✶ elva 🗯 .ᐟ

yes, he enjoyed a good missionary fuck or the occasional cowgirl. it's nice, it's intimate and he loves it. BUT he cannot stop wondering what more there is to try. so one night, when you two were just laying on the couch, your head rested against the crook of his neck, just dozing away he opens up reddit. "baby," he presses a little kiss on your head and you stir, "come look at this." you turn — and are greeted with 50 positions that you HAVE to try with your partner. "what on earth is a maternity- no wait mating press?" you mumble and he shrugs. one google search later, both of your eyes were wide open. "i am....." he starts. "...intruiged." you finish his sentence. you two eye each other, smiled spreading on both of your faces before you jump up and run to the bedroom.

boyfriend!jungwon cannot stop giggling at first when you try new positions.

the first time you tried 69 mans was GIGGLING into your pussy, the position was too silly to him. "won be serious, this was your idea." you mumble, hand squeezing his cock and he moans. " sorry baby, i just keep thinking of the memes." now, you can't have this man thinking about memes when your pretty pussy hovers rights above him so without further thought you just sit down on him — no warning and his face has become your seat. and jungwon enters heaven, his nose on your clit, mouth on your precum drenched cunt and all thoughts of unseriousness GONE! and when your mouth simultaneously is in his dick, moaning around because he's absolutely devouring you and slobbering your juices (it's literally running down his chin YUM) he only gets more eager, licking away at your folds and you meet him with enthusiastic bobs of your head and tongue swirls around his dick <33

another time, the position didn't even have a name, he eventually just got incredibly creative with it. it seemed like it was his mission to bend your body and intertwine himself with you until you couldn't be untangled. your head flat on the bed, body half twisted, you couldn't even decipher where one of his legs is. his hand was, the romantic that he is, entangled with yours and you give it a slight tug. "wonie, baby, i don't know if this is working." you giggle and his head snaps up. "you're not feeling good, baby?" worry coated his voice and you melted. "no, i just can't really feel you IN me babe." his face drops and he immediately detangles himself from you "now we can't have that," he mumbles, "need you fucking filled with me." he's dead serious and it's the most hilarious thing you've seen. "you won't be laughing for long..." he mutters, sly grin on his face. that man will devote his life to get you moaning and begging.

boyfriend!jungwon who keeps a list of things to try and literally whips it out when you're about to get down and dirty lol

"wait, baby" he pants into your ear as he has you pressed against the glass window that over looks the city. exhibitionism was on the list today and he has you high up against the window, technically for the entire city to see. "let me just..." he reaches back, cock still drilling into you as he reaches for his phone. it looks absolutely ridiculous, he's absolutely destroying your insides with his tongue poking out since his face id isn't working. "there." he exclaims with joy, you feel his hand tangling your hair and a tug. the delicious sting of your pulled hair and the feeling of him deep inside you earning eager moans from you. "there we fucking go, princess. don't you just look fucking gorgeous falling apart on me." which brings me to the next point!!

boyfriend!jungwon loves to praise you and goes absolutely feral when you get more vocal at his sweet degration

it started out innocent. he simply wanted to make sure you knew how nice you feel, how much he loves you. but with more filthy positions came more swear words from him, so a "gosh you're so pretty, you feel so good for me" turned into a "you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen, sweet pussy made for my cock, look at you swallowing me. you love going dumb on my cock don't you baby?". ughhh and you whine so deliciously, head shyly turning away, which he cannot tolerate, so he grabs your face, more roughly than he anticipated but when he noticed you moaning at the feeling of his fingertips digging into the flesh of your cheek, he discovered something new about you. from that moment on he makes it his mission to make you moan a little louder than last time, adding another finger, stimulating your clit in a different way or licking and sucking away at the sweet spot on your neck :3 he especially loves making you loud in places where you SHOULDN'T be loud, he loves the thrill. getting caught is not something he wants, you're for his eyes only but it's a nice little challenge he likes to give you. because sweet girls who do well get extra sweet treatment ><

boyfriend!jungwon feels like he just committed treason when you end up not liking something new :(

turns out you don't like something and he full on stops "do you want some space?" immediately withdrawing any skin contact, "no, no won i want you, this just wasn't it for me today. maybe some other time?" you pout, guilt eating away at you. "baby, hey," he coos, hands cradling your face. "you never have to feel bad for saying no, i need you to tell me when even the slightest thing doesn't feel right for you, otherwise i don't have fun either. this is a you and me thing." leaning in, he peppers a few kisses across your cheek and nose, making you giggle. "what does my sweet girl want to do, hm? want me to eat you out so you run your pretty little head off?" at that your eyes sparkle and he grins. big hands guide you to lay flat on your back as he positions himself between your knees. soft kisses adore your inner thighs as he makes his way to your dripping hole.

boyfriend!jungwon who then made you sit down and have a chat about a safe word!

whether that is pineapple, the colour system or tapping. he doesn't care WHAT you choose as long AS you choose and use it! and when you used it for the first time he was filled with so much love and pride. you were giving him the blowjob of the century, literally he was grabbing onto the wall, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. he was so lost in the feeling that without thinking, one hand flew down to your hair as he pulled your head closer, his cock impossible deep inside your throat as he snaps his hips toward. you've had him down your throat before (he did lowkey train you) but at some point it's bound to be on much. your moans turn into mumbles as you try to mutter out your discomfort, brain turning into mush at the overstimulation :( weakly, you hit the inside of his thigh a few times, getting his attention. he immediately snaps out of it, releases your hair and slowly pulls out of you to make sure the sudden rush of air doesn't overwhelm you. and yes, he loves to see you pathetic for him, but the sight of you coughing repeatedly makes him so upset. tears fill HIS eyes as he crouches down to your level to scoop you into his arms. "i'm so sorry angel, i should've held back." he mumbles into your hair as he softly strokes it, rocking you back and forth. you manage a hum, throat still to sore to speak and he feels his heart break. he blames himself so much :(( "i'm so proud of you for using our safety methods baby, you did so so well." a thousand kisses adore your forehead. " 's okay wonie" you mumble back, sleepy from the whole experience. "i know you didn't mean to." sweet boy picks you up and carries you to the bed. he watches you drift off to sleep in his arms, checking on the outside for any bruises or scratches. only when he saw tho injuries he allows himself to drift off too, arms tightly wrapped around you and face in your neck, breathing in the smell of you he oh so loves.

boyfriend!jungwon has an obsession with squirting, as soon as he knew it was possible it has become his life mission to find the quickest way to drain all liquid from you.....

the first time it wasn't planned, really it had been quite innocent. after a long day, jungwon just couldn't wait to be inside you and forget about the world for a few hours. everyone had been pissing him off, your pussy the only remedy. one orgasm turned into two and he showed absolutely no signs of stopping. "wonie, 's too much." you lulled out, drunk on the sting of his cock nudging your insides. "i know baby, just one more" he whispered, lips brushing your ears. "i know you can do that for me, hm?" he knew that you'd do anything to make him proud, so you clutched him a little tighter and focused on the hot sensation bubbling up in your abdomen. what you didn't expect, was for him to suddenly press his thumb to your already sensitive clit, rubbing deliberate circles onto the soft bud. your back arched, chest meeting his as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder. "ngh—won! wait," you squealed. "fuckkk, baby you clench so fucking nicely around me." he groaned, lips messily meeting yours, eagerly hushing your desperate gasps and whimpers. "something—, something feels different." you gasp and before you knew it the coil in your stomach snapped and warm liquid spilled down both of your thighs. jungwon stopped all his movements, eyes focused on your pulsing pussy as you writhe around the bed. still in a haze, you looked at him with frightened eyes. "i'm so sorry..." you choked out. "don't know what happened i couldn't stop it i swear!" he still didn't say anything and you felt tears welling up in your eyes. that finally made him snap out of his own haze. "holy shit baby, you're the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen." his lips met the soft flesh of you chest as he started peppering kisses up to you neck, nipping at it slightly. "you know what you just did? i read about this." he mumbled and you shook your head. "think you just squirted baby, that's like...the biggest fucking compliment ever." your eyes meet and he almost cooed at your innocent expression, teary eyes making you look like an absolute doll. "baby, nooo, you did well, i'm not mad i'm so sorry!" he added, rolling you over so you were on top of him. "sorry my angel, i just didn't expect you to do that." he whispered, playing with a lock of your hair. "didn't know what was happening," you mumbled into his chest and he felt his heart swell. "must've been so scary for you baby, but you did so so well. you could never do anything to upset me angel, okay?" "mhm" you mumble back sleepily, the weight of your orgasm still tingling on your tired out limbs. little did you know that while you were drifting off to dreamland he was thinking how he can get you to do that again next time. oh you were in for a very fun time.

boyfriend!jungwon really really really likes mutual choking o.o

so this one was initiated by you by pure accident. jungwon had your legs bent to your chest as if they were out of jelly while drilling into your poor pussy at a brutal pace (you love it) and you tried your best to hang on to him — which happened to be his neck. you were mindlessly grabbing around, looking for any stability, and your hands instantly wrapped around his neck. without meaning to you squeezed it and jungwon let out the most delicious moan you've heard in a long time. in your fucked out state you didn't even realise what he responded to and just gave him a puzzled look. he didn't even give you a verbal answer, too shocked at the new sensation he was feeling and just put his hand over yours in his neck — only then did you realise what you did. "you like that?" you moaned out, not even seductive on purpose, but he goes wild. the hand on your hip tightened, his own hips snapping into yours even quicker. what stared out as innocent grabbing on him for stability now turned into his hand also finding your throat to keep you from being bratty. in the end it just turned both of you on even more; your brattiness and his desire to keep you in line. it was one of those moments where jungwon realised just how much you both have grown together and gotten insanely fucking freaky :p

boyfriend!jungwon found out he has an oral fixation at the same time you did you have one too.

he sort of trained it into you, without meaning. in the most innocent ways he told you to lick the batter off his finger, wipes the dripped ice cream from your chin and told you to clean it off — it had all been truly innocent! he loved the feeling of your lips on him, it had a peaceful kind of possession attached to it and an incredibly deep connection of trust!! he found his fingers slip near your lips during cuddle sessions, loving how you teasingly bite or nip at the skin. long fingers loving squished your cheeks, slipping into the warmth of your mouth. for him, he loved having his mouth ON you!! it didn't even have to be a kiss, just simply resting his lips against your skin was enough. he was the one that nibbled and licked away at your skin, loving the way you squeaked at the tickling sensation :,) eventually it would also definitely find its way into your sex life. let it be you choking the life out of him as he had you sucking on his fingers — it drove both of you INSANE! he would be eating you out for hours, juices running down your legs and when you eventually have given him the nth orgasm of the day he dips his fingers into your heat, collecting the wetness and slipping it into his mouth. seeing your hazy eyes sparkle at his gesture he repeats the action but guides your juices on his fingers to your mouth. as you now clean your own slick off his fingers, twirling you tongue around the bud of his fingertips, his lips are on you again. kissing, licking, sucking and nipping away at the soft flesh of your body. it was his way of saying that you, your trust, your love. it calmed both of you such innocent way in the end. yes you both love to get down and dirty, any position at any time but you have established such a beautiful trust between each other :(

ʟɪɴꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: innocent to freaky won has a special place in my heart, pls meet me in my bed !

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ding!

‘rough day, need you close’

that’s the drop down text that you read from your phone. simple and straight to the point, but you know it carries more weight than that.

hard days are a given for anyone, you’ve always tried to give people grace for that exact reason. however, you hold more empathy for your boyfriend. you know, him being an idol and all. you wish to help him in every way you can, and that you do.

jake comes home to find you in the kitchen, making something that he can’t be bothered to give a second glance to. he drops his belongings as soon as he makes it inside the door way, literally and figuratively leaving his stress at the door. “baby,” he calls to you as he makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, engulfing himself in you in hopes to wash away all his troubles. it actually already is doing just that.

“hi, puppy,” you say with a smile. you don’t mean in a sexual way, not necessarily. you teased him with that name ever since you seen that infamous fan cam of him, and as you seen more of his habits and qualities, it just stuck. but of course, jake made it into something more than that.

you feel him grind against you. “i missed you so much,” he groans into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent in the process. you smell like vanilla, you smell like the warmth of a small town cafè, you smell like home. it makes his head dizzy with desire.

“you smell so good,” he takes you in more, letting himself get lost in you. “god, you’re so beautiful,” his hands roam freely against you, expressing his need for you even more.

“ ‘need to be inside you,” he breathes out. “please,”

——-

you both are sat on the couch now, or more so he is. close meant close, which is your bare bodies are intertwined together, breathing all of each other in.

you don’t know how long you’ve been hugging him inside. turns out you needed this too, considering the fact that you’re lost in time by being filled by your boyfriend.

there’s something so beautiful about this. no noise. no stress. no work. just you, and him.

and it was beautiful for him too. keyword was. until only a few minutes passed and his struggles were already forgotten, making a new one form. he was very, very turned on.

it’s not his fault! how could he not be when he has you to come home to, someone so perfect and just .. right. how could he not be when he gets to have you in such an intimate way? how could he not be when you’re fluttering against him while dozing of-

“shiitt-” he sucks in a breath. he’s been doing that this whole time now, trying his best to keep his composure while you’re torturing him. he’s exactly where he wants to be.

“hm?” you respond out of your drowsy state, lifting your head from his shoulders. unfortunately for him, you kinda forgot he was inside you. so, you instinctively clench around him as your body remembers he’s there.

“ohh fuck,” he whines beneath you, fingers tightening on the plush of your thighs.

still drowsy, you haven’t got on what’s happening yet. so you, being the sweet angel of a girlfriend you are, are flushed with concern and sit up fully to look at him. clenching .. again. “baby? what’s wron-” you’re cut off by your body jolting upwards and a moan leaving jake’s lips.

“oh- shit, please,” he huffs out. he’s not really sure what he’s begging for. is it for you to stop moving so you both can cherish the domesticity of this? or is it for you to ride him into tomorrow? he finds out quickly enough.

finally catching on now, you tease him, just like you always do. so, you roll your hips ever so slightly, and he’s whimpering. you smile with a mischievous glint in your eye. “please what, puppy?” your tone condescending. “i thought you were tired,” you say, tilting your head with a fake pout. you watch as he battles himself between lust and love, (either way it's love, he’s unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you) (holy bella swan) running your hand through his somehow already disheveled brown hair.

“oh my god,” he whines, again, holding you tighter against him to behave please himself. “d-don’t tease me, baby,” he squeezes his eyes shut to keep any remaining composure he has left. “i-i’ve been- hah~ trying my best,”

you move and clench, again.

he moans and whimpers, again.

you flutter, this time involuntarily. (its jake, duh.) “thought you said you wanted to rest, jakey,” you breathe out, the situation getting to you now too.

he looks up at you like he’s ten second sclose to cumming. and then comes the rambling he does when he’s desperate for you .. which is all of the time.

“i-i know i’m sorry please move i’ll make you feel so goo-“ he cuts himself off with a loud moan as he ruts himself into you, arousal clouding his mind. you gush around him, letting out a yelp from the sudden pleasure.

“s-see? you’re so wet, baby-” he stutters. “that means you want me too, right? fuck - please move baby please ‘need you so bad, shit-” he’s full on squirming beneath you, moving his hands under your thighs to pull you impossibly closer.

you somehow manage to pretend to think about letting him have you or not, just to tease him some more. but who are you kidding, you’re whimpering yourself watching him come undone* for you, because of you. even though you were out of it, you knew he was being truthful about trying his best. you’d expect nothing less from your sweet boy.

"come on, please baby, i'll be so good, so - hhhshiiiiit..."

you ride him before he can finish his poor attempt of a sentence. for such a good boy, he really can’t shut the hell up. he’s knows you wouldn’t have it any other way though. and so do you. it’s hard not to when you ride him mercilessly each and every time he does.

“fuckkk - thank you! shit, wait b-mama slow d-own i’m gonna- ohhh i’m cumming i'm cumming i’m sor-” he cums with a moan so loud that you’re sure your neighbors hear. they’ve been memorized all his cries at this point

you continue to bounce on him, making a mess out of the warmth he spilled into you, not letting up at all.

“yeah, baby? keep ‘em coming, ‘m nowhere near done.”

with you, he really should be careful with what he wishes for. even so, he’ll never learn .. not that he’ll ever want to anyway.

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* FATAL TROUBLEEE ITS GETTING BLURRY

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His praise flows endless—“So sweet for me, baby,” he’d murmur against your clit, fingers curling inside you to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

You’ve cum on his tongue more times than you can count, always under his watchful eyes, his hands pinning your hips as he drinks you down like you’re his favorite meal.

But tonight, lying naked in his bed after another earth-shattering orgasm courtesy of his mouth, you want to return the favor.

You’ve never gone down on him before—never even tried—and the thought makes your stomach flutter with nerves.

But Jungwon’s been so patient, so giving; you crave making him feel that same wrecked bliss.

You’re both catching your breath still, the sheets twisted around both your legs, the room dim; just the bedside lamp casting a warm golden glow.

Jungwon’s propped on his elbows, chest heaving. His black sweats slung low on his hips, the outline of his hard cock straining obviously against the fabric.

His hair’s messed a bit from your fingers, lips shiny with your juices still, soft eyes tracing your flushed face.

“You okay, pretty?” he asks, voice tender, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shift closer on your knees, the mattress dipping under you, heart hammering as your hands slide up the warm fabric resting on his thighs.

“I want to… try going down on you,” you whisper, cheeks burning. “You’ve always made me feel so good. I want to make you feel that too.”

His eyes widen slightly, a pleased hum rumbling in his chest as he sits up fully now, cupping your chin to tilt your face to his. “Yeah? My good girl wants to suck my cock?”

His thumb brushes your bottom lip, gentle and possessive, a promise deep in the way he holds your gaze. “You sure, baby? We can go slow. No pressure.”

The way he pauses there, thumb lingering on you lips, his eyes drinking you in it completely melts your nerves into determination. “I’m sure,” you breathe, leaning into his touch.

He smiles leaning in to kiss you deeply, his wet tongue sliding against yours in reassurance, he pulls back just enough to murmur, “Let me see my good girl work.”

He settles against the headboard, legs spreading wide as an invitation to you, you crawl between them with his gentle hand on your nape.

Your fingers hook into his sweats, tugging down inch by inch—pausing yourself now as his cock springs free.

Thick and veined, flushed a deep angry red, curving slightly upward with a fat head beading steady pre-cum. It’s bigger than your fantasies, intimidatingly beautiful and your mouth waters despite the knot of fear developing within your chest.

You wrap a shaky hand around his base—barely circling it fully—stroking experimentally, it twitches hot and heavy in your grip.

Jungwon groans low, head tipping back for a split second before his eyes return to you. “Fuck, baby—just your hand feels perfect. Lean in slow now. Lick the tip first. Taste what you do to me.”

He pauses again, petting your hair in slow circles, voice dropping to be softer. “No pressure. Breathe for me.”

