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but the way they looked at you now? grown, sharp, hungry. it wasn’t the same. their stares dragged, their silence heavy. when other people touched you they scowled, mostly even stepping in. no one said it out loud, but you felt it, - still, buzzing under everything.

the first sight of the place proved it. you joked about the couch. who would get stuck with it.

"does it matter who sleeps on the couch? 'cos-" you were quickly interrupted by the hushes of jake who takes your bags, flinging them to the closet. "no one sleeps on the couch- remember?" he starts, "and plus," turning to an unreadable sunghoon, "we don't have time to think about that. today's a day filled with activities!"

interesting, you think, it's like they're communicating telepathically.

jake shushed you so fast it made your heart skip. he said it like it was a rule you’d all agreed on but you hadn’t. sunghoon’s jaw tightened. jay just stared, arms crossed.

you should’ve laughed it off but the room stayed quiet.

the arguments started then. small. who sat next to you at dinner. who carried your towel. who poured your drink. jokes that weren’t really jokes, voices sharper than they should’ve been.

you watch as jake nudges sunghoon who waves off jake's attitude. "c'mon, y/n." jay calls you from the bathroom. "think you can doll up for the beach, pretty?"

"as long as you guys give me a few, then i will be good to go." you chuckle, pushing them aside, heading to the small bathroom by the master. you put on your cute bikini under your shorts, spraying your mist and plumping your lips. as you touch up on your skin and hair, you hear faint murmuring. it grew louder as you changed, and it was fair to eaves drop- i mean- the walls of this place was thin to none.

their voices clashed again, sharper, louder; the words tangling over eachother til you couldn’t even tell who was saying what. it sounded like fighting, but it felt like begging. you stood, ready to tell them to cut it out, but you stay in the bathroom, fingers ghosting over the doorknob.

you thought they were just bickering until a voice dropped lower. "you always think you’re first. like she belongs to you."

another snapped back. "she doesn’t belong to anyone." the last voice cut through. quiet, steady.

"she doesn't belong to anyone- but last time i heard she belongs to me."

"no- i'm just saying she loves me more, so you guys can watch."

"to hell with that. i want her all to myself."

"what if she says no to all this..?"

.

"you think she'll say no?"

your heart was pounding. you had told yourself for years it wasn’t real, that the touches and the lingering eyes meant nothing. but here it was, out in the open, pressing into your skin with the weight of summer heat.

your stomach churns, hearing them talk sbout how much they obsess over your skin just the wall over- how they want to eat you alive with their eyes the moment you walk out- how they want to fuck you.

worse part?

you love it.

fuck i mean, the attention, the looks, the talk, the tension- you truly convinced yourself that these feelings would go away but here you are now, mere seconds away from palming your fingers against your core as you listen to your best friends talk dirty about you. your heart pounded, your nipples seeping out of your tight fabric, because of the little words you can only make out.

"you think she can fit us?-"

"almost done?" two quick knocks startle you, breaking you from the trails of thought. hoon, who impatiently tapped his fingers against the door became eager to see you first out of everyone. he sneaked out of the conversation before jay and jake could get ahead of themselves. you unlock the door to let him in. as you turn away from the door, your fingers hover over your body to as a final check as he widens it to see you. hoonie.. out of all of them, he was the quietest. the soft spoken around you, and significantly, the most tense. you watch his jaw tighten when he comes in, towel on one shoulder, waistband too low, tank top too tight- "do a twirl." he whispers against your ear while he brings your hips close to spin you. he watches intently, eyes blatantly watching your tits jiggle under the dangerous bikini top, wishing they'd fall out while it was just the two of you. "so pretty." he smiles, before reaching down.

he brings your palm in to massage as he takes you out of the bathroom. "do i look pretty too?" he chuckles, reaching down to your lips so he could hear you clear.

"very." you slightly chuckle, before reaching the other two- who were finally done bickering. all three are wearing tank tops, trunks that were lowkey showing their v line, sunglasses at the back of their heads while their dog tags waved in your face like a hypnotic dream. they watched you sway your way into their view with hoon attached to your hip. and while you indirectly gnawed at their minds with your physique, they groaned at the smirking sight of hoon, practically hogging you as you all leave the airbnb for the beach.

