alice

han jisung is a thorn in your side.

until yesterday, you actually hadn’t known he existed. you, student government president at your university and sorority princess, had no reason to pay attention to the nerdy loser in the back of your 8am psychopathy lecture (PSY300- a course for third years, even though you are in your second).

you always show up to class fifteen minutes early, grabbing your seat in the second row, the closest seat to the door, and watch the other students lazily drag their feet in. while you wake up extra early to make sure your hair falls over your shoulders perfectly, to apply extra blush to your nose, most other students are still sleepy eyed and fighting last night’s hangover.

today you woke up late.

unfortunately, you had to prioritize your student government campaign over sleep last night. getting the presidential win as a first year was a huge deal; keeping the role as a second year would make or break you. while you agonized over the font of your vote y/n slogan, the minutes and hours ticked by on your bedside clock without even a glance from you.

now, as you stop in the doorway of your psych lecture and see your normal seat is filled, you think you might be paying the price for missing your first two alarms.

you glance around quickly, walking up the steps of the lecture hall to the first open seat you spot. standing at the door would have made you seem unconfident- like an idiot. instead, you hold your head high for anyone who might be watching as you step up to the row close to the back wall.

when you sit two seats down from the walkway, you immediately unpack your notebook and red gel pen. no one sits to your left, but a boy is hunched over an ipad to your right. you glance over, unable to hide the unattractive snort that leaves your nose when you see what he’s doing, smacking a hand over your mouth.

lecture notes are nowhere to be found on his screen. instead, you see what looks to be a cartoon of big breasts and bigger eyes. subtitles are on, and the boy jumps out of whatever trance he had been in reading them when he hears your short laugh.

you expect a blush, embarrassment creeping over him at having been caught watching animated porn by a pretty girl. instead, you get a raised, manicured brow as he mumbles.

“can i help you?”

his voice is lower than you expected, making you blink at him. his arched brow goes higher, thick framed glasses glinting in the fluorescent lighting the same way the silver hoop in his ear does. you clear your throat, giving a dramatic but playful roll of your eyes. maybe he won’t notice how flushed you are if your attitude is the main attraction.

“oh, nothing.” you smile sweetly, batting your eyelashes. “i just think there’s a time and place for… that. and your psychopathy lecture isn’t it.”

the boy furrows his brows now, head tilted like you aren’t even speaking the same language. “i’m lost.”

“does that happen often?” you shoot back- not even sure why. it’s off-putting that he isn’t stumbling over his words. you know how to interact with nerdy boys who obviously get no action, just shocked you’re giving them the time of day. but he isn’t that, he looks like he could not care less about you.

a scoff leaves the boy’s heart-shaped lips, along with a disbelieving shake of his head. “i’m sorry- do you even know my name?”

now it’s your turn to scoff, real agitation creeping into your peripheral. you had been joking, so why is he offended? “why would i need to know your name to question why you’re watching cartoon pornography in class?”

an indignant laugh leaves him next, eyes going wide. “first of all- not porn. it’s an anime, and not a sex one. second of all, i just think you should know how to say han jisung, if you’re going to ride my dick so hard.”

you are utterly taken off guard, mouth falling open and breath stuttering at the audacity of this man. his lips twitch up at the edges, like he thinks he’s won- and to make matters worse, the professor starts the lecture before you can even respond. han jisung got the last word.

you quietly seethe for the entire two hours of your lecture.

that’s where your problems start.

you wake up early, earlier than usual, for the next lecture just to ensure you have your usual seat. you brush your silky hair so that it falls perfectly over your shoulders, you add a little extra blush to your nose. when jisung enters the classroom, you’ve already started titling your notes and adding hearts to dot the i’s. you don’t look up when he gets to your row, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being noticed. however, you can’t help the wide eyed look on your face when he slinks past you, plopping down in the seat to your right.

“hey there, y/n.” jisung is grinning, shit-eating in the way his white teeth are on display. he brushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one long finger.

“why do you know my name?” you ask, blunt. usually you would cringe at the lack of decorum in your tone, you have appearances to keep up- but jisung makes it easy to let your bitter tone slip. his grin only widens.

“oh, everyone knows you, right?” he leans forward then, elbow on his desk, chin propped in his hand. his eyes squint up at the edges like you’re sharing an inside joke, just for the two of you. “our sweetest president, the queen of our hearts, isn’t that what they call you?”

you bite your lip harshly to hide the visceral reaction you have to his condescending tone. he still sees something in your facial expression, whatever it is makes his grin wider. your teeth clench together.

“whatever. you want to sit here? fine by me. just don’t- distract,” you grit out. with a pleasant twist to your lips, you add, “don’t watch porn either. desperation is a bad look on anyone, jisungie.”

jisung opens his mouth to retaliate, no doubt his sharp tongue has already found the right syllables to make your anger grow. before he can say anything though, the professor walks in with a clap of his hands to gather attention.

you smile into your hand. jisung: 1, y/n: 1. a tie, but not for long.

๑

friday’s lecture comes with terrible, horrible news.

“huh- look at that. we’re partners!”

you can feel a migraine starting to throb in your temples.

this is all han fucking jisung’s fault- if he hadn’t decided to test your patience, to sit next to you again and spread his feet out like he has no sense of personal space, you would have gotten lucky and been partnered up with someone who adored you. you could work on your behavioral analysis of individuals experiencing psychosis in peace, maybe even do all the work by yourself so you can ensure it’s up to your standards, if you were lucky. instead, pairs are chosen based on the person closest to each student. and unfortunately-

“so, what time are you free for me to come over? i would say we can work on this at my dorm, but i think your aura would require more sage than what i own. besides, minho-hyung would probably eat you alive.” jisung rambles, twirling his pen in between his long fingers in an irritatingly dexterous way. you feel the grip on your own pen tighten- the cheap plastic cracks.

“you are not stepping foot in my dorm,” you grit out, eyes rolling so hard you start to feel an ache behind them.

jisung pauses, lifting an eyebrow. they look freshly plucked, which is an odd contrast to his messy hair and wrinkled hoodie. “well, the library is closed for remodel. and like i said, you aren’t coming to my dorm. so what option does that leave, hm?”

“what makes you think i want you in my dorm?” you scoff, arms crossing over your chest. jisung doesn’t hide the way his eyes dip down to your cleavage, lips quirking up at the edges. the lack of embarrassment as he gets caught makes you angrier.

“it’s the only option, sweetheart,” jisung repeats. he has an annoying sort of glint in his eye, like he’s waiting for you to argue so he can prove you wrong. you groan, running a hand through your meticulously styled hair and not caring when the strands fall out of place. jisung looks thrilled.

“you know what? fine. come over tomorrow, 5 o’clock, don’t be late. I’ll let my roommate know so she doesn’t have to be in your presence.” with that, you rip a piece off of the sheet of paper your lecture notes are on, fighting the clench in your jaw when you realize you will have to rewrite them. your slanted cursive print is sloppy as you scribble your building and dorm number- you hope jisung can’t read it.

then you stand, along with other students, and you leave the room before anyone else even has time to finish packing.

you email your professors for the rest of the day, so angry your cheeks are flushed, and say you’re sick. missing three classes is like a kick to your gut- but somehow, interacting with han jisung for two hours is worse.

you stress clean your entire dorm on friday, ignoring your roommate’s worried glances as you passive aggressively fold laundry and wipe down the windows. she tells you she’s going to visit her mom this weekend, and all you can think about while she tells you the plans is that you and jisung will be in your dorm alone. you have to physically shake the thought out of your head before you rip the pillow you’re fluffing in half.

you barely sleep at all friday night; you toss and turn, waking up every thirty minutes without fail. you are wide awake when your roommate zips up her duffle bag and her footsteps retreat down the hall, to the front door. when it clicks shut with an automatic lock, you groan loudly into your pillow.

you give up on sleep. instead, you spend the morning pampering yourself- a boiling hot shower to ease your tense muscles, exfoliation to your pink skin that you may have scrubbed a little too hard, complete with your eight step skincare routine that aids to hide the dark circles under your eyes. you force yourself to grab the first t shirt and pair of sweatpants you see in your closet so that you don’t waste time getting dressed up- who would it be for, anyway?

by the time you have taken care of your daily routine and had a light brunch, it’s 4:15pm. You sigh, shuffling over to the desk in your room and opening your laptop. might as well get a head start on the project- you know jisung is, irritatingly enough, smart. he will do more than his fair share of the work, and it will even pass your standards for grading requirements. however, the sooner you start the project, the sooner he can leave your dorm. you think you might spontaneously combust with rage if that man is in your space for more than two hours maximum.

by the time you finish outlining the talking points of the presentation the two of you will be giving, bare bones of a project, there is an irritating knock to your front door. five knocks in a melodic pattern, a brief pause, then two more. you huff to yourself as you get up from your desk, shuffling out of your room and into the small living area.

you open the door, abandoning a greeting and instead saying, “you’re five minutes late.”

“relax, rockstar.” jisung grins, your attitude rolling off his shoulders like water off a duck. “i came with a peace offering!”

you take time to inspect his figure; broad shoulders rest under a baggy hoodie, which leads down to even baggier light wash jeans and a ruined pair of vans that had probably been white at some point. your eyes flit back up, taking in his always-messy hair, curling up at the edges of his neck, his thick rimmed glasses, and his plump lips that look like he applies chapstick religiously. then, you notice the two drinks held in his hands- two iced matcha teas from the coffee shop close to campus. your favorite drink.

“how did you know i like this?” you ask, eyeing the cup suspiciously. he chuckles, brushing past you to come into your dorm without even waiting for invitation, toeing off his shoes and sipping his matching drink.

he makes eye contact with you, grinning in a way that looks too sharp to be disarming. “you look like the type.”