Emboldened by his praise, you lower your head, tongue darting out shyly to lap at the slit where the salty-musky essence bursts warm on your tastebuds. A tiny whine escapes you, needy, and he hums in approval, fingers threading gently through your hair.

“Good girl—such a pretty tongue. Now take the head in, suck soft like I taught you with my fingers. Relax your jaw.”

You part your lips, enveloping the tip in wet heat—suckling gently, tongue swirling the ridge tentative.

He tastes richer here, velvet over steel, and you hum experimentally, the vibration drawing a strained “Fuck—yes, pretty” from him. Pausing to glance up—checking his face and seeing those blown pupils. He nods encouragingly.

“Doing so good already. More when you’re ready—hand on the base, stroke me.”

Eager, you bob down further.

Half his length stretching your lips wide before your throat rebels, tightening sharp.

You gag wetly, eyes watering instantly as saliva floods your mouth, coughing as you pull off in panic. Drool strings from your chin to his glistening tip, cheeks burning mortified.

“S-sorry—can’t—too much—”

Instantly, Jungwon surges forward, both hands cradling your face tenderly, thumbs swiping tears from your lash’s. “Hey, baby—no, no apologies. Look at me.”

His voice is a calm anchor, soft eyes filled with nothing but pride.

“First time gagging is normal—means you’re trying so hard for me. Proud of you. Breathe deep through your nose.”

He traces your throat lightly, getting a deep breath out of you. “Throat’s tight ‘cause you’re excited—loosen it a bit. Try again but only if you want. I’m okay waiting forever for my pretty girl.”

His words are like magic and instantly your anxiety dissolves under his soft care—he pauses fully now, letting you nuzzle his thigh, peppering kisses there until you’re ready.

Minutes pass, his patient still holding before you nod, diving back slower: lips sealing around the head, tongue flat-pressing the underside of a vein, inching down with measured bobs.

You hit halfway—gagging softer this time, messy but controlled—tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, mascara smudging and faint black streaks under your eyes. Drool spills, slicking his balls as your hand twists the base, your other palm rolling his balls gently.

Jungwon is mesmerized. His breath ragged, abs flexing under the worship of your mouth, but he pauses and praises you between groans: “Fuck—halfway down, baby, throat so tight and warm. Look at you—teary eyes, messy chin—gorgeous. Perfect, yes—twist there.”

He pets your hair nonstop, never pushing your head though, hips utterly still. You lock eyes with him—pleading—and he smiles adoringly,

“My angel choking so pretty. Don’t deepthroat if it hurts—focus what feels good. You’re perfect.”

Rhythm builds all messy and wet: the slurps from you echoing, gags rhythmic now as you adapt, taking three-quarters briefly before retreating—nose barley brushing his trimmed pubes on brave tries.

Jungwon’s whines slip free despite himself—“God, baby—tongue flat there, fuck—learning so fast.”

His thighs tensing and cock throbbing heavy.

Tension is built up now, clearly visible: veins bulging, pre-cum oozing salty and flooding you which you swallow greedily.

“Baby—close,” he warns, voice strained. “Wanna swallow for me? Be my good girl?” Thumb traces your gag-reddened lips, checking in.

You pull off with a slick pop, hand flying fast to jerk him, shaking your head shyly. “Scared—don’t know if I can—too much.”

“S’perfectly fine,” he soothes you instantly. “Want me to paint your face instead? Make my pretty girl even prettier?”

Heat pools low in you at the image.

You nod, kneeling obediently with your mouth agape, tongue lolling flat and eyes teary-wide gazing up at him through smudged mascara.

Jungwon takes over, fist pumping his slick length ruthless now. “Open wide—here it comes, baby.”

Groans rip deep in him, his cock pulsing wild: first rope lashes hot across your cheekbone, second striping your nose bridge, third splattering your waiting tongue all thick-white on your red muscle. Fourth and fifth drenching your lips and chin in glossy ropes.

So messy and so his.

He milks every drop with a shuddering whine, then leans in close, eyes mesmerized by the sight of you.

“God—look at you,” he breathes, his thumb scooping a thick dollop from your cheek, bringing it to your lips. “Open.”

You part obediently, sucking his thumb clean the salty-bitter on your tongue, his gaze darkening as you swallow.

“Good girl. So gorgeous like this—my cum all over your pretty face.”

Still staring, utterly captivated by how wrecked and beautiful you are; your lips swollen and red, skin glistening with his white spurts—he grabs his phone from the nightstand quick, snapping a single photo.

Capturing you perfectly.

Your eyes widen, cheeks burning hotter as you cover your face sticky shyly. “Jungwon—nooo, delete it!”

He chuckles soft, pulling your hands down gentlely, showing you the screen—it’s a filthy work of art, you ruined and radiant.

All for him

“Just for me, baby. No one else sees my pretty girl like this. Promise.”

He kisses your forehead, then your cum-streaked lips, tasting himself with a hum.

“You’re stunning. Did so good for your first time. Love you.”

You melt into him, shy smile breaking through as he wipes you clean with a warm cloth.

He pulls you close under the sheets, cuddling you.

It wasn't like you were some kind of slut, right?

Who were you kidding? Any girl with a working pussy would drool if she stood close enough to those four men. Not just because of their looks, not just because of the sharp edges of their jawlines or the way their eyes seemed to strip people down without touching them, but because how they confidently carried themselves. Their scent. That mix of cologne and sweat that made your throat dry the second they passed by. It wasn't normal, not the way your body reacted. Not the way your thighs pressed together when you thought of them. But you kept telling yourself it was. It had to be.

Lee Heeseung, Park Jongseong, Sim Jaeyun, and Park Sunghoon. 

Four names that rang louder than any lecture in your university halls. Four names whispered in bathrooms, shouted across freedom walls, written down in anonymous confessions like some fucking campus legends. Everyone knew them. Everyone wanted them. And everyone, at least once, wondered what it would be like to be touched by them.

People pretended to sneer at their lives, at the rumors tied around them, but the truth always leaked through—envy, hunger, the kind of desperate need nobody wanted to admit out loud. Because deep down, every damn rumor about them only made them more untouchable, more godlike.

And then there was that one rumor. The one that tore through the university like wildfire.

The gangbang story.

The most scandalous, dirtiest thing anyone had ever whispered, and yet nobody could stop talking about it.

Nobody could prove it. Nobody knew if it was just a story made up by someone bored, but fuck, if it had been real... if it had been real, then you weren't sure what was worse. The fact that people called it disgusting or the fact that it made your whole body clench with jealousy.

How fucking scandalous. How fucking disgusting.

And how fucking pathetic that every time you thought about it, your chest got tight, your mouth went dry, and all you could think was: if that rumor had ever been true, if those four had ever taken a girl like that, then why the fuck wasn't it you?

"Someone caught Jake making out with a girl from Tourism!"

"Someone said Sunghoon's been fucking that sophomore from another building!"

"Have you heard that Jay is smoking at the back of the building while the TA sucks him off? Geez, what a lucky girl."

"And that cheerleader said Heeseung likes girls who can spread their legs wide!"

Your hands gripped your pen tighter, knuckles turning pale, jaw clenched as the chatter bled into your ears. Every fucking sentence was the same—different girls, different places, different dirty details—but the same four names, always the same four names. It was exhausting, it was maddening, and it was starting to chew holes into your focus.

"Stop it," you hissed finally, snapping your head up to face the group of girls clustered near the corner. "There are people here who are trying to study. Maybe try doing that instead of running your mouths about men and their sex lives. Do you have no shame?"

The table went quiet, their smirks twitching as they shared quick glances between themselves. One girl rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, but none of them pushed back. They just leaned back into their seats, whispering low but not low enough, as if they wanted you to hear every giggle, every stifled laugh.

You tried to turn back to your notes, but your pulse wouldn't settle. You're not annoyed that they were gossipping.

You were jealous.

Jealous that every rumor had someone else's name attached to it. Jealous that every filthy story, every detail, every moan that lived in their words belonged to another girl and not to you.

Fuck! It's unfair! It's so unfair! Why was it always someone else? Why did it have to be another girl they kissed, another girl they bent over, another girl who got to hear their voices from fucking?

You exhaled sharply through your nose, trying to drown it out, trying to stay steady. But every word of theirs came back to the same thing. Their dicks. Their moans. Their fucking. And all it did was remind you that you hadn't had a single taste of any of it, not even once.

Fuck it. When was it supposed to be your turn?

You tried. God, you fucking tried. You started dragging yourself to every fraternity party you caught wind of, even ones you had no business going to, all in hopes of catching just one of their eyes. You would push through sweaty bodies and strobe lights, pretending to dance, pretending to laugh, only to learn that Jay had already gotten bored and left long before you even stepped in. The disappointment would choke you, but you still kept showing up. 

Like some desperate puppy waiting for scraps.

You started waxing everything, every inch of your body, until your skin burned. You bought bottles of expensive perfume you couldn't even afford, ones that clung to your clothes and hair until it made you dizzy. You thought maybe, they liked girls who smelled clean, who looked like they had their shit together, but deep down you knew it didn't matter. Because how would they ever notice when you didn't even have the guts to open your mouth?

"Uh... do you know, like, how to talk to Heeseung?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual while your eyes betrayed you, glued to the tall figure across the library.

He was sliding books off a shelf, completely unaware of the way your whole body went tense, your throat dry, your palms slick with sweat. Even from a distance you swore you could smell him, that same maddening warmth that clung to him whenever he walked past.

Your friend blinked, eyebrows raised as though she couldn't believe the words had actually come out of your mouth. "About what? You know damn well he doesn't talk to girls in public. People only talk about how he fucks them hard and then disappears. No contact. Nothing. Ever." She scoffed, dismissing it with a wave of her hand, before her gaze sharpened on you. A smirk tugged at her lips and she let out a loud laugh that made your ears burn. "Wait. Don't tell me you're actually planning something. You think you're gonna get him to fuck you?"

Her laughter made your eye twitch. You felt her gaze scan over you, up and down, picking apart everything you were, everything you weren't. She reached over, patting your shoulder in a way that only made you feel smaller.

"It's okay to dream big," she said, lips curving into a cruel little smile, "but let me shatter that for you. He would never, okay? Hmm?"

Something in your chest snapped at her words. Anger rose, clinging to your ribs until you thought you'd choke on it. How fucking dare she? How dare she look at you like that, laugh at you like you weren't even worth a second glance? How high did she think of herself, how low did she think of you?

But you swallowed it, burying the sharpness down where no one could see. You curved your lips into a laugh that sounded almost real, almost lighthearted, even though your nails dug into your palm under the table. "Silly you," you said sweetly, tilting your head like it didn't sting, "I was just trying to interview him for sports journalism. Don't get too talkative about fucking, though. It sounds like you're reflecting your own frustrations."

You smiled brighter, watching her expression falter for just a second before she scoffed again and turned back to her notes.

You needed to think. You needed to dig deeper into yourself, to find a way, any way, because you refused to lose. You refused to accept being invisible.

Every single morning became a routine.

You would drag yourself out of bed before the sun even touched the sky, forcing your heavy eyes open as you stood in front of the mirror. You styled your hair until not a single strand was out of place, you layered makeup carefully until your reflection looked like someone worth noticing, and you scrubbed your skin until it stung, until it shone smooth under your fingertips. Your closet was picked apart daily, clothes scattered across your floor, until you found the outfit that made you feel like you could walk down the hall with your head high, like you were worth a second glance.

And every time, when the clock struck the hour you knew they would be walking down the hallway, you stood ready. Shoulders straight, steps measured, chest tight with nerves as you waited for them to pass. You tried to look effortless, confident, perfect. But it shattered you every single time when none of them looked your way. Their eyes stayed forward, their voices low between themselves, their expressions unchanged as if you were nothing more than air. Your hands would grow limp at your sides, your confidence bleeding out of you as you glanced behind your shoulder, mouth parted slightly, helplessly staring at their broad shoulders moving further and further away from you.

The frustration followed you. At night, you laid in bed with their faces behind your eyelids, your thighs pressed together until you couldn't stand it anymore.

You touched yourself with the thought of them, not just one but all four, surrounding you, using you, making you theirs in every filthy way you had imagined. You came undone to fantasies of their hands pulling your hair, their voices groaning against your ear, your body stretched thin for them, and the pleasure left you gasping, sweating, shaking in the dark. Yet as soon as it ended, as soon as your heartbeat slowed, you already hated yourself. Because no matter how hard you wanted it, morning would come again, and the cycle would repeat. You'd wake up early, fix yourself to perfection, pass them in the hallway, and watch them ignore you.

The days blurred into each other, but the whispers always found you. Another rumor spread like fire, another story about them with another girl, and it burned you alive from the inside.

You wanted to scream at how unfair it was, how humiliating it felt that you couldn't stop aching for something you might never get. Sometimes you almost laughed at yourself, at how pathetic you must have looked, stuck between jealousy and desperation, unable to let go.

"Wow, what perfume do you use? You smell so good!" Your classmate's voice cut through your thoughts one day, her hand brushing casually across your arm. "And your lotion too? Your skin feels amazing."

The touch startled you, and the question almost made you snap. "It's just Victoria's Secret," you hissed automatically, jerking your hand slightly to free yourself. But the moment you saw her surprised face, you realized what you had done, and quickly masked it with a sweet smile. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, forgive me? It's Velvet Petals. But I exfoliate with Dove first. That's probably why."

Her lips curved into a bright smile, her eyes scanning you with something almost admiring. "It's okay! You look really, really, really pretty, you know? And you're so sweet. I just hope you don't fall into the wrong hands."

The way she said it made your stomach twist. You knew exactly who she was talking about, and the mocking tone in her voice when she mentioned "wrong hands" made it worse. Those fuckboys. That's what they all called them, as if the four of them weren't the most wanted men on campus, as if everyone's mouths didn't water at the thought of being ruined by them.

You held your smile, but inside, the anger returned, pulsing hotter than before. They all thought they were above you. They all thought they could talk about them like that and laugh at you for wanting something they secretly wanted too. They were liars, hypocrites, hiding their hunger under judgment while you carried yours openly in your chest.

You pressed your lips together, leaning closer to her so your words came out soft, almost playful. "Maybe falling into the wrong hands isn't always such a bad thing."

Her eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering across her face as you sat back again, smiling politely like nothing had happened.

But in your head, the thought echoed, louder, heavier, filthier.

If those hands were theirs, you would fall gladly.

The party was dragging, the music pounding but lifeless, the people are drunk but boring. You wondered for the tenth time why you even bothered showing up.

The whole campus had been buzzing about this night, everyone whispering about how it would be wild because they would be here. But the most boring part of it all was exactly that—they weren't.

No sign of the four men everyone was expecting. And for that, you hated yourself a little. You hated that you had wasted another expensive outfit, another spritz of your favorite perfume, another hour in front of the mirror just to sit there and look pretty for nothing.

Your cheek rested lazily against your hand as you swirled the watered-down alcohol in your glass. Your eyes lingered on the girl across the room, perched on the couch, laughing with a group of guys who had crowded her like she was the crown jewel of the night. She looked so damn proud of herself, flipping her hair and soaking up their attention like it was worth something.

You almost felt bad for her—because those men? God, they were fucking ugly. The kind of guys who had nothing going for them except being loud and drunk enough to fill her space. And she was pretty, too pretty for the trash sitting beside her, too wasted to notice she could do better.

You sighed, your eyes dropping back down to your glass, watching the last pieces of ice melt into nothing. Maybe you should leave. Maybe you should give up, call it another wasted night, drag yourself back to bed where you could rot under the covers and imagine what it would feel like if the four men ever actually noticed you.

"Hi."

The single word pierced through the noise around you. Your breath caught, and you nearly threw your glass across the table. Your back went ramrod straight as you turned, your heart slamming against your ribs so hard it hurt. When your eyes landed on the figures behind you, everything inside of you went still before spiraling into chaos.

Jake. Sunghoon.

Two of them. Standing there. Talking. To you.

Your throat closed, your tongue heavy, your thoughts shattering into broken pieces as if the universe had finally played its sick joke on you. What the fuck was happening? Jake and Sunghoon—out of everyone in this crowded room—were standing in front of you, looking at you, waiting for you.

"H-Hi?" The word slipped out, so small, so shaky you almost cringed at yourself.

Jake's smile spread, his gaze running over you like he was unwrapping you with his eyes. He didn't hide the way he lingered on the pink silk dress clinging to your body or the way his eyes glinted when he caught the gems glittering delicately across your skin. The weight of his stare made your thighs press together without you even thinking about it.

"Where's your friends?" He shifted his hands casually into his pockets, flashing a smile. "I organized this party, you know. I almost felt bad seeing you sitting here alone."

You swallowed hard, the words tangling on your tongue. This was the moment you'd been waiting for, the one you had begged for, dreamed of, touched yourself over. And yet, your body betrayed you, trembling as you almost flinched under the weight of their presence.

"M-My friends a-are... uh... there." Your shaky hand lifted, pointing weakly toward the dance floor, and the second you did it you wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.

Sunghoon's low laugh broke the air. He leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes fixed on you as if he could see straight through every flimsy layer of composure you were trying to hold together. "And they exclude you? What bad friends you have."

The closeness of him made your brain dissolve. His perfume, his cologne, the sharp tang of alcohol still lingering on his lips—God, you wanted to taste it, to drown in it. He didn't even touch you, but his nearness was enough to make your body tense, your lips parting before you realized it.

"Want to join us?" Sunghoon asked smoothly.

"W-Where?" you squeaked.

"Well, we can drink outside—" Sunghoon started, but Jake cut him off with a voice that left no room for argument.

"At Heeseung's private room." His tone was steady, certain, his stare locked on you, waiting for your reaction.

For a split second, Sunghoon's eyes widened at Jake's bluntness. You caught the quick glance he shot him, an unspoken message passing between them, before his smirk slid back into place. He didn't need to argue. He didn't need to say a thing. Because the moment the words "Heeseung's private room" left Jake's mouth, your body had already betrayed you.

Your lips trembled, your voice breaking into a whisper. "Yes."

And there it was—the one word that sealed everything.

Jake's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he tilted his head ever so slightly, studying you like you had just handed yourself over. Sunghoon's grin widened, his teeth flashing as he straightened up, amusement flickering in his gaze.

"Good girl," Jake murmured under his breath.

Your chest tightened, your breath caught, and every ounce of you screamed that this was it. The moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had dreamed of, the moment you could never come back from.

And you didn't fucking care.

The door creaked open and Heeseung froze at the threshold, his tall frame stiffening instantly as his eyes landed on the scene.

Jake had one hand tangled in your hair, his cock buried between your lips, his head thrown back as he groaned through clenched teeth. Sunghoon was draped across your back, his chest pressing heavily against you, his hand pinching and rolling your nipples mercilessly while his lips brushed your skin, leaving icy trails that made you shiver.

Your body was positioned like some offering—hands and knees spread like a cat, ass swaying slightly with every thrust of Jake's hips.

