JADE

It was always the same fight.

“Can we please just put on a movie” Jaemin groans, balling his hands into fists and furiously rubbing his eyes.

Haechan glares at you from his spot on the floor, “I’m not watching a movie called Flowers Bloom. What kind of chick flick is that???” he shifts his gaze over to Renjun, “I’m so disappointed in you bro.”

Renjun wiggles in his spot on the recliner and rolls his eyes, “Whatever, I’m not watching your robotic sci-fi crap. It’s repetitive.”

“You know what?” Haechan starts, pushing himself off the floor and moving to stand in front of Renjun, jabbing his finger in the boy’s face.

The bickering continues, Haechan swearing up and down that he will not, under any circumstance watch the romance movie that you and Renjun wanted too. Jeno backs him up every now and then, reiterating the fact that their movie is rated 100 percent on rotten tomatoes when you and Renjuns was only rated a whopping 68.

Jaemin sits on the floor, his back pressed up against the loveseat, and watches the four of you go back and forth. “QUIET!” he yells, startling everyone into complete silence, “I’ll break the goddamn tie.”

“That’s fair.” Jeno pipes up from his spot on the love seat.

Jaemin gets up and grabs each CD case, putting them behind his back to shuffle them around, free of any prying eyes.

“If you don’t pick ours, I’m stuffing your pillowcase with soggy toilet paper.” Haechan deadpans.

You send him a sneer to which he sticks out his tongue. You lunge for him, ready to yank the muscle directly out of his mouth, but he dances away from you before you can.

“Quit it!” Jaemin sighs, “Whichever movie I pull out from behind my back is the movie we’re watching. No exceptions.”

With all four of you leaning forward, silently praying it’s the movie you each want, you wait. Jaemin slowly retrieves the case from his left hand and puts it up in the air for everybody to see.

“HA! Fuck you Y/N!” Haechan squeals, beaming with happiness as Jaemin produces the sci-fi movie. You groan and Renjun sighs defeatedly, but nonetheless, the tie was broke.

“Fine,” you pout, “But you have to go make me popcorn.”

Haechan turns to you with a wild expression, “Popcorn? Get up and make it yourself you lazy bum.”

Without thinking, you lunge for him, grabbing his shoulder and reaching up to snatch his ear with your other hand. He shrieks, wailing about how you need to preserve his precious face because its ‘how he makes a living’.

“Go. Make. Me. Popcorn. You little freak.” You seethe between gritted teeth.

Jaemin looks like he wants to say something about the two of you fighting, but it was common knowledge that nothing was going to stop you once you got your hands on each other.

“Oh my God fine! Just let go of my ear please!” With a final squeeze, you let him go and watch him rub his now bright red ear, cradling it in his hands and whimpering on about how he hopes he can still hear.

Jaemin repeatedly gave you lectures about how violence wasn’t the answer, but Haechan seemed to do what he was told when you had him in your grasp, so you didn’t really pay much attention to what the older boy tried to instill in you. And just like you thought, Haechan walks into the kitchen without another word to pop your popcorn.

“You guys shouldn’t be so mean to each other.”

“Shut up Jaemin, or you’re next”

After Haechan successfully burnt the first bag of popcorn, which clouded the entire apartment in smoke, and even set off the alarm (which Jeno repeatedly smacked with a kitchen ladle until it stopped shrieking), you ended up making your own popcorn.

“You suck at cooking.”

He shrugs his shoulders and gestures for you to walk in front of him, back into the living room, “I told you to do it yourself. This was just the consequence.”

You couldn’t argue with him on that one, so you just hurriedly stomp to the couch and take a seat, making sure to snatch the blanket away from him before he could grab it. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead taking a seat next to you and immediately plunging his hand into your bowl of popcorn and taking a heaping handful.

“Fuck off!” you huff, snatching the bowl away from his greedy fingers and placing it on the other side of you. He does nothing but smirk and crunch away.

“Shut up.” Jeno deadpans, “The movie is starting.”

Sure enough, the opening scene blooms onto the flat screen tv, so you settle back and prepare yourself for the movie you definitely didn’t care to see.

Someone turns off the light, though you don’t know who because you’re more distracted by how close Haechan is too you. Somehow, his leg has ended up crushed against yours, the hem of his shorts rolled up to reveal his bare thigh.

You move the popcorn bowl from where it sat beside you so you could attempt to scoot over to the end of the couch, but Haechan takes this as an opportunity to snatch the blanket and shuffle under it. Now you were trapped between him and the arm of the couch. There was nowhere to run too. All the other chairs were taken.

Renjun was comfortably curled up in the recliner and Jeno had his legs spread-eagle with Jaemin’s head in his lap, both of them taking up the whole loveseat; and while the image wanted to make you laugh, you also felt like screaming because you swear Lee Haechan just touched your thigh.

You audibly gasp at the sensation, thankful that the suspenseful movie music reached an all-time high and drowned out your noise. He doesn’t seem to notice it, thank God, but you can still feel the burning of his fingers brushing the bare skin of your upper thigh.

Did he do that on purpose? Surely, he hadn’t. You glance over and see him fiddling with a loose thread on the end of the blanket. His long, slender fingers toy with the excess fabric, wrapping it around them over and over again.

He had really pretty hands, nimble, quick fingers that would look so perfect slotted between your thi-

Woah.

You really needed to calm down your thoughts. You had no attraction to the boy sitting next to you, it had just been a long time since someone had touched you there. Wasn’t his fault he accidentally hit a sweet spot. Right?

Just as you settle back, recaptured into the strange plot of the movie, he does it again, and this time, you knew it was on purpose.

His right hand slipped underneath the blanket and grabbed your thigh, making you jump in your seat. Your face begins to grow hot as you look around and pray nobody noticed. Jeno, however, did, and is pointedly staring daggers at you and Haechan.

Clenching your jaw, you focus your attention back to the movie and try to forget about Jeno’s gaze and Haechans hand wrapped around your upper thigh. It’s working for a minute until Haechan begins to knead the inside of your thigh. Squeezing the supple skin, massaging it.

You should tell him to stop. That this wasn’t what friends did, especially ones that fought all the time, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you had thought about him this way before.

Sometimes when he got out of the shower and only had a towel wrapped around himself, you caught a glimpse of his back muscles flexing, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had to change panties that day. Admittedly, you were hot for Haechan, which is why you bickered with him all the time.

So, you didn’t stop him.

Instead, you pretended that nothing was happening. Keeping a straight face towards the movie and trying not to acknowledge his hand.

For a few minutes it stayed the same, him kneading the inner flesh of your thigh and you ignoring it, but something switched when the two main characters on screen shared a heated kiss. After that, his hands wandered further up your thigh, stroking the same path again and again. Involuntarily, you part your legs, and he notices.

You sneak a glance at him. He was turned towards the movie – pretending to watch, or actually paying attention, you couldn’t tell. His fluffy brown hair was falling into his eyes, brushing the tops of his unusually long eyelashes. His lips were slightly parted, and it was then that you truly realized how hot Haechan was. Not handsome – hot. And you knew after the movie was done you were going to invite him back to your room so he could properly fuck you – not toy with you underneath a blanket.

His hands travel higher, until they brush the front of your shorts, startling you and making your hips jerk forward. A mumbled whine leaves your lips as your eyes close.

They quickly snap open when you realize someone has paused the movie.

Jeno holds the remote in his hands, finger poised over the pause button while all three boys are turned towards you and Haechan.

“What the fuck is going on over there? Because every couple of seconds I can here Y/N make noise and it’s becoming annoying.” Jeno had to be lying, were you really making sounds? You thought you had been quiet enough, only letting out a huff of breath here and there.

Haechan pinches your thigh underneath the blanket and your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. Were you so pathetically horny that you couldn’t control your facial expressions?

“What the fuck was that.” Jaemin smirks, getting up from his spot on the loveseat and moving towards the two of you. Instead of Haechan moving his hand so that the both of you don’t get caught, he keeps it there.

“N-nothing is going on, I was just watching the movie” you blurt out, but it’s no use. Before you can stop him, Jaemin is ripping away the blanket, exposing Haechans hand between your thighs

Jaemin bursts into laughter when your entire face flushes. You bury your face into Haechans shoulder albeit a bad idea since the boys just caught him with his hand between your legs, but it seemed like the safest option.

“No need to hide princess.” Haechan whispers, his breath fanning the side of your exposed cheek.

Princess.

The nickname has every nerve in you strung on a high wire.

You can hear Jeno mutter, “I knew something was up.”

“Sorry for interrupting the movie guys,” Haechan apologizes, nudging your head off his shoulder, “I was just doing some experimenting here and it seems Y/N really likes having her thighs touched.”

“We heard” Jeno mumbles softly,

Jaemin, who has stopped laughing and instead takes on an inquisitive look, looks down at you “She does huh?” You felt small under his gaze.

Haechan clambers off the couch to kneel in front of you, using both his hands to push your knees apart, and bringing his face dangerously close to the inside of your thigh, “May I?”

The word no forms on your lips, on the premise that these were your best friends and doing whatever was about to happen might surely ruin that bond, but you were horny, and Haechans eyes were just the prettiest shade of brown, his lips puffy from him chewing on his bottom lip. The rational side of your brain was screaming at you to reconsider but the way Jaemin was looking down at you, like he couldn’t wait for you to fall apart, convinced you. Renjun and Jeno were tensely watching, waiting for your answer.

You gingerly nod your head and Haechan wastes no time.

His tongue took you by surprise, lying flat against your skin and licking bold stripes from the side of your knee all the way up to the hem of your shorts, which had been pushed up insanely far from you squirming during the movie. Harsh sucking noises sound from his mouth as bruises begin to bloom on your skin. Your hands shoot out and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer. You can feel him chuckle against you when you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper, and one of your many onlookers swears underneath their breath.

“Look at her.” Jaemin smirks.

“Who knew she could be this fucked out from just him licking her thighs,” Renjun, only now speaking up, has leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, trying to conceal the painfully obvious erection pressing hard against his thigh.

“Who knew you could get hard from just watching” you bite back, gasping when Haechan nips at your thigh.

“Watch it” he growls.

“He started it!’ You protests, but Haechan ignores you, instead nipping at you again. You jump, this time smashing his nose into you.

“Someone get over here and shut her up.” He grumbles, hands pushing your thighs even farther apart.

Jaemin, only a few feet away, takes up the offer and flops on the couch next to you, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It’s messy, desperate, teeth scraping teeth, with his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. He snags it between his teeth and gently pulls back. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you baby.”

The pet name, much like princess, has your hips jerking against nothing.

“I think she wants her pussy ate.” Jeno’s voice surprises you, especially with how filthy his words are, but just the thought has you lifting your hips so Haechan can pull your bottoms down.

In a split second they’re flung to the other side of the living room, and you’re bare for everyone to see. Jeno’s blushing even though it was his idea in the first place, though the way his hands are shoved in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed.

Renjun is still in the same position, his face bright red. He avoids eye contact even though he knows you’re looking directly at him.

Haechan draws your attention away when he stands up, leaving your legs spread for everyone to gawk at. He reaches forward with a smile and grabs a fistful of Jaemin’s hair, dragging him off the couch.

“Ow- you Haech- What the fuck, that hurts.” Jaemin groans, but Haechan pays no mind. He forces the boy to kneel between your thighs, and leans over, whispering directly in his ear, “Go ahead.”

Jaemin looks up at him with pleading eyes and the devilish boy gives him a wink, “I don’t think –”

You can feel an ache settle between your thighs, and you almost want to close them to gain some sort of friction, but you keep them open, much to Haechans delight.

“You see that Jaem?” he gestures towards your bare pussy, “See how wet she is? “The older boys nods furiously, still on his knees with Haechans hands wrapped tightly in his hair. “She’s obviously fucking aroused, so either you eat her out, or I’ll make Renjun do it.”

Renjuns head perks up at the mention of his name, “Why me?”

Before Haechan has a chance to respond you frustratingly cry out, “Someone better do it before I go to my room and get myself off.”

All four heads turn towards you, eyes incredulous, but Haechans the only one that speaks up, “You’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

If it weren’t for the vulnerable position, you were in, you would have smacked him in the face for that little comment, but instead, you ignore him and turn to Jaemin. “Please.” You breathe, eyebrows drawn in, “I’ll beg if you want me too.”

He looked nervous, hands tentatively lifting to hold your thighs in place. The warmth from his fingers was uncomfortable, and it made you squirm a bit in your seat. You wanted him to go ahead and dive in because the anticipation was killing you.

“Be still.” He whispers.

You immediately stop moving, his voice commanding. A rush of arousal floods your core and Jaemin’s eyes are transfixed. “Fuck it” he mumbles, pushing his face between your legs and darting his tongue out to lap at you.

The sensation has you lifting your hips off the seat, and his once gentle hands slam them back down against the couch. Jaemins mouth attaches itself to your clit, harshly sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your hands replace Haechans in his hair. “Fuck – Jaem – Don’t stop, ah – please”

“Shit.” Someone groans from across the room. Your eyes, which had fluttered closed earlier, snap open and try to find who had cursed, but instead your blessed with something else. Jeno, still in his spot on the loveseat, has pulled his cock out and was stroking himself slowly, his eyes shut, and head lolled to the side. His eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure, and the sight makes you whimper and pulls Jaemin’s face closer to your pussy.

Renjuns still in the recliner, leant forward and watching Jaemin with curious eyes. You could tell he was still hard, even if he chose to ignore it.

Haechan, still standing overtop the both of you fishes for something in his pocket and pulls out a phone. For a second you think he’s going to record you, but then you hear the unmistakable sound of a facetime call commencing.

“Haechan who the fuck are you call- shit!” You choke on your words when Jaemin drags a finger through your folds, still flicking his tongue against your clit. He gently pushes one finger into you, curling his finger so that it brushed your g-spot. A sob of pleasure rushes out of you, your hips trying to grind against Jaemin’s face.

“Hyung!” Haechans voice is bright and cheerful when whoever he was calling picked up the phone.

“Yaa! What do you want, I’m at practice?” You would know that voice anywhere. Haechan had called Mark, another roommate of yours. It was hard to question why he was calling the older boy with Jaemin making loud slurping noises.

Haechan moves to flip the camera so Mark could see you, “Just thought you’d might like to see what we’re up too.”

Jaemin adds another finger, his digits rapidly squelching in and out of you, bruising your g-spot, while his tongue flickered over you. Your taken aback at the sudden stretch of his fingers, letting out an embarrassingly loud gasp that turned into a moan. You couldn’t pay attention to Haechans antics, especially when you could feel your orgasm building.

The facetime call sounded like it was breaking up, Marks gasp audibly choppy and distant. You wondered if the boy was jealous. If he wished, he was between your thighs instead of Jaemin.

He says something that only Haechan could hear, “I bet she wishes you were here Mark.” Another broken response blares from the phone speakers, but you can’t make it out, “Wanna watch the rest?” Haechans smirk is evident in his voice, and for the first time since this whole thing started, you get a good look at him.

His shorts were tight, you could tell, his erection straining against the shiny material. At some point he had taken his shirt off, revealing deep, tan skin that looked so soft. The faint contours of his muscles could be seen when he moved about, and the sight was driving you mad. You wanted to touch him.

“Just sit there and watch.” Haechans says from the other side of the room. He had taken his phone and propped it up against the T.V so that Mark could watch the five of you. The boy leaves his phone and comes to stand behind the couch – right behind you. His hands reach over your shoulders and grab the bottom of your hoodie, slowly dragging it up your body until it’s being pulled over your head.

“Fuck, she’s not even wearing a bra.” Renjun swears.