“what could that possibly mean?” you huff, knowing he won’t give you an answer but asking anyway. you don’t invite him to sit on your couch, but he does anyway. he looks too comfortable, feet kicked up on your small coffee table and turning on his ipad like he is in his own home. you clench your fists until they’re white.

disappearing into your room, you gather your project items and return to the living room, sitting at the opposite end of the couch. you watch jisung check his email- way too many are left unread- and raise an eyebrow when he sees a shared document from your account.

“you started the work without me?” he asks, deadpan in his delivery. you shrug, eyes staying on your laptop and the aesthetic layout of the presentation.

“like i said, you were late.” you mumble, ignoring his huff of defense. idly, you take a sip of the matcha he brought you. it’s good, which you decidedly do not tell him. it would only make him worse.

jisung makes it an entire 13 minutes before he speaks, ruining the silence that had promised you a peaceful night.

“woah- it’s like, pouring outside,” he gasps dramatically, leaning over the back of the couch to look out your small living room window. you glance up, noticing the rain pounding harshly against the glass, and hum as a response.

“what, you afraid of thunder?” you ask, taunting him. jisung roll his eyes, chewing on his matcha straw as he speaks.

“of course not. sorry i’m interested in the weather, i didn’t realize i needed to ask permission before talking in our royal highness’s home.” jisung pulls the straw away from his mouth, raising his eyebrows in defiance. the straw has little bite marks at the tip, gnawed by his pretty front teeth. you grip your own cup more harshly.

“stop saying that shit,” you scoff, trying to remember to breathe through your agitation. all this earns you is an obnoxious laugh from the boy at the opposite end of your sofa.

“alright, i got it!” he grins, mirth shining in his eyes at how easy you are to rile up. “no more joking around. serious, psychosis chatting only.”

you shake your head, returning to the slides you had decided to do while jisung’s works on the others. the storm outside rages on, now thunderous and lighting up the sky. you manage to forget about the other person in your personal space and zone out, working through your portion of the project and steadily making progress.

jisung makes it another 33 minutes before speaking again.

“damn, rockstar. look at-“

“i swear to god, if you just interrupted me to tell me to look at how hard it’s raining again, i’m going to-“

you cut yourself off as the lamp beside you flickers, bulb darkening then lighting back up twice. then, all at once, all of your electronics turn off. faintly, you can hear your AC stop buzzing.

“…i was going to say ‘look at the lighting, i hope it doesn’t turn into a blackout.’ just so you know.”

you are going to fucking kill han jisung.

your anxiety spikes as your laptop loses wifi connection, progress on your presentation not saving. you make a panicked noise in you throat, trying to refresh the tab and see what progress was saved, but your university account automatically signs out.

error 309: user not found.

“oh my god,” you whisper, frantically clicking buttons and hoping something saves you. jisung leans over, way too close to your side. he pushes his glasses up his nose as he looks at your screen from over your shoulder.

“oh, shit. let’s hope that saved,” he mumbles, warm breath puffing onto your bare arm when he tilts his head closer. you startle, instinctively shoving him away and watching him fall to his back on the couch with an over dramatic oof!

“dude- personal boundaries,” you snap, squeezing your eyes shut briefly to try to make your brain lock in. you huff out a harsh breath of air through your nose, sitting your laptop on the coffee table. staring at a blank screen will only make it worse.

you glare at jisung, ready to somehow pin the entire electrical outage on him. when you look at him he is already looking back at you, propped up on his elbows. his glasses are slightly askew, hair tousled like fingers have pulled at it. your stomach, to your horror, flips with sudden nerves.

“i’m going to the bathroom,” you mutter, rushing to stand and cross the small distance so he doesn’t notice your flushed cheeks. you pause to turn back towards him, adding, “don’t move. you’re leaving as soon as the power comes back on.”

you hear a whispered ‘yes ma’am’ as you walk away, shutting the door to your bathroom and locking it quickly. emerged in total darkness without the overhead lighting, you take a deep breath to calm down.

jisung has a way of getting under your skin like no one else. maybe it’s because you’re used to getting respect without even asking; you’re used to people tripping over themselves for a chance to talk to you. jisung just seems to… not care who you are. he doesn’t care to try and knock you down a peg- in fact, he seems to enjoy it. he gets off on riling you up and figuring out which buttons to push to make you angry the fastest.

you decide then and there, in your pitch black bathroom with no sound coming from within your apartment, that you are better than jisung. you can make it through the rest of this project, and you will never have to talk to him again. in the end, you will win. you’ve never lost before, you won’t start now.

with that, you take a final deep breath. you open the bathroom door feeling a new sense of determination. when you walk back into the living room, head held high, you pause.

jisung moved. he is not on the couch.

matter of fact, he isn’t anywhere in your living room. you know better than to think he left, his ipad is still sitting on your coffee table and his bag is still haphazardly tossed on the sofa. which means he is somewhere in your dorm, snooping through your shit.

your stomach drops when you hear rustling coming from your bedroom.

you quickly walk over to the door, finding it ajar even though you know you fully closed it. when you whip the door open you have fire in your veins. “jisung, so help me god-“

the words leave your tongue when you look at him. your heart falls to your ass. jisung is standing in front of your closet, shoebox in hand. not just any shoebox, but the one you keep all of the things that make you squirm in. jisung pauses, looking you dead in the eye as he holds a pale pink, diamond-based plug in his hand.

you feel faint.

“i just wanted to see the shoes,” jisung mutters, voice lower than usual. the teasing lilt to his voice that is usually present is still there, but somehow holds more weight. when you look at his eyes they are half lidded, pupils blown larger in the low light coming through your bedroom window.

a noise rips from your throat, somewhere between horrified and embarrassed. you rush over to him, taking the box from his arm and grabbing for the plug. “give that back, asshole! what is wrong with you? do you always go through other people’s things?”

jisung holds the plug away from you, chuckling. “and here i thought you just had a stick up your ass- i didn’t realize the problem was that you needed to be filled up.”

you stare at him, shocked. “what the fuck, jisung. fuck you.”

jisung takes the box back out of your arms to throw back in the closet, and for some reason you let him. he holds the plug closer to you, ripping it just out of reach again when you grab at it. then he tries again, wrapping one hand around both of your wrists and slowly, gently pressing the tip of the plug against your bottom lip. your stomach explodes with lightning, sharper than the storm outside. the electricity sizzles in your wrists where his fingertips touch.

“you know what i think, rockstar?” jisung mutters, dragging the plug along your wet bottom lip, biting his own when your mouth parts pliantly. “i think you act like this- like such a brat- around me because you’ve never had anyone shut you up.”

words build in your throat, ready to come out, but jisung dips the plug into your open mouth and you stay quiet. your body has a mind of its own, mouth closing around the tip of the wide plug and sucking. jisung smiles like he’s caught you, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“do you want me to shut you up, hm?”

to your mortification, a quiet whimper leaves you. if the room hadn’t been silent aside from the rain hitting the window, maybe jisung wouldn’t have noticed. but he does- and you feel the press of his teeth against the shell of your ear as he grins.

“come on, rockstar. don’t go quiet on me yet,” he murmurs into your ear. you feel your fingers clench into fists as he leans down, biting the lobe gently and sucking on the skin. he takes the plug away from your mouth, wet with spit, and trails it in a messy line across your cheek, down your neck, stopping at the neckline of your t shirt.

your thighs clench together to relieve some of the now aching pressure in your core. you can’t believe you’re about to do this- about to give jisung exactly what he wants- but you’ve already surrendered before your brain can even catch up. when you speak, your voice is mortifying. whiny, soft, airy by his ear.

“shut me up,” you whisper, licking your lips. “if you can, jisungie.”

he pushes. your back hits the wall.

jisung isn’t teasing anymore; his lips meet yours wholeheartedly, messy and frantic, like he had been waiting for you to say that all night. he groans as soon as your lips touch, tossing the plug onto the bed behind him and using both hands to cup your face. you gasp, feeling his wet tongue slip past your lips and tangle with yours at the same time one of his large hands tangles in the back of your perfectly laid hair.

“that’s it, baby,” jisung mutters against your lips, disconnecting to trail open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. “been wanting to get you messy since the day you sat beside me- no, since the day i saw your campaign poster, fuck-“

he’s rambling into your skin, delirious with the heat between your bodies, and you hate to admit it’s making you sweat worse. you tilt your head back until it thumps against the wall, letting jisung tug at the hem of your t shirt and pull it off your body. once you’re left in your bra and sweats, you both moan.

“fuck, look at these,” jisung groans, hands cupping your tits through the lacy material of your bra. his face is flushed, glasses askew, and you bite your lip to hide your smile as you straighten them out.

jisung’s head snaps up, eyes narrowing as they meet yours. “what’s so funny?” he asks, tongue poking into his cheek.

“oh, nothing. just thought you would be used to seeing boobs, with the amount of animated porn you watch.” you grin, shoulders shaking with your laugh. jisung’s jaw twitches, muscles jumping from the tease. slowly, he brings one hand behind your back and unclips your bra. once it falls off your shoulders and to the ground, he meanly rolls your nipples between his deft fingers, pinching until you flinch and whimper against him.

“we have to do something about that attitude, don’t we baby?” jisung hums, watching your reactions to the attention he gives your chest. he keeps the movements of his hands painful- but with just as much pleasure, making you clench around nothing and fight the breathy little moans that want to escape. with one final pinch to each breast, jisung backs off. you furrow your brows as he sits on your bed, back against the headboard and legs spread wide.

then, he tilts his chin up in your direction. you watch as he palms himself through his jeans, eyes going half lidded, and starts talking again. “come here, rockstar. pants off, over my lap.

you stand still for a moment longer, wondering what would happen if you disobey him again. as it stands, you’re already half naked and intent on cumming at some point tonight- you would be shocked if jisung was this good at foreplay but only gave you a mediocre orgasm. so you decide to do as your told, shimmying out of your sweats and crawling onto the bed, positioning yourself so that you are straddling his thighs in nothing but your lace panties.