"Seriously?" Heeseung's voice was carrying irritation. He shut the door, though he didn't walk away.

The noise made you whimper, muffled around Jake's cock, the vibration of your moan sending shudders up his spine. Jake gritted his teeth and hissed through a laugh, thrusting harder until the blunt head of his dick slammed against the back of your throat. He held you there with one firm grip in your hair, pushing until your nose bumped against the hard plane of his stomach. Your eyes watered, your chest heaved, but the desperation inside you drowned out every thought of resistance.

It hadn't started like this. At first, it was only drinks, games, laughter and teasing, until Jake leaned forward and suggested body shots. You hadn't even hesitated; the heat of their attention had already melted through you, and Jake had almost laughed at how quickly you had fallen into their hands.

And now, here you were, drooling and choking on his cock while Sunghoon twisted your nipples until your whole body jerked with every pinch.

"Your favorite member is here," Jake taunted, his gaze dropping down to you, then flicking toward the figure standing silently by the door. His smirk widened as he forced another thrust into your mouth. "Bro, she's been asking where the fuck you were. You took so long, she already came in her panties just from Sunghoon teasing her tits."

Heat shot through your face as the humiliation wrapped around you. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks, staining the gems near your eyes, but none of it stopped you from flattening your tongue against the base of his cock, licking every inch you could reach while your throat spasmed around him. The shame twisted into a  darker, sharper, more intoxicating feeling than you ever imagined.

This was it. This was the dream. The one you'd fucked yourself to in silence night after night, the one you had burned for. And now you were living it, choking, moaning, tears streaking your face, every filthy detail of it everything you had ever wanted.

You couldn't see Heeseung clearly from where you knelt, but you felt him. His gaze was heavy, dragging over you, making your pussy clench at nothing. You knew he was watching the way your lips stretched around Jake's cock, the way your chest heaved as Sunghoon tortured your nipples, the way you looked so fucked out and desperate already.

"The rumors about us are already spreading, and you have the guts to do this?" Heeseung's voice finally cut through with restrained anger. He stepped closer, his shoes quiet against the floor until his shadow stretched across you. You could feel his eyes on your crying, messy face, and it only made your cunt throb harder, soaking your panties.

Jake laughed through a groan, his hips grinding against your lips as his cock slid deeper. Sunghoon joined him with a low chuckle, his cold mouth pressing into your nape as his fingers tugged the straps of your dress down your shoulders. The silk slipped easily, baring your chest fully to Heeseung's view, your nipples stiff and swollen as Sunghoon's thumb and finger rolled them until you moaned around Jake's length.

"Come on," Sunghoon murmured against your ear, his voice is taunting. "You know we always love sharing." His lips traced your skin as his hand pushed your dress lower, exposing more, leaving nothing for modesty.

Heeseung's jaw tensed, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't look away. His cock stirred against his pants, hardening slowly with every sound that left you, with every pathetic little whimper muffled by Jake's cock. He watched the tears streak down your face, the way your hand lifted shakily from the floor, reaching for him.

Your fingers trembled as they hovered against his thigh, then slid higher until they brushed over the hard bulge in his pants. Your eyes lifted toward him, glassy, half-lidded, drowning in tears and lust, staring directly into his.

Heeseung exhaled sharply, his composure cracking.

And when your palm pressed firmer against him, stroking lightly through the fabric, his cock throbbed in response.

Your back arched off when Heeseung's hands moved to his belt. The sight alone was enough to make your chest tighten and your pussy throb, your body reacting with a hunger you couldn't disguise. Sunghoon caught it immediately, his laugh was low against your ear, mocking the way you looked so desperate without shame. He shifted off you, giving Heeseung room.

"Does Jay know about this?" Heeseung asked, his eyes shifting toward Jake and Sunghoon as if demanding an explanation even while his hands were already pulling at his clothes.

Jake's grin widened, still slick with your spit as he slid his cock from your mouth. "It's a surprise," he answered simply, as if that explained everything. His hand squeezed the back of your neck one last time before releasing you, and your body slumped against the mattress, chest heaving, throat raw. But before you could even recover, Heeseung's hands pressed against you, guiding your body flat onto your back, his touch so commanding you followed without question.

The world tilted when the fabric of your dress slipped from your shoulders, your body fully bared under their stares. Sunghoon leaned close again, his nose brushing your cheek as his voice dipped. "Look at those pretty eyes." His words curled into your skin, and you whimpered before turning toward him, your lips crashing into his. The kiss was messy, desperate, your mouth opening wide for him, your tongue tangling with his like you could pull the heat out of him and swallow it whole.

Jake's fingers hooked your panties and dragged them down your legs, his eyes glued to the slick mess between your thighs. The moment he saw your pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing, a growl broke from his throat.

Heeseung's response was just as guttural, his eyes narrowing as he dropped down onto his knees beside Jake, their shoulders brushing as if they were competing for the same prize. Without hesitation, they lifted your legs, spreading you shamelessly open, one of your thighs resting on each of their broad shoulders.

Sunghoon didn't let you breathe. His mouth consumed yours, his tongue pressing harder, his teeth tugging your bottom lip as his hand cradled your jaw, keeping you locked against him. You barely managed a moan into his mouth when the first hot lick dragged across your clit, the sudden sensation shooting up your spine that you tore yourself away from Sunghoon's kiss. Your eyes flew down, wide and dazed, only to meet Heeseung's sharp gaze staring up at you while his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking with deliberate, teasing pulls.

Your mouth fell open, your chest rising and falling rapidly, but you didn't dare blink. You couldn't miss the sight of his face buried between your legs, his tongue flattening against your sensitive bud and flicking so slowly it bordered on torture. Your thighs shook, trying to close, but his grip on your hips was unyielding.

"Hey," Sunghoon muttered, his fingers squeezing your chin until your eyes snapped back to him. His gaze was dark, narrowed, a flicker of jealousy twisting in it. "I was the one who found you. Give me some attention."

Your whimpers came small, but you still obeyed, your hand trembling as he guided it down between his legs. The hard ridge of his cock was burning against the fabric of his pants. The moment your palm pressed against him, your body shivered from the weight of him.

They were massive. You had heard the whispers from other girls, but no rumor had prepared you for the truth. Your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently through the fabric, and Sunghoon's lips parted, his breath catching as his hips rocked into your touch.

"Fuck," he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin as if your touch alone was enough to push him toward the edge.

And then Jake bit down on your inner thigh, hard enough to make you cry out, his tongue following the sting with a wet, sucking kiss that left your skin marked. Heeseung's lips abandoned your clit, only to press lower, his tongue flattening against your dripping entrance before slurping noisily at the wetness pooling there. The sound was obscene, messy, and you moaned louder than you ever had, the combination of Jake's teeth marking your thighs and Heeseung's mouth devouring you unraveling every last thread of composure you had.

"Shh." Sunghoon's voice was ragged as his hand pressed against your jaw again, his hips grinding into your palm while his other hand fumbled with his belt. His pants dropped down his thighs, and when he freed himself, your eyes widened, your mouth watering instantly at the sight. His cock was flushed and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum, so thick it almost made your stomach flutter with fear.

Your legs were trembling uncontrollably, but you couldn't close them, not when Jake and Heeseung had you pinned wide open, their mouths swapping positions greedily between your clit and your entrance.

Jake was hungrier, reckless with the way his tongue plunged into you, his lips sucking against your folds so loudly it drowned out even the bass from the music downstairs. You could feel him moan against you, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, his whole face buried as if he wanted to drown in your pussy.

"Say ah," Sunghoon knelt in front of you, his cock gripped tightly in his hand. You obeyed instantly, your lips falling open, your eyes wide and locked on his face.

The expression he wore was enough to make your stomach twist—his brows drawn tight, his lips parted as if he were biting back a curse, his gaze focused entirely on your mouth as though nothing else in the world existed.

"So eager," he whispered hoarsely, his cock brushing against your lips as pre-cum smeared across them. "Fuck."

Heeseung rose slowly from between your thighs, his lips and chin slick with your wetness, his chest lifting heavily with each breath. His gaze drifted down over your trembling body, then to Sunghoon's cock hovering dangerously close to your lips, before his large hands moved to your chest. The weight of his touch was deliberate, kneading the softness of your breasts, his thumbs dragging over your nipples until they tightened again under his attention.

The combination was unbearable, your body jerking at every angle, twitching against their hands and mouths as if you no longer had control over it. Sunghoon's sudden pace had your cheeks hollowing, his cock stretching your lips as he thrust with low, restrained groans.

At the same time, Heeseung's fingers twisted your nipples mercilessly, sharp flicks that sent heat rushing to your core, and Jake's tongue was buried inside you, fucking your entrance with wet, eager strokes. Each movement pulled you in a different direction, your body caught in the middle of all three of them until you felt yourself unraveling at the seams.

Your head was spinning, dizzy from the sensation. The world tilted and blurred, your muffled moans spilling out against Sunghoon's cock, your tears streaking down your cheeks. It was overwhelming, but in the best way, better than anything you had ever experienced, better than every fumbling encounter that left you aching and unsatisfied.

This was hunger given form, this was desire being fed by three men who knew exactly how to break you. Every flick of Heeseung's fingers, every thrust of Jake's tongue, every push of Sunghoon's cock made your stomach coil tighter and tighter, until the knot inside you threatened to snap.

And then it did.

You came so hard it tore a strangled cry out of your throat, your body convulsing with the force of it. The orgasm crashed into you violently, your back arching off the bed, your legs trembling as Jake's hands clamped down on your thighs to keep you open.

You almost bit down on Sunghoon from the shock of it, your mouth clenching, your throat spasming, and he pulled back with a sharp hiss, his hand replacing himself on your lips to keep you from choking. But Jake didn't stop; he didn't even pause. His tongue twisted deep inside you, lapping greedily at everything you gave him, his head moving side to side as if he wanted to drink you dry. He held you down through every wave, prolonging the orgasm until you thought your body might tear apart from how hard you were shaking.

"Fuck, ah—fuck, shit," Sunghoon cursed above you, his voice breaking into a groan. His grip tightened on your jaw as his release hit suddenly, hot ropes of cum splattering across your face in quick, forceful bursts. Some streaked down your lips, some across your cheeks, and one stray spurt landed in your eye, stinging faintly but drowned out by the overwhelming tide of pleasure still wrecking your body.

You barely processed it, too lost in the pulsing aftershocks of your orgasm and the relentless flicks of Heeseung's thumbs still torturing your nipples. The sensation was too much, every nerve in your body stretched taut as Jake's mouth sealed back over your clit, his tongue circling lazily as he wanted to drag every last drop of climax from you.

Your sobs broke into gasps, your chest rising sharply, your face sticky with Sunghoon's cum, your throat raw from the moans you couldn't stop. And still, Heeseung's eyes stayed locked on you, darkly watching you writhe.

"I need to fuck her already," Heeseung finally muttered, already standing.

Jake stopped what he was doing and glared at him, his jaw clenched. "Who the fuck said you were gonna be first? I was the one who talked to her. I was the one who had her on her knees until now." His hands went to his shirt, ripping it over his head before shoving his pants down impatiently, his irritation burning through every motion.

Sunghoon sighed, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded as he grabbed your shaky hand and wrapped it around his cock. "You two are always fighting about this shit," he muttered, ignoring the tension and letting you stroke him, his hips lifting slightly into your fist. His lashes fluttered shut as a low groan escaped him. "Fuck, that's it. Don't stop, baby. Just keep going. That's all I need."

"Fuck off," Heeseung snapped as he took a step closer. "You've both had enough time playing with her. I've been waiting, and I'm not standing here any longer."

Your eyes darted between them, your chest rising in short, desperate pulls of breath, before landing on Sunghoon again. He was still focused only on you, his hand over yours, guiding you up and down his thick cock. "Feels so fucking good," he groaned, his voice breaking, his neck exposed as his head fell back.

"That's why I get to be the first to fuck her," Jake shot back, standing tall now, his cock hard and throbbing against his stomach. His smirk was sharp, challenging. "You were late. I've been making her drip for me."

Sunghoon leaned closer to you, his breath hot against your ear, his lips brushing the corner of your jaw. "Ignore them, baby. Just focus on me." His other hand slid around your waist, tugging you closer until his lips pressed firmly against your neck. He kissed you hard, then nipped at your skin, his teeth dragging up to your jaw before biting again. You gasped at the sting, your hand stroking him faster, your wrist straining with the effort.

"Such a good girl," he moaned, his lips vibrating against your throat. His fingers slipped down your belly until they found your soaked pussy again, circling lazily around your entrance. The teasing pressure made you jolt, your moans tumbling out helplessly as he finally pushed one finger inside. Your walls clenched instantly, wrapping tight around him, and his sharp groan against your ear told you exactly how much he liked it. "So tight," he whispered, almost to himself, before sinking another finger inside.

"Sunghoon—" your voice broke, whimpering, the heat spreading too fast through your core as his hand worked inside you.

"Keep those pretty legs open for me, baby," he murmured, his lips dragging down to your shoulder, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. "Need to stretch this pussy for all of us. You want that, don't you? Want to take us all?"

Your only answer was a frantic nod, your lips trembling as your hand gripped his cock tighter, pumping him faster even as your own body shuddered from his fingers curling deep inside.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself too much, Sunghoon," Jake hissed, stepping forward. His hand shot out, pulling you roughly away from Sunghoon's grip.

You whined at the sudden loss, your body immediately protesting the absence of his fingers inside you.

"Shhh, darling," Jake cooed mockingly, wiping at your cum-stained face with his thumb before pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. His mouth was demanding, tasting, his teeth nipping at your lower lip before pulling back with a smirk. "Me and Heeseung will make you feel so fucking good. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes," you whimpered without hesitation, nodding quickly, your desperation spilling through. You turned on your hands and knees before they could even tell you, body moving on instantly because you knew. You'd heard the whispers. You knew this was how Jake liked to fuck—rough, from behind, with no mercy. "Please."

Jake's laugh was low, almost breathless as he stared at your ass. "Fuck, you don't even need to be told. So hot like this." His palm cracked against your cheek, the sting making you moan as he spread you open with his hands.

Your eyes flicked up, catching Sunghoon again—he was watching with his lip caught between his teeth, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking lazily as his gaze devoured you.

And then your eyes trailed higher, locking with Heeseung, who was standing in front of you, holding the base of his thick cock as if offering it to you. You opened your mouth instantly, ready to take him, but instead he grabbed your chin, tilting your head until you were forced to look up at him.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Jake's tip pressed against your soaked pussy, your entire body stiffening at the stretch before he even entered. His grip on your waist was bruising, anchoring you in place.

"Shit," Jake groaned under his breath, his voice breaking into a growl as he pushed in deeper. "How long has it been since you've been fucked like this? You're tight as fuck."

Your whimpers filled the air, your eyes locked on Heeseung's as he squished your cheeks between his large hand.

"Talk," Heeseung demanded, his eyes burning down into you. "Don't just sit there like a pretty little toy. Tell us what you want. Say it."

The moment he said it, Jake shoved his cock all the way inside you, the sudden fullness making your head drop forward with a cry.

"Moan louder. Scream our names. Tell us what to do to you," Heeseung ordered, pushing you to the edge as Jake's thrusts started to slam into you from behind.

"I—" you stammered through gasps, your body buckling under the rhythm. "I've been dreaming of this since first year." The confession tumbled out without filter, every word dripping with desperation.

Your honesty ripped a sound from both Jake and Sunghoon, low groans that mixed with the slick sound of your body being fucked. Heeseung's gaze hardened, his nostrils flaring as his jaw clenched. Jake's thrusts grew harsher, his hips snapping against you with punishing speed.

"W-want all of you to use me—fuck me, please!" you squealed, your voice cracking as Jake's cock found that spot inside you and hit it mercilessly.

Jake's laugh was cruel, his words spilling out between moans. "Yeah? That's why you gave in so fucking easy? Thought we'd have to drag it out of you, but you just spread those legs like the slut you are." His hand clamped down on your arms, dragging you back onto his cock as he fucked you harder, each thrust shaking your body forward.

Tears pooled again in your eyes as you shook your head weakly, your voice breaking between cries. "N-not a slut! D-don't call me that—ah, f-fuck! Jake!"

But he only thrust faster, slamming into you, groaning at how you clenched so tightly around him the harder he degraded you.

"Yeah?" Jake's voice dropped to a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Then why the fuck are you here like this? Why are you dripping on me if you're not exactly what I called you?" His thrusts grew erratic, pounding straight into the softest spot inside you, making your knees tremble, making your nails dig into the sheets until your knuckles turned white.

You couldn't even answer him at first, because the way he was fucking you made your thoughts scatter, your mouth falling open as broken sounds spilled out. But then Heeseung was on you again, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"Come on," Heeseung murmured. His thumb brushed over your trembling bottom lip before tightening his grip on your hair, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Ignore him. Tell us what you need. Use that pretty voice."

Your chest heaved, your lashes fluttering, every nerve in your body screaming for more. "Want you—" your voice cracked, "want you all to fill m-my pussy up." The words came out broken, but loud enough for all of them to hear. Your body arched as another wave of Jake's thrusts sent shocks of heat through you, and you sobbed through your moan. "G-give me your biggest load, make me your toy for tonight—ahhh!"

Your scream broke off when Jake's hand slipped down, his fingers pinching your clit hard before slapping it over and over, sharp little bursts of pain crashing into the overwhelming pleasure. The mix had your eyes rolling back into your skull, your mouth falling open as drool slipped from the corner of your lips.

"Yes! Fuck, yes!" you squealed, your voice hoarse, your body jerking helplessly as the coil in your stomach twisted tight, tighter than before. Your thighs shook violently, your legs threatening to give out beneath you if it weren't for Jake's grip anchoring you in place. Every nerve screamed release, but he didn't stop, his cock drilling into you, his fingers punishing your clit until you were certain you'd break.

"Where do you want it?" Jake grunted against your neck, his thrusts almost brutal now, each one stealing the air from your lungs. "Where do you want me to cum, huh? Say it."

Heeseung tugged your hair harder, forcing your eyes to meet his again, his dark gaze pinning you as if daring you to answer wrong. Sunghoon's low groans filled the room behind them, the sound of his fist gliding over his cock only making the moment heavier.

Your lips trembled as you tried to form the words, every part of you shaking, drowning in pleasure, drowning in them.

"Anywhere," you gasped. "In my mouth, in my face, in my body, in my pussy—just fucking cum anywhere in me!"

"Fuck!" Jake groaned. His palm came down on your clit with a sharp slap that had your legs trembling so violently, your pussy clenching down on him with merciless tightness. The shock sent your body into another wave, your scream cutting through the air as you came hard around his cock, your walls fluttering, soaking him with everything you had.

The way you pulsed around him dragged him over the edge, his hips snapping forward with reckless speed until his cock throbbed and spilled, his hot cum spilling deep inside you in thick spurts that made your stomach twist with satisfaction. The moment you felt him paint your walls, you let out a long, broken moan, almost sobbing at how good it felt, how badly you'd needed it.