Haechans hands reach down again and pinch both of your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingertips. “Fuck, Haechan – that –”

“Feel’s good?” He hums, finishing the sentence for you. You try to squirm away from his hands, but with one boy holding your thighs in place and the others elbows pushing your shoulders back into the couch, you were stuck.

What about the other boys? Two was enough attention, but you couldn’t leave them out.

Moving your gaze over to Jeno, you see his eyes have opened up and are staring at you. When you make eye contact, his cheeks flush red. He’s no longer touching himself, but you can tell he hasn’t come yet. You loved how well Jaemin was eating you out, his fingers hitting your sweet spot, but you felt empty. You wanted more.

You find yourself inviting him to sit next to you before you can stop yourself, and he obliges, happily jumping off the loveseat.

When he crashes down next to you, you untangle one hand from Jaemin’s hair and move it to the front of his sweats. He was painfully hard and you rubbing your hands against him has him catching his bottom lip between his teeth and rocking his hips forward. He tries to conceal how desperate he is, but it’s no use.

“Is he hard?” Haechan inquires, one eyebrow raised. Your boobs are cupped in his hands as he massages them, sometimes flicking his fingers over your nipples.

You furiously nod your head, “m’ yeah.”

You want to take him out of his sweats and stroke him until his cum spills hot against his chest and your hand, but your mind becomes cloudy, and your hand drops when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. You grab onto Jeno’s thigh as Jaemin slams his fingers into you, his tongue swirling around your clit. “Oh fuck – I think I’m gonna cum” You cry out.

The way you scream doesn’t stop Jaemin or Haechan, instead fueling them to keep going. Your orgasm washes over you so fast it sends your head reeling, and it makes your feel like your floating, down into the feather light touch of Jaemin’s hands, which pepper over your body when he pulls back. His lips are puffy and swollen, spit dripping down his chin and staining his shirt when he gives you a smile.

“Jesus” Renjun mutters, his hands now moved from his knees and finding home on the arm rests of the recliner. His nails dig into the faux leather, trying to keep himself together.

“You just gonna sit over there and cum in your pants?” Haechan snorts, and Renjun flips him off, pushing himself off the recliner to join the four of you.

The unmistakable sound of a facetime call ending sounds from Haechans phone. Mark either had to go back to practice or he couldn’t stand watching anymore. For a split second you wonder what’s going to happen when he gets back home. Who was he going to confront first?

You’re dragged away from your thoughts when Haechan leans down and brushes his lips against your ear, “Guess he got too jealous.” His voice sends shivers down your spine.

Jeno, forgotten about momentarily, grabs your hand off his thigh and pushes it against the bulge in his pants. “Please” He whimpers. You go to reach in his pants, but Jaemin slaps your hand away.

“I just made you cum, don’t you think I deserve it?” You’re quite unsure of what to do until Haechan tells you.

He walks around the couch and stands between your legs. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” Renjun, sitting next to Jeno, peeks his head over to watch, “I’m going to fuck her out of her mind, okay?” He lifts a hand and lightly slaps your cheek condescendingly, “After that, she can decide who she wants next.” He pauses for a moment as if going back and forth on whether he should say what he wants too, “I’m sure she wants to be filled to the brim with our cum, isn’t that right?” He pointedly stares at you waiting for an answer.

You nod your head, “Please” It seemed like the only word you could conjure up.

“Good girl.”

A whimpered mewl rises in your throat and fills the empty silence, “Just use me, please.”

The air stills and you can feel the energy shifts from unsure and hesitant, to pressed desperation. Haechan lets out a sharp laugh before hurriedly pulling his cock out of his shorts and shifting himself so that his hands looped under your legs, pulling you forward. You could feel his tip brush against your clit, and you arch against him. He was big, really big.

“You think it’ll fit?” you hear Jeno mumble. With a glance over, you see him rubbing himself through his shorts again.

Haechan snorts, “I’ll make it fit.” The way he says it has your walls clenching around nothing, but not for long because Haechan, true to his word, pushes into you. Jaemin had already stretched you out with his fingers, but it still felt a bit uncomfortable. A groan leaves his lips as he bottoms out, his hips grinding against yours. He starts slowly, thrusting into you at the same pace of his labored breathing, though once he sees your eyes roll into the back of your head, he’s a goner. A long string of curses leave your lips followed by loud, broken moans.

“Renjun-“ He grunts out. The boy pushes off the couch as if he knew what Haechan was going to ask him, “Come fuck her mouth to keep her quiet.”

In a few seconds, Renjun is stripped of his clothes, the tip of his cock pressing against your shut lips. You part them slightly so that he can slide in, and he does, thrusting into your mouth slowly. One of his hands wraps around your head and fists your hair, bringing you further down on his cock.

You felt full, one man between your thighs, the other between your lips, but you remember there’s two other men that beg to have your attention. You want to turn around, want to reach for Jeno – or Jaemin, but the hold Renjun has on your hair keeps you from doing so.

“Look at how well she’s taking our cocks.” Haechan groans. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, leaving little crescents in the skin, but you don’t care. The way he filled you up felt so delicious. You moan around Renjun, which makes his hips stutter at the added sensation. “God she’s so fucking wet.”

“Pretty girl” Renjun mumbles, throwing his head back and thrusting more sloppily. He’s hitting the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. You try to stifle the gag around him, but you can’t, so he pulls out, allowing you to gasp the air hungrily.

Now released from his grasp, you turn around, wanting to jerk off Jeno or Jaemin, put your hands to use somehow, but the scene you stumble upon is enough to throw you into your next orgasm.

Jaemin is straddling Jeno, his hands threaded through the boy’s hair tugging him closer. Their lips moved effortlessly together, Jaemin pulling back every so often to bite Jeno’s lower lip. Jaemin’s weight is pressing Jeno into the couch, but that doesn’t stop them both from rutting into each other, trying to gain friction of some sort. Small grunts escape the older boys’ lips, stifled from Jaemin’s hand moving up to grab his throat.

“Fuck” You cry out. It’s unbearably hot, and the way Haechan has angled you, he’s hitting your g-spot again and again. Renjuns hand drops to rub your clit, and you just can’t take it, your second orgasm washing over you just as fast as the first. Renjun wrenches your head back around and plunges his cock down your throat without warning, cutting off your whines.

Haechans hips stutter into you before his pace increases, now slamming himself into you “Oh my god, that’s so hot.” You don’t know if he’s talking about Jeno and Jaemin making out, or Renjun throat fucking you. Or maybe he’s talking about the way you keep clenching around him, but either way, the whole thing was hot.

The lack of oxygen makes your head heavy, but Renjun holds you in place, thrusts sloppy, until you can feel his cock twitch and hot cum spills over your tongue and down your throat. He keep you there for a second, taking all of him, your lips pressed against his abdomen, until he lets out a loud whoosh of breath and releases you.

“Did he just...?” Haechan asks.

Renjun nods his head, “Yeah I did.”

“Fuck.” Haechan swears. His eyebrows furrow, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in determination as his thrust slam into you. He leans forward so that his arms are caging you in. It’s almost as if he has you to himself. Almost. Just like how he’s dreamt, but Jaemin shatters the thought when he clambers off of Jeno, leaving the boy breathless, and moves to kneel beside your body.

His hands, around Jeno’s neck earlier, moves to hold yours, choking off your moans, and sending you back into a head high. “She’s so pathetic.” You hear Haechan groan, his thrusts becoming even sloppier than before. It was obvious he was close.

Movement to your right snaps your attention away and your eyes follow Renjun, who pulls his shorts back up and moves to where Jeno is sitting beside you. From what Jaemin’s hand can allow, you see him plop down next to the older boy and place a hand on his thigh. Jeno, bursting with the need to be touched, bucks his hands up, inviting Renjun to touch him, so he does.

Haechan glances over, seeing Renjun stroking Jeno though his shorts, and your pretty sure that’s what sets him off. His body falls on top of you, his thrusts slowing as milky ropes of cum fill you. For a second you think he’s passed out, but he quickly regains composure, standing up and fixing himself .

He looks down at you, his trademark devilish grin plastered on his face “You’re so hot baby.”

‘And you’re a god at fucking, holy shit.” You choke out when Jaemin releases his hold on your throat. Haechan winks at you and retreats, going to grab his phone from where it was still propped against the tv.

“Gonna send this to Mark.” He mumbles, pressing record and thrusting the camera close to your pussy. You get the hint and flex your abdomen, making his cum dribble out of you.

Jaemin can see from his position on the couch and runs a hand through his hair, “Fuck this.”

He gets up and pushes Haechan out of the way, taking his place between your legs and thrusting into you without warning. He isn’t as big as Haechan, but his cock is curved and directly hits your already abused g-spot. Your hands flail around, trying to ground yourself on something, do something to distract you from the orgasmic ache that was settling in the pit of your stomach. Your left hand ends up in Jeno’s lap, his cock out, hard and pulsing. Renjun is still beside him, but instead of touching him, he’s kissing the boy’s neck – licking long stripes from the base of his throat to his earlobe. Jeno shivers underneath both of your touches while Haechan takes a front row and continues recording.

Jeno whimpers when you grab him and begin stroking him, trying to gain some sort of rhythm and failing. Jaemin grinds small circles against you, involuntarily making your hand clench around Jeno, who groans loud and clear.

“Hear how good she’s making us feel, Mark?” Haechan coos, continuing to keep the camera trained on you, moving back and forth to capture both Jaemin fucking you and you jerking Jeno off.

Jaemin drops a hand down to rub harshly at your clit, “Does our princess wanna cum again?”

Your head lolls to the side, and Jeno takes the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, completely ignoring Jaemin’s question.

“Answer. Me.” He grunts, slamming himself all the way into you. You scream against Jeno’s lips, accidentally biting down. The taste of rust fills your mouth, and you realize you’ve drawn blood. Jeno doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, his moans seem to become louder.

“Jeno’s got a thing for pain, or can’t you hear?” The boy in questions eyes roll back into his head and his hips jerk up, fucking himself up into your fist at his friends’ words. On the other side of him, Renjun decides to put this up to a test, lifting a hand and slapping Jeno across the face. Jeno’s body convulses for a second, his back arching off of the couch, hips slamming into your fist. He cums unannounced and messily, all over himself, ropes shooting onto his chest and abs, smaller spurts coating your hand, which doesn’t stop stroking him. You push him through his orgasm. “Fuck, That- Y/N, my God.” He whimpers, his hips stuttering into your fist, begging you to continue even though he was sensitive.

“Good boy.” Haechan groans, capturing the whole thing on his phone.

You look up at Jaemin, who’s eyes are hooded with lust. Who knew watching his bestfriend cum all over himself would turn him on this much? It felt almost wrong.

Jeno’s heaving beside you, trying to catch his breath as you remove your hand. Without thinking you grab Jaemin by the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, crashing your lips onto his. He tasted good, sweet – and kind of like your pussy, but in that moment, it was the hottest thing ever.

“M’ gonna cum.” He mumbles against your lips. You clench around him, the way his voice sounded sending your stomach lurching. You were gonna cum, you could feel it, but this sensation also felt different somehow. Kind of like you needed to pee.

You ignore it, instead pulling Jaemin into another kiss, while he pounded into you, bruising your g-spot. It felt good, fuck, it felt so good, but you kept feeling like you needed to pee. The sensation intensified until you were gasping for air, begging Jaemin not to stop.

He abruptly pulls out when your pussy sprays his abs with your arousal, he’s completely soaked, slippery to the touch, and a few droplets fall from his hair.

“Did she just…?” Renjun questions, groaning at the sight.

Jaemin pushes into you again, this time fucking you with so much fervor your back dragged up the sofa. “Squirt?” He offers, grabbing your hips so he could have leverage.

“Oh my god she just squirted.” Haechans eyes are incredulous, bugging out of his skull, as he holds the phone close to his chest.

“That’s,” Jeno huffs, “fucking hot.”

Your head is reeling. You’ve never squirted before – but you’ve also never had this much stimulation. You can’t admire your ability for too long as Jaemin drags your attention to him. His hands snake through your hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he continue to thrust into you.

“You’re fucking filthy, you know that?” He groans, burying himself in you, “Taking our cocks so well. Making Jeno cum.” You’re nodding your head furiously, ready to be filled again by Jaemin. It was like he could read your mind with how embarrassingly fast he does, letting out a growl and slamming his cum into you.

“Who knew Jaemin could be this aggressive.” Renjun jokes.

Both of Jaemin’s arms have somehow become wrapped around your torso, crushing you against his body as he rides out his high. He offers a few small thrusts before pulling out of you completely and pushing your thighs apart with his hands.

“C’mere” he tells the others, and they all move to stand beside him. Four boys staring at your spread pussy makes you blush, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Watch.”

The cum drips out of you, smearing itself on the couch beneath you, and Jeno lets out a low string of curses, “Wish I could’ve fucked you.” He mumbles, but you knew he wouldn’t be getting hard anytime soon. He had been successfully fucked out by just your hand.

“You did so well baby.” Haechan hums, reaching down and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes were fluttering shut, the energy zapped out of you.

“Should we take her into one of our rooms?” Renjun asks.

Haechan nods his head yes, “ I’ll take her to mine.” He leans down and scoops you up in his arms. “I promise I won’t try anything funny.” He whispers in your ear.

It makes you giggle. After what you just did with all four of them and now he promises not to try anything funny?

As you’re leaving the room, the gentle swaying of Haechan carrying you lolling you into the place between sleep and waking, you hear Jaemin laugh, “I think I have Jeno’s cum in my hair.”

It’s the last thing you hear before Haechan closes the door behind himself and gently lays you down on the bed, your mind slipping into a deep sleep.

Practice was hard, especially after picking up Haechans phone call and watching helplessly as Jaemin ate you out.

He had to hang up when a manager, curious as to what had drawn Mark away, started chastising him. But that didn’t stop the rising erection he had to deal with the entire rest of practice. He could still hear your moans ringing through his head, even though the audio quality had been bad.

He’s picking his jacket off the ground now that practice was over when three dings sound from his phone. Glancing at the lock screen he can see Haechan has sent him three attachments.

Curiously opening them, shielding his phone away from any onlookers, his screen is filled with videos of cum dripping out of you, your hand lazily jerking Jeno off, and Jaemin pounding into you.

The front of sweats tighten at the sight.

For a split second he wonders if he’ll get his turn, but he quickly pushes the thought away.

That would never happen, right?

Music blared through every room in the house, empty bottles and cans littered every surface. Jisung promised that this would be a party to remember, and now you believed him. You had shown up after the party was already in full swing, pushing your way through the sweaty bodies in search of your friends. They were holed up on the back porch, beer bottles in hand, engrossed in a game of never have I ever.

“Y/n! You made it!” a chorus of cheers erupted from your seven friends.

You smiled warmly at everyone and took a seat on a pillow in front of Jisung, who passed you a bottle of beer from the cooler. “Hey guys. Mind if I join in?”

“Of course not. We're just playing never have I ever” Hyuck pushed your shoulder playfully from his seat next to Jisung.

“Who’s turn is it anyway? I forgot” Mark looked around at everyone and how many fingers were still up.

Renjun rolled his eyes “Let’s just start a new round now that y/n is here. It makes more sense”

Everyone agreed with his statement, resetting their hands and gawking around to figure out who would start. Renjun sighed heavily in annoyance before starting the game, only to be cutoff by Jaemin “Never have I ever...”

-

It was down to the last few questions, and most everyone was down at least a full five fingers. That is, except for the youngest boy who sat behind you. Jisung still had eight fingers up, only losing two for simple things. Hyuck and Jaemin were down to two fingers and everyone else only had a few more than that, yourself included. The game had fallen into incessant teasing of Jisung, chirping about how sweet and innocent a baby he is. He was unimpressed, a deep scowl set in on his usually soft features.