"it only takes a few minutes north to the beach! i can guide us!" you perk up as the summer breeze blows you. "lead the way, pretty." jake nods- signalling you to walk in-front of them. you definitely knew they just wanted to watch you from behind, see your body jiggle as you walked up stairs, hand shielding you from the peachy sun, your ass half glistened by the orange sea. they wanted to monitor your every move. jay, who shamelessly rubbed your back so tightly full of sunscreen, looks around you like surveillance. while he gripped your shoulders, outlined your back, softly went over your thighs and hugged you from behind, he couldn't help but grimace at anyone who passed by that was looking at you.

"so many creeps around here." he mumbles, nodding over to jake who lays his head on your lap. the four of you rest on the soft sand, hiding under the scorching sun while the whole world plays around you. the mini tent was set up for all of you to chill while music blasted respectfully.

"first drink of the day, baby." jake sits up to grab a cold drink, playfully rubbing it against your cheek until you did the same. "wanna race to the water?" he challenges you. you chuckle, bringing the rest of guys' wrists with you. the series of stupid challenges and games along the water and further down the deep end easily tired you out, but the banter and the colourful sun brought all four of you to continue splashing away like kids again.

the four of you walk along the shore, drying parts of yourself through the breeze. "fuck, i forgot my towel. i only brought yours, pretty." hoon stammers, halting the groups walk. "oh shit, same. i was too distracted." jay stammers too.

"we'll wait in the tent til you guys come back with your towels!" jake waves the two off, shooing them as you settle down inside the tent, watching the sun set without the other two.

"you cold?" jake finally sits next to you, tank top nowhere to be seen, shaggy, salty hair resting against his forehead as the dogtag drapes across his collarbone. you pause to take in his visuals. he notices, dragging your chin up to face him. "hm?" he calls for an answer.

you nod your head, "a lil'." you mumble, darting your eyes back to the sun setting. you feel jakes arm snake around your waist. "take off the shorts, i'll put my towel on you, yeah?" he whispers, leaning in closer to you and without a thought- pulling your denims down, exposing your cute binkini bottom. "jakey!" you squeal, slapping his back as he coughs out a laugh. "ask for my consent first! weirdo." you tease him, leaning back in the tent with your elbows propping you up. you watch as he bites your lip, eyes slowly trailing over your wet bikini. you watch as he carefully takes his hands to ghost over your hips.

jake goes to lay beside you, too distracted by your plump lips and plush thighs trying to hide your slick.

"you want me to make you feel warm?" his voice, more honey like, stirs you. "how so?" you tilt your head, an upturn smile on your end. "shh." he rests his index on his lips, before putting it on yours. his fingers trails down, ghosting over the gap of your tits, down past your stomach, scraping past your belly button before stopping at your bikini waistline, he tips of his fingers hooking on the sides, tugging them like he owned you.

your eyes flutter, tits jerking from the force of his tug. "jakey.." you mumble, looking back at him with doe eyes. "you know you want me to." he whispers, "i hid their towels, they'll take a while." he winks before slowly begging for your thighs to spread. "just want you to feel good." he leans in on you, lips ghosting over yours. "but we're in-" his fingers start touching your core over your fabric.

you choke a moan, his hand coming in quick to cover your mouth before he kisses your forehead. "shh." he warns again. before rubbing circles on your clothed clit like it was plan he had pre executed. "yeah? like that?" he whispers against your ear, heat rising to your temples as the dark tent felt warmer just by his fingers making puddles on your pussy. "fuck- your nipples are hard too." he tsks, using his lips to kiss them while your legs squirmed, begging for his fingers to be inside.

"jake." you silently cry, "yes?" he smiles down at you, an obvious tent in his pants but he's prioritising your slick over his. "touch me." you beg.

his vision goes hazy. you were straightforward, you, his muse, asking- no- pleading to be touched. and he did, in mere seconds, pushed your panties to the side to shove his digits into, juices plunging out of your cute little hole while his brows furrow, knitting together in concentration. this man is slow, until he was quick and close, curling his fingers at the right place like he knew you'd unfold there. he earned hard to get here, so he's using all the antagonising minutes and precision to make you squirt on his body for dear life. you cover your mouth, using jakes towel to try and cover your pussy but jake shoves it aside, angry that you'd even dare try to hide from him.

"fuck.. been wanting you like this. all by myself. so fucking pretty. so fucking mine." jake whimpers in your ear while the summer breeze calmed you.