Heeseung finally let go of your hair, stepping back just far enough to watch you crumble under Jake. His eyes were locked on the mess between your legs, on the sight of Jake's cock still buried in you while his cum leaked out in slow, obscene drips.

His hand slid down his abdomen until he was stroking himself openly, his jaw tight, his breathing heavy. The look in his eyes told you he was seconds away from joining, and that thought made your clit twitch with aftershocks.

Sunghoon's chest rose and fell sharply as he leaned back, still stroking his cock at a steady rhythm, his gaze locked on you. His lips parted, his breathing uneven.

Jake's body eventually stilled, his forehead damp with sweat, his chest heaving with each breath as he looked down at your trembling frame. He pulled back slowly, letting his cock slide free from your swollen pussy. The moment he did, his cum began to spill out in a steady stream, dripping down your thighs and pooling between them.

He had never finished that hard before—he knew it, and from the stunned silence, so did the others. Even Heeseung's brows had furrowed at the sight, as if he couldn't believe how much you were leaking.

Your eyes fluttered half-lidded, your lashes wet with tears and sweat, your breaths shallow and uneven. Your body was heavy, limp from the storm that had wracked you, but somewhere deep inside, you found the strength to move your fingers, twitching weakly against the sheets. You weren't done. You couldn't be. You wanted more—you needed more. Your body begged for it, trembling but eager, your pussy clenching around nothing as if calling for another cock to fill you.

You forced your eyes open again, vision blurred with sweat and tears. And then—

"You're into this shit again?"

That voice. Deep, familiar voice, it cut through everything—the ringing in your ears, the haze in your mind, the pounding of your own heart.

Your pussy clenched instantly, as if your body recognized him before your brain could, a sharp rush of need flooding through you at just the sound.

"Took you long enough, Jay," Sunghoon muttered with a crooked smile, though his hand didn't stop stroking himself.

Jake looked up too, his chest still heaving, his hand dragging across his sweaty forehead, annoyance flickering across his features. Heeseung paused mid-stroke, his gaze narrowing, his jaw flexing as his attention shifted from you to the man at the door.

And you—your throat went dry, your lips parted, your heart slamming painfully against your ribs. Jay was here. Finally!

A soft, broken whine left your lips as your body shifted toward him. Jay's eyes sharpened, his expression was unreadable as he stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him. His gaze swept over the room, over Jake still breathless, Sunghoon stroking himself lazily, Heeseung looming above you, and finally, it landed on you—sweaty, trembling, your face flushed and messy, your eyes wide and glassy as they reached for him.

He didn't move immediately. He just stood there, silent, his jaw tight, demanding the others explain without him saying a word.

But Heeseung didn't give him the chance. He gripped your legs firmly, dragging you down the bed until you were flush beneath him, your body spread and waiting. Jay's eyes narrowed as he caught the sight of your hand twitching toward him, so close yet so far, the longing in your movement almost pathetic in its honesty.

Before you could call out, Heeseung pinned your arms above your head, his fingers curling around your wrists with unrelenting strength. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear, his voice low and taunting. "No more waiting. I've already held back long enough."

And then without warning, he pushed his cock all the way into you in one brutal thrust.

Your scream ripped through the air, your body arching violently as he bottomed out, stretching you so suddenly you could hardly think. The slick of Jake's cum inside you made it easier, made it wetter, but it didn't stop the sharp, overwhelming sting of being filled again so completely, so roughly.

"Fuck—yes," Heeseung groaned, his forehead pressing briefly to your temple as he steadied himself, though his hips didn't slow. "Need to bury my dick inside this pussy before anyone else tries to stop me. If I wait another second, I'll lose my goddamn mind."

He began to pound into you without mercy, each thrust shaking your body, pushing you deeper into the mattress. The sound of it mixed with his growls and your cries until it was all one desperate rhythm. His pace was punishing, desperate, as if he needed to erase the traces Jake left behind, like he needed to make sure you remembered him the most.

Your eyes flickered open through the haze, and there's Jay.

He was still standing where he'd closed the door, but now his chest rose heavily. He was watching you, not Heeseung, not Jake or Sunghoon, but you—his gaze locked on your face, on the way your lips trembled around moans, on the way your eyes begged for him even while another man fucked you senseless.

The sight of him like that—stoic, his stare pinning you harder than Heeseung's grip ever could—made your walls spasm tight around Heeseung's cock. You couldn't move forward, couldn't reach Jay the way you wanted, Heeseung's weight pinning you down just as Jake had before. It was maddening, being fucked this hard while Jay stood so close yet untouchable.

"Look at you," Heeseung groaned, his pace ruthless, his cock battering your soaked cunt. "You're dripping, squeezing me like you never want me to leave. You love it—you fucking love it."

And he wasn't wrong.

Your mind was spiraling, torn between the brutal pleasure flooding your body and the heat of Jay's eyes locked on you.

Heeseung's hand slid up the side of your face, his fingers pressing into your cheek as he tilted your head toward him. The moment your lips brushed against his, you melted, kissing him back feverishly, moaning into his mouth as he swallowed every sound. His thrusts didn't falter, his cock dragging mercilessly against that spot inside you that had you unraveling so quickly, another orgasm barreling through your overstimulated body before you could even brace yourself. Your legs shook violently, your cries muffled by his mouth as you shattered around him again.

Jake, still hard and needy, didn't wait any longer. He stepped closer, ignoring Jay's looming silence, his cock already heavy and dripping. Sunghoon followed, stroking himself lazily, his smirk curling as he looked down at your messy face and trembling body. Heeseung adjusted his body and hold, his hand locking tightly around your waist as he slowed just enough to grind into you deliberately, rolling his hips in a way that pressed cruelly against your swollen clit and that spongy spot inside, teasing you, forcing more whimpers from your lips even as your body tried to recover.

When Jake and Sunghoon moved to either side of your head, you reacted instantly. Both your hands reached out to wrap around them, your fingers straining around their girth. A muffled moan escaped you, your eyes fluttering, as Sunghoon leaned lower, his hand sliding to your breast, kneading it roughly.

The sensation made you gasp, your lips parting, and Jake took the opportunity to rub his cock against your tongue. You sighed in bliss, your throat vibrating as you licked the tip, your saliva mixing with the sticky fluid still clinging to him from earlier. You sucked eagerly, slurping him down before switching, letting Sunghoon feel your tongue glide along the underside of his length, licking from his base to his leaking tip. All the while, Heeseung's thrusts grew sharper, pounding harder, each one jarring your body as he lost the battle with his own restraint.

"Fuck, you really wanted this, huh?" Sunghoon groaned, watching your lips wrap around him before sliding free. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you lower, feeding himself into your mouth as his hips rolled slowly, deliberately. "Moaning with three cocks on you, and enjoying every second of it."

Your eyes watered as you let him push deeper, your throat tightening, but the messy desperation in your moans proved his words right. You pulled off with a wet gasp, kissing the head of his cock, smearing saliva across it before whispering against him.

"Love your cock... so much," you breathed, your lips brushing the tip, your eyes flicking immediately past him—toward Jay. That gnawing ache inside you swelled, and before you could stop yourself, your whine tumbled out. "Is Jay not gonna join?"

The room stilled at your words.

Jake chuckled dryly, tugging your wrist tighter around his shaft before thrusting into your hand with rough, impatient strokes. "You've got three cocks already and still not enough for you?" His voice dropped lower, his pace quickening as he fucked into your fist. "Can't even handle us together, but you're begging for more. God, you're insatiable."

Heeseung growled low in his throat, his thrusts growing faster, harsher, punishing you for even speaking Jay's name. Sunghoon hissed through his teeth as your grip on him tightened, his thumb brushing your spit-slicked lips.

"S-sorry!" you squeaked, your back arching violently as the three of them claimed every inch of your body with greedy, unrelenting hands. The sensations collided into each other, overwhelming, making it impossible to tell where one touch ended and another began.

Your skin burned under their palms, every squeeze, every slap, every tug forcing your body to twitch and your chest to heave with broken sobs of pleasure.

"Focus on us, you fucking bitch," Heeseung growled, dangerous enough to make your cunt clench so tight around him that his hips stuttered. He cursed, gripping your waist harder, his cock slamming into you with renewed force, each thrust demanding your full attention, demanding that you forget everything but him, but them.

Your eyes rolled back, your lips trembling, but you couldn't stop glancing toward Jay, couldn't stop feeling that magnetic pull toward his stare.

Jake grunted, his hand tangling roughly in your hair, yanking your head toward him as his cock brushed against your lips again. "Ignore him. You hear me? He's not the one inside you right now—we are. So open your fucking mouth and focus," his cockhead smearing across your tongue before pushing in, forcing your throat to stretch around him again. The taste of him mixed with the mess already dripping down your chin, and you moaned around his length, gagging slightly when he pushed deeper, his hips jerking at the sound.

Sunghoon, never content to let the others take more than him, pressed closer, his fingers pinching your nipple until you whined. "That's right. You're ours tonight, baby. All ours."

His hand slid lower, spreading you wider for Heeseung's relentless thrusts, his fingers brushing your clit in circles that made you sob.

Your words came out slurred. "Y-yours! All yours! F-fuck—I can't—ahh, I can't take it—"

Heeseung cut you off with a growl, thrusting deeper, harder, the bed frame slamming into the wall with each movement. "Yes, you can, slut. You'll take everything I give you." Your walls clenched even tighter around him, milking his cock.

"I'm not a fucking slut!" The protest tore from your throat just as another orgasm ripped through you, your body spasming violently.

Your legs tried to slam shut against the unbearable pleasure, but Jake and Sunghoon caught them instantly, spreading you wider, keeping you open, holding you there as Heeseung continued pounding into you mercilessly. Your moan stretched high, long, broken in its desperation as tears streamed down your face.

Heeseung pulled out abruptly, your cunt fluttering around nothing, before plunging three of his fingers inside you. The sudden stretch made your entire body jolt upward, your scream breaking into sobs as he fucked his fingers into you with a brutal pace. His palm pressed hard against your clit with every thrust, his thumb flicking over the swollen bud, making your vision blur and your mind scatter.

Your body shook violently, your head thrashing from side to side, your voice rising in hysterical sobs that filled the room. "Stop! S-stop! I'm gonna—I'm go-going to pee! Stop, wait! Please, wait—!"

Your arms tried to push them off, tried to squirm free, but Jake and Sunghoon pinned you tighter, one hand on each wrist, one grip on each thigh, keeping you spread open for Heeseung's relentless assault.

Heeseung's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he kept driving into your pussy with his fingers, your slick coating his hand, dripping down his wrist, the sound of it loud and wet. His cock twitched angrily in his other hand as he stroked himself in slow pulls, groaning low in his chest. "Come on, sweetheart. Don't fight it. Let it out for us. Show us how much you need us."

Jake leaned closer, his lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fixed on the mess between your thighs. The obscene squelching filled his ears, making his cock ache again. "Fuck—listen to her pussy. She's about to—" His words cut off with a groan as his own hips rutted helplessly into the air.

Your high-pitched scream tore through the room as the dam inside you finally snapped. 

A gush of hot liquid burst from your pussy, splattering over your stomach, your thighs, the sheets beneath you, drenching Heeseung's hand and face as he ducked lower, moaning against the spray. The force of it made your ears ring, your vision blur, your body convulse helplessly.

It was humiliating, overwhelming, devastatingly good. You sobbed openly, your face slick with tears and spit, Sunghoon's cum already drying against your skin, and now your own release coating everything around you. Your body trembled uncontrollably, your legs twitching and kicking weakly until Jake and Sunghoon finally let them fall open to the side.

You curled inward, your arms wrapping protectively over your chest, your body folding small as though you could hide. But the sheets were soaked beneath you, the air heavy with the scent of sex, the room echoing with your broken cries.

"So good," Heeseung's lips parted against your soaked skin and licked at the mess you left on his face. His eyes fluttered shut, his strokes on his cock tightening, his hand gliding through the mixture of your slick and squirt.

"Get the fuck to the side. I'm going to taste it." Jake's hand already twitched toward you, greedy and impatient.

Sunghoon's laugh came rough and breathless, his chest rising and falling as he lazily stroked himself, his eyes locked on the wet ruin between your thighs. "Bro, shut the fuck up. You already had your turn. It's my turn now."

Sunghoon leaned forward, dragging his tongue over your cheek, licking at the tears that stained your skin before pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Step aside. I'm not done yet." Heeseung shoved Sunghoon out of his way, his hand already on your thigh, forcing your legs apart with a strength that made your body jolt.

"W-wait—" your voice broke, a weak sniffle escaping as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving rapidly, overstimulation already threatening to unravel you further.

The stretch of your thighs, the way Heeseung's fingers pressed into your skin, it all made you flinch with both anticipation and fear. You weren't sure if you could take more, but your body betrayed you, your cunt twitching at the thought of him filling you again.

"Dude, no fun," Sunghoon muttered, irritation coloring his tone as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, still tasting you there. His cock twitched in his fist, but he leaned back with a scowl.

"Three of you step back. You can't even take care of her." Jay's voice cut through the air, commanding, silencing all of them in an instant.

Your head turned instinctively toward him. The sound of his voice sent a violent shiver down your spine, your pussy clenching around nothing as though it had been waiting only for him. Your chest hitched, your lips parting on a desperate little whimper that you couldn't hold back. "J-Jay..."

Jake scoffed from the other side of the bed, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but the flash of annoyance in his expression didn't hide the way his chest rose faster, as if even he knew Jay's presence shifted everything. "She's fine. Don't act like you're the savior now."

Jay's gaze flicked toward him, before returning to you. He moved closer until he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at your trembling body. "She's more than fine. She's a mess. Look at her." His jaw tightened as his eyes roamed over you—your soaked thighs, your trembling legs, your chest that still rose and fell unevenly. His voice softened. "She's mine to take care of."

Heeseung growled low in his throat, clearly unwilling to back off, his body still hovering over you. "We've already broken her in. Don't come here acting like you own her now." His fingers dug into your thigh harder, spreading you wider as if to make his point.

Jay's expression didn't shift, though his eyes burned darker. "Then move. Or I'll make you."

You breathe heavily, looking at the both of them. And you—your body trembled violently, torn apart by the clash of their voices, but deep down you knew what you wanted. Your lips quivered, the words slipping out before you could stop yourself. "I... I want Jay..."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Heeseung froze above you, his eyes narrowing dangerously, while Jake let out a low laugh, though the jealousy in it was sharp. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, biting his lip as though amused but also curious to see what Jay would do.

Jay leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush your messy hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle after all the roughness you'd endured. His thumb stroked over your damp cheek, wiping at the dried tears. His gaze softened as he looked at you.

"Here I thought I was your favorite," Heeseung muttered, finally releasing the tight grip he had on your leg. Beneath the teasing, a mix of bitterness and disappointment that made your chest ache even in your haze.

Jake snorted, throwing a smirk in Heeseung's direction. "Don't flatter yourself. She probably still thinks you're her number one. She just wants another cock inside her because that's what sluts do." His words were cruel, but his retreat was obvious, stepping back from you, his chest still heaving.

Heeseung only shrugged at that, but his eyes flicked to you once more before he turned his head away.

Your lips trembled, guilt and shame mixing with the raw need still burning inside you. You tilted your head toward Jay, your voice coming out as the weakest of whispers. "D-do you want me to clean up first?" The moment the words left your mouth, your chest tightened—afraid he might flinch, afraid he might see you the same way Jake just called you.

But Jay only smiled softly, shaking his head as though the thought was absurd. "It's alright, angel."

The simple reassurance broke something in you. Your eyes stung all over again, but before the tears could spill, his mouth was already moving lower, pressing a trail of unhurried kisses along your inner thigh. Each press of his lips lingered. By the time his lips hovered just above your swollen core, his pointed nose brushing lightly over your sensitive clit, your back had already arched off the sheets in anticipation.

You gasped softly, when his tongue finally slid against you. Hot, steady, and so focused, his tongue swirled around your folds before slipping inside you, teasing your oversensitive walls with a precision that made your breath catch in your throat. The contrast to the brutal pace you'd been enduring was staggering—he wasn't just eating you out, he was savoring you.

Your hands flew instinctively to his hair, trembling fingers tangling into his dark strands as you moaned helplessly, your chest rising and falling with every wave of sensation he drew from you. "J-Jay..." His name slipped from your lips brokenly.

He hummed against your cunt at the sound, the vibration making you twitch as his tongue moved deeper, stroking places inside you that made your toes curl. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you still when your thighs tried to clamp shut around his head from the overwhelming pleasure.

Behind him, you could feel the others watching—Heeseung's silence heavy, Jake's low scoff, Sunghoon's quiet hum of approval—but all of it blurred into the background when Jay moaned against you, drinking you down.

You whimpered, tugging at his hair as your hips bucked weakly into his mouth. "S-so good... I can't, I c-can't hold it—"

Jay pulled back just enough to glance up at you, his lips glistening with your slick, his eyes dark but soft. "Then don't. Let go for me, angel. Just me."

And with that, he dipped his head again, his tongue flicking against your clit with quick, precise strokes while his fingers slid inside you, curling expertly until you were screaming, until your body was trembling so hard you thought it might break apart.

Jay let go of your trembling body, his lips brushing once more against your temple before he finally shifted back. The bed dipped under his weight as he knelt at the edge, the leather of his belt creaking faintly as his fingers tugged at the buckle.

You knew the night had only just begun, but here in this room it already felt like you had been devoured whole, like there was no way out.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" Jay's voice broke through, deceptively calm, his palm gliding down the curve of your thigh, rubbing in a slow rhythm as if coaxing you into trust.

Your lashes fluttered, your chest seizing as though his words had cut the air straight out of your lungs. "H-Huh?" Your voice cracked, eyes wide, searching his expression for some sign of softness that might match the way he'd just held you.

From your left, Jake let out a muffled laugh, the sound harsh against the fragile silence that followed your confusion.

Jay's hand didn't falter. He pressed a little higher on your thigh, the pads of his fingers stroking, teasing, until finally one circled lower, grazing a place that had never been touched this way before.

His tone was as gentle as before, almost sickeningly so. "I asked," he repeated slowly, "have you ever been fucked in your ass, angel?"

The tip of his finger brushed against your rim and you gasped, the breath caught sharp in your throat as heat and panic flared all at once. Your body jolted, betraying you. You couldn't even find the words, your head turning automatically toward the other three. Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon—all three watching you intently, not a single one offering you an escape.

You shook your head quickly, shame coloring your cheeks as your voice finally stumbled out. "N-No..."

Jay's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "On your arms and knees, then. I'll be gentle with you."

The smile was soft, but you could already feel the deception in it. You should've known by now—Jay only looked gentle when he wanted you to obey.

Your tears hadn't even dried when you felt his finger pressing more firmly at your rim, the tight, foreign intrusion making your body stiffen. The burn was immediate, sharp, a sensation your body didn't know how to handle. He twisted his finger slowly, deliberately, and the stretch made you whimper, your hands clawing desperately at the sheets.