“now what?” you mumble, watching as jisung takes his hoodie off and settles into the sheets. then your mouth drops open- because holy fucking shit he has tattoos.

jisung grins in a cocky way, letting your eyes trail from the compass by his collarbone, down to his muscular pecs and abdomen, then over to the gigantic lettering trailing from the top of his ribs to the jut of his hip bone. how did he wear hoodies all the time, knowing this was what was hidden underneath? you feel like you’re losing your mind.

“now,” jisung speaks, hands grabbing your bare hips and trailing lower, squeezing your ass to make you jolt out of your thoughts. he chuckles as you blush at having been caught ogling him. “now you behave, let me teach you how to relax, and maybe i’ll let you cum tonight.”

before you can even ask what he meant by let you cum, jisung is pushing your hips down and rolling his own upwards, causing your clothed pussy to grind against the fabric of his jeans and the tent in his pants. you moan at the contact to your dripping cunt, the material of your panties already damp and a shiver rolling down your spine.

jisung mutters a curse under his breath, reaching a hand in between your bodies to run two long fingers up and down your clothed pussy. you whimper as his eyes roll back in his head briefly from the feeling of you soaked through your panties.

“fuck, baby- this wet for me already?” jisung asks, huffing out a breathless laugh. you grind your hips toward the friction, humping his hand in a way that drives you deeper into humiliation and desire. he lets you, watching your hips move with a look of awe.

“ji- c’mon,” you whimper, grabbing his broad shoulders in your hands for stability. you gasp at the contact of finally touching his hot, toned skin, and he moans quietly as you grind down harder on his hand.

“what do you want, baby? you willing to beg for it?” he pants, stopping the movement of your hips with his grip on you. he ignores your whine from the loss of pleasure, shushing you as he slowly, deliberately, moves your panties to the side and takes in the sight of your glistening cunt.

“i’m not begging,” you scoff, but it sounds weak to your own ears- pitiful, even. he raises an eyebrow at you, tilting his head and making eye contact.

“oh yeah?” he asks, arching his brow higher. quickly, he slides one long, thick finger inside your wet heat, mimicking you with the part of his lips and furrow in his brow as you moan loudly. “not gonna beg for me?”

and just like that- your pride dissolves.

“oh god- please, fuck-“ you plead, trying to grind your hips down to meet the curl of his finger inside you. he pulls it out, replacing it with two, and pumps his fingers relentlessly. the pace isn’t fast, more teasing than anything, but it’s hard- each thrust driving the tips of his fingers into that bundle of nerves that makes your stomach twist with deadly precision.

“come on, rockstar. you expect me to believe that’s the best you can do? after how much shit you talk every day?” jisung asks, fingers curling meanly and making your eyes roll back from the targeted pleasure. you whine, long and high, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave a mark.

“i hate you-“ you grit out, immediately followed by a panicked noise as he starts to pull his fingers away. your pussy clenches around him, as if fighting to stay full, and jisung grins like he just won the lottery.

“no- wait, fuck! please, jisung! i want- need you so bad. need you to fuck me, please!”

jisung’s fingers still leave you, and you whimper with the empty feeling. he shushes you again, more gentle this time, and flips your position so that you’re on your back, him hovering over you.

“don’t worry, baby. you did good,” he mumbles, kissing your neck and sucking a bruise just under your jaw. faintly, you register that you’ll need to cover that mark before class on monday. or maybe you won’t- maybe you will wear it openly, letting everyone know who you belong to.

jisung brings you back to the present by leaning over your body to open your bedside drawer. the first drawer he opens doesn’t have what he’s looking for, but the small hum he makes when he opens the second lets you know he found it. when he hovers over you again, there are three objects to your left: a bottle of lube, a string of condoms, and that damn pink plug.

you swallow the spit in your mouth, audibly gulping while jisung pulls your panties down your legs. you watch him take off his own baggy jeans, leaving a single article of clothing between the two of you.

“why is… that still out?” you ask, looking at the toy sitting on your pillow. jisung spreads your legs wide, bending them at the knees and sitting between them. you blush at the feeling of being completely bare, glancing down to see him grabbing your thighs in a tight grip on either side of his head.

“if i wanna shut you up, i figure the only way to do it is to stuff you full,” jisung says, delivering a wet kiss to your inner thigh and making the muscle jump under his touch. before you can ask any more questions, jisung steals your breath away.

he licks a wide stripe from your clenching hole all the way up to your aching clit- finally giving you the stimulation you crave so desperately. one of your hands immediately finds his hair, threading your fingers through the soft locks and holding on tight.

jisung eats you out like it’s his favorite pastime; you have never met someone who genuinely seems to enjoy giving head, but god, you know he does. the way his tongue fucks into you, the way his mouth wraps around your clit and sucks- you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. you don’t even realize his hands are busy until you feel one wet, warm finger pressing at your rim from behind, making you jolt.

“jisung-“ you gasp out, whining as his finger and tongue play at both of your holes. you feel the vibration of his moans as your grip in his hair tightens. “please, please, please!”

with that, jisung slides his lubed finger into your ass, continuing to suck and lick at your clit until you feel a mix of his spit and your own arousal run down to where he is fingering you open. you moan loudly underneath him, feeling a single tear slip down your face from the overwhelming pleasure.

jisung takes his time opening you up, tongue fucking into your soaked cunt as he adds two, then three fingers to your ass. just when you feel that coil in your stomach tightening, tension in your body about to snap- he pulls away from you completely.

you sob, shaking your head to beg him to keep going. you were so close you could almost taste it. but then jisung grabs the pale pink plug, the diamond at the base glinting in the low light from your bedroom window, and you shut up fast.

“figures,” jisung huffs. you clench around nothing at the idea of him laughing at you, and he notices it with a smile. “all i had to do to shut you up was fill your cunt, hm? that’s all a good slut needs.”

you whimper, tears falling onto your flushed cheeks from the desperation and need and embarrassment-

“shh, baby. it’s okay. i’ve got you,” jisung murmurs, petting your hip with his lube-slick hand, making you an even filthier mess. he grabs the plug in his free hand, rubbing it against your rim and grinning when you clench again with need.

he flicks his thumb over your clit slowly, letting you writhe under him and feel the shocks of pleasure it sends up your spine. you let out a long whine, breaking off into a gasping moan as the plug finally slips inside your ass.

jisung moans too, tugging at the base of the plug until it slips out of you, fucking it back in with one smooth push. you moan louder above him, feeling full but still so empty. jisung must notice, must feel pity, because when you open your eyes again he is sliding his briefs down long, muscular legs.

and jisung’s cock is huge- perfectly curved in a way that has you clenching again, precum pearling at the flushed tip as he grips himself with a hiss. you can’t help it, you reach a hand out to take over, slowly jerking him off over your soaked pussy.

“oh fuck, good girl,” he groans, eyes fighting not to roll back at the tight grip of your hand, the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance with every upward stroke. “such a good little slut, hm? wanna be fucked dumb so bad?”

you bat your eyelashes up at him, blinking wide eyes as you bite your lip. jisung curses again, hips twitching forward and pressing into you by the smallest fraction. it’s enough to have you whining, urging him forward with your legs wrapped around his waist and feet digging into his ass.

“wait- shit, condom,” he pants, tilting his hips away to roll the latex on. you groan dramatically, but really only have to wait a handful of seconds before he is back at your entrance, tip nudging your clit. when he finally pushes in, it’s well worth the wait.

you borderline scream when he bottoms out.

you feel so full- plug nestled inside your ass, jisung buried to the hilt in your dripping pussy. tears slip past your eyes again, but jisung is there to wipe them away this time, groaning into your neck.

“fuck, you feel unreal, baby,” he pants. when his hips push away from you, rolling forward again in a filthy grind, you whimper and tighten your legs around his waist. “bet you’re so full, aren’t you? finally fucked so dumb you can’t think?”

all you can do is nod as jisung flips you over, squealing when he pushes your back down into an arch that makes your muscles stretch in the most satisfying way. he slides back in, quickly setting a ruthless pace as his hips smack into your ass with every thrust, driving the plug further inside you.

you moan loudly, drooling into the silk pillow case you’re gripping onto for dear life. jisung’s hands circle your waist, pulling you back to meet each of his thrusts. like this, he hits that sensitive spot deep inside you with every slam of his hips. his hands grip you hard enough to hurt, but the pleasure is overwhelming- your moans crack and turn embarrassingly high pitched, too fucked-out to even think.

“you look so good like this,” jisung pants, hips angled to hit deep inside you and make your toes curl. “made for me, aren’t you? made to have this cock, milking me dry.”

you can only nod, little noises leaving your mouth that sound like yours, yours, jisung, yours. a mantra of his name and begging is all you can produce, brain focused on the way your stomach clenches in time with your pussy, feeling jisung throb inside you. your body is overheating, lips bitten raw as you scream into the pillow beneath you. you’re so close, you would do anything for this- anything jisung asked of you.

then, jisung presses one hand into the base of the plug, nudging it that much deeper inside you. he fucks into your tight cunt two more times before you’re crying out, not even having time to warn him before your orgasm hits you full force.

you feel absolutely demolished- every atom in your being is buzzing, high on the pleasure and jisung’s hips still pistoning into you as you ride out your orgasm. jisung groans when he feels you clench tight around him, his grip on your waist tightens and he pushes as deep as he can go. you can feel the throb of jisung’s cock inside you as he cums too, burying his face in the crook of your neck and shuttering.

for a moment, all you can hear is the panting of two people and the rain outside. it’s only drizzling now, sprinkles of water splashing onto your window every now and then. the lightning still flashes every now and then, although farther away. you can barely hear the thunder.

jisung pulls out, grunting to match your wince at the empty feeling. he quickly ties off the condom, stumbling to the bathroom down the hall to get a washcloth and wipe the worst of the mess off your sweaty bodies. when he lays back down next to you it’s with a flop of his body, sighing long and hard like he just ran a marathon. his glasses are still on.