“Oh, come on Jisung quit looking like that. It's not our fault you’re a baby” Hyuck cooed at him, ruffling his hair slightly.

Jisung swatted Haechan’s hand away and patted his hair back down “I am not innocent”

Jeno cocked his head and grinned widely, “Dude, this is only your third time drinking with us”

Chenle and Renjun both erupted into laughter, “Jeno’s right. We invite you out all the time. You didn’t even come to the club with us last weekend.” Renjun added pointedly.

“Even y/n came! You should have seen her! I’ve never seen her that drunk. She started trying to dance with the bouncers” Chenle giggled at the memory.

You looked up at Jisung and winked “Maybe you’d know how much fun I am if you weren’t so shy and sweet”

Jisung’s eyes bore into yours, narrowing slightly as he took in your frame on the floor beneath him. Jisung was hardly a large man, but in that moment you had never felt smaller. The intense look on his face made your smile fade, his head tilted to the side slightly as he calculated what to say next.

“Alright. Would innocent guys be camboys?” He raised his gaze from yours to peer around at everyone else.

The group quieted suddenly as they tried to process what just fell out of Jisung’s mouth. “What did you just say?” Jaemin leaned forward on his knees, locking eyes with the youngest.

“Prove it” Jeno said whilst knocking back the last of his beer.

Jisung fumbled for his phone, finally presenting the screen with clips of him featured on a camsite. Your eyes shifted between the screen with Jisung bare to the world, and his fully clothed figure in front of you.

“I’ll be back.” You shot up, knocking over empty bottles as you shuffled to the door.

“Where are you going?” Jisung asked, clearly concerned about the quick departure.

You waved him off as you stepped inside “Fresh air”

“We’re literally outside...” You heard Mark’s confused voice as you carried on through the house.

The party was still in full swing, and so far, three of the four bathrooms were being used. So, you stumbled to the last place you wanted to be, the ensuite in Jisung’s room. Thankfully it was empty, and you closed the door behind you using the moment of peace to splash cool water on your face. Music still thumped through the walls, but it was much quieter up here. In the bright light of the bathroom, it very quickly became apparent how much you had to drink. You finished up and went to lay on Jisung’s bed, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to lay down for a bit.

“There you are.” You heard his soft voice as the door squeaked closed.

The bed dipped as Jisung sat at the end of it and you opened your eyes to look at him. His shirt had somehow disappeared from the last time you saw him, and his was suspiciously wet. Noticing you were gawking he breathed a laugh “Hyuck got the hose and the others held me down.”

“Why would they do that?” You inquired, picturing how they ganged up on him.

“Something about being a ‘bad boy’ I don’t know. I didn’t mean for everyone to find out like that. But everyone was teasing me” Jisung ran a hand through his wet hair “Even you.”

You sat up and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder “Ji, I’m one of your closest friends. I’m supposed to make fun of you”

Jisung locked eyes with you, licking his lips slowly as he observed your face. With hardly a foot separating you, the heat was beginning to build. “I did think it was a little hot” you whispered, shying away from his gaze.

He grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact with him. “Show me how hot you thought it was”

Jisung’s words took you aback for a moment, but you collected yourself and moved slowly over his lap. The mix of alcohol and your undeniably hot friend was clearly not a good mix, but Jisung gave an order, and who were you to deny him? His hands rested on your hips and you pulled him in, meeting in a slow and sensual kiss. His lips soft against your own, and moved perfectly in sync. You swiped your tongue across his bottom lip and ground down on his growing bulge. These actions eliciting a deep moan from Jisung as he parted his lips to grant entry. The kiss turned to a heated battle for dominance involving teeth, tongues, and lips. He eventually gave in to let you lead, and you took the opportunity to slide your hand down his torso to palm him through his soaked jeans.

You pulled away and rolled your hips over him, smirking “You should probably take these off. Don't want your bed getting all wet now, do we?”

“Oh, I have a feeling it’ll get wet anyway” Jisung winked at you.

You slid off his lap to allow him to peel off his sopping clothes, and you couldn’t help but check him out as he stripped. Running your eyes down his chest to his prominent bulge, the thin fabric looked ready to burst. Jisung chuckled and made a show of removing them for you, tossing them at you playfully. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, erect in front of you for the taking.

“I told you to show me how hot you thought it was. I hope you didn’t think a kiss would suffice” His lips twisted up into a sinister grin as he sat back on the bed. “You should probably take that off too” he gestured to your dress.

Never on to disappoint, you made quick work removing the clothing that adorned your body. Jisung whispered a low ‘fuck me’ under his breath as he shamelessly checked you out while stroking himself. You kneeled before him and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, licking a stripe up to his tip. His head tossed back as your tongue circled the head before you took him in your mouth. Jisung rested a hand on the back of your head, fisting his fingers into your hair to control the speed. Excitement wound its way through your body to your core, where it pooled between your thighs. Jisung’s breathy moans were erotic, and the pace he had set was enough for him to fill your mouth and he knew it. He pulled your head back and you looked up at him under your lashes.

“Want me to show you what I think of when I’m streaming?” he pulled you up onto the bed, and you nodded eagerly.

Jisung kissed from your neck down your chest, paying special attention to your nipples. He took time sucking hickeys across your chest, his right hand tracing up the slick of your core. He positioned himself between your legs, pulling them up to rest on his broad shoulders. A shiver ran down your spine as Jisung teased your entrance with his tip.

“So pretty for me” Jisung praised as he sunk into you.

Both of you moaning loudly as Jisung filled you. The way he stretched you out felt euphoric, and as he began thrusting into you it sent you to cloud nine. Jisung’s grip on your thighs tightened as he upped his speed. Your hands gripped his sheets tightly and he drove you closer to the edge. He pushed your legs off his shoulders and moved his hands to grip your hips instead. You palmed his chest, desperate for the release that only Jisung could give you.

“Aw my pretty girl. What do you want? Use your words” Jisung mocked your fucked out state, knowing you could hardly manage anything other than moans and cursing.

“Come” You whined beneath him.

Jisung took this as encouragement and maneuvered his hand to where your bodies met, brushing his thumb across your clit. This action caused you to shake, the simple touch feeling like ecstasy. His thrusts got sloppier as your pussy clenched around him, earning a groan from Jisung as he tossed his head back. Clearly enjoying how your body was responding to him was all he needed to finish, but he was determined for you to come. More pressure applied from his thumb to your clit and you came undone around him in a mess of tears and moans. Jisung rested his head in the crook of your neck, allowing you to hear him muttering incoherently as he finished. Slowly he pulled away from you to grab something to clean up.

He returned from his bathroom with a damp facecloth in hand to clean you up. You blushed and closed your legs. “Oh, come on, don’t get all bashful on me now” Jisung teased.

You allowed him to wipe you down before you crawled under the covers together. Jisung slung an arm across your waist to pull you flush against him. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before you started to drift off. Before you passed out fully you could hear your friends at the door.

“Told you so. You owe me five bucks, Mark” Renjun’s voice carried through the room.

“Never have I ever slept with my best friend after admitting I was a camboy” Hyuck said, causing everyone to laugh.

“Can you guys fuck off” Jisung tossed a pillow at the door and your friends shut it, laughter following them all the way down the hall.

He’s especially pissed off today.

Once again, he was not placed in your chair but with a stylist he didn’t care too much for. She wasn’t you. Which meant, during filming breaks, she was the one rushing over to him to put his hair back in place or fix any smudged makeup. Meanwhile, Jisung had a clear sight of you greeting Jaemin with a smile. Watching you stand on the tips of your toes to pat away the sweat dripping down Jaemin’s face and neck, all while laughing at whatever the hell he’s saying was enough to sour his mood completely. And to make it worse, he watched as Jaemin’s hands naturally found your waist as you stepped closer to fix his appearance. Almost too naturally. He could feel his blood pressure rising, body temperature heating up, nothing but rage. Anger. Angry that his hyungs could be close to you like that. Yet he’s stuck on the sidelines watching like a kid that didn’t get picked on the playground.

You treat him so differently than everyone else. Even Chenle, and they’re practically the same age. From talking to them like adults, calling them your friends, letting them touch you. He swears, he’s even seen them almost shove their hand up your skirt before. But with him, you use a lot of childish language, pinch his cheeks and he’s not allowed to touch anywhere below your shoulders, it seems. It’s almost as if you were treating him like a baby. That makes him angry. It’s frustrating knowing how differently you treat him, because if he were anyone else, he’d be able to confess his feelings normally. But he’s Park Jisung, the youngest member, and you treat him like a baby much like anyone else.

To him, he’s Park Jisung, a man. A man who has feelings for you. One that wants to love you, provide for you, be everything you want him to be. He wants to be the one you come to when you need someone. And in times like this, when another man gets too close, he wants to be the one that bends you over and reminds you who the better option is. He knows he can treat you better than them. He’s willing to go to great lengths to get to know you. Every part of you. From what makes you happy, to what makes you mad, your favorite movies and foods, all the way to what makes your toes curl and your pussy wet.

He was thankful when their break came to an end. With an eagle eye, he watched as Jaemin’s hands pulled away from your waist as he returned to his place. Jisung sharply exhaled before heading back himself, trying to shake off his thoughts. His dancing would be lacking if he were distracted, so he tried his best to get you and his jealousy off of his mind quickly. Luckily for him, some of the members had run to the restroom before filming resumed and bought him some time to clear his mind and snap back into idol mode.

Thankfully he didn’t mess up his parts and the rest of filming went smoothly.

Once filming ended, everyone fizzled out quickly. Everyone worked together to clean up the set and take care of any last minute duties while the members left to get changed back into their casual clothes. Jisung was in no hurry. He wasn’t particularly fond of getting dressed and undressed with an audience, so he developed a habit of waiting until last to change. That’s how he managed to learn that you stay late, too. You told him that you like to spend a little extra time cleaning and organizing when it’s not as crowded in the room. So, now when he waits to change, it’s usually just the two of you. He knows you’ve stolen a few glances. And today he might try to catch you in the act.

He stops by the vending machine on his way to the dressing room. He picked up your favorite drink, as well as one for him. The dressing room door was open already when he got there, so he peeked his head in. When he did, he saw that it was just you, putting away your makeup brushes. You smiled at him when you noticed he had walked in.

“Hi, noona.” Jisung extended his hand, offering the drink to you.

You happily took it and twisted the cap off, taking a sip. “Hi, Sung.” He could feel his heart slip a beat and the nickname. “You did a really good job today! You’re such a good dancer.”

The praise made his cheeks feel hot, but he managed to keep his composure. If he started spluttering, there’s no way you would ever take him seriously. He thought that it was his chance now, to confess, and he wasn’t going to miss it. He’d spend a lifetime regretting it if he didn’t take this opportunity.

So he took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and grabbed your attention from cleaning up your station. “Noona.”

You hummed, looking up at him. He was picking at his nails despite the pseudo-confidence he had, so you reached out to grab his hands to stop him. This made his heart skip a beat, but he longed for physical contact, so he just squeezed your hands in return.

“Noona, I like you.”

Laughing, you attempted to reach up to pinch his cheeks. “I like you, too, Sungie.”

Jisung sighed, grabbing your wrist. “No. You’re not listening to me. Hear me out.” He kept his hold on your wrist, grabbing the other and tugging you close to his body. Now, the two of you were so close he wasn’t sure which heartbeat was his. Both were racing. “I like you, as in, I have feelings for you. Please, look at me for once. I think I’m in love with you, and I want you to look at me as a man. Not Sungie, not JiJi, or any other nickname. I, Park Jisung, a man, am telling you that I am in love with you. I want you to look at me like you look at the other guys, treat me like you do them. Please. Give me one chance.”

“I…didn’t know I treated them any differently.”

“You do.” His voice dropped a little. “I think everyone can see it. You’re more affectionate with them, you hang out with them more, and you treat them like adults. But you always treat me like a little kid. For once, can you look at me like a man?”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m not…I’m not more affectionate with them.”

Something in Jisung shifted. You could tell by the look on his face. “Oh, really? Then why is it that you’re always hugging them? Or letting them hold you like I should? They know I like you, noona. And it pisses me off how much fun they have knowing you’re mine.”

“Y-Yours..?”

He hummed to confirm. “Mine. You’re mine, noona. Nobody else’s. Let me show you what you’ve been missing this whole time. Let me show you that I’m a man.”

He didn’t give you any time to respond, instead using his hold on your wrists to pull you even closer. You were now pressed chest to chest. Not even enough room for a piece of paper between you. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Immediately, he demanded control with his actions. From holding you tucked into his body to moving you where you were pressed against the table, you were completely caught off guard. However, the confidence with which Jisung kissed you was not unwelcome. It was as if he knew what he was doing—as if there hadn’t been a day in his life that he didn’t kiss you and he knew exactly how to make your knees weak with just a kiss.

Maybe it was the way his tongue automatically slipped past your lips, and how he knew exactly how to use it. Barely brushing against your own before pulling back, teasing you, leaving you breathless as he locks your lips together. Or maybe it was the way he gripped your body as if he’s done it all along. With one hand now gripping your hip, fingertips digging into the skin beneath your clothing, the other barely grasps your neck. You can feel the pads of his fingers on the sides of your neck, but no pressure applied. It almost made you want to place your throat in the palm of his hands and ask him to choke you. But instead you whined, albeit rather muffled. You couldn’t help it when he spread your legs with his knee.

“Didn’t know you were whiny, noona.” Jisung pulled away from the kiss. Instead, he began to leave wet kisses on the skin of your neck, right where his thumb was just moments ago. This only prompted yet another whine in response, especially as he pressed further between your legs. It was almost as if he were tempting you to grind down on his leg. But he moves too quickly for you to even ponder the thought. After having left a few little marks behind, he detached his lips from your neck and dropped to his knees. “Gonna show you what you’ve missed all this time.”

His large hand grabbed your calf, pulling it over his shoulder. The action took you by surprise, making you grip the table so you wouldn’t fall. You’d gone for a skirt this morning when getting dressed after checking that the weather would be hot, and now you’re paying for that choice. The skirt made it all too easy for Jisung to be between your legs, to press a kiss to your pussy over your underwear, and to dampen them as he flattened his tongue against you. Well, dampen them further. You hate to admit it, but you were wet. All because of Jisung. Park Jisung, your friend. The shy, younger boy you’d grown fond of while working together. He was on his knees, between your legs, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your underwear and tugging them down in one move.

Without skipping a beat, he dived back in between your legs. He flattened his tongue out, covering as much of your pussy as he could at once. Gasping at the contact, you let one hand shoot forward to rest on his head. The tips of his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs as he pushed himself closer to you. His tongue makes quick work rolling over your clot and sucking it into his mouth, all while his hands knead the meat of your thighs, migrating upwards and back.

“Oh, Jisung.” You tighten your hold on his hair, lightly pulling. He’d gripped your ass cheeks in his hand, changing the angle of your hips for better access.

He hummed against you. The vibrations sent a shock of electricity through your body, causing you to brace both hands on his head to keep yourself from falling over. The tight grip on his hair pulled a moan from his throat, muffling where Jisung’s face was buried in your pussy. Your head was spinning. Never did it occur to you that Jisung would be this good at eating pussy, although, admittedly, you have thought about it in passing before. He’d barely even gotten started and you already felt like you could cum.

You didn’t notice one of his hands releasing the grip he had on you, nor did you notice it making its way between your thighs. Only when he pulled his mouth off of you to guide his fingers along your slit did you notice. He used two fingers to touch you. Running his fingers between your lips, spreading them, collecting the mixture of arousal and his own saliva that wet the skin there. Then, those two fingers easily pushed into you, aided by the amount of wetness gathered at your entrance. A pathetic whine slipped past your lips.