"C-can't take it," you cried, shaking your head, your vision blurring again. Your body writhed under him, desperate for someone—anyone—to stop him.

"Hurts, Sunghoon. It hurts!" Your arm reached blindly for him, searching for comfort.

And Sunghoon leaned in instantly, catching your reaching hand, his lips brushing your temple in mock sympathy. "Shh," he cooed, the sound almost tender if not for the wicked edge beneath it. "I thought you were a good girl? You've been dreaming about us for so long, haven't you? This is what you wanted."

Your sobs shook your chest, but your body betrayed you again—clenching around Jay's finger, trembling from every deliberate twist.

On your other side, Heeseung moved closer, crouching low until his chest brushed against your arm. He caught your free hand and guided it toward him, pressing your palm around his cock.  "Come on, baby. Use those hands. Don't just cry. Make yourself useful while Jay breaks you in."

Jay's finger pushed deeper, the slow stretch pulling another ragged sob from your throat. He watched you closely, his jaw tight, his cock already heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily. His lips curved again, "relax, angel. Breathe. I'll make it hurt less if you beg me properly."

When Jay finally pulled his finger free, your body sagged in relief—but it was short-lived. The sharp tear of foil reached your ears, and your stomach flipped as the sound registered. You forced your head to lift, desperate to see him, but Sunghoon's hand kept you locked in place, his grip so firm on your hair that you couldn't move. He angled you down toward Heeseung's cock again, your mouth spreading open around him until you gagged.

You heard the faint snap of latex as Jay rolled the condom down his thick length, the squirt of lube slicking the air before his fist wrapped around himself, stroking with slow pumps. You tried to tilt your head to catch a glimpse, but Sunghoon tugged hard, forcing you to choke around Heeseung's cock. Your throat tightened painfully as you coughed against the intrusion.

"Hmp—!" Your cry was muffled, spilling against Heeseung's cock as Jay pressed forward. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your rim, stretching you in ways you weren't prepared for.

Jay's groan vibrated through the room, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you wider, making you tremble as the burn ignited again.

Your throat was stuffed with Heeseung's cock, and every shallow thrust into your mouth came with another humiliating gulp, gulp, gulp. Each noise mingled with Jay's ragged breathing as he sank himself slowly into your ass.

By the time his cock buried itself halfway, your hands had flown to Heeseung's thighs in desperation, nails scratching down his skin as your throat tried to adjust. Heeseung hissed sharply at the sting, then abruptly pulled out, your mouth gasping for air as you coughed and sobbed.

"Bitch," he spat, slapping your cheek with enough force to sting. Your head tilted from the impact, tears spilling harder as you whimpered against the mattress, your body trembling uncontrollably.

The sound of the slap cracked through the room—and the shift in the air was instant. Jay froze, his dark eyes snapping up, his jaw tight. Slowly, he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his cock still halfway inside your ass as he fixed his glare on Heeseung.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?"

"She fucking scratched me—" Heeseung started.

Jay's glare sharpened, cutting him off. His hand curled around your hip, steadying you as he leaned closer until his lips brushed your ear, his words meant for both you and Heeseung. "Apologize. To her. Now."

Heeseung's jaw flexed, annoyance flashing in his eyes, but under Jay's burning stare, he finally muttered, "...Sorry."

You sniffled, your face pressed to the sheets, too shaken to respond. Jay's grip on your hip softened just enough for his thumb to caress you. "You okay, hmm?"

You swallowed hard, unable to find your voice, and forced yourself to nod against the sheets. Your chest rose and fell in shuddering waves, but you needed him to believe you could take it.

Jay hummed softly, almost like praise. "That's it. Breathe for me, angel. Let me in. Don't hold back." His hips pressed forward again. The intrusion stretched you open slowly, your body fighting to keep up with his size. The burn sharpened into an unbearable sting, and you screamed into the mattress, toes curling tight against the sheets as you struggled not to collapse.

Sunghoon's hand smoothed over your hair, patting your head with a tenderness, so comforting that make you whimper. "Good girl," he whispered, as though you needed his approval just to keep breathing.

Then Heeseung moved closer, his hand sliding between your thighs to press against your soaked pussy.

"Sorry, baby." His palm cupped you carefully, you flinched at first, but when he leaned in, his lips closing over your nipple, sucking hard, the sharp edge of pain dulled under a rush of pleasure. The shift made your back arch violently, the cry that tore from you high and desperate.

"Ahh! F-fuck!" you screamed, voice cracking, torn between pain and bliss.

Jay grunted at the way your body squeezed around him, his hand wrapping tightly around your arm to pull it back behind you like a lever. His other hand gripped your shoulder firmly, anchoring you while his hips snapped forward with force. Each thrust sent a wet smack echoing through the room, skin colliding with a punishing rhythm.

Heeseung groaned against your chest, his tongue flicking over your nipple as his fingers pressed harder into your clit, rubbing circles that sent shocks of sensation racing through your trembling body. The mixture of Jay's brutal thrusts and Heeseung's eager mouth had you thrashing.

You never thought being filled that way could drag such a storm out of you. The sting that had first made you sob now twisted into something overwhelming, a blend of fire and honey that made your body betray you with every clench. Each thrust blurred the line between pain and euphoria until you couldn't separate one from the other, only the dizzy rush that kept forcing cries from your throat.

At some point, you lost track of who was where.

You were a doll passed between them, shifted and handled, your body too pliant to resist, too consumed by sensation to understand the movement until it was already happening.

When Jay lifted you with an arm hooked under your ribs, carrying your trembling weight as though you were light as air, your limbs hung loose, hair falling forward like a curtain, your head lolling against his chest. The world was hazy, sound muffled except for their voices and the unrelenting rhythm of flesh against flesh.

You moaned uncontrollably, the sound spilling out of you even before Sunghoon pushed inside your swollen pussy. He didn't wait, he didn't tease—he slid in deep, and the stretch dragged another cry out of your throat.

Jake positioned himself over you, his hands squeezing your tits roughly, pressing them together around the length of his cock. He thrusted between them with a feral need, groaning at the slick heat as he forced you to keep your trembling arms raised so you couldn't rest, so none of them were ignored.

Your muscles screamed, the burn in your shoulders mixing with the fire between your legs. Yet the harder it became to hold on, the more your moans broke apart into helpless sobs.

"Shit! So fucking good!" Sunghoon moaned, usually he was silent, the one who held back while the others filled the air, but now his restraint had shattered. His moans came rough and guttural, pulled from his chest with every thrust, his expression twisting into something close to pure bliss. Each time his hips met yours, the sound that tore from his throat was louder, rawer, until you realized he was trembling too—losing himself in you just as much as you were unraveling under him.

Your vision blurred at the edges, tears clinging to your lashes, the ringing in your ears drowning out everything but their voices and the wet sounds of bodies colliding. Orgasms tore through you one after another, piling so fast you couldn't separate them anymore. You were trapped in the spiral of it, begging without thought, "Y-yes, fuck, yes—I can't stop—I need it—please, don't stop!"

Your body betrayed you completely, arching up even as you wanted to collapse. The adhesive gems clinging to your eyelids sparkled faintly under the light, miraculously still in place as your eyes rolled back, your tongue slipping free from your mouth with no strength left to hold it in. You were a mess, unrecognizable even to yourself, but they devoured every second of it.

Jake groaned low in his chest as his cock pulsed, spilling over your tits, hot ropes covering your skin until you were painted in him. He slapped your chest once more, watching it smear across your breasts before stumbling back, his body giving out as he dropped onto the mattress, panting heavily, drained but satisfied.

The moment you were freed from him, your lips were claimed again. Heeseung and Jay's mouths fought for space against yours, kissing you with different kinds of urgency—Jay deep and consuming, Heeseung sharp and demanding. Their lips pulled moans out of you you didn't even know you had left, your eyes shut tight as your mouth parted helplessly between them.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon's cock dragged deeper inside you, angling until it brushed that spot that made your whole body spasm. The rhythm of his thrusts grew steadier, more desperate, his hips slamming into you with a pace that made your chest heave and your breath hitch against the mouths kissing yours. He was unrelenting, he couldn't stop himself, your body had unlocked something in him he never wanted to let go of.

Sunghoon's control shattered first. His jaw clenched, veins standing out along his neck as he pushed deeper, his movements rough and unsteady, every thrust dragging a desperate sound from him. His eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back, a moan ripping from his throat as his stomach tightened, the pleasure consuming him faster than he could handle. He bit down on his lip, but it wasn't enough to stifle the way his body shook while his cock throbbed violently inside you.

You felt the hot flood of his release filling you in long, uncontrollable spurts. It spread thick through your core, making your walls clench tighter as though your body wanted to keep him there, to hold every drop.

The sensation was so overwhelming that your back arched high into Jay's chest. He caught you easily, his large hand spreading over your breast and kneading. His lips swallowed your broken moans, his tongue sliding deep until you whimpered against him, unable to keep up.

Your hips jerked when Sunghoon finally spilled the last of his release, the force of it pushing some of his cum to seep out around his cock. He slumped forward, chest heaving, but his grip on your waist betrayed his reluctance to leave you. He wanted to stay buried, to keep claiming you—but his body gave out, and with a low groan he pulled free, his length glistening as it slid from your swollen cunt.

The loss of him left you trembling, and before you could even breathe, Heeseung was already there. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting your slick folds without hesitation. He rubbed over your swollen clit in tight circles, faster, sharper, and your lips tore away from Jay's kiss to scream, your cry echoing through the room as a new wave of sensation tore through you.

Sunghoon's cum was still dripping from your pussy when Heeseung's fingers slapped against your sensitive clit. The sharp sting made your hips spasm, jerking upward uncontrollably, the sound of the wet slap filling the room. Your thighs shook, but Jay's hand on your chest kept you pressed firmly against him, forcing you to take it all.

"So fucking hot," Jay groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down just enough to leave a mark. He soothed the bite with his tongue before sucking at the spot, leaving his claim branded into your skin while you cried softly beneath him.

"Come on," Heeseung coaxed. He gave your clit another sharp slap that made you gasp, your entire body twitching. "Breathe. Deep. You've still got two cocks waiting for you."

Your body was trembling, the exhaustion in your muscles fighting against the need clawing through your veins. Every part of you screamed for a pause, a moment of stillness, but your lips betrayed you, spilling soft, broken words into the heated air.

"...cock... want more..." you whispered, not even sure if you meant to say it out loud, but the second it left your mouth, they moved.

They shifted you onto Heeseung first, his broad chest rising under your palms as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your thighs burned as you straddled him, but you couldn't stop yourself from lowering down, grinding until his thick tip slid past your folds, the friction making your entire body quiver.

Heeseung's eyes darkened immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he guided you, feeling the way your heat stretched around him.

Jay stood behind you, his movements methodical as he tore open another condom with his teeth. He rolled the latex down over his length with one hand, the other already spreading over your lower back, holding you steady. His touch was careful, deceptively gentle, even as you felt the blunt press of his cock teasing your other entrance.

The stretch made you scream, your head snapping back to his shoulder as his cock slowly pushed inside your ass. Your tits arched forward, bouncing in Heeseung's face, and he groaned like he was seeing heaven itself, his mouth immediately latching onto one nipple. His tongue flicked hard before he began sucking greedily, moaning against your skin, drowning himself in the taste of you might keep him from unraveling completely.

He told himself not to get attached, not to think beyond the raw act of it but as he looked up, catching the sight of your face twisted with both pain and euphoria, your lashes damp with tears, your lips parted, your flushed cheeks glowing, he was gone. So fucking pretty, too pretty for this. His chest tightened, his teeth sinking into his lip, half-lidded eyes watching you lose yourself while he thrust up into you.

"Ahh—fuck! S-so good! Feels so good!" you sobbed, your voice breaking as both of them found their rhythm inside you.

Jay's arm slid tighter around your middle, pulling you back against him, while his other hand anchored hard on your shoulder.

Each drive of his hips made your body lurch forward, and every time he withdrew, Heeseung thrust upward to meet you, their cocks colliding through the thin barrier inside you. The pressure was relentless, unbearable yet addicting. You felt so full, so completely wrecked, yet you didn't want them to stop.

Your head fell back against Jay's shoulder, your throat exposed, your lips trembling as the sounds poured out of you unrestrained. His gaze locked onto you, never wavering, watching every twitch of your brows, every flutter of your lashes, every blissful break in your voice.

His stomach coiled tight when he saw you smile through your moans, blissful grin that said you were floating in a haze beyond reason.

And then—when you let out a delirious laugh, drunk on cock and pleasure—both he and Heeseung nearly lost control.

"Shit... fuck, look at her," Heeseung moaned against your chest, thrusts erratic as your pussy clenched harder, milking him. His thumb found your clit again, circling with ruthless precision, making your hips twitch violently in their hold.

"Fucking cockdrunk," Jake muttered from the side, his voice strained, his hand already wrapped tight around his cock as he stroked himself, eyes devouring the sight of you stuffed full between Jay and Heeseung.

"Unbelievable..." Sunghoon hissed, though his body betrayed his words as his cock hardened again at the sight. His chest rose sharply, his jaw tightening as his eyes burned into you, unable to look away.

And you—you were flying. Your entire body trembled, sweat dripping down your back, every nerve set alight as two cocks pounded into you in perfect rhythm, stretching you in ways you never thought you could handle. You weren't just moaning anymore—you were laughing, delirious, euphoric, because nothing had ever felt this good. The world outside didn't exist. There was only this. Only them. Only the way your body sang under their hands, under their cocks.

You were living your best fucking life, and in that moment, you knew you never wanted it to end.

"Shit—I'm gonna cum," Heeseung groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his thrusts grew uneven. You couldn't help yourself, couldn't stop your body from pushing back onto his cock, greedy for every last inch.

"Need it—please, I need you to cum inside me—don't hold back," you moaned.

Jay tightened his bicep around your throat, dragging you flush against him as his lips pressed against your temple. "Take it, angel. Take all of him."

The heat in your chest exploded when Heeseung moaned loud and emptied inside you. The sound of his voice made your heart lurch even as your own orgasm tore through you again. Your walls clenched so violently that his cock twitched helplessly, spilling thicker and thicker ropes of cum until you could feel the weight of it stretching your stomach. The mess spilled from the corners of your folds, warm streams dripping down your thighs.

But before the haze could settle, Jay's voice cut through. "Pull out, Heeseung. It's my turn—I want to cum in her too." His arm around your throat tightened, pulling you higher onto him, your back arching as his cock slid free from your ass, still painfully hard.

Heeseung hesitated, his chest heaving, his eyes narrowing like he didn't want to let go of the heat he'd buried himself in. He gave a sharp exhale of frustration but finally withdrew, his cock wet and shining as he let you slip from him.

Jay didn't waste a second. He yanked off the condom, tossing it carelessly aside, then pushed his length inside your pussy still dripping with Heeseung's load. The stretch burned, but the mix of fluids made him slide in effortlessly, and the sensation had your toes curling instantly.

"Fuck—fuck, she's so wet," Jay groaned, his forehead pressing against the side of your head. His pace was punishing, his hips snapping against your ass as his hand gripped your hip to anchor himself.

"Can't hold it—gonna fill you—"

The moment he buried himself deep, his body stiffened, and he spilled hot inside you. His growl vibrated against your ear, the sound of his release mixing with your own helpless moans. You could feel it, the pulse of his cock as he filled you so completely that the mix of him and Heeseung spilled back out, dripping into a sticky mess beneath you.

It took a long moment before they both released you, your body sagging limp between them. You barely had the strength to move when Jake stepped forward, his hand already pumping his length with urgency, his eyes locked on your face. Sunghoon moved with him, their cocks standing tall, both of them crowding your view as you were laid down on your back.

"Open up, baby," Jake ordered.

Your lips parted, tongue falling out on instinct, the salty taste of precum already smearing across it as they fisted themselves harder. Their groans overlapped as thick spurts painted your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, dripping down your neck and into your hair. You swallowed what you could, eyes rolling back at the sheer dirtiness of it, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

You stared blankly at the ceiling, vision hazy, ears ringing so loud it felt like you were underwater. Your head was spinning, the room tilting, but your body was already being turned again.

Your limbs flopped uselessly as Jake forced his cock back to hardness, guiding himself to your ass, while Heeseung gripped your legs wide, holding you open as though your exhaustion didn't matter.

One by one, they took their turns again, each of them sliding into your abused body, spilling more inside until it felt like there wasn't any part of you left untouched. Your mind was gone, floating somewhere else, your mouth hanging open without sound, and still, they didn't stop.

The last thing you remembered was Sunghoon's icy hands spreading your folds, his voice low with awe as he stared at the mess dripping from your swollen used pussy—thick white streams still spurting.

And then you passed out, swallowed by the overwhelming haze of pleasure and exhaustion, your body twitching even in unconsciousness, your mind lost in the aftershocks of everything they had done.

You woke with a body that felt heavier than stone, every inch aching. The room was quiet except for the soft snores surrounding you.

You shivered, realizing the air was cold against your damp hair and clammy skin, only to notice the weight of arms draped over you—two different hands anchoring you in place. One was around your waist, pulling you back into a solid chest, the other rested lazily on your hip.

You blinked hard, trying to gather yourself, and only then did you notice you were clothed, though barely. Someone had slipped a shirt over you, but it was hiked up high, baring most of your thighs. Heart pounding, you tilted your head, your breath catching when you saw Jay's face so close to yours. His features were peaceful, his brows relaxed, lips parted just slightly as a soft groan escaped him. Even in sleep, he pulled you tighter into his chest.

"What the fuck..." you whispered under your breath, pulse racing as heat rushed to your cheeks.

Your gaze dropped lower and froze. Sunghoon's head rested against your chest, lips slack and still attached to your nipple. His hand was curled around your waist too, fingers twitching. The memory of his face twisted in pleasure, his voice breaking with moans, hit you so hard that your thighs clenched instinctively.

You stifled a sound, your whole face burning.

Carefully, with your fingers trembling, you began to pry their hands off one by one, moving Jay's arm and slipping Sunghoon's hand back over his own body. It felt like sneaking out of something you weren't supposed to survive. But before you could breathe in relief, your eyes darted downward—and you almost screamed.

At the foot of the bed, sprawled across like he owned the space, was Jake. His cheek was pressed into the mattress, lips parted as he breathed heavily, his bare chest rising and falling. He looked so soft like this, so far from the rough, taunting voice that had wrecked you just hours ago.

Your stomach flipped.

"What the hell..." you whispered again, a little louder this time, biting your lip as panic swirled in your chest. You couldn't stay here. Not with the memories flashing in your head.

Ignoring the deep ache in your thighs and the heaviness weighing down your limbs, you tiptoed around them, snatching your heels and dress from the table. The sound of the zipper sliding into place echoed too loudly in your ears as you tried to dress as quietly as possible.