“you are… insane,” you mumble sleepily, pulling the blanket over your body as you shiver. jisung laughs, face bright and eyes filled with mirth. he lays his glasses on the nightstand, tucking himself under your soft blankets and pulling you into his chest. if you had any energy, you would argue. instead you smile to yourself and nuzzle into his neck, smelling the lingering hint of cologne and something distinctly jisung.

“you’re really cute when you’re exhausted,” jisung hums, carding a hand through your tangled hair. you halfheartedly hit his chest. his firm, muscular chest.

the first thing you hear is the AC kick back on. then, the light in your living room flickers back to life down the hall. you let your eyes flutter shut, lulled to sleep by jisung’s steady heartbeat underneath you.

the last thing you hear before you go to sleep is a mumbled, “by the way, i have a USB that automatically saves everything. the project was saved on my ipad.”

han jisung, you know within reason, will continue to be a thorn in your side. somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at that.

a/n: woah… who wrote that ???

anywho~ i hope you all enjoyed! :3 thank you so much for 400 followers!!! i love hearing that u all enjoy my work, it feels like bearing my soul >.<

But what do you do when they're the ones who keep coming after you?

You weren't rude. When Jisung flashed that bright smile or when Minho looked at you with those sharp, teasing eyes, you let the conversations happen. You laughed at their jokes, answered their questions, and tried to keep things light.

You just never expected it would lead here.

The room felt too warm, the air thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin and low, broken moans. You sat frozen at the edge of the bed, eyes wide, heart hammering as you watched something no one on campus had ever seen.

Jisung was in complete control.

You'd always thought it was Minho who held the power between them. The way they acted in public, the way Minho's sharp tongue and confident stare seemed to lead everything, made it easy to assume he was the one calling the shots behind closed doors too.

You were so wrong.

Jisung had Minho pinned beneath him, wrists trapped high above the older boy's head with one strong hand. His hips snapped forward hard and deep, pounding into Minho with a steady, ruthless rhythm that made the bed creak. Minho's back arched off the mattress, a desperate groan slipping from his lips every time Jisung drove back in.

With his free hand, Jisung wrapped his fingers around Minho's leaking cock, stroking him in time with every powerful thrust. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as precum dripped over Jisung's knuckles.

You bit down hard on your lower lip, your throat suddenly dry. Heat pooled low in your belly as you watched Jisung dominate the usually cocky, composed Minho so completely. Minho's usual sharp gaze was gone, replaced by glassy, half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. His lips parted on a shaky moan, body trembling under Jisung's relentless pace.This was the side of them no one else knew.

And now... you were seeing it all.

Jisung's dark eyes suddenly flicked up and locked onto yours.

Even as he kept fucking Minho with deep, punishing thrusts, that wicked smirk slowly spread across his lips. His hips never faltered. The wet slap of skin against skin continued, steady and filthy. His hand kept pumping Minho's throbbing cock, thumb teasing over the slick head, spreading the mess of precum with every stroke.

Minho let out a broken whine beneath him, hips twitching helplessly, but Jisung didn't even glance down. His gaze stayed glued to you, burning with heat and amusement.

"What are you watching so intently, baby?" he asked, voice low and teasing, slightly rough from exertion. Another hard thrust made Minho moan louder, but Jisung just grinned wider. "You've been sitting there biting that pretty lip the whole time."

He gave a particularly deep roll of his hips, making Minho's back arch sharply off the bed. A shaky gasp escaped the older boy, but Jisung still didn't look away from you.

"Why are you so far away?" Jisung continued, cocky and breathless. His fingers tightened around Minho's wrists as he pounded into him harder, the bed creaking under them. "Don't you want to come closer? Don't tell me you're just gonna sit there and watch when you could be right here... touching... tasting... letting us make you feel good too."

His smirk deepened, eyes darkening as he took in your flushed face and nervous posture.

"Come on, sweetheart. Don't be shy. Move closer. Join us."

Minho's hazy, pleasure-drunk eyes managed to find you too. His lips parted on another moan, voice wrecked as he breathed out, "Yeah... come here..."

The air felt even thicker now, heavy with the scent of sex and the sound of their bodies moving together. Your heart raced wildly in your chest as Jisung kept staring at you, never slowing down, waiting for you to decide.

Your hand started moving with more confidence, stroking Minho's thick, leaking cock from base to tip in slow, steady pumps. Your fingers squeezed gently around the swollen head on every upstroke, spreading the slick precum that kept dripping out. Minho moaned louder, his hips twitching up into your fist, chasing the pleasure you were giving him.

Softly, almost shyly, you called out, "Ji..."

Jisung's dark eyes immediately flicked back to you. That wicked smirk still played on his lips, but his gaze softened with heat when he saw the way you were looking at him.

The second your eyes met, you leaned in closer. Your free hand reached up to cup his jaw as you pressed your lips against his in a tentative, hungry kiss.

Jisung groaned into your mouth, the sound low and rough. He kissed you back instantly, deep and possessive, his tongue sliding against yours while he never stopped thrusting into Minho. His hips kept that steady, filthy rhythm, pounding deep into the older boy with every wet slap of skin.

Your hand never stopped moving on Minho's cock either, stroking him faster now, twisting lightly at the tip just like Jisung had shown you. Minho whimpered beneath the both of you, his body trembling between Jisung's relentless thrusts and your eager hand.

Jisung pulled back just enough to nip at your lower lip, breathing hot against your mouth. "Fuck... that's it, baby," he murmured, voice thick with lust. "Keep stroking him just like that."

He captured your lips again, harder this time, tongue exploring your mouth as the three of you moved together, your hand pumping Minho's throbbing length, Jisung fucking him deep and steady, and your lips locked with Jisung's in a messy, heated kiss.

The room felt impossibly hot, filled with the sounds of moans, wet skin, and heavy breathing. You were right in the middle of it now, and it felt dangerously good.

Jisung's tongue moved hot and deep against yours, kissing you like he couldn't get enough. Right underneath you both, Minho stared up with wide, glassy eyes, completely lost in the sight of you two making out.

"Mmhh... Jisung-ah..." Minho whined softly, voice breathy and needy. "You two look so pretty kissing like that...  It's making me so hard..."

His words came out all shaky and enamored, hips twitching helplessly as he watched your lips slide together, tongues teasing. He looked completely gone, cheeks flushed dark red.

You felt a rush of confidence and doubled down on your hand, stroking Minho's throbbing cock faster, squeezing tighter around the swollen head, letting your thumb rub over the slick tip on every pass.

"Ahh—!" Minho let out a high, whiny moan, his whole body jerking. "Fuck... that feels so good... don't stop, please—" His hole suddenly clenched hard around Jisung's cock, pulsing tight and greedy.Jisung groaned loudly, breaking the kiss just enough to look down at him.

"Shit, Hyung... you're squeezing me so fucking tight," he growled, voice rough with pleasure. He slammed his hips forward harder, driving deep into Minho with every thrust. "All because she's jerking you off so nicely, huh? Such a greedy little hyung..."

Minho whimpered pathetically, eyes fluttering as another broken moan spilled from his lips. "Jisung-ah... it's too much... feels too good..." His voice cracked into a whine, body trembling between Jisung's relentless pounding and your eager hand flying over his leaking cock.

You kept kissing Jisung again, tongues tangled, while your fist pumped Minho faster, the wet, filthy sounds filling the room. Minho kept whimpering and moaning beneath you both, completely lost in the pleasure you and Jisung were giving him.

Minho started squirming beneath you both, his hips twitching uncontrollably as pleasure built higher and higher inside him.

"Ahh— Jisung-ah..." he whined, voice high and shaky. His wrists flexed uselessly against Jisung's firm grip, but he couldn't break free. "It's coming... I think I'm gonna— mmph— I'm getting close..."

His body twisted and arched, legs trembling as he tried to push up into your stroking hand and back onto Jisung's cock at the same time. He looked so desperate, flushed and sweaty, eyes half-closed and glassy with need.You didn't slow down. Your hand kept pumping his throbbing, leaking cock faster, slick sounds growing louder and wetter with every stroke. Jisung kept thrusting deep and steady into him, never missing a beat.

Minho let out another broken whimper, his back bowing off the bed. "Please... it feels too good... I can't— I can't hold it..." His thighs shook, hole pulsing rhythmically around Jisung's cock as his orgasm crept closer. Precum spilled messily over your fingers, making every stroke even smoother and filthier.He kept squirming and writhing between the two of you, soft needy sounds spilling from his lips nonstop. "Jisung-ah... baby... your hand— ahh! Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Minho kept squirming and whining underneath you, his body twisting desperately as his orgasm crept closer. You couldn't resist anymore.You pulled away from Jisung's lips and turned your full attention to Minho. Without a word, you leaned down and pressed your mouth against his, shutting him up mid-whimper with a deep, hungry kiss.

Minho moaned loudly into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you back eagerly, tongue sliding messily against yours. He tasted sweet and desperate, every little whimper and gasp spilling straight into the kiss.

Your hand never stopped moving, stroking his throbbing, leaking cock faster and tighter, thumb rubbing over the slick head with every pass. At the same time, Jisung kept pounding into him with deep, powerful thrusts, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Between your eager hand and Jisung's relentless cock, Minho was completely lost.

He squirmed harder beneath you, hips bucking wildly as pleasure crashed through him. His kiss turned sloppy and needy, soft whiny sounds escaping into your mouth with every thrust and stroke.Jisung groaned above you both, still gripping Minho's wrists tight. "That's it, Hyung... let her kiss you while we make you cum. You're so close, aren't you?"

Minho could only moan helplessly against your lips, his body trembling violently. His hole clenched tight around Jisung's cock as his orgasm finally hit.

With a broken, muffled cry into your kiss, Minho came hard.

His cock pulsed and throbbed in your hand, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum over your fingers and across his own stomach. His whole body shook and arched, legs quivering as wave after wave of bliss washed over him. He kept kissing you through it, desperate and sloppy, whimpering softly every time another spurt spilled out.

Jisung didn't stop thrusting, drawing out every bit of Minho's orgasm while you kept stroking him gently, milking every last drop.