Almost immediately, after a couple of experimental thrusts of his fingers, he found a consistent pace that was enough to make you weak in the knees alone. But that wasn’t enough for him, and he attached his lips to your clit again. Sucking, licking, rolling his tongue over and around it. All while he fucks his fingers into you. They curled at just the right angle, pulling noise after noise from your mouth because it just felt so good.

“Fuck—.” Your orgasm snuck up on you, so lost in pleasure from the boy—the man between your legs that you didn’t realize until it was washing over you. Hips jerking, whining loudly, breathless, and hands pulling on Jisung’s hair. Still, he didn’t let up. If anything, he nestled his face further between your legs, suckled your clit harder, buried his fingers deeper inside you to fuck you through your orgasm. Once you came down a little bit from the high of your climax, it became a bit too sensitive. You used the hands in his hair to push him away, tugging a little on his hair when he didn’t budge.

He pulls his lips off of you, standing slowly until he’s once again towering over you. His lips were glistening with your wetness, effectively distracting you as you zone in on them. You didn’t miss the way he licked his tongue over his lips, savoring every last taste of you, not knowing when he’d have you again. Jisung carefully watched your face, your heavy breathing, so breathless just from his mouth and fingers that are still buried inside you. He can feel his cock throbbing, and he decides he’s had enough; he needs you now.

In the same second he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty, his slick fingers move to unbutton and unzip his pants. His other hand tugs at your shirt from the bottom, trying to pull it over your head with just the one hand. You helped him, tossing it to the side and pushed his hand away from his pants. With both hands now free, he kneads both of your covered tits in his hands while you work on pushing his pants down his muscular thighs. The size of the bulge in his pants took you by surprise, and you couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

He inhaled sharply and pushed your hand away. “Can’t wait. Need you now.” And with that, he lifts you to sit on the tabletop. Your legs were spread, one on either side of his body, putting you on display. You were only in your skirt and bra while Jisung was still mostly dressed, but pushing his underwear down enough to pull his cock free. Even in his large hands, it looked big, and you could feel yourself start salivating. Who knew he was hiding that?

You could feel an embarrassing amount of arousal pooling at your entrance. It became even more apparent when Jisung just barely slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit. It was so slick, so easy for him to glide against. You felt yourself growing more and more excited with every passing second.

It was almost enough to induce a second orgasm when he finally pushed his cock into you, you were anticipating it so much. Once the head of his cock fit comfortably inside you, you could feel it just barely brushing your sweet spot. Almost as if something else completely took over you, you began to roll your hips forward, trying to fuck his cock deeper. It was pathetic how easily your body reacted, how desperate you were to feel every inch of him. Soft, repeated pleas left your mouth, far too needy to be embarrassed about begging. You needed him.

Jisung wanted to drag out the experience. He wanted to feel and savor every bit of you, no rushing or competing with your past and future lovers. The thought was gone as soon as it appeared, but left a sour feeling in its wake. How many people have had you—will have you this way? Jealousy washed over him, and every thought about taking it slow was thrown out of the window. He has to fuck you so good that you never want anyone else. So good that you’re his, that you keep coming back for more.

The feeling of him thrusting sharply, forcing the rest of his cock in one move was enough to momentarily knock the breath out of you. He sets a quick pace, not even allowing you time to register and adjust. All you could do was whine and gasp for air. Jisung found the noises endearing, and it swells his pride and ego knowing it was for him. All for him.

He couldn’t figure out where he should place his hands; he wanted to touch every inch of your body all at once. So his hands roamed, rubbing, gripping, squeezing. Until they squeezed your breasts, sliding upwards until both hands wrap around your throat. The sight in front of him—because of him—had him squeeze the sides of your neck. Once, twice, until he settled for a gentle pressure. Your boobs, still seated in your bra, bounced in time with his harsh thrusts, almost spilling out. Jisung decided to speed the process along, reaching and quickly pulling the cups down before returning his grip on your throat.

You felt lightheaded, euphoric, drunk on the feeling. Expensive makeup fell and toppled to the floor, but you didn’t care. You’d push them all off yourself if Jisung needed you to. Replacing some foundation or broken palettes is nothing compared to the amount of pleasure you’re experiencing right now.

The two of you were nearing your respective orgasms, inching closer and closer with each passing second. With every thrust, every touch. Jisung kept one hand on your neck, squeezing the sides occasionally to make your eyes roll back and mouth drop open. His other hand was on your chest, grabbing, holding and squeezing your breasts, alternating between both. He rolled his thumb over your nipple, lightly pinching it. Meanwhile, your hands couldn’t settle. First you gripped his biceps, flexed from how he was holding you. Then you placed your hands on his waist. That wasn’t good enough for you, and you felt the need to be closer, so you used that grip to pull yourself into an almost upright position. Now pressing chest to chest, forcing him to remove his hands from your tits. You could now comfortably wrap your legs around his waist and drop your hands to his ass. You gently kneaded the skin there, digging your fingernails into the fatty flesh.

“So close,” you whispered, leaning your cheek against his shoulder. “Want to cum. Want you to cum, shit.”

His own head dipped down, teeth nipping at your neck and lips kissing your heated skin. “Me too; so close to.” His voice was like honey, thick and sweet as he whispered in your ear. You could hear the roughness in it, and it had you nearly shivering though your body was hot. All it would take to have you cumming is—.

You dug your nails deeper into Jisung’s skin, surely leaving marks behind. The rest of your body tensed, becoming all too heavy but also light as a feather at the same time. If it wasn’t for Jisung moving one of his hands to support your back, you would’ve tossed your head too far backwards. But the hand that was once on your chest had moved to your very upper back, large hands easily playing even to your neck, holding your head in place. Leaning against his shoulder still, your mouth dropped open, loudly whining and even drooling a bit. His other hand, the one that was on your throat, had snuck between your legs, giving you that extra push you needed to cum. He rubbed your still-sensitive clit in quick motions until your body went lax against him.

You’d been so lost in your own climax that you hadn’t noticed Jisung teetering on the edge of his for the past few moments. His brows were furrowed, almost as if he were contemplating a very hard decision. With the very last ounces of strength and energy you could gather, you reached your hands back and gripped the table. In the same move, you locked your ankles together and shifted your hips for a better angle. These cues were all Jisung needed before dropping his head to your shoulder, lightly sinking his teeth into the skin there. His hips jerked before stilling completely. You could feel a rush of warmth in you, sending a second round of electricity through you.

When he pulled out, you felt empty. A little sticky, but over the moon. Your body was still recovering from your orgasm, muscles tensing and spasming, struggling to catch your breath. Jisung gently guided you to lean back on the mirror behind you. Selfishly, he glanced between your legs. He had a delicious view of your wet pussy and his soaked cock, covered in leftover arousal and traces of his cum, only mere centimeters apart. He couldn’t help himself but spread your legs further. Lifting one of your limp legs, bending it at the knee to rest your foot on the table. Giving him the perfect view of his cum slowly leaking, being pushed out of your pretty pussy. He almost wanted to scoop every last drop up with his fingers and fuck it back into you. Wanted to keep his fingers there, feeling your pussy contract around them as he makes sure none of his cum gets wasted. Maybe if he bred you, marked you as his, nobody would dare mess with you.

You’re his. And if he has any say about it, he’ll breed you. Full of purpose, fully prepared to make you his forever even if that meant knocking you up. He needed the world to know you were his, and that he’s yours.

For only a moment, he let his mind wander. Jisung imagined a life with you, a life being more than coworkers or even friends. A life being each other’s forever.

“Fuck. I love you, noona.” Probably more than I should, he thought to himself. “Can I take you out? On a proper date?” Slowly, he began to lift you off of the table and lower you to the floor. It was getting late, and you both should really clean up and get home. But somehow, neither of you were quick with it. Lingering, moving slowly. Uncertainty weighing in the air, not knowing what happens now or what you both should make of this.

“I wasn’t staring at your boobs! I mean, I was, but I was trying to be subtle about it.”

Haechan smirks and throws his head back to down another shot. That had to make his fourth one this evening, not to mention the cans of seltzers that littered around his spot on the floor – he was drunk or headed that way at least. If it weren’t for the permanent rosy blush tickling his cheeks and sparkly, glazed over eyes, then the comments were a dead giveaway.

“Alright that’s enough for you.” Jaemin snorts and snatches the bottle of liquor that sat in front of the swaying boy, waving him off when he protests and tries to grab it back. Haechan resorts to throwing a middle finger at him before crossing his arms and pouting.

“Is this what you want? You want this?” Jeno mocks, stealing the liquor from Jaemin and taking a swig straight from the bottle. He wiggles his eyebrows and shakes the bottle in front of Haechan as if to taunt him.

“I’m blocking the both of you after tonight” Haechan grumbles, hands pushing at the empty aluminum cans surrounding his cross-legged figure in hopes that one would have a drop more of drink. When he realizes the search is pointless, he throws two hands up, exasperated, “Since I can’t drink anymore thanks to Jaemin,” he sends a pointed glare his way before continuing, “let’s play a game or something. Spin the bottle?”

“You do realize that playing spin the bottle means there’s a high chance of you kissing me or Jeno.”

Haechan slowly turns his heads towards Jaemin, rapidly blinking, “The only thing I want you kissing is my ass for taking away my precious liquor Mr. Na.”

This was usually how your weekly game nights went. Haechan would drink most of the liquor, leaving him drunker than a skunk, while you, Jeno, and Jaemin settled on a comfortable state between sober and tipsy. He’d normally suggest a more sexual game, even though the four of you were only friends, and then he’d pass out before getting to play the actual game that Jeno brought over from his dorm. Usually, it was something like monopoly or cards (you were exceptional at blackjack), but sometimes the three of you just relaxed on the sofa and talked about your week while Haechan snored away on your living room floor.

These nights were a reprieve for you; a way to let go and forget about the stresses of sophomore year, if only for a little bit, and the boys made sure of that. Game nights were a mandatory thing that they wouldn’t allow you to cancel or skip, no matter if you were having an imposter syndrome meltdown, or family troubles, or boy troubles.

HA!

What a fucking joke that was. You didn’t have any boy troubles because you were completely and utterly invisible to them. At this point you’ve given up on the idea of a boyfriend. Why else were you spending Saturday night with three boys who saw you as nothing more than another one of them.

Your bestfriend Jennie was convinced that they liked you, or you liked them, but you told her time and time again that definitely wasn’t the case, and anyways, they weren’t your type.

Jeno was too quiet for your liking. Being on the hockey team might have upped his popularity with the females, but you knew him. He was a big old nerd that rarely talked and smoked more weed than snoop dog. Every time you went over to his dorm, he was rolling up and offering you a few hits that you respectfully declined. But it wasn’t like Jeno smoked and then fucked a couple chicks… he smoked to study better. He said it ‘enhanced the way he grasped school concepts’. The only downside of this was when he needed drug free piss to pass the tests administered by the hockey team, he came running to you. The dude has seen your literal piss in a cup. There was no way he’d have a crush on you.

Jaemin, on the other hand, might act like he has a crush on you… but then you realize he flirts with everyone and will fuck anything that walks. The boy hasn’t held a relationship longer than a week, and while most girls hated you because they thought you were secretly dating him, there was no way you’d ever. He was sweet enough, taking care of you when you got the freshman flu, and giving you tutoring lessons for free when in reality he was supposed to charge you fifteen bucks an hour, but he was a whore. A good friend, but so, so slutty.

Now Jennie seemed to think that if any one of them were to date you it’d be Haechan since the both of you bicker like an old married couple and he constantly saw you in a sexual light, but you would never, and you mean never, get with him. He stayed tucked away in his dorm room most nights (and days) playing video games religiously, and you were pretty sure he was failing most of his classes. Not to mention the diet he has. Redbulls and cherry flavored lollipops that his good friend Mark supplied him. In fact, you’ve never seen him eat real food. How could you date a man that hadn’t touched a vegetable in years???

The whole idea of dating one of them seemed ridiculous, and while Jennie teases you about it every day, not once has she shown up to game night to confirm (no matter how many times you and Jaemin invite her. You know he’s just trying to get in her pants, but like, having another girl there would be nice sometimes). So, you show up alone to game nights, and are subjected to the immeasurable amounts of testosterone that threaten to strip you of your identity as a woman.

Especially after the bottles of alcohol are gone and they begin arguing.

“No thanks Hyuck, I’d rather kiss Jeno’s ass.” Jaemin smirks and throws a half-hearted kiss towards the dark-haired boy and before you know it, Jeno is climbing over you to grab at Jaemin’s face, lips puckered and going for the kill.

“I didn’t order a live action porno, my god.” You groan, covering your eyes with a weak hand. You could feel the booze starting to get to you, but thankfully you didn’t drink too much.

“Would you rather we film it and send it to you for later?” Jaemin had such a way with words, didn’t he?

“I think I’d rather play a game since this is game night.” You insist, while Jeno detangles himself from Jaemins grip and goes back to sitting in his spot in the circle. Jaemin was on your right, Jeno on your left, and Haechan directly in front of you, who, at the moment, was staring at your chest again. “Lee Donghyuck!”

“I’m sorry, they just look so pillowy.” He pantomimes swooning and flutters his eyelashes.

“This is why you get no more liquor.” You deadpan and turn your attention to Jaemin who’s messing with his hair, “What game do you wanna play?”

Jeno sat picking his nails, but he pipes up, “I didn’t have time to pick up a board game because practice ran late, so how about something old school? Truth or dare?”

Truth or dare was such a simple kids game, but with the right circumstance it could prove to be a very fun adult game, especially on your campus. You’ve seen firsthand what truth or dare could do… people streaking through the campus, stealing security vehicles, and even jumping into the fountains.

“Let’s do it.” You and Jaemin say at the same time.

“Me first!” Hyuck screams, grinning mischievously at you, “Y/N, truth or dare?” You already knew he was up to something, so you carefully review your options and choose truth, the look of disappointment crossing his face when he hears your answer. “Is it true you slept with Mark?”

You almost choke on your own spit. How did he know about that? It was back in freshman year, and you swore Mark to secrecy. Not because you were embarrassed, but because you never wanted Haechan to find out. Seems like that didn’t work. You make a mental note to obliterate Marks kneecaps after lecture tomorrow.

Gritting your teeth, you spit out your answer, “True.”

Jeno and Jaemin’s eyes snap to you and the latter gasps, slapping a hand over his face, “When did this happen???”

“Freshman year. Science building bathroom.” You grumble, burying your head in your hands. Great. Now your friends knew.

“I’m shocked. I didn’t think little miss innocent had it in her.” Jeno grins when you snap your head to him and raise a fist, “I’m joking…mostly.”

“Whatever. My turn next.” Your eyes scan the circle and while you wanted to get Hyuck back, you turn to Jaemin, “Truth or dare?”

His response is instantaneous, “Truth.”

“Is it true you’ve slept with more than one girl at a time?” You’d heard stories, but none that you knew were true, and if your friend was being a monumental slut, you wanted to know. This could be potential blackmail. You were joking…mostly.

He hesitates for a split second, eyes jumping from you to Jeno and Haechan, “…Yes…”

“Jaemin!” you shriek, falling in to a fit of giggles, “Who??”

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “Jennie and Yeji.”

You stop laughing. “Jennie. As in my bestfriend Jennie. That Jennie?’

For the first time you see him downcast his eyes and a blush cover his cheeks. He was embarrassed or nervous, maybe both. He knew how protective you were over your bestfriend. At least you knew why she avoided game night now.