When you finally slipped out and pulled the door shut behind you, you pressed your back against it, exhaling sharply. Relief barely lasted a second before you froze again.

Someone was sitting in the living room.

Heeseung was perched on the couch, phone in hand, his tall frame hunched slightly forward. The glow of the screen lit his sharp features, but the second the door clicked shut, his head snapped up. His eyes widened as if he hadn't expected you to actually walk out. In a blur, he was standing, pocketing his phone.

"Hey," his voice came out softer than you remembered.

Your whole body stiffened, eyes wide, your pulse hammering in your throat. The room was quiet but the weight of his presence filled it, and you could feel your heart fluttering in panic—or maybe dangerously close to longing.

"It's just five-thirty," he said, glancing briefly at the window where the faintest gray of dawn was creeping in. "We finished at four. Are you... already leaving?"

Your throat was dry. Fuck. He was talking to you. Just standing there, bare-faced and raw from the night before, his voice carrying none of the arrogance it once did. You wanted to respond, but your mouth betrayed you, stuck in silence. You could only stare at him, your gaze trembling before you forced it away, too shy, too ashamed, too overwhelmed.

Heeseung shifted his weight, his Adam's apple bobbing as though he was working up the nerve. Then, in a tone that was almost uncertain, he asked, "Were we too rough?"

You blinked up at him, startled.

"I..." you started, but the words stuck.

His jaw tightened, eyes flickering before he let out a low sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous gesture that didn't fit the man who had held you down hours earlier. His voice dropped lower, rough with regret. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you like that. I just... I got carried away."

The sincerity in his tone, the way his eyes searched yours like he needed you to believe him, made your chest ache. You didn't trust yourself to speak, your throat felt raw, so you simply nodded, awkward and small, hoping it was enough.

"I—I... uh... shit." Heeseung's voice faltered.

He was fumbling, caught off guard by the weight of his own thoughts. For the first time, he seemed unsure.

Heeseung had always respected the girls they brought into this kind of mess, but responsibility was something he usually left to Jay, who carried gentleness. Yet with you, the urge was different. It was tugging at him in a way he couldn't ignore, and it unsettled him more than he'd ever admit.

His tongue darted over his lips, his brows knitting together as he shifted closer, still cautious of your fragile state. "Do you... want to leave? I—uh—I can get my car, or call someone, or—wait." He cut himself off, unsure what offer would make sense, what you even needed from him right now.

You shook your head quickly, your hands clinging to your heels. Your voice came out almost too small to hear, but you forced the words past your lips. "T-thank you. I-I can manage myself. Th-thank you... so much."

It was rushed, shaky, like you needed to get it out before your voice betrayed the truth of how fragile you felt. Without waiting for his response, you turned away, your bare feet carrying you in tiny, stumbling steps toward the door. Each step hurt, your body reminding you of everything from last night, but you pressed forward anyway, desperate to escape the heaviness in the room.

"Wait—what's your—" Heeseung started, his hand twitching forward as if he could reach you. But the words fell flat, caught in his throat, and he stopped himself before finishing. His lips pressed together in frustration, a quiet curse slipping under his breath. His eyes followed the curve of your back, the fragile sway of your shoulders, the sound of your unsteady footsteps echoing.

"...number."

The word left him softer than a whisper, too late, almost swallowed by the empty space you left behind.

He stood there for a long moment, staring at the door you'd just disappeared through, torn between running after you and letting you go. His jaw clenched, his hand raking through his hair as he sank back down onto the couch.

He couldn't shake the image of you—the way your eyes had rolled back in bliss, the way you had laughed in the middle of it all, the way you looked at him now as if you wanted to disappear.

And Heeseung felt a kind of defeat that left his chest heavy. First, he was pissed that Jay, of all people, had managed to pull your attention more than once that night. Second, he hadn't even gotten the chance to really enjoy you the way he wanted, not fully, not the way that would have been enough. And third—worst of all—he didn't even know your full name, or what department you were in, or anything beyond that single night where you'd let yourself unravel in his arms and under his hands.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand over his face, frustrated at the gnawing ache in his chest. You were too pretty, too delicate, too intoxicating, and it infuriated him that Sunghoon and Jake had gotten their way with you first, splitting you open before he ever had the chance to claim you for himself. The thought of them having your "first" and sharing you so easily left a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted you whole, wanted you alone, wanted more than the scraps of a night shared with three others.

Heeseung realized this wasn't just another nameless, faceless memory to throw away. He didn't want this to be the last time. He wanted more of you—your laugh, your trembling voice, your warmth pressed against him. The only thing he had left was the trace of your scent, still lingering faintly on his skin and in the air, that floral sweetness that he couldn't shake no matter how many showers he took. It drove him mad.

"Hey, I tried your perfume and it doesn't smell nearly as nice on me as it does on you." 

Your classmate pouted, watching you rub lotion into your arms after swim class. Her tone was playful, but her eyes lingered longer than usual, narrowing slightly at the fading bruises that scattered along your thighs.

"—Wait, are you okay? What's with all these marks?" she asked, her voice shifting, curious but edged with concern as her gaze dropped to your legs, then caught on your wrist where faint discoloration still traced your skin.

You forced a small smile, your hands moving carefully as though the weight of her stare could dig deeper into your body. "Anemia," you said lightly. "You know how it gets sometimes."

She frowned, unconvinced, but didn't press further. You focused on squeezing another bit of lotion into your palm, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. The bottle was nearly empty, and you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should buy another or try something different.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since your body had been pushed to its limit, since you had let yourself fall apart in the arms, mouths, and cocks of four men who you never should have gotten tangled with.

As much as it thrilled you to remember, you knew it wasn't something you could ever share. Not with your classmates, not with anyone. This was yours alone.

And so, you smiled at your friend, pretending everything was normal, while inside, you cherished the memory of a night you swore you'd never tell.

You tied your damp hair back, the strands clinging to your neck as you tugged on a sweatshirt and shorts. A light mist of perfume lingered as you sprayed your wrists, your throat, the curve of your shoulder, even down your spine as though you could drown yourself in that sweet comfort.

"God, you smell so good again," your friend whined, fanning herself dramatically. You only chuckled and brushed her off, slipping your bag onto your shoulder before following the group.

The conversation turned quickly, as it always seemed to these days.

"How come those fuckboys keep throwing parties and we never hear a word after? It's like magic," one girl scoffed, and the others broke into agreement, voices overlapping with laughter.

"Right? I swear they must be fucking someone every time," another chimed in, clapping her hands for emphasis. "No way they're just drinking. But no one ever talks. Like—ever."

Their voices carried ahead of you while you trailed behind, smiling faintly, shaking your head as if their words were just another baseless rumor. Inside, though, your chest tightened. If only they knew. If only they could imagine half of what had happened that night. But you weren't about to let them. You had no intention of ever telling a single soul.

That night was a secret carved into you, and the four of them had reputations built on silence—no communication, no strings, no trace.

You sighed, crouching down to fix your shoelace, the chatter of your classmates fading as they moved further down the hall. One of them called your name over their shoulder, urging you to hurry, but before you could respond, the sound of measured steps came closer. A shadow cut across the floor in front of you.

You froze.

Slowly, your gaze lifted from the shoes planted right in front of you. And your heart stopped.

"Found you," a low voice drawled, threaded with satisfaction, almost a taunt.

Gasps erupted behind you, your classmates halting in their tracks.

Your eyes widened. Heeseung was really there, standing over you in broad daylight, surrounded by people, breaking his own rules without hesitation. You couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

Then, without warning, he crouched down in front of you. The tall, untouchable Heeseung—the one who ignored every girl who chased after him, who made it clear he wanted nothing to do with messy attention—was kneeling, his long fingers brushing over your loose shoelace.

"I had a hard time finding you," he muttered, not loud enough for anyone but you to hear. His tone was casual, but his jaw was tight, his movements sharp with frustration as he tied the knot in one clean motion. "It really pissed me off, you know?"

Your throat went dry. Heat crawled up your neck, spreading across your face until you felt the tips of your ears burn.

Why? Why was he here? Why was he talking to you? This wasn't the Heeseung everyone else knew. He never lowered himself like this—not in front of everyone, not where people could see. He shut girls down without a glance, his cold indifference the very thing that made them chase harder. Yet here he was, focused on you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.

Around you, your classmates whispered furiously, unable to hide their shock. Some covered their mouths, others exchanged wide-eyed looks, but no one dared step closer.

"Can we talk?" His voice was steady, but softer than you expected, almost coaxing.

When you finally dared to look at him, his eyes caught yours. They weren't the eyes of the cold, untouchable Heeseung everyone claimed to know. No, they were gentle, wide, almost disarming, like he was looking through you and not just at you. He smiled—small, sweet, almost shy—and your lips trembled against the sudden wave of nerves.

"H-Huh?" Your voice cracked embarrassingly.

Before you could gather yourself, he reached forward and plucked your bag from your shoulder. His hand found yours in the same motion, his long fingers curling around your palm. The contact made your knees weaken, a sharp rush of heat flooding your chest.

Heeseung was holding your hand. Heeseung, who never even let girls close enough to breathe the same air without brushing them off, was lacing his fingers with yours in front of everyone!

"Let's get out of here first, hmm?" His tone carried a teasing lilt, but his grip on your hand was firm.

You could hardly process as he tugged you gently in the opposite direction, away from your frozen classmates whose whispers grew louder. Each step with him felt surreal, like walking straight into a dream you weren't ready for but couldn't pull away from.

Then, as if to seal the knot of heaviness swirling in your chest, his head tilted close, his breath warm against your ear.

"It's now my turn to have you all to myself."

What he didn't expect, was that he'd end up enjoying as much as you, if not more.

Hands roaming all over your thighs and hips, fingers digging into your plush skin and dragging you down on his tongue like his life depends on it, Heeseung cannot stop the whimpers and moans from spilling against your wet core no matter how hard he tries.

He's not usually like this–desperate and hungry, starved—but with your sweetness on his taste buds and harsh grip on his hair, he cannot find it within himself to maintain even the last shred of dignity he has left. All he can think about is you, and your perfect pussy, and how he needs you to drench his face in your juices.

His tongue runs up and down your slit, gathering all the slick he can and mixing it with his own spit, not sparing a single second to worry about the mess dripping down his chin. His hands find your ass, moving you across his face as if he's your personal doormat, even when you're already riding him with all your might.

"You want it this bad, huh?" you ask, pulling the strands of hair tighter between your knuckles, like you're trying to rein in a wild animal.

Heeseung moans against your clit, wrapping his lips around it and suckling on it while your slick keeps glistening on his skin.

"Then lay back and let me use you, or I'll get off of you and leave you hanging."

The way he instantly lets go of you, almost like the words made him realize his hands were burning on your skin just as they would on a stove, gives you a boost of confidence so big, you struggle to keep in the laugh threatening to leave you. Your sweet boyfriend, always in charge, always looking at you with that lazy smirk and a glint in his eyes one would reserve for preys only, reduced to a mess underneath you.

"Fuck, you're really so pathetic. Is this all it takes?"

"Please, baby," Heeseung says, muffled by your pussy. Even when he gathers the strength to talk, he needs you in his mouth, the thought of detaching himself from you for even a second unbearable. "Wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum, please give it to—"

"Then shut the fuck up and put that mouth to good use." Your movements on his face falter when his eyes roll back in pleasure at the venomous tone you use, but his tongue never does. He keeps lapping away at your core even when he looks as gone as he does, all of this getting him off like nothing ever has. You look back for a split moment, and your stomach twists in all kinds of tricky knots when you notice the pearly essence covering his stomach.

The ever-so-composed Lee Heeseung coming untouched?

Oh. you think, mouth hanging open in a silent moan as your attentions turns back to the warm mouth working nonstop underneath you—

"S'Good. So fucking good," Heeseung pants, gasping for air with every syllable yet chasing after your pussy with each little move you make.

You're never gonna let him live this down.

ꕥ PARK JONGSEONG

jay relieves stress by eating you out, overstim mention

"That's it, baby. Just lay back for me," Jay whispers against your lips as his weight pushes you further down on the mattress, leaving your body no room for complaints. It's easy for him to bend you at his will, just as it's easy for you to let him have his way with you. Ever since Jay got that promotion he tirelessly worked towards for months, he's made an habit of coming back home to immediately seek the only thing that seems to take his mind off whatever is troubling him and peel the tiredness that cages his being right off—the sweet wetness trapped between your thighs.

Jay's palms are warm and rough as he spreads you open for him to examine, the simple shirt of his you're wearing with no underwear underneath giving him all he wants without even needing to work for it. The groan stuck in his throat leaves as soon as he gets a sight of the sticky mess, "Look at you. You were expecting this, mhh? For me to walk in after my little distraction of a job and get to work for real?" His mouth drops down to your core, every breath and every gush of air between words tickles you, but the iron grip of his hands holds you open even when your legs beg for the chance to close.

The first taste is always Jay's favorite, you can tell because of how his tense shoulders relax the second your wetness coats his tongue, how his lashes flutter and his eyelids twitch as his eyes roll into the back of his skull. He runs his tongue between your folds at first, gathering all he can in his mouth like it's the only meal he's had the entire day. It's messy, saliva gathering on the tip of his tongue and spreading all over your core, he alternates between giving you kitten licks and stiffening his muscle so he can flick your clit around. He slurps loudly, kisses and bites your inner thighs whenever he can feel you get too close too soon for his liking, just to suck on the sensitive bundle of nerves when he knows you won't cum right away from it.

You claw at his shoulders, grab him by his hair and yank, moan his name so loud there's no way he doesn't hear it, but it all seems to fall on deaf ears because Jay is so engrossed in making out with your pussy he seems to forget about you're in the same room for a bit.

He keeps going until later in the night, even after you've gushed on his mouth a few times by mistake, only slowing down when his jaw feels bruised and his tongue raw, your clit so puffy and overstimulated the lightest touch has your hips flying up as high as his hold allows them to. Jay gets off of you with the widest grin spread on his beautiful face, the bottom half of it glistening, like there isn't anything that could ruin his mood anymore. "Thank you, baby. I really needed that."

ꕥ SIM JAEYUN

brat tamer jake, edging, punishment, bondage, use of vibrator, mention of wetting oneself but No it doesn't happen

"After the little stunt you pulled, be grateful I didn't just bend you in front of everyone and spanked your ass raw," Jake seethes, so uncharacteristic of him, but you suppose you played with fire a little to recklessly for… the past week, if you're being honest.

You knew something darker and stricter was hiding beneath the surface, and as a loving girlfriend, it's your duty to peel off all layers that make up your dear boyfriend and cherish every single one.

Or that's what you told yourself after every instance of brattiness you put Jake through, but current you holds a very different idea. As much as your edged beyond critical thought self can think, for that matter.

The last thing you expected was for Jake to tie your wrists to the bed post and place a vibrator right on your clit, picking a setting high enough so you could not tune it out even if you tried to, but low enough to make it extra hard for you to cum, then just left the room and you alone in it.

"You made a fucking mess." Jake kisses his teeth with his tongue, faux annoyance coating every word. "Fuck." He laughs, shaking his head as one of his knees makes a dent on the soft mattress. "It looks like you wet yourself, that's so embarrassing."

Truly, it does look like that. Your wetness soaked the fabric around you, and it doesn't help that when the little vibrator inevitably moved, you trashed around to try to reposition it again, the continued buzzing somehow even worse when not sending pleasurable waves right on your clit. You don't know how long Jake was gone, but at one point, the little gadget stopped working altogether, so you guess it must've been a while.

And still, the adrenaline rush you get from talking back has not left you. "Maybe I did. You were gone for a while." Your voice is raw, so raw it sounds foreign to you.

Jake's jaw twitches as he glares at you, tongue poking his cheek and a strand of hair falling between his eyes. "I guess I'll find out myself then."

You don't get time to process, and he's on you immediately, bending your legs so far apart it physically burns, but you pay it no mind because the feeling of his warm, wet tongue colliding with your pussy numbs everything else. He's unforgiving in his movements, way too harsh given how sensitive you are, but you cannot find it within yourself to complain after all the time you waited.

Your slick coats his tongue quickly, the taste of you flooding his taste buds like a tidal wave. "Like I thought, just a horny fucking mess." His voice is bitter, demeaning, but his action say otherwise, mouth hanging open to take every last drop. His tongue dips down to your hole, circling it and slipping the tip in it like you could possibly handle any more teasing, while his nose nudges your clit in the best way possible. You and him both know you're not gonna last for long, not after all you've had to endure, but he's not still satisfied, and at the moment your job is to make him as happy as possible if you want to even just entertain the thought of coming soon.

"Jake, please. I'm—" the words die in your throat, replaced by a yelp when Jake's large palm makes harsh contact with your inner thigh, leaving a throbbing sting behind. "You cum when I allow it. That's how we're gonna do things until you learn your place and behave."

ꕥ PARK SUNGHOON

overstim king hoon. he dgaf just let him eat it

"Could stay here all day," Sunghoon moans against you, and the tickle from his words sends electricity crawling up your spine and into your head, adding to the absolute mess going on up there.

You have, Sunghoon. You already have.

Is what you'd say if saying anything was even an option on the table at all. Fortunately for the man between your thighs—not as much for you—the gift of forming a comprehensible sentence left you around the fourth time you came all over his face, and with that, any half hearted attempt of getting him off of you so you could get dressed for work.

Because who needs a job when Park Sunghoon is eating your pussy so good you might have to call in sick for a few days.

It started slow and almost innocent, fleeting touches to your thighs and a sweet forehead kiss, but after having been away from you for a few weeks, you should've seen it coming. The grip on your skin got harsher and harsher, while his mouth drew a trail down your body like exploring a map with all his favorite spots in the entire world (and you are.)

You'd parted your legs for him without thinking twice about it, just like you did late at night for you and early in the mornings for him when the distance between you was physical but never spiritual, and you needed him to see just how wet you got from the thought of his hands on you.

You're now past the point of being close, every second feels like you're continuously coming, every high Sunghoon subjects you to crashing through you so short after the other they start to blend in together in a singular state of ecstasy you didn't even know was possible to achieve.

The light stubble on Sunghoon's face faintly scratches your thighs when he moves to pepper kisses on the inner parts, and his large hand holds your hip still when your lower half lurches upwards in search of more stimulation, your body betraying your mind and begging him for more.

"Look at you," his other hand pulls back the hood of your clit just so he can press a sweet kiss on it, the side of his mouth cockily twitching up when you react to his slightest touch exactly like he knew you would. "You think you know what you want, you think you can tell me when you can't take anymore." His tongue dips out to tease the bundle of nerves even more, the slick from all your releases still dripping from his chin and onto your wet skin. "But you don't, baby. No one knows what this pussy needs more than I do."