Minho was still trembling beneath you, lips parted and breathing hard against yours as the last waves of his orgasm faded. His cum coated your fingers and painted messy streaks across his flushed stomach.

But Jisung didn't stop.

His hips kept moving, thrusting deep and steady into Minho's tight, clenching heat. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder as Jisung chased his own release, never slowing down even as Minho whimpered softly from the overstimulation.

"Hyung... fuck, you feel so good," Jisung groaned, voice rough and low. His grip on Minho's wrists tightened as he drove in harder, hips snapping forward with purpose. "Gonna fill you up... gonna cum so deep inside you."

Minho let out a shaky, whiny moan, still dazed from his own climax. His hole fluttered weakly around Jisung's thick cock, squeezing him with every thrust.

You stayed close, one hand gently stroking Minho's softening cock while you watched Jisung's face twist with pleasure. His eyes were dark, focused, lips parted as heavy breaths escaped him. A few more powerful thrusts and Jisung's rhythm started to falter. His hips stuttered, pressing deep as he buried himself to the hilt inside Minho.

With a low, broken groan, Jisung came.

His cock pulsed hard inside Minho, spilling thick, hot ropes of cum deep into him. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop as far as it would go, hips twitching with each wave of pleasure. A deep, satisfied moan rumbled in his chest as he filled Minho completely, claiming him in the most intimate way.

Only when the last spurts finally faded did Jisung's movements slow. He stayed buried inside Minho for a long moment, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on his skin.

Minho whimpered softly beneath the both of you, voice weak and wrecked.

"Jisung-ah... so full... I can feel you..."Jisung leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to Minho's forehead, then turned his head to look at you with that familiar cocky smirk, eyes still hazy with pleasure.

"Your turn next, baby," he murmured, voice dripping with promise.

Jisung stayed buried deep inside Minho for a few more seconds, savoring the warm, slick heat around his cock. Slowly, he pulled out with a wet sound, a thick trail of his cum leaking from Minho's used hole.He finally released Minho's wrists and leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against the older boy's sweaty forehead.

Minho let out a soft, tired whimper, still catching his breath, his body limp and glowing with aftershocks.Jisung turned his head to look at you, that familiar cocky smirk returning to his lips, eyes dark and hungry.

"Hyung," he said, still looking at you but speaking to Minho, "you've been such a good boy tonight. Do you want a reward?"

Minho's glassy eyes fluttered open, a weak but eager nod following his words. "Yes... please..."

Jisung's smirk widened. He ran a gentle hand through Minho's damp hair before asking softly, "Do you want to eat her out? Since you were so good for both of us... you can taste her while I watch."

Minho's breath hitched. Even in his blissed-out state, a spark of desire lit up in his eyes. He turned his head toward you, cheeks still flushed, voice coming out shy and whiny.

"Can I...? Please... I want to taste you... I'll be good... I'll make you feel really good too..."

He looked up at you with those pleading, subby eyes, lips slightly parted, clearly still floating from his orgasm but already excited at the idea of pleasing you next

Jisung's eyes darkened as he looked at you still half-dressed. "Can't have Hyung tasting you properly with these clothes in the way," he murmured against your ear, voice low and teasing.

His hands moved slowly, helping you out of your top first. Strong fingers slid under the fabric, lifting it up and over your head. Cool air kissed your bare skin as he tossed it aside. Next, he reached around to unhook your bra, letting it fall away so your breasts were fully exposed. His palms brushed over them lightly, thumbs grazing your nipples just enough to make you shiver.

"Beautiful," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

Then his hands moved lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and panties together, guiding them down your hips and thighs. You lifted your hips to help him, and he pulled everything off in one smooth motion, leaving you completely naked.

Jisung hummed in approval, his warm hands roaming over your newly bare skin. "There we go... all pretty and bare for us."

Jisung shifted higher on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with a lazy, satisfied grin. He reached for you, strong hands guiding you gently but firmly until your back rested against his warm, broad chest. You settled between his spread legs, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady beat of his heart against your back.

"Comfortable, baby?" he murmured close to your ear, voice still rough from earlier.Before you could answer, one of his arms slid under your knee and lifted your leg up and outward, opening you wide for Minho. The new position left you completely exposed, your glistening pussy on full display. Cool air brushed over your sensitive skin, making you shiver.

Minho's eyes darkened with fresh hunger as he crawled between your spread thighs. He looked beautifully wrecked, flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a trail of Jisung's cum still slowly leaking from his hole. But the way he stared at your core was pure need.

"Can I...?" Minho asked softly, voice whiny and eager. His hands rested lightly on your inner thighs, thumbs brushing teasingly close but not quite touching. "Please... I want to taste you so bad."

Jisung chuckled low behind you, his free hand stroking soothing circles on your stomach while the other kept your leg held high and open.

"Go ahead, Hyung," Jisung said, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. "She's been so patient watching us. Make her feel good with that pretty mouth. Show her how grateful you are for letting you cum so hard earlier."

Minho let out a soft, needy sound and leaned in. His warm breath ghosted over your wet folds first, making your hips twitch. Then his tongue, hot, soft, and eager, dragged slowly from your entrance up to your clit in one long, thorough lick.

A quiet moan escaped your lips as Minho started licking you properly, slow and messy at first, then growing more confident. He moaned against your pussy like he was the one being pleasured, the vibrations sending sparks through your body.

Jisung held you securely against his chest, keeping your leg lifted nice and high so Minho had full access. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "That's it... just relax and let Hyung eat you out. He's gonna take such good care of you."

Minho's tongue circled your clit, then dipped down to push inside you, lapping up your wetness with soft, desperate whimpers. He looked completely lost between your legs, subby, eager, and so fucking hungry for your taste.

Minho's hot tongue kept working between your folds, licking slow and messy, savoring every drop of your wetness. Soft, needy whimpers vibrated against your pussy as he ate you out like he was starving for you.

The pleasure quickly became too much to stay still.

Your hand shot down, fingers threading through Minho's soft hair. You grabbed a fistful and pushed his head harder against your dripping core, grinding your hips forward desperately against his face.

"Ahh..." you moaned, the sound slipping out breathy and needy.

Minho moaned loudly into your pussy, the sound muffled and filthy. His eyes fluttered shut in bliss as you used his mouth, his tongue pressing flatter and licking faster to match your movements.

"Mmm— fuck..." you gasped, hips rolling again, chasing the delicious friction.

"That's it, baby," Jisung groaned behind you, his voice thick with arousal. One arm still held your leg high and spread wide, keeping you completely open for Minho. His other hand stroked your stomach soothingly while he watched. "Grind on Hyung's face. Use him. He loves it."

Minho whimpered even louder, the vibration shooting straight through your clit. He was getting messier now, tongue flicking rapidly over your swollen nub, then dipping down to push inside you, lapping eagerly at your entrance. His nose bumped against your clit with every grind of your hips, coating his cheeks and chin with your slick.

"Oh god... yes—" you moaned louder, fingers tightening in Minho's hair as you pulled him even closer. You rocked harder against his face, wet, obscene sounds filling the room as you rode his tongue.

"Ahh— Minho..." The pleasure spiked sharply, making your voice break into another moan.Jisung pressed a hot kiss to the side of your neck, whispering roughly, "Fuck, look at you... riding Hyung's face so pretty. He's such a good boy, isn't he? Letting you fuck his tongue like this."

Your moans kept spilling out between shaky breaths, soft at first, then louder and needier as you ground down harder, completely lost in the feeling of Minho's eager mouth working you closer and closer to the edge.

Jisung kept your jaw firmly in his grip, forcing you to look up at him while your body trembled against his chest. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused, mouth hanging open as soft, desperate moans kept spilling out.

“Ji— ” you gasped, voice shaky and broken. “Ji— ‘m cumming—!”

The moment the words left your lips, Minho’s eyes flashed with hunger. He let out a needy, whiny moan against your pussy and immediately changed what he was doing.

His tongue stopped teasing your clit and pushed straight inside you instead. Hot, wet, and eager. He started tongue-fucking you hard, sliding in and out of your dripping hole with fast, desperate strokes. His nose pressed firmly against your swollen clit, rubbing it with every thrust of his tongue.

“Ahh— fuck— Minho!” you cried out, hips jerking wildly against his face.

Minho moaned loudly into you, the sound vibrating deep inside your core as he fucked you with his tongue even faster. He was completely lost between your legs, whimpering and slurping messily, drinking up every drop of your wetness while pushing you over the edge.

Your whole body tensed against Jisung’s chest. Your eyes rolled back again, lashes fluttering wildly against your cheeks as the orgasm hit you hard.

With a loud, broken moan, you came.

Your pussy clenched and gushed around Minho’s tongue, hot slick flooding his mouth and coating his chin and cheeks. You squirted messily onto his face, hips grinding uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through you. Minho kept tongue-fucking you through it, greedily lapping up every drop, moaning like he was the one cumming.Jisung watched everything with dark, hungry eyes. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, low and rough, almost like he was cumming himself. His chest vibrated against your back as he groaned again, louder this time, the sound thick with raw lust.

“Fuck… look at you,” he groaned, voice strained and breathless, as if the sight of you squirting all over Minho’s face was pushing him close to the edge too. “So fucking pretty when you cum… making such a messy, wet little mess on Hyung’s face.”

His grip on your jaw tightened slightly, thumb brushing over your parted lips while another deep groan rumbled out of him. He sounded completely wrecked just from watching you fall apart.

Minho stayed latched between your thighs, happily drinking every drop you gave him, soft whimpers mixing with your cries and Jisung’s heavy groans.

Your body shook violently in Jisung’s arms, soft broken moans still spilling from your lips as the last waves of your orgasm washed over you.

Jisung’s deep, guttural groans slowly faded as your body finally stopped shaking in his arms. Minho stayed between your thighs for a little longer, gently licking you clean with soft, lazy strokes until every last drop was gone. His face was shiny and messy with your cum, but he looked blissfully happy.