“Oh shit!” Haechan yelps, laughing and pointing at Jaemin, “No way you boned Jennie and Yeji at the same time.”

“That’s… a lot, even for you Jaem.” Jeno says quietly, but a loud smile stretched from one ear to the other, obviously showing he was proud.

Everyone was waiting for you to blow up and go off on Jaemin, but you had other plans. “You must have weak dick game because I’ve never heard the stories, and she tells me everything.”

“Hey! We were all drunk, and anyways this was last year, before we even met.” His brows furrow, his freshly dyed pink hair falling into his eyes, which he blinks away. “It’s fine to be upset but don’t insult my dick game. That’s just inaccurate. Every girl you ask can tell you I fuck the best.” A confident smile breaks out on his face, even when Haechan throws up his hands.

“Now hold on just one second. You may have fucked the most, but you definitely don’t fuck the best. There’s literally no way.” The drunk boy seemed to sober up the minute his masculinity was threatened, and now he sat on his knees, one finger outstretched towards Jaemin who just rolls his eyes.

“And you’re saying you do?”

“Well, I’m certainly saying I fuck a lot better than you.” Haechan nods like he made a valid point, and slides his eyes to you, “Don’t you agree Y/N?”

Jeno and Jaemin gape at you.

“Woahhh,” You laugh nervously, “I’ve never touched Hyuck, much less fucked him. I wouldn’t know.” You try defending yourself, but you can tell the other two boys don’t believe you. Great. First the Mark thing, and now this.

“Whatever, point is, I leave every girl drooling and barely remembering her own name. The only thing they crave is my cock. Girls fuck you because it’s basically an initiation, Jaemin.”

The harsh words radiating off of Haechan has you and Jeno cringing but the both of you remain quiet.

“Yeah right. What girls are you talking about? E girls from your video games? ‘Cause those don’t count.” Haechan throws a middle finger towards Jaemin and huffs, crossing his arms across his chest and narrowing his eyes. “I fuck real girls, and I fuck them good. Why else do they keep coming back to me? I’m the king of fucking. I can make any girl squirt,” Jaemins eyes skirt yours and you can’t help but feel like the comment was directed at you, “I could even teach Y/N.”

Jeno snorts but Haechan just keeps glaring. You on the other hand don’t find the comment funny, “Haha. You can leave.”

“Oh, so Haechans the only one who gets to make jokes at your expense?” Jaemin deadpans.

“Yes. Because I know he’s just joking, you’ll try and fuck anything that walks.”

Jaemin’s eyebrows shoot up, “No offence Y/N, but you would be the last girl I’d fuck.”

You knew he was joking because the corners of his lips lift into a subtle smile, but the comment still stung a bit. Maybe you weren’t the prettiest girl on campus, but you definitely didn’t think bad of yourself.

“Well, my dick is bigger.” Haechan sneers. You find it funny that he went from performance to size, but…boys will be boys you guess.

“Literally no way.” Jaemin spits back.

“It’s bigger than yours. Remember when I walked in on you –”

“OKAY OKAY!” Jaemin panics, ready to lunge at Haechan if he spoke another word about his roommates late night escapades.

You take a peek at Jeno who has been unnaturally quiet, but he’s just watching his friends bicker back in forth, both of his hands propped up behind himself so he could lean back comfortably. The white t-shirt he was wearing lifted a bit at the bottom to expose a flat abdomen, tiny veins popping out closer to his waist band, and for some reason you wonder if his dick is also veiny.

“What about you Jeno?” You ask quietly, silencing Jaemin and Haechan who were also extremely curious to hear the answer.

Jeno’s face turns a bright shade of pink, but his voice is calm and composed, “I leave my girls satisfied.”

“That’s code word for; he’s vanilla” Haechan jokes and all Jeno does is shrug.

Jaemin pipes up, reaching for his phone in his back pocket, “Well I don’t believe any of you, so prove it. Come on.”

“How the fuck are we supposed to prove it?” Haechan splutters.

“I’m sure you’ve got pictures or videos on your phone. Come on, you need evidence to back up your claims!” Jaemin is rapidly tapping his phone, and so is Hyuck, but Jeno merely pulls his out and sets it in his lap.

The argument grabs your full attention when you hear an obscene sound erupt from the speakers of Haechans phone. He’s grinning down at the screen cockily before handing off the device to Jaemin who watches with narrow eyes. When the video stops, Jaemin hands it to you and you’re absolutely struck by what’s splayed out before you.

It’s a downward angle of Haechans lap, his cock hard and red, an overwhelming amount of spit covers his tip and drips down his shaft while the girl – whoever she was – leaned down and sucked on his balls. With surprise, you note that Haechan was right, he has a big dick. The biggest one you’d seen before, actually. The girls mascara is running, and you watch as Haechan’s hand snakes in her hair and pulls so that she’s no longer swallowing his balls, and instead hovers over his tip. You watch as his fingers tighten so hard his knuckles turn white and the girl cries out in pain. One second later Haechan is pushing her head down so far a very loud yet stifled gag blares from his speakers. He continues using the girls mouth to his advantage, pretty much face fucking her without lifting his hips, and when you hear a single whimper from behind the camera, you toss the phone to Jeno.

Seeing your friend all fucked out with a random girl wasn’t on your ‘must need to see’ list, but the air was beginning to grow thick and hot, and maybe taking a shower after they left was a good idea.

Jeno watches with half lidded eyes, almost bored.

“That didn’t count though, that wasn’t you fucking anyone?” you whisper and Jaemin laughs.

“Yeah, that doesn’t count.”

“Sorry I’m not a whore and take videos during sex.” He frowns, grabbing his phone out of Jeno’s hands and shoving it into his pocket.

“My turn. Here you go.”

Jaemin hands you the phone first and immediately you notice how well the quality is, “Was this taken on a real camera?” you ask incredulous.

“…Yes…” He chuckles.

You could make out every ab, every bead of sweat on his forehead, and the arousal that was leaking from the girl Jaemin was hovering over top of. His pink hair is plastered to his forehead from the exertion of holding himself up by only on hand, the other perfectly wrapped around the girls throat. He’s rolling his body fluidly, like a professional dancer, and with each wave, his cock disappears between the girls thighs. She’s not very vocal, but that couldn’t be due to the lack of stimulation because almost forty seconds in, Jaemin abruptly pulls out and a rush of fluid leaks from her cunt and sprays Jaemins abdomen. You hear him groan, ‘God you’re so fucking hot. NaNa did that, didn’t he? Mhm…come here pretty girl.” You can feel your face growing hot and decide that maybe that was enough NaNa for you, and hand the phone off to Hyuck.

So, Jaemin could make a girl squirt. He wasn’t lying … but making a girl scream? Now you weren’t sure about that.

The other boys watch the video with nothing but amusement and some part of your brain, maybe the drunk side, wonders if they were getting hard at watching their friend fuck someone, but no matter how hard you stare, you can’t see any outlines.

“Told you I fuck like a God.” Jaemin smirks, tugging his phone out of Haechans hands, the boy just staring with wide eyes at the way the girl squirts.

Haechan waves him off, “Yeah, yeah.”

You’re speaking before you realize, “What about you Jeno? What dirty secrets does your camera roll hold? Ya know… since we’re getting up close and personal.” The truth was you wanted to see why Jeno wasn’t jumping at the chance to prove himself to the other boys.

He chuckles and reaches into his lap, withdrawing a dark red iPhone and tapping in his password, “I have quite a lot of evidence. Anything you want to see in particular?” He looks up through his lashes at you, smirking, and handing you the phone, “How about you pick?”

Jaemin and Haechan try peering at the screen as Jeno passes it to you, but you quickly snatch it up and almost drop it on the ground when you catch sight of the treasure trove Jeno had been hiding this whole time.

With a delicate finger you start to scroll past hundreds of photos and even more videos. The thumbnails are sometimes blurry, sometimes vivid, but each one displays Jeno in a nasty light. From solo shots to girls, you’re seeing more of Jeno than you ever thought you would.

You must have accidentally gasped because Jaemin and Haechan start shouldering each other to grab a spot beside you in hopes of getting a glimpse. Jeno just sits back and smirks, folding his rather toned forearms across his chest.

“No fucking way.” Hyuck whispers.

Jaemin points to a twenty-minute video, “That one. Wanna watch that one.” The shock is evident in his voice; probably because it looked like his bestfriend got more pussy than him, but hesitantly, you press the video and turn up the sound.

Immediately you notice the way the camera is set up in the corner of his room, or maybe on a tripod, you weren’t sure, but either way it allowed you to see everything. You can see the way Jeno’s hips sharply thrust into whoever he had bent over his bed. One of his hands is threaded tightly in her hair, pulling her head up so that her face was towards the camera. Her face was tear-streaked, running mascara smeared underneath her eyes. Jeno looks lustfully down at the top of her head, “Love the way I’m fucking you baby?” He groans, and you feel Haechans hand land on your thigh. His nails slightly dig into your skin, and if you were in the right mind, you would have told him to stop, but right now your focus is on Jeno, and Jeno alone.

The girl cries out something unintelligible, and Jeno leans forward to grip her jaw with his other hand whilst still hitting the most brutal backshots you’d ever seen. “Can’t hear you baby… Have I fucked you so good you can’t speak? Fucking pathetic slut. That’s why you’re bent over my bed while your boyfriends at a party. Mhm, Daddy fucks so good you’ve gotta sneak behind his back to get some, yeah? Fucking slut.”

“Oh shit!” Jeno leaps up and snatches the phone out of your hand, fumbling to turn off the sound, “Maybe not that video…wasn’t my finest night.”

“You fucked a girl with a boyfriend??” you splutter, taken aback that your friend would do such a thing.

“She came to me because they were in a fight, and we had a thing beforehand…I think they’re back together now.” He recalls, shoving the phone in his pocket, “Of course you had to pick the one and only video of me doing something I swore to never do again.”

“Why do you have so many tapes?” Haechan pipes up, his hand now removed from your thigh, but you can make out small crescent shapes from where his nails were.

Jeno shrugs, “I don’t know. I like to keep record I guess.”

“I feel like a proud father,” Jaemin cries, wiping underneath his eyes at fake tears, “You’re finally learning.”

“Yeah…Learning.” Jeno smirks and turns his eyes to you. “So…?”

Looking around you wonder if he had asked a question while you were daydreaming about those backshots you had just witnessed, “So what?”

“So, who fucks best? You’ve seen the evidence, now tell us.”

Jeno’s picking at you, but he loves to watch the way your chest and neck and face flush at his question, how you nervously look away and start biting your nails. How the gears in your head start turning to get you out of answering at all, because if you gave one, it meant you paid too much attention to the boys.

“Well…” You start, feeling the gaze of all three men, which makes you want to revert to your bedroom and cry the horniness out, “I think it’s pretty obvious.”

Hyuck claps his hands together, “I told yall it was me.”

“No. It’s Jeno. From the sheer amount of personal porn he has stored away, I’m sure he fucks better than the two of you.” You’re prepared to hear the arguing, but Haechans the only one who whines. Jaemin accepted the defeat, his bestfriend got a lot of pussy, good for him, “And you didn’t even have the right kind of video Hyuck.”

The boy whines and slaps his hands on the ground, “Well that’s not fair! All girls are different!! So literally the only way for you to tell who fucks best, is if you fuck all of us and then decide who the winner is…” His gaze slides over to yours and soon Jenos and Jaemins follow suit.

He didn’t mean it like that. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, but you also knew what everyone was thinking.

You were a girl.

All of you were drunk.

And you just saw their dicks.

This could happen. Could this happen? This couldn’t happen.

An overt awkwardness settles over the entire room before all three of them drop their eyes. Jeno goes back to picking at his nails, Haechan kicks at the aluminum cans around his body and Jaemin clears his throat, “Alright this game went south… let’s uh… let’s play something else.”

“I think I have a stack of UNO cards around here.” You suggest and Haechan jumps up from his spot on the floor.

“I saw them the other day, they’re on your desk. I’ll get them.” He filters off, leaving you and the other boys to sit in silence.

For the rest of the night everything seemed tense, rounds of uno being played in silence, not even Haechan perking up and cracking jokes. You felt bad, not because of what was said, but because you felt yourself growing hot under the collar at the thought of it.

It was dirty, lewd, vulgar, an impulsive thought, but one that you found yourself wanting to go for. You liked the idea of the challenge a little more than you probably should have, and you can’t help but formulate a plan in your mind on how you’re going to complete it.

The rational side of your brain is screaming at you to shut up and shut down the drunk fantasies stirring in your mind, and somehow you end up listening, and immersing yourself in the way Jaemin flips the stack of cards over in his hand.

“We should be getting back. It’s getting late.” Jeno speaks up, avoiding eye contact with you and simply getting up from his spot on the floor and grabbing his hoodie off the arm of the couch.

Haechan and Jaemin follow suit, quick goodbyes and promises of seeing each other later filling the tense air with a sense of relief.

When the door slams shut, and your dorm is finally enveloped in a peaceful yet odd silence, you think back to what was said moments before the awkwardness started.

‘The only way for you to tell who fucks best, is if you fuck all of us and then decide who the winner is.’

Haechan was right.

Challenge accepted.

His lips trailed down the side of your neck, as soft as the plush blanket beneath you. Shivers ran up your spine, igniting the desperation that had been clawing at you all night. Your skin felt hot, the cool night air drifting through the open window offering no consolation.

He moves down your body slowly, his lips and nose brushing along your skin, painting a trail of kisses with each movement. “You’re getting restless baby.”

In truth your legs were rubbing against him, and your hands endlessly caressed his shoulders. Your head was cloudy, and you could barely speak. “Want you in me.” His teeth graze the point right above your navel, making you arch up against him.

“How badly?” He looks up with his precious doe eyes, a smirk playing gently on his lips. The light pouring in from the streetlamp across the road shone dimly on his face, illuminating the soft curve of his jaw, making him seem that much more boyish.

You lift your head up and reach out for him, wanting him to hold you and make love, but he grabs your hands and pins them to your side, now hovering over top, “How badly do you want me?”

You let out a breathless whine knowing that Lee Donghyuck was only going to fuck you if you begged. “Very badly, please.” He leans down and gives you a kiss, his soft lips rubbing against your own drove him crazy, a low moan rising in his throat.

“I need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do. I need to hear you.” He looks directly at you, his soft brown eyes pleading with you. He moves one hand off of your arm to cup your face, his thumb moving against your cheek.

He was so fucking hot; you swore you’d do anything he asked.

You move your hand up to grasp the wrist that was stroking your cheek, “I need to feel you inside me, please Hyuck, I need you to fuck me.” You close your eyes, the embarrassment of saying such things weighing in.

He pushes your thighs apart with one hand and presses another kiss to your lips, “Hey,” He taps your cheek with his thumb making you open your eyes, “Only because you asked so nicely.”

“Y/N!”

A sharp pain bursts in your shoulder and you groan out, Haechans face slowly disappearing from above you.

“Y/N!”

Another bout of pain surges through your arm when all of a sudden you jolt up in bed, disrupting the dream your mind was playing out before you in real, incredible detail.

You look around your room and your eyes land on Haechan.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” He chuckles and takes a step back.

“Did you just pinch me awake?” You rub your arm, taking into account the fact that your top was so low, and Haechan had prying eyes.

“I called your name three times, and you didn’t wake up. You know the rule.”

You groan and furiously rub your eyes, clusters of sleep sticking in the corners. “Why are you even waking me up this early? It’s a Sunday.”

“Oh that’s easy.” Haechan walks around your room, touching all your little knickknacks and knocking over a few of them by accident, “Jeno has a game today and he wants all of us to get breakfast as a good luck thing. I don’t know, you know how superstitious he can be.”