ꕥ KIM SUNOO

mean dom sunoo, edging, dacryphilia, marking, face sitting that eventually becomes 69, cock worship and praise, he calls you pup once

"Sunoo, please—"

"Mhmh, pup." Sunoo pulls off of your clit with a loud popping noise to talk to you, his tone sweet as honey but the edge in his voice sending shivers down your spine. He talks to you like you're too dumb to understand what he's telling you. You must be, considering he has given you very simple instructions to follow and yet here you are, doing anything but that. "I told you. If you want my cock, you have to tell me why."

One of his hands softly kneads the flesh on your tummy, almost comforting and encouraging, but the way his mouth works on your pussy that's gushing all over his face is anything but sweet.

You're sitting on his face, facing his hard cock and wishing that's what you were riding instead, after weeks of him denying you for no reason other than to prove a point. Seeing you so desperate, teary eyed at just the sight of his member, brings him almost the same amount of pleasure that fucking you does. He wants you to beg, wants you to worship him like he knows he deserves. He wants to see you cry for it.

His teeth sink into your clit just enough to make you jump up, but his hold prevents you from actually running away from his mouth. He has edged you for what feel like hours, but whenever he gets his hands on you time seems to pass differently. It could be minutes, it could be days. The only thing you're sure of is that at this point, you'll do just about anything to come undone on his cock.

"Love… love your cock s'much," you start, your throat raw from all the pleading that already occurred. "I need it inside me."

You sound like you're gonna start crying any second, and Sunoo's cock twitches at the mere thought of your pretty, gorgeous eyes, red and swollen. At the thought of your wet lashes sticking together. But it's not enough yet. "Why?" he asks, his voice dipping an octave lower, and his nails digging into your skin so hard you know he's drawing blood.

"I need it to cum!" you yelp in pain, and you hate the way you seem to get wetter when he's mean to you like this.

"You need it? You're always so fucking needy." Sunoo stops giving you any type of stimulation, your legs instantly shaking around his head as you try your best to hold any complaint in. "If you need it so bad, praise it."

You gulp, taking shallow breaths to get rid of the tears aligning your lashes. Your voice trembles, cracks with every few words as you speak, "Your cock is so perfect, so big. I love it so much. I would do anything to please it." Your voice trembles as you speak, but you keep going. "You fuck me so good with it, I think about it all the time."

"Is that it?" He hums. "Does it make your little horny pussy wet?"

You nod. "So wet. It's all I can think about. How deep it reaches, how—how good it fills me up."

"Prove it." The warm breath from his words right on your soaking cunt makes you wiggle your hips in search of more stimulation, but one of the hands previously holding you moves to grab a fistful of your hair and push you down towards his red cock. Your back arches, giving Sunoo the best view of your puffy folds he's ever had, and he licks his lips coated in your essence at the sight. "Make me cum with your mouth, and maybe I'll reward you."

ꕥ YANG JUNGWON

creampie mention, and he eats it! a true connoisseur. strength show off. he calls you bun and bunny bc this is an intromortal fic and i make the rules

The thing about Yang Jungwon is that he really, really enjoys the taste of your release mixed with his. Eating you out isn't something he does to get you nice and wet enough for him to sink his cock into you. He does if before, as a stand alone act and a lot of the time even after. It's an art form, and he's the Picasso of it, if you will.

So when he pulls out of you, your legs so shaky the only thing keeping you upright and your front pushed against the cold wall is his grip, just to kneel down on the hard tile floor and lap away at your pussy from behind, you're not exactly surprised.

"Won—" you start, worried the unsteadiness of your limbs and lightheadedness you still feel from the orgasm you just had are gonna have you fall ass first right on him.

"I got you, bun," he says, because of course he does. His grip on your hips tightens, and his sheer strength keeps you propped up so he can continue eating the cream out of you like you're some fucking gourmet dessert. "Just let yourself go fully."

And despite your reservations and fears you'll have to call an ambulance in the next five minutes, you do. You let all your weight drop on Jungwon, because your legs would've given out not too long after anyway.

"There we go, such a good little bunny." If he's fatigued, he doesn't show it. Instead, the only sounds coming from him are moans as he goes back to lick at your used hole.

The pet name, the noises he makes, the display of strength. All of it feels like a calculated move to have you turned on out of your mind, and the worst part is that you know Jungwon really is just like that without even trying.

As good as his tongue feels on you, you start getting restless the longer your clit is ignored, so you muster up all the strength left in your body—and probably shave off a few years of your lifespan because fuck, you're really tired—to angle your hips in an attempt to get his wet muscle on your bud.

It fails miserably. And he laughs at you.

"I'm cleaning you up, be patient," Jungwon says, the faint ghost of a giggle brightening up his tone.

Who needs wet rags or towels, right?

He gives you a few more kitten licks before suckling on your pussy one last time, and finally pulls away from you with a sharp yet playful spank to your ass, the other hand still holding you steady.

"You're such a show off," you say, but can't hide the smile from forming on your face at the sight of his when you finally turn towards him.

"Gotta make good use of all that strength training somehow."

You barely manage to roll your eyes at his rebuttal, because he drags your form down on the floor with him, folding you so your legs are on his shoulders, and he's face to face with your puffy cunt.

"Sorrryy, bun," he slurs his words a bit, dipping down to playfully bite on your inner thigh. "I'm still hungry."

"Won, the floor's too cold, I—"

“god, you’re unreal,” he murmurs against your ear as the two of you enter the grand ballroom, his voice already a little rough. his arm loops around your waist, pulling you flush to his side so everyone can see you belong to him. “my wife. my pretty wife. i’m not letting you leave my side tonight.”

the event is one of those high-stakes corporate galas — crystal glasses, live jazz quartet, senior leadership in tailored suits trading polite smiles and bigger deals.

jay is here as one of the youngest executives in the room, sharp in his black tux, hair styled just messy enough to look effortlessly handsome.

but the second you’re on his arm, he stops being the focused professional and turns into the proudest, most obsessed husband alive. his palm presses possessively against your hip, thumb stroking the silk like he’s reminding himself he gets to touch this every day.

you smile at the first group that approaches — three older executives and their wives — and jay’s chest puffs out visibly.

“gentlemen, this is my wife,” he says, voice warm and steady, like he’s introducing royalty. “she’s the reason i show up to work smiling every morning.” you laugh softly, charming and effortless, and extend your hand.

one of the senior vps — a silver-haired man who rarely smiles, according to jay — actually lights up when you compliment the venue’s floral arrangements. jay watches the exchange with dark, satisfied eyes.

later, when the man walks away, jay leans in and whispers, “see that? your smile just won over the guy who signs my biggest bonuses. i’m convinced your smile and that laugh are the reason we’re getting that promotion next quarter.”

you roll your eyes playfully, but the way he says it — so sincere, so completely smitten — makes heat pool low in your belly. he’s been like this all night: guiding you through the crowd with a hand that never leaves your body, whispering filthy praises between polite conversations, eyes flicking down to the way the dress hugs your ass every time you turn.

“you know everyone’s staring at you,” he mutters during a lull, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “they’re all trying to figure out how i got so lucky. how a man like me ended up with a woman who looks like she walked out of a magazine.” his fingers trace the slit in your dress, dipping just inside to graze bare thigh. “i keep telling them it’s because i worship the ground you walk on. and the second we’re alone, i’m gonna worship every inch of you too.”

the tension builds like a slow burn. through appetizers, through speeches, through networking handshakes — jay’s touches grow bolder. a palm sliding down your spine, a squeeze at your waist, the way he pulls you into his lap for a quick moment when you’re both pretending to rest by the bar. you can feel how hard he is under his slacks every time you shift against him.

“been thinking about bending you over one of these tables since we left the house,” he confesses under his breath, voice low enough only you can hear. “but i want to take my time with you tonight. show you exactly how proud i am.”

you last another twenty minutes before the need snaps. jay excuses the two of you with a smooth “we’re just going to check on our coats,” and leads you toward the coat room tucked away at the end of a dimly lit hallway. the attendant is nowhere in sight — probably on break — and jay doesn’t hesitate. he pushes the door open, pulls you inside, and locks it behind you with a quiet click.

the space is small, coats hanging in neat rows, the scent of wool and cologne thick in the air. jay spins you so your back is against the wall, hands framing your face as he kisses you like he’s been starving.

“you’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he growls against your mouth, tongue sliding in deep and possessive. “looking like that, smiling like that, letting me show you off. fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”

his hands roam like he can’t decide where to touch first — down your neck, over the swell of your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples through the thin silk until they pebble.

“this dress,” he groans, sliding the straps off your shoulders so the fabric pools at your waist. your breasts spill free and he drops to his knees right there on the carpeted floor, mouth latching onto one nipple like it’s the only thing that matters. “these tits — god, they’re so fucking pretty. so soft.” he sucks hard, tongue flicking, then switches to the other, hands cupping and kneading like he’s worshipping at an altar. “i love how they fit in my hands. love how sensitive you are for me.”

you thread your fingers through his hair, back arching as he works lower. he tugs the dress the rest of the way down until it puddles at your feet, leaving you in nothing but heels and lace panties.

jay sits back on his heels and just stares, eyes black with hunger. “look at you. my wife. my bombshell wife. every inch of you is mine.” his palms slide up your thighs, spreading them wider so he can press open-mouthed kisses along the inside, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “i’m so in love with these legs — fuck, they go on forever. i love how they wrap around me when i’m inside you. love how they shake when you come.”

he hooks his fingers in your panties and drags them down slowly, kissing every new inch of skin he reveals. when he reaches your pussy he groans like he’s seen heaven, nose brushing your clit before his tongue follows.

“jesus, baby, you’re so wet already. is that all for me?” he licks a broad stripe up your folds, savoring the taste, then sucks your clit into his mouth with just the right pressure.

you bite your lip to stay quiet, hips rolling against his face while he worships you with slow, reverent strokes — tongue fucking into you, nose grinding against your clit, hands gripping your ass to hold you steady.

“taste so good,” he mumbles between licks. “my perfect wife’s perfect pussy. i could eat you for hours.” he doesn’t rush; he takes his time, alternating between long, flat licks and tight little circles until your legs are trembling and your hands are fisted in his hair.

when you come it’s with a choked whisper of his name, thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashes through you.

jay rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and spins you around so you’re facing the wall. he frees himself from his slacks — cock hard and leaking — and presses against your back, lips on your shoulder. “need to be inside you now. need to feel my wife around me.”

he slides in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and both of you moan.

he doesn’t move at first — just stays deep, grinding slow circles while his hands map your body again.

“your back looks so pretty. and your waist… i'm going insane, baby. and that ass — fuck, i love how it looks when i fuck you from behind.” he starts thrusting then, deep and measured, one hand sliding around to rub your clit while the other palms your breast.

“you feel so good,” he pants, lips against your ear. “so tight, so warm. made for me. only me.” the coat room is filled with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin and his endless praises — how beautiful your hair looks spilling over your shoulders, how your smile lights up every room, how proud he is to call you his.

he fucks you harder when you start whimpering, chasing a second orgasm, until you come again with a soft cry. jay follows right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a groan that sounds like your name.

you stay like that for a moment — him still inside you, arms wrapped around your middle, lips pressing lazy kisses to your neck. “i love you,” he whispers. “so fucking much. the best decision i ever made was marrying you.”

he helps you back into the dress with gentle hands, smoothing the silk, fixing your hair like he’s putting his masterpiece back together. you slip out of the coat room flushed and glowing; no one seems to notice, or if they do, they pretend not to. the rest of the night passes in a haze of more proud glances from jay, more whispered filthy promises, until the event finally winds down.

the limousine ride home is where the real worship begins.

the second the door closes and the privacy screen rises, jay is on you again. he pulls you into his lap, hands sliding under the dress immediately. “i wasn’t done,” he says, voice dark. “not even close.” he tugs the dress off completely this time, leaving you naked in the low light of the limousine except for your heels. then he lays you out across the long seat like you’re something precious, something to be savored.

“let me look at you,” he murmurs, eyes raking over every inch. “my beautiful wife. my bombshell. god, i’m never gonna get enough.” he starts at your ankles and then works his way up. calves, knees, thighs — he praises every curve, every soft spot, every mark he left earlier.

when he reaches your pussy again he spreads you open with reverent fingers, licking you slow and deep like he’s memorizing the taste. “this is mine,” he says between licks. “this pretty clit, these lips, the way you clench when i suck right here — fuck, i love it.”

he flips you onto your stomach, hands kneading your ass as he kisses down your spine. “your back is a work of art. the way it arches when i’m inside you… perfect.”

he licks lower, tongue teasing your waist just to hear you gasp his name. then he flips you again, mouth latching onto your breasts — sucking, biting, praising how full they feel in his hands, how sensitive your nipples are, how he could spend hours just playing with them.

by the time he finally pushes inside you again you’re shaking, oversensitive and desperate. he fucks you slow and deep in the moving limousine, the city lights streaking past the tinted windows while he keeps up the worship.

“your hair looks so good spread out like this,” he groans, threading his fingers through it. “your smile — fuck, that smile is the reason i fell in love. and this body… every inch of it drives me insane.”

his thrusts get harder, hips snapping, hand rubbing your clit until you come with a broken moan, clenching around him so tight he follows you over the edge, filling you again with a guttural sound of pure satisfaction.

you stay tangled together the whole ride home — his cock softening inside you, hands still stroking every curve like he can’t stop touching. when the limousine pulls up to your building he carries you inside, dress half-on, hair wild, both of you laughing softly in the elevator because you’re still glowing and sticky and so in love.

in your bedroom he lays you down and starts all over again — kissing, praising, worshipping.

because, for jay, one night is never enough when it comes to his jaw-dropping wife.

and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

© jongst4r, 2026

Heeseung’s breath hitches, his hands resting on your waist like he’s trying to keep control, “you’re drunk, and we’re best friends, I can’t just—”

You cut him off by climbing into his lap, slowly grinding your soaked core against his thigh, “but I’ve wanted you for so long, please touch me.”

His fingers dig into your hips, “fuck—you don’t know what you’re saying.”

You lean in, lips brushing his ear, “you sure? Then why are you so hard already?”

Heeseung groans, finally snapping. He flips you onto your back, hovering over you with dark eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he confesses, voice low and rough, “every fucking time you smiled at me, every time you hugged me, I had to hold back.”

His hand slides between your legs, pushing your panties aside. Two thick fingers sink into your dripping cunt slowly, curling deep while his thumb circles your clit. “So fucking wet for me,” he groans, pumping his fingers faster, watching your face twist in pleasure.

You moan loudly, hips rolling against his hand, “Heeseung—more, please—”

He adds a third finger, stretching you open as he kisses down your neck, sucking marks into your skin, “been dreaming about this pussy for years.”

When he finally pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock, he thrusts in deep and hard. He fucks you with long, powerful strokes, losing control completely, “wanted you for so fucking long,” he groans against your neck, hips snapping faster.

Your orgasm hits violently as you squirt hard around his cock, soaking his stomach and the sheets beneath you. Heeseung moans loudly, still thrusting through your release, completely lost in you.

PARK JONGSEONG 

⤷ As your nemesis 

The party had been loud and chaotic. You two had spent the entire night throwing snarky comments at each other like always. But when the rain started pouring and you accidentally missed your ride home, Jay reluctantly offered to drive you—his excuse being, “even I’m not that much of an asshole.”

Now you’re in his car, parked in a quiet side street because you kept complaining you felt too dizzy to go straight home. You’re in his passenger seat at first, then suddenly climbing over the console into his lap, skirt riding up your thighs.

“Jay—I feel so weak right now,” you whine, grinding slowly against the obvious bulge in his jeans. Your hands roam his toned chest, “can’t you be nice? Just tonight?”

Jay’s jaw tightens, hands gripping the steering wheel before moving to your waist, “you’re drunk and we hate each other. Get off my lap.”

But you roll your hips again, pressing your soaked panties against him, “you hate me? Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

He curses, finally snapping. One hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you into a rough kiss while the other yanks your panties aside. His fingers slide through your slick folds, teasing your clit before pushing two thick fingers inside you, curling them just perfectly. 

“So fucking wet,” he growls against your mouth, pumping his fingers deep and slow, “is this what it is? Acting all needy just to get me to fuck you.”

You moan into his mouth, riding his fingers shamelessly with a slight nod, “harder, Jay—”

He adds a third finger, stretching you while his thumb rubs fast circles on your clit. The car fills with wet sounds and your desperate whimpers.

Jay finally frees his thick cock and pulls you down onto him in one harsh thrust. “Is this what you wanted?” He snarls, fucking up into you roughly, “always running that pretty mouth, now you’re creaming all over my cock like a good lil’ girl.”

Your orgasm crashes over you hard. You squirt violently around him, soaking his lap and the car seat. Jay groans deeply as you take his pendant between your teeth, biting on it as he grips your hips tighter, pounding into you without any mercy, “mine, all fucking mine now.”

SIM JAEYUN 

⤷ As your friend with benefits 

The pool party had left both of you tipsy and buzzing with warmth. When you complained about feeling sticky from the chlorine, Jake simply smirked and dragged you into his bathroom. Now hot water cascades over you both, steam filling the small space.

You press your wet body against his, looking up at him with a playful, teasing smile that he knew all too well, “Jakey, aren’t you going to help me clean up?” You smile, trailing your fingers down his chest slowly, “I’m all wet and needy after swimming, and not just from the pool, y’know?”

Jake’s eyes darken, water dripping from his lashes. His hands rest on your waist, but he’s still trying to play it cool even though his voice is slightly slurred, “you’re such a tease, you know damn well I’m tipsy too. Don’t start something you can’t handle, baby.”

You bite your lip and slide one hand lower, brushing teasingly over his hardening cock, “but I want you to take care of it,” you whisper, leaning in so your lips graze his ear, “I’ve been thinking about your mouth all night. Don’t you want to taste me?”

Jake lets out a shaky breath, his grip tightening, “fuck—you’re dangerous when you’re like this.”

You giggle softly and turn around slowly under the spray, pressing your ass back against him while looking over your shoulder. “Come on, Jakey. Be a good boy and eat your pretty girl’s pussy. I know you’re dying to.”

That finally breaks him, and with a low groan, Jake drops to his knees behind you, hands spreading your cheeks. “You asked for it, baby.” His soft plush lips immediately latch onto your clit from behind, sucking greedily while his tongue licks long, messy stripes through your folds. The hot water makes everything slicker and louder.

“Yeah—fuck, you taste even better when you tease me,” he moans loudly against your cunt, voice muffled but eager, “so sweet, so fucking wet for me. My pretty girl.”

You moan, pushing back against his face,“Jake— yes, just like that—”

He grips your hips tighter, devouring you like he’s starved, turning you around so he could look at your cunt, “that’s it, baby’s push that pretty pussy back on my tongue. Use my face, yeah?You’re doing so good for me.” He’s vocal and possessive, sucking harder on your clit while talking you through it, “this cunt is all mine tonight. Gonna make you cum all over my tongue first.”

Your legs tremble as the pleasure builds fast. Jake doesn’t let up—he sucks and licks relentlessly until you cry out, squirting hard against his face and tongue. He groans happily, licking up every drop. “Good girl, squirt for me, let me taste all of it. Such a good fucking girl.”