You melted completely against Jisung’s chest, breathing hard, eyelids heavy. Jisung pressed soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, murmuring praises while Minho crawled up the bed and curled against your side.

The three of you stayed tangled together for the rest of the night.

They took care of you so gently, wiping you down with warm towels, bringing you water, and wrapping you in soft blankets between their warm bodies. Soft kisses, quiet whispers, and lazy touches filled the hours. Minho kept nuzzling into your neck with sleepy little whines, while Jisung held you close, stroking your hair until you drifted off.

You fell asleep safely sandwiched between them, warm and satisfied.

——

The next morning, you quietly slipped out of the frat house and headed home, legs still a little shaky from the night before. Your body felt deliciously sore in the best way.

But the moment you stepped inside the house, you froze.

Chris was waiting in the living room, arms crossed over his chest, looking every bit like the overprotective big brother he always acted as. His eyes narrowed the second he saw you.

“Where have you been?” he asked, voice tight.

He let out a slow breath and held up his phone, the screen showing the messages.

“Minho and Jisung have been texting me nonstop since this morning. Both of them asking for your number. Saying they had a ‘great time’ with you last night and want to keep talking to you.” Chris stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours with clear worry mixed with sternness.

“I’ve told you before, stay away from my members. Especially those two. I know exactly how they are, and I don’t want you getting mixed up in that.” His tone stayed firm, protective. “You’re family. You’re like my little sister. I’m not letting them treat you like one of their usual hookups.”

He paused, searching your face carefully.

“So tell me the truth. What the fuck happened between you and them last night?”

Uh-oh, well there goes your having fun from last night.

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"It's a summoning book, dumbass. Specifically for... pleasure demons. Incubi. You know, the kind that are basically designed to fuck you stupid and leave you satisfied." She wiggled her eyebrows. "All you have to do is follow the ritual on that page. Light a few candles, say the words, offer a little blood, and boom—hot demon in your dorm room ready to service you."

You stared at her. Then back at the book. The page she pointed to showed a tall, beautiful male figure with dark wings and glowing eyes, kneeling between a woman's spread legs. The text beneath it was written in elegant black ink that almost seemed to shimmer under the dorm light.

"...You're serious?" you asked slowly.

"Dead serious." Yeri's grin widened. "Come on. It's our senior year. You've been studying so hard you forgot what fun is. Worst case scenario, nothing happens. Best case scenario..." She made a very vulgar hand gesture. "You finally get dicked down, though not by you know, natural way."

You bit your lip, still hesitant... but the idea was already settling under your skin. The grimoire rested heavy in your hands. And for the first time, the thought of doing something reckless felt a little too tempting.

"Well, you don't have to do it if you don't like it, you know," She said, leaning back on her hands. Her tone softened a little. "I just gave you an option. We could still find some other ways. Maybe set you up an online dating profile or something."

You stared down. The book felt heavier now. The strange symbols almost seemed to pulse under the dim light, and the illustration of the incubus kept drawing your eyes back to it—tall, beautiful, powerful, and very clearly designed for one purpose.

The thought alone of doing online dating made you want to groan. Awkward conversations. Bad photos. Guys who only wanted one thing and still managed to be disappointing about it. You'd already tried that route last semester and ended up more frustrated than when you started. You closed the book slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather cover.

"...What if it actually works?" you asked quietly.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Then you get the best graduation present ever," she said, scooting closer. "Look, you didn't have to do it if you are very unconscious with it. But from everything I've read, these things are bound by the ritual. They can't hurt you unless you ask them to. They exist to please whoever summons them."

You chewed on your bottom lip, heart beating a little faster. The rational part of your brain was still screaming that this was a terrible, dangerous idea. But you are far more desperate than you thought you have been. You are much determined to graduate this college life with experiences you haven't done all your life, and that includes having sex.

"...Fine. I'll try it."

"Great! Let me know how it went, okay? I need the whole story!" she said, already bouncing toward the door. "I'll text you later. And don't chicken out!"

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the quiet dorm room with the grimoire resting heavily on your lap.

The dorm room felt different once you started. Warm, dim light spilled from the small desk lamp you had left on, casting long soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the campus was quiet, it's 2:14 am. Inside, the only sounds were your own breathing and the soft cascade of chalk as you dragged it carefully across the floor.

Circle after circle. Lines intersecting. Symbols you didn't fully understand but copied as exactly as you could from the grimoire. The chalk made a dry, whispering sound against the floor, filling the silence until the summoning circle was complete.

You sat back on your heels for a moment, staring at your work. Then came the candles. One by one, you placed four black candles at the points of the circle and lit them.

You knelt inside the completed circle and reached for the first black candle.

"In nomine Ignis voco te..." You lit the first candle. The flame flared to life.

"In nomine Aeris voco te..." The second candle caught, its flame steady and bright.

"In nomine Aquae voco te..." The third candle burned.

"In nomine Terrae voco te..." The fourth candle joined the others, filling the room with warm, flickering light.

Your hands were slightly shaky when you reached for the needle. You pricked the tip of your finger, wincing at the small sharp sting. A bead of blood welled up quickly. You held your hand over the center of the circle and let the drop fall. It landed with a soft, almost inaudible sound, dark red against the pale salt. Then you began to chant.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

A drop of blood fell into the center of the circle. You repeated the line, another drop.

"Et in nomine Spiriti, Prodi ad me, o noctis creatura; voluntati meae obsequere et in conspectu meo te manifesta."

Your voice started quiet, almost unsure, but grew steadier with each line of the summoning prayer. The foreign words felt strange on your tongue, heavy and ancient. As you spoke them the third time, the candle flames suddenly stretched higher, burning brighter, casting restless shadows across the walls. The temperature in the room shifted, a chill that raised goosebumps on your arms.

The moment the final drop of blood touched the circle, the entire room seemed to inhale. The candle flames stretched high toward the ceiling before suddenly dropping low, almost snuffing out completely, leaving only a dim, trembling glow. A deep, heavy pressure filled the air, thick and electric, pressing against your skin and making your ears ring, it even pushes you back out of the circle. The chalk lines of the summoning circle began to glow faintly, pulsing once, then twice, as if something on the other side was testing the barrier.

Then the darkness inside the circle thickened and twisted. Shadows pulled together like living smoke, coiling and rising until two tall figures slowly took shape at the same time. Broad shoulders, long legs, and large black wings briefly flared open before folding neatly against their backs. Both men were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous, and both looked hauntingly familiar.

The one on the left had soft yet sharp round and expressive eyes that glowed a deep gold, framed by slightly wavy dark hair that fell messily around his face. His features were expressive and almost boyish at first glance, but the slow, mischievous smirk that spread across his lips—complete with the pair of dimples—made him look anything but innocent. He carried an air of playful hunger, like he was already entertained by the situation.

The one on the right was sharper in every way. His eyes glowed a burning crimson, narrow and cat-like, set in an elegant, finely sculpted face. His dark hair was neat yet slightly tousled, and his expression was calm, intense, and quietly predatory. Everything about him felt precise and controlled, from the way he held himself to the way his gaze dragged slowly over your body without a single wasted movement.

"Well... this is unexpected," the golden-eyed incubus said, his voice low and smooth with a teasing lilt as he tilted his head, still smirking. "So long since the last time I have been summoned, but what's this? I am being summoned with you, huh?"

He glanced sideways at the crimson-eyed incubus with clear amusement, eyes gleaming. The other only gave a quiet, almost lazy hum in response, as if the situation barely surprised him. The crimson-eyed one turned his attention fully to you, stepping even closer until the heat of his body brushed against your front. His smirk widened, dimples faintly showing.

"Hm, not that I'm complaining," he started, a wide grin flashing across his face as his eyes slowly raked over you from head to toe. The look was open, hungry, and completely unapologetic. "I don't wanna hunt this week anyway."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes lingered on the curve of your waist, the way your clothes sat against your body, and the slight nervous rise and fall of your chest.

The golden-eyed incubus finally moved. While the other one stayed where he was, still watching you. His bare feet made almost no sound against the floor as he crossed the remaining space between you. You were still sitting just outside the edge of the circle, legs folded beneath you in a loose W-sitting position, hands braced behind you for support as you looked up at him.

He stopped right in front of you. From this angle he seemed even taller, the warm glow of his eyes looking down at you with calm, focused intensity. Without saying anything, he reached out and gently tipped your chin upward with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze fully. His touch was cool at first, then warmed quickly against your skin. He held your face there, thumb resting lightly just beneath your lower lip as he studied you.

"What's your name, summoner?" he asked, voice low and even.

Your voice stayed trapped in your throat. You tried to answer him, but the words refused to come out. You weren't sure if it was the slight fear creeping up your spine from the heavy pressure both of them carried, or if it was the quiet excitement your body kept trying to lean into from the situation you had put yourself in. Either way, you could only stare up at the golden-eyed incubus, lips slightly parted, as his fingers kept your chin tilted toward him.

The silence stretched for a moment too long.

Then the crimson-eyed one spoke, his voice lighter than his companion's but still carrying that same undercurrent of hunger.

"Jisung, you're scaring her."

Jisung didn't immediately look away from you. His thumb brushed once, slowly, along the edge of your jaw before he finally glanced over his shoulder at the other. A faint, almost lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Am I?" he asked, though he didn't sound particularly concerned. His gaze returned to yours a second later, still holding your chin up with the same steady pressure. "Come on, Minho. You can't be that soft for her already. She summoned us. She can handle a little intensity."

Even so, the grip of his fingers softened slightly, becoming less demanding. He kept your face turned up toward him, but the touch no longer felt quite as overwhelming.

Minho stepped closer as well, stopping just beside his companion so that both of them were looking down at you from above. The glint in his eyes remained, but there was a sharper edge of interest now.

Jisung's fingers remained under your chin, keeping your face tilted up toward him even as Minho watched from the side. After a short silence, he asked again, his voice lower this time, steadier.

"I'll ask again," he said, voice low and even. "What is your name?"

