rising and falling under his damp shirt with tears of pleasure still streaming down his burning cheeks. Jay slowly pulled his mouth away with a wet smack, wiping a stray drop of spit and cum from his bottom lip with the back of his hand, his blown out eyes stayed on his ruined roommate, knowing he wasn’t done with him yet and neither of them was ever going to look at the apartment or each other the same way again.

Jay slowly raised himself up on his elbows, shifting his weight off the now ruined toy. His dark hair was messy and damp strands clung to his forehead while his chest glistened with sweat. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth one more time, letting his eyes slide slowly down Jake's trembling body.

He took a deep breath and a lazy grin gradually pulled at the corner of his lips as his hand settled on the soft curve of Jake's hip.

"Hey," Jay panted but Jake didn't move, only letting out a soft, questioning whine, "Nnh?", from the back of his throat.

Jay moved a fraction closer so his hot breath would fan across Jake's burning ear as he delivered the final blow to whatever sanity his roommate had left.

"That fake thing was good," Jay murmured, his hand trailing down to give the flesh of Jake's bare thigh a possessive, heavy squeeze. "But I would love to fuck that ass next."

Jake's eyes snapped wide open and a fresh wave of heat instantly rushed straight to the tips of his ears as he finally turned his head to look at his roommate and there was no sign of a joke on his face.

Oh fuck. What have I gotten myself into?

nene’s note ── super short but i hope you guys enjoy it, this is the last thing ill be posting as i start my exams on monday, thank you so much for all the supportive words i’ve been receiving in my box, i appreciate them❤️ as you know i love feedback so lmk what you guys think of this one💋💋

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Now it was just the two of you on the couch, the birthday boy’s thighs spread wide, his pretty face flushed pink, lips parted as he stared down at you with those dark, hazy eyes.

“Fuck… you really don’t have to—” Sunoo started, voice already hoarse, but you cut him off by pressing your palm firmly over the very obvious bulge straining in his black pants.

“Shut up, Sunoo. It’s your birthday,” you murmured, voice low and teasing as you slowly dragged the zipper down. “And I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

He let out a shaky breath that turned into a soft, needy whimper when you freed his cock. It slapped against his stomach, hard, flushed a deep pink at the tip, already leaking. Sunoo was always pretty, but like this? Messy hair falling into his eyes, lips glossy from the wine earlier, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, he looked sinful.

You wrapped your hand around the base and gave one slow, experimental stroke. His hips jerked up instantly.

“Shit—your hand feels so good already,” he breathed, one hand coming down to thread gently through your hair. Not pushing, just holding. Like he needed something to ground him.

You leaned in and dragged your tongue up the underside of his cock in one long, wet stripe, savoring the way he twitched against your tongue. When you reached the head you swirled around it, collecting the bead of precum and swallowing with a soft, appreciative hum.

Sunoo’s head fell back against the couch. “Oh my god…”

You smiled against his skin before taking him deeper, lips stretching around his thickness. He was big enough that your jaw ached in the best way after just a few inches, but you pushed further, relaxing your throat until your nose brushed his pelvis.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re taking me so well,” he groaned, fingers tightening in your hair. His voice had that sweet, breathy quality he usually saved for the stage, but filthier now. “Look at you… So fucking pretty.”

You moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. You started moving, slow at first, dragging your lips up and down his length with wet sounds that filled the quiet room. Every time you pulled back you let your tongue flick against the sensitive spot under the head, then sank back down until he hit the back of your throat.

Sunoo was falling apart beautifully. His free hand gripped the couch cushion hard, knuckles white. Soft, broken moans spilled from his lips every few seconds, little gasps of your name mixed with curses and praises.

“You’re so good at this… ah—how are you so good? Gonna ruin me for anyone else, baby.”

You pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock. “Good. I want to ruin you,” you said, voice raspy, before diving back in with renewed hunger.

This time you went faster, hollowing your cheeks and sucking harder. One hand stroked what your mouth couldn’t reach while the other slipped between his legs to gently roll his balls. Sunoo’s hips started thrusting up shallowly, chasing the heat of your mouth like he couldn’t help it.

You let him. You wanted him desperate.

His breathing grew ragged. “Wait—slow down, I’m—fuck, I’m close already—”

You didn’t slow down. Instead you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes watering but determined, and moaned loudly around his cock. The eye contact broke him. Sunoo’s pretty face twisted in pleasure, mouth open in a silent cry as his thighs started trembling.

“I’m gonna cum—baby, I’m gonna cum down your throat if you don’t—ahh—”

You only sucked harder, taking him as deep as you could and swallowing around him. With a choked moan that sounded almost too pretty to be real, Sunoo came hard. Thick, hot pulses flooded your mouth as his hips stuttered and his fingers clenched in your hair. You swallowed every drop, working him through it until he was whimpering from overstimulation.

When you finally pulled off, lips shiny and swollen, Sunoo looked completely wrecked, chest heaving, eyes glassy, a lazy, blissed-out smile on his face.

He tugged you up gently by the hair and crashed his mouth against yours in a messy, grateful kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispered against your lips, still panting. His hand slid down your body possessively. “My turn now. Get on the couch, baby.”

You laughed breathlessly as he flipped you onto your back, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint even while still recovering.

“Sunoo, it’s your birthday—”

“Exactly,” he cut you off, already sliding down your body, pushing your legs apart with eager hands. “And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

He pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss right over your clothed heat, looking up at you with those cat-like eyes full of hunger.

“Gonna make you cum so many times you forget your own name. Then I’m fucking you until the sun comes up. Sound good?”

You could only nod, already aching for him.

Best friend or not, this birthday was going to be one neither of you would ever forget.

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