“Yeah…” You trail off, admiring the way Haechan’s back muscles looked in his white t-shirt.

The dream.

The dream of Haechan kissing you… of him touching you, making you tell him that you wanted him to fuck you.

Uh oh.

“Okay. I’ll meet you at his dorm. You can go now.”

He turns around from where he was messing with the rubiks cube Jennie had given you as a birthday gift, “What’s the rush?”

“Get OUT” you squeal, chucking one of your pillows at him.

He dodges the attack but moves towards the door, “You’re fucking grumpier than me in the morning.” Closing the door, he calls over his shoulder, “Fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”

Rolling your eyes, you slam your head in your hands.

That was just embarrassing.

The best thing you could do for the day was meet them for breakfast, go support Jeno at his game, and forget about the dream entirely… and the challenge from last night. The one where you fuck all of them and rate them at the end to determine which one was the best? Yeah, that one little challenge. So much for blaming it on the alcohol.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

When you move to push the thick comforter back and climb out of bed, you can’t help but feel the overwhelming wetness between your thighs. It was uncomfortable to say the least, especially when you clench around nothing and your mind drifts to what would have happened if the dream continued, if you had continued the discussion last night.

The challenge flashes across your mind again and the place between your thighs begins to ache.

You knew exactly who you were going after first.

Get ready Lee Donghyuck, I’m about to take you for a ride.

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It was always the same fight.

“Can we please just put on a movie” Jaemin groans, balling his hands into fists and furiously rubbing his eyes.

Haechan glares at you from his spot on the floor, “I’m not watching a movie called Flowers Bloom. What kind of chick flick is that???” he shifts his gaze over to Renjun, “I’m so disappointed in you bro.”

Renjun wiggles in his spot on the recliner and rolls his eyes, “Whatever, I’m not watching your robotic sci-fi crap. It’s repetitive.”

“You know what?” Haechan starts, pushing himself off the floor and moving to stand in front of Renjun, jabbing his finger in the boy’s face.

The bickering continues, Haechan swearing up and down that he will not, under any circumstance watch the romance movie that you and Renjun wanted too. Jeno backs him up every now and then, reiterating the fact that their movie is rated 100 percent on rotten tomatoes when you and Renjuns was only rated a whopping 68.

Jaemin sits on the floor, his back pressed up against the loveseat, and watches the four of you go back and forth. “QUIET!” he yells, startling everyone into complete silence, “I’ll break the goddamn tie.”

“That’s fair.” Jeno pipes up from his spot on the love seat.

Jaemin gets up and grabs each CD case, putting them behind his back to shuffle them around, free of any prying eyes.

“If you don’t pick ours, I’m stuffing your pillowcase with soggy toilet paper.” Haechan deadpans.

You send him a sneer to which he sticks out his tongue. You lunge for him, ready to yank the muscle directly out of his mouth, but he dances away from you before you can.

“Quit it!” Jaemin sighs, “Whichever movie I pull out from behind my back is the movie we’re watching. No exceptions.”

With all four of you leaning forward, silently praying it’s the movie you each want, you wait. Jaemin slowly retrieves the case from his left hand and puts it up in the air for everybody to see.

“HA! Fuck you Y/N!” Haechan squeals, beaming with happiness as Jaemin produces the sci-fi movie. You groan and Renjun sighs defeatedly, but nonetheless, the tie was broke.

“Fine,” you pout, “But you have to go make me popcorn.”

Haechan turns to you with a wild expression, “Popcorn? Get up and make it yourself you lazy bum.”

Without thinking, you lunge for him, grabbing his shoulder and reaching up to snatch his ear with your other hand. He shrieks, wailing about how you need to preserve his precious face because its ‘how he makes a living’.

“Go. Make. Me. Popcorn. You little freak.” You seethe between gritted teeth.

Jaemin looks like he wants to say something about the two of you fighting, but it was common knowledge that nothing was going to stop you once you got your hands on each other.

“Oh my God fine! Just let go of my ear please!” With a final squeeze, you let him go and watch him rub his now bright red ear, cradling it in his hands and whimpering on about how he hopes he can still hear.

Jaemin repeatedly gave you lectures about how violence wasn’t the answer, but Haechan seemed to do what he was told when you had him in your grasp, so you didn’t really pay much attention to what the older boy tried to instill in you. And just like you thought, Haechan walks into the kitchen without another word to pop your popcorn.

“You guys shouldn’t be so mean to each other.”

“Shut up Jaemin, or you’re next”

After Haechan successfully burnt the first bag of popcorn, which clouded the entire apartment in smoke, and even set off the alarm (which Jeno repeatedly smacked with a kitchen ladle until it stopped shrieking), you ended up making your own popcorn.

“You suck at cooking.”

He shrugs his shoulders and gestures for you to walk in front of him, back into the living room, “I told you to do it yourself. This was just the consequence.”

You couldn’t argue with him on that one, so you just hurriedly stomp to the couch and take a seat, making sure to snatch the blanket away from him before he could grab it. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead taking a seat next to you and immediately plunging his hand into your bowl of popcorn and taking a heaping handful.

“Fuck off!” you huff, snatching the bowl away from his greedy fingers and placing it on the other side of you. He does nothing but smirk and crunch away.

“Shut up.” Jeno deadpans, “The movie is starting.”

Sure enough, the opening scene blooms onto the flat screen tv, so you settle back and prepare yourself for the movie you definitely didn’t care to see.

Someone turns off the light, though you don’t know who because you’re more distracted by how close Haechan is too you. Somehow, his leg has ended up crushed against yours, the hem of his shorts rolled up to reveal his bare thigh.

You move the popcorn bowl from where it sat beside you so you could attempt to scoot over to the end of the couch, but Haechan takes this as an opportunity to snatch the blanket and shuffle under it. Now you were trapped between him and the arm of the couch. There was nowhere to run too. All the other chairs were taken.

Renjun was comfortably curled up in the recliner and Jeno had his legs spread-eagle with Jaemin’s head in his lap, both of them taking up the whole loveseat; and while the image wanted to make you laugh, you also felt like screaming because you swear Lee Haechan just touched your thigh.

You audibly gasp at the sensation, thankful that the suspenseful movie music reached an all-time high and drowned out your noise. He doesn’t seem to notice it, thank God, but you can still feel the burning of his fingers brushing the bare skin of your upper thigh.

Did he do that on purpose? Surely, he hadn’t. You glance over and see him fiddling with a loose thread on the end of the blanket. His long, slender fingers toy with the excess fabric, wrapping it around them over and over again.

He had really pretty hands, nimble, quick fingers that would look so perfect slotted between your thi-

Woah.

You really needed to calm down your thoughts. You had no attraction to the boy sitting next to you, it had just been a long time since someone had touched you there. Wasn’t his fault he accidentally hit a sweet spot. Right?

Just as you settle back, recaptured into the strange plot of the movie, he does it again, and this time, you knew it was on purpose.

His right hand slipped underneath the blanket and grabbed your thigh, making you jump in your seat. Your face begins to grow hot as you look around and pray nobody noticed. Jeno, however, did, and is pointedly staring daggers at you and Haechan.

Clenching your jaw, you focus your attention back to the movie and try to forget about Jeno’s gaze and Haechans hand wrapped around your upper thigh. It’s working for a minute until Haechan begins to knead the inside of your thigh. Squeezing the supple skin, massaging it.

You should tell him to stop. That this wasn’t what friends did, especially ones that fought all the time, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you had thought about him this way before.

Sometimes when he got out of the shower and only had a towel wrapped around himself, you caught a glimpse of his back muscles flexing, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had to change panties that day. Admittedly, you were hot for Haechan, which is why you bickered with him all the time.

So, you didn’t stop him.

Instead, you pretended that nothing was happening. Keeping a straight face towards the movie and trying not to acknowledge his hand.

For a few minutes it stayed the same, him kneading the inner flesh of your thigh and you ignoring it, but something switched when the two main characters on screen shared a heated kiss. After that, his hands wandered further up your thigh, stroking the same path again and again. Involuntarily, you part your legs, and he notices.

You sneak a glance at him. He was turned towards the movie – pretending to watch, or actually paying attention, you couldn’t tell. His fluffy brown hair was falling into his eyes, brushing the tops of his unusually long eyelashes. His lips were slightly parted, and it was then that you truly realized how hot Haechan was. Not handsome – hot. And you knew after the movie was done you were going to invite him back to your room so he could properly fuck you – not toy with you underneath a blanket.

His hands travel higher, until they brush the front of your shorts, startling you and making your hips jerk forward. A mumbled whine leaves your lips as your eyes close.

They quickly snap open when you realize someone has paused the movie.

Jeno holds the remote in his hands, finger poised over the pause button while all three boys are turned towards you and Haechan.

“What the fuck is going on over there? Because every couple of seconds I can here Y/N make noise and it’s becoming annoying.” Jeno had to be lying, were you really making sounds? You thought you had been quiet enough, only letting out a huff of breath here and there.

Haechan pinches your thigh underneath the blanket and your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. Were you so pathetically horny that you couldn’t control your facial expressions?

“What the fuck was that.” Jaemin smirks, getting up from his spot on the loveseat and moving towards the two of you. Instead of Haechan moving his hand so that the both of you don’t get caught, he keeps it there.

“N-nothing is going on, I was just watching the movie” you blurt out, but it’s no use. Before you can stop him, Jaemin is ripping away the blanket, exposing Haechans hand between your thighs

Jaemin bursts into laughter when your entire face flushes. You bury your face into Haechans shoulder albeit a bad idea since the boys just caught him with his hand between your legs, but it seemed like the safest option.

“No need to hide princess.” Haechan whispers, his breath fanning the side of your exposed cheek.

Princess.

The nickname has every nerve in you strung on a high wire.

You can hear Jeno mutter, “I knew something was up.”

“Sorry for interrupting the movie guys,” Haechan apologizes, nudging your head off his shoulder, “I was just doing some experimenting here and it seems Y/N really likes having her thighs touched.”

“We heard” Jeno mumbles softly,

Jaemin, who has stopped laughing and instead takes on an inquisitive look, looks down at you “She does huh?” You felt small under his gaze.

Haechan clambers off the couch to kneel in front of you, using both his hands to push your knees apart, and bringing his face dangerously close to the inside of your thigh, “May I?”

The word no forms on your lips, on the premise that these were your best friends and doing whatever was about to happen might surely ruin that bond, but you were horny, and Haechans eyes were just the prettiest shade of brown, his lips puffy from him chewing on his bottom lip. The rational side of your brain was screaming at you to reconsider but the way Jaemin was looking down at you, like he couldn’t wait for you to fall apart, convinced you. Renjun and Jeno were tensely watching, waiting for your answer.

You gingerly nod your head and Haechan wastes no time.

His tongue took you by surprise, lying flat against your skin and licking bold stripes from the side of your knee all the way up to the hem of your shorts, which had been pushed up insanely far from you squirming during the movie. Harsh sucking noises sound from his mouth as bruises begin to bloom on your skin. Your hands shoot out and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer. You can feel him chuckle against you when you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper, and one of your many onlookers swears underneath their breath.

“Look at her.” Jaemin smirks.

“Who knew she could be this fucked out from just him licking her thighs,” Renjun, only now speaking up, has leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, trying to conceal the painfully obvious erection pressing hard against his thigh.

“Who knew you could get hard from just watching” you bite back, gasping when Haechan nips at your thigh.

“Watch it” he growls.

“He started it!’ You protests, but Haechan ignores you, instead nipping at you again. You jump, this time smashing his nose into you.

“Someone get over here and shut her up.” He grumbles, hands pushing your thighs even farther apart.

Jaemin, only a few feet away, takes up the offer and flops on the couch next to you, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It’s messy, desperate, teeth scraping teeth, with his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. He snags it between his teeth and gently pulls back. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you baby.”

The pet name, much like princess, has your hips jerking against nothing.

“I think she wants her pussy ate.” Jeno’s voice surprises you, especially with how filthy his words are, but just the thought has you lifting your hips so Haechan can pull your bottoms down.

In a split second they’re flung to the other side of the living room, and you’re bare for everyone to see. Jeno’s blushing even though it was his idea in the first place, though the way his hands are shoved in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed.

Renjun is still in the same position, his face bright red. He avoids eye contact even though he knows you’re looking directly at him.

Haechan draws your attention away when he stands up, leaving your legs spread for everyone to gawk at. He reaches forward with a smile and grabs a fistful of Jaemin’s hair, dragging him off the couch.

“Ow- you Haech- What the fuck, that hurts.” Jaemin groans, but Haechan pays no mind. He forces the boy to kneel between your thighs, and leans over, whispering directly in his ear, “Go ahead.”

Jaemin looks up at him with pleading eyes and the devilish boy gives him a wink, “I don’t think –”

You can feel an ache settle between your thighs, and you almost want to close them to gain some sort of friction, but you keep them open, much to Haechans delight.

“You see that Jaem?” he gestures towards your bare pussy, “See how wet she is? “The older boys nods furiously, still on his knees with Haechans hands wrapped tightly in his hair. “She’s obviously fucking aroused, so either you eat her out, or I’ll make Renjun do it.”

Renjuns head perks up at the mention of his name, “Why me?”

Before Haechan has a chance to respond you frustratingly cry out, “Someone better do it before I go to my room and get myself off.”

All four heads turn towards you, eyes incredulous, but Haechans the only one that speaks up, “You’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

If it weren’t for the vulnerable position, you were in, you would have smacked him in the face for that little comment, but instead, you ignore him and turn to Jaemin. “Please.” You breathe, eyebrows drawn in, “I’ll beg if you want me too.”

He looked nervous, hands tentatively lifting to hold your thighs in place. The warmth from his fingers was uncomfortable, and it made you squirm a bit in your seat. You wanted him to go ahead and dive in because the anticipation was killing you.

“Be still.” He whispers.

You immediately stop moving, his voice commanding. A rush of arousal floods your core and Jaemin’s eyes are transfixed. “Fuck it” he mumbles, pushing his face between your legs and darting his tongue out to lap at you.

The sensation has you lifting your hips off the seat, and his once gentle hands slam them back down against the couch. Jaemins mouth attaches itself to your clit, harshly sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your hands replace Haechans in his hair. “Fuck – Jaem – Don’t stop, ah – please”

“Shit.” Someone groans from across the room. Your eyes, which had fluttered closed earlier, snap open and try to find who had cursed, but instead your blessed with something else. Jeno, still in his spot on the loveseat, has pulled his cock out and was stroking himself slowly, his eyes shut, and head lolled to the side. His eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure, and the sight makes you whimper and pulls Jaemin’s face closer to your pussy.

Renjuns still in the recliner, leant forward and watching Jaemin with curious eyes. You could tell he was still hard, even if he chose to ignore it.

Haechan, still standing overtop the both of you fishes for something in his pocket and pulls out a phone. For a second you think he’s going to record you, but then you hear the unmistakable sound of a facetime call commencing.

“Haechan who the fuck are you call- shit!” You choke on your words when Jaemin drags a finger through your folds, still flicking his tongue against your clit. He gently pushes one finger into you, curling his finger so that it brushed your g-spot. A sob of pleasure rushes out of you, your hips trying to grind against Jaemin’s face.

“Hyung!” Haechans voice is bright and cheerful when whoever he was calling picked up the phone.

“Yaa! What do you want, I’m at practice?” You would know that voice anywhere. Haechan had called Mark, another roommate of yours. It was hard to question why he was calling the older boy with Jaemin making loud slurping noises.

Haechan moves to flip the camera so Mark could see you, “Just thought you’d might like to see what we’re up too.”