This time the words managed to scrape their way out of your throat. Your voice came out hoarse, quieter than you intended.

"...Y/N."

The moment the name left your lips, something subtle shifted in the air between the three of you. Jisung's expression didn't change much, but the glow in his eyes deepened, as if the simple offering of your name had satisfied something in him. His thumb brushed once more along your jaw, slower this time, almost thoughtful.

"Well, hello there, Y/N," Minho repeated, tasting the name like it was something sweet. "I hope you realized what sort of mess you've got yourself into?"

A small laugh escaped from Jisung as he lowered himself down, sitting on the heel so that he was level with your line of vision. His golden eyes stayed on yours, calm and faintly amused.

"I suppose?" he started, glancing at the salt circle, the still-burning candles, and the open grimoire nearby. "Look how prepared she is. Drew a summoning circle, prepared the right offering, she even has the grimoire all about us and our nature. I'd say she thoroughly researched this, no?"

A smile crept onto Minho's face as he eyed both of you, then settled his gaze more directly on you. His eyes gleamed with quiet interest.

"Hm. She must have been so lonely to resort to this," he said, voice low. "Aren't you, summoner?"

Heat rushed straight to your face. Being called out so directly made your cheeks burn, and you dropped your gaze to the floor between you and Jisung, suddenly very aware of how exposed the whole situation felt. It all sounded a lot more desperate when said out loud by two incubi who were currently staring at you like they already knew every thought running through your head.

Jisung noticed immediately. His expression softened just a fraction. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his fingers warm as they curled around yours. He gave a light tug, guiding you up from the floor until you were standing on slightly unsteady legs. Once you were upright, he kept hold of your hand for a moment longer, thumb brushing once over your knuckles in a quiet, almost soothing motion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," he said, voice lower now, calmer. His eyes stayed on your face as he spoke. "Minho and I have been summoned for the exact same reason more times than either of us can count. People get lonely. People get hungry. It's nothing we haven't seen before."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he glanced briefly toward Minho, then back to you.

"Though," he added, "we're usually called one at a time. The fact that your summoning pulled both of us at once either makes you a very talented summoner..." His gaze dipped briefly down your body before returning to your eyes. "Or you're just way too horny for one incubus to satiate that fuzzy feeling you're carrying around right now."

Your face burned even hotter. Jisung's words only made the blush deepen, spreading from your cheeks down to your neck as you tried to look anywhere but at him. The way he had so casually laid out the truth of why you summoned them left you feeling completely seen, and the embarrassment of it made your pulse race even faster.

A slow, almost fond smile tugged at his lips as he watched the color rise in your face. Something about how flustered you looked clearly pleased him. The way he looked at you then was sharper, hungrier, like the sight of you blushing and shifting under his gaze made him want to close the remaining distance and pounce on you right there on the dorm room floor.

Minho, on the other hand, stepped in closer from the side. His eyes drifted over you with open appreciation before he spoke, voice low and unhurried.

"I can practically smell you," he said, not unkindly. "Your arousal. Your need." His gaze flicked down briefly, then back to your face. "It's rolling off you so clearly and it's so distracting."

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile still playing on his lips.

"You don't need to worry, summoner. Just like the reason you called us here... we'll fulfill your wish." His tone was calm, almost reassuring, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "That's what we are for, after all."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the growing fear settled deeper in your chest. You were dealing with incubi, after all. Real ones. The weight of that fact finally seemed to catch up with you all at once.

"I don't know..." you started, voice quieter now as you moved to sit at the edge of the bed. Your hands rested nervously on your thighs. "I didn't really think this would work since this was my friend's idea. I'm honestly scared."

Jisung was the first to respond. He shifted his body facing you. He slightly tightens the grip on your head as if he was trying to pull your head back to you.

"Aw, you shouldn't be scared," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "We know humans have painted us as entities that leave their prey dead, but no... we are not like that."

He rested one forearm loosely across his knee. "We feed on human's sexual energy, not your life force. So the more aroused you are, the more we can feed on you."

Minho, who had been listening quietly, let out a soft hum of agreement. He stepped a little closer to the side of the bed. "Sounds like a good deal, no?" he added, tone calm and almost conversational. "We get fed, you get pleasured."

"Now if we are done with your demonology lessons, Ji, can I get my meal now?" Minho asked, his voice carrying a clear edge of irritation. The hunger in it was obvious, sharpened by how long Jisung had been stalling.

Jisung only chuckled under his breath, clearly used to this side of him.

"You really can't control yourself when you're hungry, no?" he said, glancing over his shoulder at Minho with a faint smirk.

"Fine. I don't wanna deal with your grumpy ass anyway." He turned his attention fully back to you then. Rising from his seat, Jisung reached out and gently took your wrist, his touch warm as he guided you up from the edge of the mattress and further onto your own bed.

"Come here, pretty human," he said, voice lower now, almost coaxing as he drew you closer.

The moment Jisung pulled you close, he closed the remaining distance without hesitation.

His hand slid up to the back of your neck as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss started firm but unhurried, lips moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger that made it clear he intended to take his time. When your breath hitched, he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue slipping past your lips as he tasted you properly. One of his hands settled at your waist, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you against him while he kissed you like he had all night to explore your mouth.

Jisung kept the pace controlled but intense, occasionally pulling back just enough to let you breathe before claiming your lips again. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he made out with you thoroughly, his eyes half-lidded whenever he briefly opened them to look at you. Every time you responded—whether by gripping his shirt or leaning further into him—he answered with a deeper press of his mouth, clearly feeding on the way your body was starting to melt against his.

Minho, however, was growing restless. He had been watching from the side with increasing impatience, eyes dark and fixed on the way Jisung kept you occupied. After several long minutes of being left out, he finally moved. Without a word, Minho reached out and shoved Jisung hard enough by the shoulder to break the kiss, forcing him back just enough to create space.

Jisung pulled away with a slightly breathless laugh, lips still shiny, and shot Minho an annoyed but unsurprised look.

"Greedy," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

Minho ignored the comment entirely. His attention was already on you as he stepped into the space Jisung had just occupied, one hand coming up to cup your jaw while his eyes dragged over your flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Suit yourself," Jisung chimed, still slightly breathless from the kiss as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I'll just busy my mouth with something else."

Without waiting for a response, he shifted down the bed. His hands slid up your thighs until they reached the waistband of your lower garments. He hooked his fingers under the fabric and began tugging it down, pulling the annoying barrier away from your skin. You lifted your hips slightly to help him, and he drew the clothing the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without care. The moment you were bare to him, Jisung's eyes fixated on it with clear hunger. He settled more firmly between your legs, hands pressing your thighs open, and then he dove in.

The first drag of his tongue against your core pulled a sharp, involuntary sound from your throat.

Before the moan could fully escape, Minho leaned down and captured your mouth with his. His kiss was firmer than Jisung's had been earlier. Deeper, more insistent as he used his lips and tongue to muffle every sound trying to leave you. One of his hands stayed cupped against your jaw, keeping you in place while he kissed you thoroughly, swallowing the soft, broken noises that kept rising each time Jisung's mouth worked between your legs.

Jisung was unhurried but relentless. He licked slow, deliberate stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit, sucking gently at first and then with more pressure as your hips twitched under him. Every reaction he pulled from you only seemed to encourage him further, his hands tightening on your thighs to keep you spread open for his mouth.

Jisung clearly loved the way you reacted to him. After a while of devouring your clit, he finally pulled his mouth away, leaving you wet and aching. Instead of giving you any real break, he brought two fingers up and began slowly swirling them over your already overstimulated bud, rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made your thighs jump. A low, pleased sound left him as he watched your face.

Behind him, his tail swayed with open excitement, the tip curling and uncurling as he fed on the sharp spike of your sexual energy.

"You have the sweetest energy I've had in a while," Jisung murmured, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "It's thick... rich. So addictive."

And before you could fully process the praise, his tail moved. The smooth, prehensile length slid between your legs and pressed against your entrance, slick from how wet you already were.

He let the tip tease you for a moment before pushing inside, the flexible thickness of his tail sinking into you with a slow, sinuous motion no ordinary cock could match. Once buried deep, it began to move in a way that felt almost alive, curling, pressing, and stroking against spots inside you that normal fingers or a regular length could never reach so precisely.

The sensation ripped a louder moan from your throat.

Minho, who had been keeping your mouth occupied, finally pulled back from the kiss just enough to let the sounds escape. His crimson eyes stayed locked on your face as you moaned and whined, clearly enjoying every broken noise Jisung was pulling out of you. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, still wet from their kissing, while he watched you fall apart between them.

Your hips lifted on their own, grinding up to meet the dual stimulation of Jisung's fingers on your clit and his tail working deep inside you. The more you moved, the richer your energy became, and both incubi reacted to it immediately. Jisung's tail curled harder against that sensitive spot inside you, and Minho's gaze darkened with open hunger, the two of them growing more intoxicated with every roll of your hips and every desperate sound you made.

Minho exhaled deeply, the sound low and strained as he clearly fought to keep himself in check. The amount of arousal rolling off you was thick enough that even he, usually the more composed of the two, was affected by it. Still, he didn't rush. Instead, he leaned in closer and began pressing soft, deliberate kisses along the side of your face, first against the shell of your ear, then your cheek, then lower to the sensitive skin of your neck.

"You're making us feel so good," he whispered against your skin, voice rough with restraint. "Feeding us this well... taking Jisung so prettily... You have no idea what you're doing to us."

Each quiet praise sank straight into you. The combination of his warm mouth on your neck and the intimate words he kept murmuring pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body reacted instantly, thighs trembling, breath catching until you clenched hard around the tail still buried inside you.

Jisung felt it immediately. A low, pleased sound left him as your walls clamped down around the flexible length. Rather than easing up, he doubled down. His fingers rubbed faster, tighter circles over your clit while his tail curled and thrust more insistently, pressing firmly against that deep, sensitive spot it had already found. The dual stimulation turned sharper, more relentless, clearly meant to drag you the rest of the way over.