Only when you’re shaking does he stand up, spin you around to face the tiles, and push his thick cock deep into your sensitive cunt in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, so tight after you squirted,” he groans, starting to fuck you hard from behind. One hand grips your hip, the other reaches around to rub your clit, “taking my cock so well, baby. My needy little tease.”

He pounds into you relentlessly under the shower, hips snapping wetly, “you’re all mine tonight, gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight, hm?”

Your second orgasm hits even harder. You squirt again around his cock as you moan his name loudly. Jake keeps thrusting through it with possessive, deep strokes until he fills you up with a shaky groan.

PARK SUNGHOON

⤷ As your ex boyfriend 

It’s past two in the morning when Sunghoon’s phone rings. The moment he hears your slurred, whiny voice saying you’re too drunk at the party and need him to pick you up, he grabs his keys without much hesitation.

When he finally gets you back to his apartment, you’re clinging to his arm, pretending to be way weaker than you are. The second the door shuts, you press your body against his, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

“Hoonie, thank you for coming to get me,” you murmur sweetly, slowly grinding your hips against him, “Mm—my head hurts, can you take care of me just for tonight? Please?”

Sunghoon’s hands grip your waist tightly, his breathing already ragged, “you know we shouldn’t be doing this again,” he says, voice low and strained, but his eyes are burning.

You tilt your head and smile innocently, “but I missed you—and I know you missed me too. Don’t you want to touch me, hoonie?”

That snaps something in him. Sunghoon groans and pushes you back against the wall, mouth immediately attacking your neck. He sucks hard, leaving dark purple marks all over your skin while his hands grope your body possessively—squeezing your ass, your waist, then roughly pulling your top down to expose your tits.

“Fuck—I missed these so much,” he mutters before wrapping his lips around one nipple, sucking hard and deep while his tongue swirls around it. His other hand gropes and pinches your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You moan loudly, arching into his mouth.

“Hoon—ahh, that feels so good.”

He switches to the other nipple, sucking even harder, leaving it swollen and red as he covers the expanse of your chest with more possessive hickeys. “No one else gets to touch you like this,” he groans against your skin, voice dark and obsessive, “this body is mine, only mine.”

You whimper, fingers tugging his hair, “prove it then—”

Sunghoon spins you around and bends you over the back of the couch. He yanks your skirt up, rips your panties down, and thrusts his thick cock into your soaked cunt in one brutal stroke.

“Fuck—still so fucking tight,” he groans, voice rough, “no one else has been in this pussy, right? No one else gets to fuck you, sweetheart, you’re still mine, only I can stretch you like this.”

He starts pounding into you hard and deep, hips slamming against your ass, “won’t let anyone have you—ever. This tight little cunt belongs to me forever.”

You cry out with every powerful thrust, pushing back against him, “yes—only you, Hoonie! Harder, gosh, please fuck me harder!”

Sunghoon snarls and fucks you even more brutally, one hand fisting your hair, the other groping your breast roughly, “that’s right, baby, scream for me. Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“It’s yours—only yours!” You moan loudly.

Your orgasm hits you, pure unadulterated pleasure, as squirt hard around his cock, soaking his thighs and the floor as you scream his name. Sunghoon keeps pounding through it, groaning possessively.

“Good girl. Keep creaming on my cock, I’m never letting you go again.”

KIM SUNOO

⤷ As your childhood bestie 

You hadn’t seen Sunoo in four years, well, not since both your families moved away. Tonight was the high school reunion party, and the moment your eyes met across the café, something shifted. He looked incredibly handsome now—taller, sharper jaw, and that same warm smile, but with a new quiet intensity. After the party, he walked you back to your parents’ empty house. Both of you were tipsy, laughing about old memories, but the tension between you had grown thick and heavy.

The second the front door closed, you stepped closer and pressed your body against his without a word. Your hands slid up his chest as you looked up at him, cheeks flushed. Slowly, you rolled your hips against him, letting him feel how much you wanted him.

Sunoo’s breath caught as he gently held your waist, eyes searching yours, “Y/N—we’ve never done anything like this before,” he whispered, voice low, “are you sure?”

You answered by grinding against him again, slower and more deliberate, your breathing already shaky, “I want this, Sunoo,” you murmured, eyes locked on his, “don’t make me wait anymore.”

Sunoo’s gaze darkened, backing you up against the wall as slid his thigh between your legs. “Then show me,” he said, voice low and firm, “grind on my thigh, yeah? Let me feel how much you want me.”

You whimpered softly and started moving, rolling your hips against his firm thigh. The friction made your legs tremble, Sunoo watched you closely, one hand guiding your hip while the other gently stroked your hair.

“That’s it—good girl,” he praised softly, eyes never leaving your face, “you look so pretty like this, keep going, just like that.”

You moaned quietly, grinding faster, “Sunoo, it feels so good, need more.”

He leaned in, kissing your neck while you continued humping his thigh,“I know, baby, I’ve waited years for this too,” he whispered against your skin, “but I want to watch you fall apart for me first.”

When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he picked you up and carried you to your old childhood bed. He laid you down gently, stripped both of you, and slowly pushed inside you for the very first time. A soft moan escaped both of you.

“God—you feel amazing,” Sunoo breathed, forehead resting against yours, “so warm and tight—I can’t believe I’m finally inside you.”

He started thrusting deep and steady, gradually picking up a stronger rhythm. “You’re taking me so well,” he praised, voice husky, “my beautiful girl, tell me how it feels.”

“It feels so good, Sunoo,” you moaned, nails digging into his back, “you’re so deep—don’t stop.”

Sunoo kissed you deeply, hips snapping harder, “that’s my good girl, I want to hear every sound you make tonight.”

The pleasure hit you beautifully, you squirt around his cock, soaking the sheets as you cried out his name. Sunoo groaned softly, still thrusting through your release with deep, controlled strokes, praising you gently until he filled you up with a shaky moan.

YANG JUNGWON 

⤷ As your neighbour 

The New Year’s party was still going strong in the lounge, music booming through the entire building. After a couple of hours of drinking and dancing, you and Jungwon—your handsome neighbour from the flat right next door, decided to escape the noise.

You ended up back at his apartment on the 32nd floor. He dimmed the lights, put on some slow r&b songs, and the two of you stepped out onto his private balcony with a freshly rolled joint after learning you’re both into that.

Jungwon sat down on the wide outdoor chair first, and you didn’t hesitate, climbing onto his lap, straddling him facing him, your dress riding up your thighs. He lit the joint, took a slow drag, and passed it to you.

You inhaled deeply, holding his gaze as you exhaled the smoke between you two. The weed mixed with the alcohol made everything feel hazy and warm, you passed the joint back to him, then shifted closer on his lap, slowly rolling your hips in a lazy grind against him.

Jungwon’s free hand settled on your thigh, thumb stroking your skin, “feeling really comfy tonight, huh?” He murmured, voice low and slightly husky from the smoke.

You shrugged and took another drag before leaning in closer, “maybe I am,” you whispered, grinding a little firmer against the growing bulge in his jeans, “been wanting to sit on your lap like this for a while.”

He exhaled smoke slowly, eyes darkening as he watched you move, “yeah? Keep going then.” He passed the joint back to you, his other hand sliding up to rest on your waist, gently guiding your movements as you rocked against him.

The music played softly in the background while you exchanged the joint, taking turns smoking as you continued grinding on his lap. Every roll of your hips made him harder beneath you.

After a few more hits, Jungwon put the joint aside. His hands gripped your hips properly. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said quietly, voice thick with want, “If you keep moving like that—I won’t be able to stop myself.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear, “you don’t have to stop.”

That was all he needed. Jungwon lifted you slightly, pushed your dress up, and pulled your panties to the side. He freed himself and slowly guided you down onto his cock, sinking deep inside you for the very first time.

Both of you moaned softly into the night air, 

“shit—” Jungwon breathed, forehead resting against yours, “you feel so good, baby, so fucking tight around me.”

He started thrusting up into you slowly at first, letting you adjust, his hands gripping your hips as he guided your movements, “that’s it, yeah. Ride me just like that,” he praised gently, voice husky, “you look so pretty on top of me.”

You moaned, rolling your hips deeper, “Jungwon—you’re so fucking big.”

His pace gradually increased, thrusting up harder while you rode him on the balcony chair, “fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, “been thinking about this for months.”

Your high built quickly, and you find yourself squirting around his cock with a broken moan, body trembling as you cum hard. Jungwon held you tight, still thrusting up into you through your release until he filled you up with a low, shaky groan, leaving a mark on your neck to say that this won’t be a one time thing.

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Tonight was no different—until he literally dragged you from your bed by the ankle, your oversized sweatshirt bunching up as you flailed.

“Come on,” Sunoo whined, tossing your jeans at your face. “It’s the pre-semester rager at the soccer house. Free drinks, hot people, zero studying. You need this.”

“I need sleep,” you groaned, but he was already rifling through your closet for something “sluttier than pajamas.” (His words not yours)

Thirty minutes later, you stood in the driveway of a sprawling frat house, bass thumping through the walls like a heartbeat.

The air smelled of cheap beer, weed, and desperation.

Sunoo linked arms with you, pulling you through the door into a sea of bodies—red Solo cups were everywhere, strobe lights flashing aggressively and people grinding in corners.

You clung to him like a lifeline, already regretting the tight black top he’d forced on you, that left nothing to the imagination.

“See? It’s great fun,” he shouted over the music, thrusting a drink into your hand. “Drink. Dance. Live.”

You sipped the mystery concoction—sweet, burning, vodka-heavy—and scanned the room.

Faces blurred. Laughter spiked.

Sunoo vanished into the crowd after ten minutes, yelling something about finding his “situationship.”

Left alone now, you wedged yourself against a wall, nursing your cup, watching the chaos of drunk and horny “adults” unfold.

That’s when some drunk asshole barreled into you. Liquid sloshed over your hand, soaking your top.

The guy—tall, sloppy, reeking of tequila—didn’t even glance back, just kept stumbling forward. Your cup was half-empty now, sticky and ruined.

“Fuck,” you muttered, shaking off the spill.

“Here.”

A voice cut through the noise—smooth, confident, closer than you expected.

You turned to find a guy holding out a fresh cup, condensation beading on the plastic.

Dark hair tousled just right, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, fitted white tee hugging broad shoulders and a hint of abs beneath. Piercing eyes locked on yours, lips curved in a smirk that screamed trouble.

“On the house. That dipshit owes me for the mess.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the easy charm. “Uh, thanks. You didn’t have to.”

He shrugged with casual grace, positioning himself against the wall beside you, near enough that his cologne—a crisp, masculine blend of cedar and spice—enveloped you.

“Name’s Jake. And it absolutely was. I can’t let an asshole like that ruin a pretty girls night.”

The compliment landed with practiced ease, his gaze sweeping over you in a slow, appreciative of your low cut top, the look ignited something low in your belly.

You supplied your name, accepted the drink, and took a tentative sip. Stronger than the previous one, it spread warmth through your limbs almost immediately.

Jake mirrored your pace, conversation igniting as if you were old acquaintances. He was funny, sharp, the kind of guy who made the room feel smaller, quieter, just for you two.

“You dance?” he asked, nodding toward the makeshift floor.

You laughed. “Not nearly drunk enough.”

He grinned, dimples flashing. “We can fix that.”

Two more drinks later—his refills, always perfectly timed—the world tilted soft and hazy. The music coursed through your veins like liquid fire.

Jake’s palm settled at the small of your back, steering you into the midst of swaying bodies. Collisions occurred. During a slutry track, his chest aligned with yours, hips moving in perfectly against one another.

Heat radiated between you—his breath warm against your neck, fingers tracing the edge of your waistband with deliberate subtlety.

“You smell incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

A shiver raced across your skin.

Emboldened by the alcohol and the electric pull of his proximity, you pivoted within his grasp, your hands gliding up the firmness of his chest. “So do you.”

The kiss happened naturally, like gravity. His mouth claimed yours—firm, skilled, tasting of whiskey and want and no hesitation.

His tongue teasing yours, deepening the kiss fast. Hands were everywhere: yours in his hair, tugging at the roots and his gripping your ass, pulling you flush against the hard line of him.

The world narrowed to Jake—hot, demanding, perfect.

He broke away first, eyes dark with hunger. “Upstairs?”

Your heart thundered against your ribs. Eveything in you screamed; stranger, party, mistake.

But alcohol took over and you nodded, still flushed from the kiss.

He grabbed your hand and navigated the both of you through bodies, you climbed the groaning staircase to a bedroom at the end of a corridor.

The door clicked shut and Jake locked it.

The space was dimly lit by a string of small light, illuminating a king-sized bed with rumpled sheets that carried a faint scent of fresh laundry.

Posters of soccer legends adorned the walls, discarded underwear littered the floor— giving a clear signs of occupancy or maybe a couple was here before the tow of you.

None of it mattered in this moment.

His shirt came off first, revealing a torso honed by relentless athletic discipline: broad chest tapering to chiseled abs, a tantalizing trail of dark hair vanishing below his waistband.

You absorbed the sight, desire pooling hot between your thighs.

Your top followed, then your bra, unfastened with his deft fingers that clearly told you he’s done this before. Jeans peeled away. Underwear vanished. You both were bare now, skin humming with anticipation.

Jake backed you to the bed, gaze raking over every exposed curve like a starving man.

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn dream,” he growled, voice thick with reverence and filth.

He claimed your mouth again—this time slower, dirtier, tongue fucking into you with lewd precision—before shoving you down onto the mattress.

He prowled over you, his weight pinning you down, mouth blazing a trail of wetness across your skin: teeth sinking into your neck hard enough to bruise, lips sucking purple marks across your collarbone, tongue lavishing attention on your breasts—circling hardening nipples, drawing them into the wetness of his mouth until you arched, a gasp tearing from your throat.

He was a fucking sex god.

His fingers dove between your thighs, spreading your already slick folds wide.

He pumped two thick digits inside—curling viciously against your G-spot, scissoring to stretch you open, his thumb battered your clit in brutal circles.

You thrashed from the pleasure, soaked and sobbing, the wet schlick of his hand was obscene and so loud over the muffled bass of the party below.

“Jake—fuck, please—”

He laughed dark, withdrawing his fingers but only to shove his boxers down.

His cock sprang free—thick, long, with veins bulging along the shaft and a flushed red head leaking pre-cum.

He snatched a condom from the drawer, rolling it on with practiced speed.

He gripped your thighs, yanking them apart wide, folding you nearly in half. Teasing your dripping hole with the fat head of himself, smearing your arousal all over him.

Then he slammed in—bottoming out in one brutal thrust that ripped a scream from your throat.

The stretch burned so perfectly, your tight walls fluttering around his girth. He was so big.

“So fucking tight—gonna ruin this pussy,” he snarled, hips snapping immediately into a brutal rhythm.

The bedframe banged the wall like a gun shot, headboard cracking wood over and over and over. Every stroke demolished you: cockhead hammering your G-spot relentlessly, his pelvis grinding your clit, balls slapping your ass wet and loud.

He pinned your wrists overhead with one hand, the other mauled your tits—pinching your nipple hard, twisting until tears pricked your eyes.

His mouth devoured yours in sloppy kisses, swallowing your escalating cries and screams.

Sweat sheened visible on you both under the dim lit lights, bodies slapping filthy—schlick-schlick-schlick echoed as a cream ring foamed at his base.

Your walls clenched around him involuntarily, signaling your approach.

He sensed it, redoubling his efforts—thrusts growing erratic, one hand hitch your leg higher over his hip, altering the angle to fuck you even deeper.

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice gravelly against your ear. “Let me feel you.”

The orgasm hit you and shattered you—your vision fracturing into white-hot bursts, thighs quaking uncontrollably around his waist.

A keening moan escaped you as your nails raked bloody crescents down his back.

He flipped you suddenly—ass up, face smashed into the sheets making your screams and moans muffled, your hips were yanked back onto his cock.

The new angle wrecked you even more: deeper, meaner, your cervix battered with each plunge.

Spanks fell on your ass—red-hot stings blooming from his large hands—his free hand fisting your hair, yanking your head back to spit in your open mouth. “Swallow.”

He fucked you harder with each thrust as you both neared the edge. Your gummy walls tightening around him, clenching him so hard. “Good girl—take this dick.”

Your second orgasm came faster and harder, your vision blacking this time, your cunt convulsing in violent spasms and pulses, squirting a mess down your thighs and on his cock.

He growled, pounding you through it once again, never slowing before burying balls-deep, in you, his cock throbbing while white ropes spurted into the condom, grinding his pelvis filthly against you as he made you take every drop.

Finally he collapsed beside you in wreckage, panting and euphoric.

Jake peeled off after a minute, knotting the condom and grabbing water in a bottle form the bedside table (who knows how long that’s been there). After he took a sip he tossed you it casually.

“Fucking unreal,” he panted, smirking sated.

You nodded, wrecked and glowing. “Holy shit.”

He stretched, muscles flexing in the low light, then glanced toward the clock. It glowed 2:17 a.m., the party below still faintly audible.

He rose then, sliding his boxers back on with nonchalance. “You leaving?”

The question struck like a bucket of ice water.

You propped yourself on your elbows, sheets pooling at your waist, disbelief etched deep into your features. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged, zipping his jeans up without meeting your eyes, tone clipped and entitled—as though you had overstayed your welcome.

“Party’s dying. Figured you’d wanna bounce before it clears out. Avoid the walk of shame.”

Silence enveloped the room. The finest climax imaginable, reduced to this? Dismissed like a paid companion post-transaction? No tender embrace. No exchange of numbers. No acknowledgment beyond the satisfaction of sex and a mind-blowing orgasm.

“You’re joking,” you said, voice sharpening.

He paused while tugging his shirt over his head, one eyebrow arched in mild irritation. A smug smirk twisted his lips. “What? This isn’t a slumber party, sweetheart.”

You bolted upright, snatching your clothes with trembling hands. “Fuck you, Jake.”

“Already did.” His grin widened, dimples showing like they were mocking you. “Good, right?”

Rage boiled in you, and humiliation settled hot on your cheeks.

You dressed fast, bra twisted hasty around you, jeans yanked rough on againt your skin.

He watched, arms crossed, leaning against the dresser like you were nothing but another notch in his fucked up belt.

You unlocked the door with click. And stormed straight out—no goodbye necessary, he didn’t deserve that form you.

You slammed it behind you, hard enough to rattle frame and echo down the corridor.

Downstairs people had dissolved—Sunoo located you eventually, concern furrowing his brow, he was still a bit tipsy but could see that look you had on your face. “Where the hell were you? You alright?”

“Fine,” you lied through gritted teeth.

Outside, the cool night air slapped you. The entire walk home you seethed with rage—your body still thrumming from the aftershocks of probably the best sex you’ve ever had (much to your dismay).

You thought about how casually he’d told you to basically “fuck off”, your mind branded him with entitled prick.

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