Jaemin adds another finger, his digits rapidly squelching in and out of you, bruising your g-spot, while his tongue flickered over you. Your taken aback at the sudden stretch of his fingers, letting out an embarrassingly loud gasp that turned into a moan. You couldn’t pay attention to Haechans antics, especially when you could feel your orgasm building.

The facetime call sounded like it was breaking up, Marks gasp audibly choppy and distant. You wondered if the boy was jealous. If he wished, he was between your thighs instead of Jaemin.

He says something that only Haechan could hear, “I bet she wishes you were here Mark.” Another broken response blares from the phone speakers, but you can’t make it out, “Wanna watch the rest?” Haechans smirk is evident in his voice, and for the first time since this whole thing started, you get a good look at him.

His shorts were tight, you could tell, his erection straining against the shiny material. At some point he had taken his shirt off, revealing deep, tan skin that looked so soft. The faint contours of his muscles could be seen when he moved about, and the sight was driving you mad. You wanted to touch him.

“Just sit there and watch.” Haechans says from the other side of the room. He had taken his phone and propped it up against the T.V so that Mark could watch the five of you. The boy leaves his phone and comes to stand behind the couch – right behind you. His hands reach over your shoulders and grab the bottom of your hoodie, slowly dragging it up your body until it’s being pulled over your head.

“Fuck, she’s not even wearing a bra.” Renjun swears.

Haechans hands reach down again and pinch both of your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingertips. “Fuck, Haechan – that –”

“Feel’s good?” He hums, finishing the sentence for you. You try to squirm away from his hands, but with one boy holding your thighs in place and the others elbows pushing your shoulders back into the couch, you were stuck.

What about the other boys? Two was enough attention, but you couldn’t leave them out.

Moving your gaze over to Jeno, you see his eyes have opened up and are staring at you. When you make eye contact, his cheeks flush red. He’s no longer touching himself, but you can tell he hasn’t come yet. You loved how well Jaemin was eating you out, his fingers hitting your sweet spot, but you felt empty. You wanted more.

You find yourself inviting him to sit next to you before you can stop yourself, and he obliges, happily jumping off the loveseat.

When he crashes down next to you, you untangle one hand from Jaemin’s hair and move it to the front of his sweats. He was painfully hard and you rubbing your hands against him has him catching his bottom lip between his teeth and rocking his hips forward. He tries to conceal how desperate he is, but it’s no use.

“Is he hard?” Haechan inquires, one eyebrow raised. Your boobs are cupped in his hands as he massages them, sometimes flicking his fingers over your nipples.

You furiously nod your head, “m’ yeah.”

You want to take him out of his sweats and stroke him until his cum spills hot against his chest and your hand, but your mind becomes cloudy, and your hand drops when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. You grab onto Jeno’s thigh as Jaemin slams his fingers into you, his tongue swirling around your clit. “Oh fuck – I think I’m gonna cum” You cry out.

The way you scream doesn’t stop Jaemin or Haechan, instead fueling them to keep going. Your orgasm washes over you so fast it sends your head reeling, and it makes your feel like your floating, down into the feather light touch of Jaemin’s hands, which pepper over your body when he pulls back. His lips are puffy and swollen, spit dripping down his chin and staining his shirt when he gives you a smile.

“Jesus” Renjun mutters, his hands now moved from his knees and finding home on the arm rests of the recliner. His nails dig into the faux leather, trying to keep himself together.

“You just gonna sit over there and cum in your pants?” Haechan snorts, and Renjun flips him off, pushing himself off the recliner to join the four of you.

The unmistakable sound of a facetime call ending sounds from Haechans phone. Mark either had to go back to practice or he couldn’t stand watching anymore. For a split second you wonder what’s going to happen when he gets back home. Who was he going to confront first?

You’re dragged away from your thoughts when Haechan leans down and brushes his lips against your ear, “Guess he got too jealous.” His voice sends shivers down your spine.

Jeno, forgotten about momentarily, grabs your hand off his thigh and pushes it against the bulge in his pants. “Please” He whimpers. You go to reach in his pants, but Jaemin slaps your hand away.

“I just made you cum, don’t you think I deserve it?” You’re quite unsure of what to do until Haechan tells you.

He walks around the couch and stands between your legs. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” Renjun, sitting next to Jeno, peeks his head over to watch, “I’m going to fuck her out of her mind, okay?” He lifts a hand and lightly slaps your cheek condescendingly, “After that, she can decide who she wants next.” He pauses for a moment as if going back and forth on whether he should say what he wants too, “I’m sure she wants to be filled to the brim with our cum, isn’t that right?” He pointedly stares at you waiting for an answer.

You nod your head, “Please” It seemed like the only word you could conjure up.

“Good girl.”

A whimpered mewl rises in your throat and fills the empty silence, “Just use me, please.”

The air stills and you can feel the energy shifts from unsure and hesitant, to pressed desperation. Haechan lets out a sharp laugh before hurriedly pulling his cock out of his shorts and shifting himself so that his hands looped under your legs, pulling you forward. You could feel his tip brush against your clit, and you arch against him. He was big, really big.

“You think it’ll fit?” you hear Jeno mumble. With a glance over, you see him rubbing himself through his shorts again.

Haechan snorts, “I’ll make it fit.” The way he says it has your walls clenching around nothing, but not for long because Haechan, true to his word, pushes into you. Jaemin had already stretched you out with his fingers, but it still felt a bit uncomfortable. A groan leaves his lips as he bottoms out, his hips grinding against yours. He starts slowly, thrusting into you at the same pace of his labored breathing, though once he sees your eyes roll into the back of your head, he’s a goner. A long string of curses leave your lips followed by loud, broken moans.

“Renjun-“ He grunts out. The boy pushes off the couch as if he knew what Haechan was going to ask him, “Come fuck her mouth to keep her quiet.”

In a few seconds, Renjun is stripped of his clothes, the tip of his cock pressing against your shut lips. You part them slightly so that he can slide in, and he does, thrusting into your mouth slowly. One of his hands wraps around your head and fists your hair, bringing you further down on his cock.

You felt full, one man between your thighs, the other between your lips, but you remember there’s two other men that beg to have your attention. You want to turn around, want to reach for Jeno – or Jaemin, but the hold Renjun has on your hair keeps you from doing so.

“Look at how well she’s taking our cocks.” Haechan groans. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, leaving little crescents in the skin, but you don’t care. The way he filled you up felt so delicious. You moan around Renjun, which makes his hips stutter at the added sensation. “God she’s so fucking wet.”

“Pretty girl” Renjun mumbles, throwing his head back and thrusting more sloppily. He’s hitting the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. You try to stifle the gag around him, but you can’t, so he pulls out, allowing you to gasp the air hungrily.

Now released from his grasp, you turn around, wanting to jerk off Jeno or Jaemin, put your hands to use somehow, but the scene you stumble upon is enough to throw you into your next orgasm.

Jaemin is straddling Jeno, his hands threaded through the boy’s hair tugging him closer. Their lips moved effortlessly together, Jaemin pulling back every so often to bite Jeno’s lower lip. Jaemin’s weight is pressing Jeno into the couch, but that doesn’t stop them both from rutting into each other, trying to gain friction of some sort. Small grunts escape the older boys’ lips, stifled from Jaemin’s hand moving up to grab his throat.

“Fuck” You cry out. It’s unbearably hot, and the way Haechan has angled you, he’s hitting your g-spot again and again. Renjuns hand drops to rub your clit, and you just can’t take it, your second orgasm washing over you just as fast as the first. Renjun wrenches your head back around and plunges his cock down your throat without warning, cutting off your whines.

Haechans hips stutter into you before his pace increases, now slamming himself into you “Oh my god, that’s so hot.” You don’t know if he’s talking about Jeno and Jaemin making out, or Renjun throat fucking you. Or maybe he’s talking about the way you keep clenching around him, but either way, the whole thing was hot.

The lack of oxygen makes your head heavy, but Renjun holds you in place, thrusts sloppy, until you can feel his cock twitch and hot cum spills over your tongue and down your throat. He keep you there for a second, taking all of him, your lips pressed against his abdomen, until he lets out a loud whoosh of breath and releases you.

“Did he just...?” Haechan asks.

Renjun nods his head, “Yeah I did.”

“Fuck.” Haechan swears. His eyebrows furrow, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in determination as his thrust slam into you. He leans forward so that his arms are caging you in. It’s almost as if he has you to himself. Almost. Just like how he’s dreamt, but Jaemin shatters the thought when he clambers off of Jeno, leaving the boy breathless, and moves to kneel beside your body.

His hands, around Jeno’s neck earlier, moves to hold yours, choking off your moans, and sending you back into a head high. “She’s so pathetic.” You hear Haechan groan, his thrusts becoming even sloppier than before. It was obvious he was close.

Movement to your right snaps your attention away and your eyes follow Renjun, who pulls his shorts back up and moves to where Jeno is sitting beside you. From what Jaemin’s hand can allow, you see him plop down next to the older boy and place a hand on his thigh. Jeno, bursting with the need to be touched, bucks his hands up, inviting Renjun to touch him, so he does.

Haechan glances over, seeing Renjun stroking Jeno though his shorts, and your pretty sure that’s what sets him off. His body falls on top of you, his thrusts slowing as milky ropes of cum fill you. For a second you think he’s passed out, but he quickly regains composure, standing up and fixing himself .

He looks down at you, his trademark devilish grin plastered on his face “You’re so hot baby.”

‘And you’re a god at fucking, holy shit.” You choke out when Jaemin releases his hold on your throat. Haechan winks at you and retreats, going to grab his phone from where it was still propped against the tv.

“Gonna send this to Mark.” He mumbles, pressing record and thrusting the camera close to your pussy. You get the hint and flex your abdomen, making his cum dribble out of you.

Jaemin can see from his position on the couch and runs a hand through his hair, “Fuck this.”

He gets up and pushes Haechan out of the way, taking his place between your legs and thrusting into you without warning. He isn’t as big as Haechan, but his cock is curved and directly hits your already abused g-spot. Your hands flail around, trying to ground yourself on something, do something to distract you from the orgasmic ache that was settling in the pit of your stomach. Your left hand ends up in Jeno’s lap, his cock out, hard and pulsing. Renjun is still beside him, but instead of touching him, he’s kissing the boy’s neck – licking long stripes from the base of his throat to his earlobe. Jeno shivers underneath both of your touches while Haechan takes a front row and continues recording.

Jeno whimpers when you grab him and begin stroking him, trying to gain some sort of rhythm and failing. Jaemin grinds small circles against you, involuntarily making your hand clench around Jeno, who groans loud and clear.

“Hear how good she’s making us feel, Mark?” Haechan coos, continuing to keep the camera trained on you, moving back and forth to capture both Jaemin fucking you and you jerking Jeno off.

Jaemin drops a hand down to rub harshly at your clit, “Does our princess wanna cum again?”

Your head lolls to the side, and Jeno takes the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, completely ignoring Jaemin’s question.

“Answer. Me.” He grunts, slamming himself all the way into you. You scream against Jeno’s lips, accidentally biting down. The taste of rust fills your mouth, and you realize you’ve drawn blood. Jeno doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, his moans seem to become louder.

“Jeno’s got a thing for pain, or can’t you hear?” The boy in questions eyes roll back into his head and his hips jerk up, fucking himself up into your fist at his friends’ words. On the other side of him, Renjun decides to put this up to a test, lifting a hand and slapping Jeno across the face. Jeno’s body convulses for a second, his back arching off of the couch, hips slamming into your fist. He cums unannounced and messily, all over himself, ropes shooting onto his chest and abs, smaller spurts coating your hand, which doesn’t stop stroking him. You push him through his orgasm. “Fuck, That- Y/N, my God.” He whimpers, his hips stuttering into your fist, begging you to continue even though he was sensitive.

“Good boy.” Haechan groans, capturing the whole thing on his phone.

You look up at Jaemin, who’s eyes are hooded with lust. Who knew watching his bestfriend cum all over himself would turn him on this much? It felt almost wrong.

Jeno’s heaving beside you, trying to catch his breath as you remove your hand. Without thinking you grab Jaemin by the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, crashing your lips onto his. He tasted good, sweet – and kind of like your pussy, but in that moment, it was the hottest thing ever.

“M’ gonna cum.” He mumbles against your lips. You clench around him, the way his voice sounded sending your stomach lurching. You were gonna cum, you could feel it, but this sensation also felt different somehow. Kind of like you needed to pee.

You ignore it, instead pulling Jaemin into another kiss, while he pounded into you, bruising your g-spot. It felt good, fuck, it felt so good, but you kept feeling like you needed to pee. The sensation intensified until you were gasping for air, begging Jaemin not to stop.

He abruptly pulls out when your pussy sprays his abs with your arousal, he’s completely soaked, slippery to the touch, and a few droplets fall from his hair.

“Did she just…?” Renjun questions, groaning at the sight.

Jaemin pushes into you again, this time fucking you with so much fervor your back dragged up the sofa. “Squirt?” He offers, grabbing your hips so he could have leverage.

“Oh my god she just squirted.” Haechans eyes are incredulous, bugging out of his skull, as he holds the phone close to his chest.

“That’s,” Jeno huffs, “fucking hot.”

Your head is reeling. You’ve never squirted before – but you’ve also never had this much stimulation. You can’t admire your ability for too long as Jaemin drags your attention to him. His hands snake through your hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he continue to thrust into you.

“You’re fucking filthy, you know that?” He groans, burying himself in you, “Taking our cocks so well. Making Jeno cum.” You’re nodding your head furiously, ready to be filled again by Jaemin. It was like he could read your mind with how embarrassingly fast he does, letting out a growl and slamming his cum into you.

“Who knew Jaemin could be this aggressive.” Renjun jokes.

Both of Jaemin’s arms have somehow become wrapped around your torso, crushing you against his body as he rides out his high. He offers a few small thrusts before pulling out of you completely and pushing your thighs apart with his hands.

“C’mere” he tells the others, and they all move to stand beside him. Four boys staring at your spread pussy makes you blush, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Watch.”

The cum drips out of you, smearing itself on the couch beneath you, and Jeno lets out a low string of curses, “Wish I could’ve fucked you.” He mumbles, but you knew he wouldn’t be getting hard anytime soon. He had been successfully fucked out by just your hand.

“You did so well baby.” Haechan hums, reaching down and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes were fluttering shut, the energy zapped out of you.

“Should we take her into one of our rooms?” Renjun asks.

Haechan nods his head yes, “ I’ll take her to mine.” He leans down and scoops you up in his arms. “I promise I won’t try anything funny.” He whispers in your ear.

It makes you giggle. After what you just did with all four of them and now he promises not to try anything funny?

As you’re leaving the room, the gentle swaying of Haechan carrying you lolling you into the place between sleep and waking, you hear Jaemin laugh, “I think I have Jeno’s cum in my hair.”

It’s the last thing you hear before Haechan closes the door behind himself and gently lays you down on the bed, your mind slipping into a deep sleep.

Practice was hard, especially after picking up Haechans phone call and watching helplessly as Jaemin ate you out.

He had to hang up when a manager, curious as to what had drawn Mark away, started chastising him. But that didn’t stop the rising erection he had to deal with the entire rest of practice. He could still hear your moans ringing through his head, even though the audio quality had been bad.

He’s picking his jacket off the ground now that practice was over when three dings sound from his phone. Glancing at the lock screen he can see Haechan has sent him three attachments.

Curiously opening them, shielding his phone away from any onlookers, his screen is filled with videos of cum dripping out of you, your hand lazily jerking Jeno off, and Jaemin pounding into you.

The front of sweats tighten at the sight.

For a split second he wonders if he’ll get his turn, but he quickly pushes the thought away.

That would never happen, right?

. . .