"That's it," Jisung murmured from between your legs, golden eyes watching every reaction.

A broken cry left your throat as you came hard around Jisung's tail, your walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses. Your hips jerked involuntarily, thighs shaking as the orgasm tore through you, sharp and overwhelming after how long they had been building it. Wetness spilled around the length still buried inside you, and your whole body arched between the two of them as the pleasure kept rolling in waves.

Neither of them pulled away. Jisung kept his tail moving through it, slower now, curling and pressing to draw the orgasm out as long as possible. His fingers eased off your clit just enough to avoid pushing you into pain, instead rubbing soft, steady circles that helped you ride every pulse. Golden eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching the way you fell apart for them.

"There we go," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. "Ride it out. Don't hold back."

Minho held you against his chest through it, one hand still cradling the side of your face while the other stroked along your stomach. He pressed another kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his voice low and coaxing against your skin.

"Let it go," he urged softly. "Give it to us."

They stayed right there with you as the climax stretched on, both of them feeding openly on the thick surge of sexual energy that poured off you. Jisung slowly withdrew his tail, the length slipping free as he eased his hands off your thighs. The thick haze of the orgasm still lingered, leaving your limbs heavy and your breathing uneven as you came down from the height they had pushed you to. Only when you seemed steady enough did Minho speak.

"Switch with me," he said to Jisung, voice low but clear with intent.

Jisung let out a quiet, amused sound and moved without argument. He shifted up the bed while Minho guided you onto your hands and knees. Large hands firm on your hips as he positioned you the way he wanted. Once you were on all fours, Minho settled behind you, the heat of his body pressing in close as his palms smoothed over the curve of your ass and down your thighs.

In front of you, Jisung made himself comfortable. He sat back against the headboard slightly, legs open, and reached out to tip your chin up so you were looking at him. His eyes were dark with renewed hunger as he took in the sight of you between them.

"Hm, we met again, Y/N," Jisung murmured, teasing, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Haa, such a pretty face you have."

Minho's hands tightened on your hips as he lined himself up from behind. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, already slick from everything Jisung had done to you earlier. With one steady push, he sank into you, stretching you open around him until he was buried deep. A low, satisfied sound left him as he bottomed out, fingers digging into your flesh while he adjusted to the heat of your body.

In front of you, Jisung watched the way your mouth fell open at the sudden fullness. A slow grin spread across his face. "Look at that," he murmured. "Your mouth looks so lonely."

He shifted closer and guided the head of his cock to your lips. When you parted them, he pushed forward, sliding into the warm wetness of your mouth with a quiet groan. One hand settled in your hair, not forcing but holding, as he began to move in shallow thrusts that matched the rhythm Minho was setting behind you.

Minho started fucking you in earnest then—deep, deliberate strokes that rocked your body forward onto Jisung's cock with every thrust. The dual sensation left you trapped between them, filled from both ends as the two incubi used you exactly the way they wanted. Minho's hips met your ass with steady, heavy snaps, while Jisung kept your mouth occupied.

"Fuck—just like that," Minho muttered from behind, voice rough with pleasure. "Take it."

Jisung's fingers stroked through your hair, his own breathing growing heavier as he fucked your mouth. The wet sounds of both of them moving inside you filled the dimly lit dorm room, mixed with the low, hungry noises the two incubi made as they fed on every reaction they pulled from your body.

They fucked you in earnest, and neither of them could keep their hands still. Minho's grip on your waist tightened hard, fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Every thrust pulled a fresh wave of sexual energy from your body, and the more he fed on it the rougher his hold became. His palms stayed locked around your waist like he needed the contact to ground himself, hips snapping forward with growing intensity as the dual pleasure of being buried inside you and drinking down your arousal clearly got to him. Low, rough groans left his throat with nearly every movement, the sound vibrating against your back whenever he leaned in closer.

In front of you, Jisung was just as restless. His left hand stayed fisted in your hair, holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth with steady, shallow thrusts. His right hand, however, refused to stay idle, sliding down to grope your breast, fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in time with the way he moved between your lips. Every time you moaned around him, the vibration made his grip in your hair tighten and his hand on your chest grow bolder. Golden eyes stayed half-lidded with pleasure as he fed on both the wet heat of your mouth and the thick sexual energy pouring off you.

"Fuck..." Jisung groaned, the sound low and strained. His fingers flexed against your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he continued using your mouth. "You feel so sooo good."

Even while using your mouth, Jisung's golden eyes flicked past you, and a low chuckle left him when he saw the other incubus's tail. The dark length had started to wiggle uncontrollably behind Minho, the tip twitching and curling with clear lack of restraint.

"Oh, Minho," Jisung said, voice rough with amusement and pleasure. "You're so near, aren't you? Your tail's wiggling so much. You do that whenever you're close." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair as he kept moving between your lips. "Come on. Give it to her. She deserves it."

Those words hit both of you at once. A broken groan tore from your throat around Jisung's cock at the same time Minho let out a deep, strained sound behind you. The dual reaction only pushed everything higher. Your walls clamped down hard around Minho's cock as the orgasm crashed through you, pulsing tightly around him while you came all over his length. The sudden pressure and the fresh surge of sexual energy ripped the last of Minho's control away.

He buried himself to the hilt and held there, relishing the tight, fluttering heat of your core for a few thick seconds before he followed you over. With a low, guttural groan, Minho came inside you, spilling deep as his fingers dug hard into your waist and his tail gave one last sharp twitch behind him.

The sight of you and Minho sharing an orgasm pushed Jisung past the point of restraint. He had been holding himself back until then, keeping his thrusts into your mouth relatively controlled, but watching the two of you come undone together made something in him snap. A low, rough moan left his throat as his hips began to move faster, the earlier gentleness forgotten. His grip in your hair tightened, holding your head steady while he fucked your mouth with quicker, deeper strokes, eyes locked on the way your lips stretched around him.

"Fuck— that's it. Take it," he groaned, voice turning more vocal with every movement. Another broken sound slipped out of him as the thick wave of your post-orgasm sexual energy wrapped around him, rich and overwhelming. It fed straight into his system and shoved him right to his limit.

Jisung's breathing turned sharp and uneven. His hips stuttered once, then twice, before he pushed deep and held there with a long, strained groan. He came hard down your throat, making sure you took every drop as the pulses kept coming. His hand stayed firm in your hair the entire time, keeping you in place until he had fully finished.

Only when the last of it was spent did he slowly pull out. The sudden absence made you cough and gasp for air, saliva and the taste of him still on your tongue as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung stayed close, chest rising and falling heavily, golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he looked down at the mess he'd made of your mouth.

Breathing hard, Minho slowly pulled out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body go slack, and you dropped down onto the bed, completely tired and spent. Your limbs felt heavy, your skin still flushed and sensitive from everything they had put you through. For a moment the only sounds in the room were the three of you trying to catch your breath.

Minho sat back on his heels, wiping a hand over his face as he clearly felt the strain of remaining in the human realm. The pull of the demon realm was growing stronger now that your energy had been so thoroughly taken. After a few seconds, he glanced toward Jisung.

"I think I need to go back now."

Jisung's forehead creased immediately. "Already?" he asked, still slightly breathless. "Dining and dashing, are we?"

Minho shot him a flat look, though there was no real irritation behind it

"It's not that. She's already spent and drained after being used by two of us. I don't think her energy will suffice to keep both of us here anymore." He nodded toward Jisung. "Look. You're even starting to come see-through now."

Jisung glanced down at his own hands. Sure enough, the edges of his form had begun to flicker faintly, the solid shape of him growing slightly translucent around the margins. He clicked his tongue in mild annoyance but didn't argue.

"I'll let you handle her for now, since aftercare is what you're good for," Minho said to Jisung, his voice quieter now that the sharp edge of hunger had faded.

He leaned closer to you and pressed a soft kiss against your glistening cheek, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to how roughly he had used you earlier. His crimson eyes lingered on your face for a moment as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from your skin.

"Summon us again once you've recovered, yeah?" he murmured. "I'll wait for it."

With that, Minho finally pulled back. The air around him shimmered as his form began to dissolve, dark smoke curling around his shoulders and wings before he fully faded from the dorm room, leaving only the faint scent of something warm and otherworldly behind.

"God, I feel so full. I don't think I need to hunt for the next week," Jisung said the moment Minho fully disappeared.He wasted no time pulling you against his chest, guiding your spent body to rest on top of him. One arm wrapped securely around your back while the other stroked slowly up and down your spine. His skin was still warm, and the faint translucence around the edges of his form had mostly settled now that he was the only one left feeding on what little energy remained.

Your voice came out hoarse from all the moaning when you managed to ask him. "Are you okay?"

Jisung only chuckled, the sound low and soft against your hair. Although clearly you are the one should be asked that, he still answered.

"Of course I'm good. You gave us so much, human." His fingers kept moving gently along your back. "Minho might look dismissive, but he does like you a lot. To the point he's willing to go back first just so I could take care of you for a while."

After a few more moments of simply holding you, he carefully shifted and laid you down on your back. He propped himself up beside you.

"Here," he murmured. "I have a small gift for you."

He placed his hand flat against your lower abdomen. A mild, pleasant heat bloomed under his palm. Seconds later, a delicate mark etched itself into your skin—an elegant, dark tattoo-like symbol that settled just below your navel before the heat faded.

"There." Jisung brushed his thumb once over the new mark. "I think you know what that is, no? You can summon us again using that by channeling your energy, and we'll answer your call. That way you don't have to go through all the trouble of offerings and chanting a summoning circle. This will also protect you from any harm from other incubi that hunt. So you don't have to worry about that. And of course, only you could see it."

He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before drawing you back against his chest. His hands moved slowly and carefully—stroking your hair, rubbing gentle circles along your arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead and temple. Whenever a residual tremor ran through your body, he only held you tighter and murmured quiet reassurances, letting you rest properly after everything the two of them had put you through.

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