“You have a big dick? Yeah, right.” You scoff, your fingers tapping furiously at your laptop keyboard as you try to defeat the opposing team. You frankly had no idea how the topic of Haechan’s dick had come into conversation in the middle of a League of Legends game but in all honesty you did not believe him in the slightest bit when he told you he happened to have a large package. 

“Well, I do, alright?” He argues back in a rather playful tone as his fingers skilfully move across the keyboard of his computer, controlling his character within the game. 

“Who said?” You retaliate with a smirk on your face. The victory screen occupies both screens as you look over at him. 

“All the girls I’ve fucked.” He moves the headset off his head and turns to you. 

“Well, I’m not one of the ‘girls you’ve fucked’, so I don’t believe it.” You comment, clearly not convinced, your arms over your chest to prove your point and Haechan stands up from his desk, moving towards his bed where you were laying. 

“Guess I’ll have to show you then.” He grins, lowering the laptop screen and removing the device off your lap, setting it beside you. He leans closer to you, until your nose is brushing against his and you swear, the look in his eyes, he could’ve taken you right there. 

“Stop being so crazy.” You blurt out before he could tease you and push him away, creating space between the two of you.

Haechan chuckles, rising from his bed. “Just because you know you won’t be able to handle it.”

“What-I, no-” You stutter over your words watching the boy leave the room, mentioning something about getting drinks for the both of you and as he walks out, you catch yourself staring at his crotch. 

He couldn’t be that big, could he?

Haechan returns with two cans of a fizzy peach drink, it’s your favourite but somehow today when he tosses you the can, you don’t open it immediately instead staring at the boy’s sweatpants. They’re grey. A nice shade of grey and you swear he’s somehow planned this out, telling you about his huge dick whilst wearing grey sweatpants. Just a Haechan thing. 

“You’re...you’re really not as big as you are boasting, are you?” You ask, your finger tracing the rim of the cool can in your hand and trying to wander your eyes anywhere but his groin area. 

“No,” He replies, taking a large gulp of the refreshing drink before settling it on his desk along with the rest of the empty cans of Red Bull. Saying that he loved that drink was a bit of an understatement, the boy was addicted. “why? Do you want to see it?”

You choke on your own saliva when he asks you, so straight forward and he chuckles. “Are you planning on just whipping out your penis like a sword or some shit?” You try to bring humour into the conversation, in the attempts to conceal your flustered state. 

“No, I plan on getting something too.” The can is back in his hands as he casually takes another gulp and you’re left wondering what that something is. 

“A blowjob?” You question, eyebrows knitted together and Haechan nearly chokes on his drink, some of it even coming out through his nose as he tries to cough some up too. You watch him place the can back where it was on the desk as he leans over it and hides his face in his hands, a part of him is beginning to laugh at himself as he tries to contain the coughing (bruh I promise he doesn’t have COVID he just can’t drink in this fic). 

“What? No, no.” 

“Then?” 

“Perhaps,” He’s finally managed to control the violent coughing and laughing at his misfortune, more like your suddenness but hey ho, Haechan had done the same to you many times so he empathised with you. “flash your tits, I don’t know?” He shrugs, noticing the shock on your face as he tries to take back his own words.

“That’s doable.” You comment, sitting up in his bed as you prepare yourself for his supposedly large dick and Haechan just grins at the thought of you flashing your own tits in front of him. “But if it’s the size of a pickle, you don’t get any boobs, alright?”

“Okay, okay.” He tugs his shirt up, one of his hands going into his grey joggers and suddenly you stop him. 

“Wait.” You scoot closer to the edge of the bed, on your knees and your eyes are focused on his hand in his sweatpants. 

“Wanting a front row seat, I see?” He comments, rubbing the tip of his cock inside his sweats and you just watch him, mind blank. “Are you ready?” He asks and you reply with the most neediness, pathetic whine. “M’kay, princess.” 

Haechan teasing tugs his cock out, the soft pink tip coming in view before the rest of his thick length, very thick length and god was he long. If you were to take him in your mouth you’d probably get half way comfortably, but the rest? That would be challenging. 

“You believe me now?” 

You nod, still processing his large package as he was boasting about earlier and all you can think about is how much you want him inside you, your mouth, your pussy- god, you didn’t care. You just wanted him deep inside you.

As Haechan is about to tuck his dick back in his Calvin Klein boxers, the branded underwear company’s name is visible on the band of his pants and he’s about to ask you to complete your end of the deal when you practically throw your arms out in the air, in an almost panicked state. 

“Wait, w-wait, wait, can I... Can, can I suck you off?” You try to match his straight forwardness, it always seemed to work and by the taken aback look on his face, it worked this time too. “God, fuck you ae so big. I don’t even know if I can fit you in my mouth. You really weren’t lying when you said you were big and-and how, just how did- how can you fit it inside a girl? Like how?!” 

You don’t even realise you’re talking your thoughts aloud until Haechan interrupts you. 

“No, I’ll make it fit.” 

---

Haechan’s in your throat. Well, his dick is. The tip of it hitting the back of your throat as you lay on his bed. You hollow your cheeks, taking more of his length and you can feel the thing bulge in your throat. 

“Oh, baby.” Haechan coos at the sight of his cock in your throat, it’s so fucking hot. He tries his best to resist the desire to pull out and slam the whole thing back in again, mainly because he can see you struggle with the urge to gag around him but you’ve never been so determined to accomplish something like this before.

You bring up your hands, holding onto Haechan’s hips, pulling your mouth off for a moment for a gasp of air before pushing your head off the bed and slamming his whole cock inside you. 

Haechan nearly topples over you on the bed as you swallow around his length, making the boy let out the most arousing sounds that make their way straight to your pussy. You rub your bare thighs together for some friction, any friction and Haechan grips onto your naked waist, whimpering at the way you’ve managed to shove the whole thing in your mouth (and throat too)!

The tip of your nose is buried in his balls and you couldn’t feel more accomplished having taken your best friend’s large cock in your mouth. You smile, trying to do whatever tongue movements one could do with a very big penis in their mouth before Haechan’s grip tightens on your waist. 

“I-I’m close-” He whimpers, it’s the first time you’ve seen him whimper like that. Usually he’s very loud and teases you right back but today, you’ve got the boy crumbling at your touch. Proudly, you push his hips further in your face, taking more of his length if that was possible and guiding him through gentle thrusts as you move your own head as you sucked him. 

A string of more high pitched moans leave his lips and you can feel just how wet you’re getting at the sexual noises he’s making. You focus on finishing off, sucking as if your life depended on it before you even think about touching yourself. 

When Haechan’s close, his legs begin to tremble ever so slightly and you can tell he’s adamant to hold off his orgasm because he doesn’t want to release into your mouth but you feel differently. You want to swallow it, every single drop and you don’t care if it’s too much. Like the saying, the more, the merrier and yes that applied to this situation as well.

“Y/n, I’m- I’m close, so close, please.” He begs and now that’s a first. “Oh fuck. ‘M cumming, ‘m cumming, cumming-” 

You quickly speed up your movements, practically hugging his hips as you bobbed your head, your cheeks begin to hurt from all the sucking and your throat in some pain too from the pressure. ‘Cum’ you hum around his dick and that alone is enough to push him over the edge, shooting ropes of white inside your throat. You don’t move your arms until you’ve swallowed every drop, your throat clamped around his penis which only made him dig the tips of fingers into the skin of your waist, trying to ground himself and when you finally, finally let the poor boy go, gasping for air, there’s a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. 

Haechan lets out a loud sigh, your own chest heaving as you try to calm down and you offer him a tired smile. You’re still upside down with your head hanging off his bed, his cock still standing boastfully in front of your face and you just want to take it back into your mouth, despite how tired your jaw felt.

His submissive side makes a swift disappearance as his hands move up to your legs. “Let’s see what we have…” You feel Haechan’s grip on your thighs, prying them apart to reveal just how wet you were and you feel your face getting hotter. “...here. Oh, look at you baby.”  

Haechan admires the wetness leaking out of your hole, glistening around your inner thighs and you try to close your legs, embarrassed but the strong grip Haechan has on your legs prevents you from doing so. “Shy?” He looks down at you, his cock centimetres away from your lips and you give him a timid smile. 

When Haechan moves one of hands, sliding two fingers inside you with ease, curls his digits, making you gasp. Your hands immediately grasping onto his thighs, eyes closing in bliss as you moan out at the delicious feeling. His middle and ring finger just brushes close to that sweet spot inside you, his other hand joining in to bring you pleasure. His other digits rubbing circles over your hood and you’re struggling to keep your legs apart now that both of Haechan’s hands are preoccupied, not holding your thighs down.

When your best friend pushes his fingers deeper, curling them in the effort to find your g-spot, you gasp, thrusting your hips up and Haechan smirks. “Found the jackpot, baby.” Haechan begins to set a pace to his hand movements, his hand skilfully thrusting inside you and curling. 

You are struggling, shaking under him as Haechan leaning over you and your arms collapse beside you, unsure of what to hold onto aside from the bedsheet due to the position you are in. You clench around his fingers, a signal to him that he’s doing a good job and he comments. “Are you close, baby?” 

You let out a pathetic whine, furrowing your brows as his cock brushes over your lips and the urge to have it inside your mouth settles itself within you. “Cock, I want your cock.” You cry out and push your hips up once again almost as if you were guiding his fingers to the sensitive spot inside you.

Haechan moves back just a little to look at your face and so does his dick. “Where, baby? Where does my baby want it?” His hand leaves your clit hood but the palm of his other hand works its magic, rubbing against your sensitive bud. 

Without any words, you push yourself up to engulf his length once again and Haechan groans, his tip still sensitive from the previous climax. His hand movements stuttering for a bit but soon he’s back at it, setting his pace a little faster as his fingers fucked your pussy and his cock fucking your mouth, a hand planted on the bed whilst he delivered thrusts, admiring your determination or neediness. 

Within minutes he’s brought you to a climax, pulling his dick out before he could release another load down your throat and your thighs are still trembling around his hand which you seem to not want to let go, your grip almost vice-like. However, when you finally do, your whole body convulsing as your legs cave in, Haechan moves back to admire how fucked out you look. There’s cum on your face, his cum and your pussy is glistening with arousal. Your jaw is even more sore and you’re still in the same position but Haechan is quick to change that. 

He manhandles you into a different position, grabbing your wrists and pulling you so your head rests on his pillow comfortably. He is able to move you with such simplicity, like you were his ragged doll and settles himself on the bed too. His hands wrapping around your ankles and pushing your legs up so he could admire your wetness from a new and closer perspective. 

He’s done a good job preparing you, your juices spread around your cunt, inner thigh and some even leaking onto his bed. He is definitely going to have to change his bedsheets after this but for now, he wants to fuck you into one more and final orgasm. Reaching back, he grabs his shirt and tugs it off in one effortless movement. He looks good topless. No, scrap that he looks fucking sexy with no clothes on and you clench around nothing as he stares you down with an intimidating gaze. A faint smirk still playing on his lips as he bites them before taking in the two fingers he had fucked you with, sucking on them as if he were showcasing his oral skills. 

With hooded eyes you watch him, hands under your knees, holding your legs up and apart. Once done licking your arousal off his finger, Haechan leans down to capture your lips in a rather passionate kiss. He can taste his release and you can taste yours. 

How dirty. 

During the kiss, Haechan’s moves his hands behind you to unclip your bra, it’s the only you’ve got on your body and since he’d shown you his dick (and let you suck it too), it would only be fair if he returned the favour. So, that’s what he does. 

He gets rid of that bothersome piece of light clothing, tossing it to some corner of his room and dives in, placing kisses and sucking down the valley of your breasts. He moves down your stomach, continuing the kissing and sucking before he reaches your pussy. 

The way you’ve held your legs, it’s inviting to him and just wants to get lost eating you out but he knows that you want him inside you. He did say he was going to ‘make it fit’, after all. So, he allows himself the chance to show you just how great he is with his own mouth, just enough to have you crying his name before getting on his knees.

“Listen here, baby…” He starts off, his lips and chin shiny from your slick as he holds onto the tip of his cock, positioning it right in front of your hole. “If you, try wrapping your legs around me, I will edge you two more times and you can toss the idea of a second orgasm out the window.”

You breathe out a yes, it’s a rather pitiful reply but that’s all you can come up with your eyes glued to his thick cock. 

“Words, baby. You can speak or have I fucked your brain out?” he laughs as you struggle to form a reply, his threat to edge you twice making it rather hard to breathe. “M‘kay baby, here goes-” His words are cut off with a sharp inhale as he pushes it inside you and you tightly clutch around his penis. He’s big.  Not that it wasn’t something you were only just discovering, you’d already settled that at first sight but his cock fills you right up and it makes you want to roll your eyes back in pleasure or possibly even a little pain. 

Haechan was able to reach places inside you that no one boy had before, you’ve had your fair share of sexual experiences but this was something new and you don’t think any of your trusty sex toys could top this. The boy is good with his thrusts, hitting your g-spot with such precision and making your back arch as he holds your hips to stop you from moving. Haechan was experienced in bed, definitely more than you and you struggle to hold your legs up. Perhaps it was the position, or that fact you had already been brought to an orgasm but you felt close again. 

You were convulsing around Haechan as he railed into you, his pace fast and brutal. The bed was hitting the wall, but that sound was drowned out by your whiny moans and Haechan grunts. His eyes focused on the way your chest moved, your voice quivering with every thrust and your neck, how would his hand look around it?

A seductive gasp erupts from your mouth, your eyes darting up at the boy who had decided that his hand looked lovely as a necklace. He’s got a dark look in his eyes, his grip tightening at the sides and he leans down to connect his lips with yours. 

Your hands have given up, settling themselves down on the bed as you inched closer to your orgasm, your legs settled over Haechan’s thighs but not wrapped around his waist as he had warned. He gives you one last powerful thrust, making you yelp as your pussy maintains a vice like grip, creaming his cock. 

You’re so lost in the overwhelming feeling of your second orgasm, you don’t realise you’ve begun to tear up but Haechan picks up on that, teasing you immediately. “Can’t believe you’re crying over my dick and you tell me to stop being crazy.” His tone is playful as he slowly pulls himself out of you.

“Shut up.” You retort, laughing a little at yourself. “I’ve just never orgasmed twice, alright?” You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands, flinching a little when Haechan delivers a light slap to your inner thigh, sending shockwaves to your core. 

“Well, now you have and I told you I’d make it fit.” He proudly stands up, most likely going to retrieve a shirt but your eyes immediately go to his soft cock, watching it carefully as he walks around to his wardrobe. You still cannot believe how big he is, never mind the fact he was inside you less than five minutes ago and you watch him grab another shirt from his closet.

When he turns to you, pulling down his shirt, you raise your hands with open palms and he understands with you even uttering a word, tossing you a plain red shirt. “I better get that back, it’s my favourite. Anyways, you staying over tonight?”

You hum happily knowing that you were about to put on one of Haechan’s favourite shirts before sliding back on your underwear. “Just let me text...” You mumble reaching for the discarded jeans on the bedroom floor and fishing out your phone, though for a moment you are side-tracked by the abundance of messages from the group chat. The chat consisted of your close friends; Mark, Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin.

“Hey, Haechan.”

“Yeah, baby?” He replies, still not dropping the new nickname he’d assigned to you within the last hour or so, as he tugged on a pair of clean black boxers before looking up at you. 

You scroll through the multiple messages of the boys panicking on the group chat and some even teasing. “Did you leave your mic on by any chance?”

“...fuck.”

“Well, Jaemin and the rest just heard us having the best fuck and suck of our lives so...”

originally posted on ‘jaesspresso’ but i no longer have access to that blog.