"so fucking soaked, is this all f'me?" jake's brows tighten at the centre, watching your lips part open and your stomach knot at his fingers rubbing against your spot like he owned it.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" he whines, whispering only when it embarrasses you. you can't help but hold back tears, squirming and pushing jakes chest as he continues to overstimulate your pussy. "fuck i wanna drink you so bad. want you to cum on my cock." he groans, palming his cock under his trunks. "but it's gonna have to wait." he spits.

"jake!" you squeal into his neck. "yes pretty, cum for me." his fingers, full of slick- mix with your hot juices that follow after he sped up his pace for fun. you squirted all over him and his towel, earning a wet patch on his trunks. "fuck," he looks down, "i just came in my shorts." he mutters, looking at his digits pull out of your drenched bikini. the cum looked like webs, and tasted like sugar and sin on his lips, jake made you know how good it tastes when he looked at you straight in the eyes.

"want more?" jake croaks, stroking your thighs as he props you up against himself, tying his towel around your waist- not giving a fuck if anyone saw he fingerblasted you.

"please." you beg, pouting as you watch his smile grow. "then tell those two fuckers to sleep with eachother on the couch, okay?" he brings a thumb up to brush it against your cheek, kissing it. you mindlessly nod- knowing you wouldn't.

"you fucking piece of dog shit." hoon rips open the tent, luckily unnoticing of the previous interactions held before they silently arrived.

"what did i do?" jake acted sly, smirking when he didn't have to. "y/n, let's head home, and get you showered yeah?" jay snatches your waist, pulling you out of the tent before you could even spare a glance at jake- who now is scolded to pack up.

you watch as hoon eyes you up and down, before sending a soft smile your way. "we'll be done soon okay? go and get showered, pretty."

jay couldn't help but forcefully yank you all the way back into the airbnb. he was soft to you, still. it's like he knew you were touched. he saw the way jake's- not even yours- jake's towel was draped across your bikini, hiding something he only wished he could have tasted. your denims were scrunched under his fist until they were thrown across the bed before you reached the bathroom.

jay is soft, but jay- especially when mad- is always rough. hungry. boisterous. prideful. desperate. but loving and overprotective. "strip." he tells you to. locking the doors, not giving a fuck if jake and hoon didn't even bring home a key for themselves.

"strip." he says again, bringing his hands to tenderly untie the back of your bra while you bite your lip, undressing infront of him. the shower head ran hot, steaming water while the two of you watched eachother undress. hot and calculative. "he fucking touched you." jay's jaw clenches. "and here i thought you wouldn't like it." he strides to you closing the gap, locking you as his arms grip the sink behind. "jjongie.." you croak, looking up at him. "don't fucking call me that." jay hisses, ripping your top and bottoms off. "you don't get to act all cutesy when you enjoyed being fucked by someone else." he warns, tugging you into the shower. jay pins you, steam hitting the both of you. his cock, exposed against your stomach, made you sway. mad, how his girth just pokes your waist while he watches you suffer and squirm. oh how badly you want it to be inside of you.

"can't have it baby. not until you suck me." jay brushes his fingers along your cheek. "will you be a good girl and make me feel better?" his eyes soften under your gaze, eyebrows twitching as you pout, yielding- nodding. "such a good fucking girl." jay brings you down on your knees. "take it. take it baby, please." he pleads.

you bring his tip against your lips, humming against it. the warm water splashes against your ruined face and sticky hair while your hands work on rubbing the rest of his length you try to swallow. "so big." you cry before he groans. "i know you can take it baby. so fucking good." he moans, pushing your head against the wall. you're trapped, feeling his cock push deeper into your gummy mouth. you look at him in the eyes while his darkens, fucking into your mouth like a toy. "take this fucking cock, drain its cum or else i'll fuck you mercilessly," jay whispers under his breath, just enough for you to hear and whine. "unless you want to be fucked like that- i'll do it." he groans.

"mmph!" you yelp, having jay shove his cock deeper before pulling out. "let me fuck your thighs, slutty baby." his speech is slurred, dog tag slapping against your face while he manhandles you in the shower, soap being poured and rubbed against your thighs. he carries you against his cock before he shoves his cock in, just enough to rub against your clit. you watch as the tip hides in your thighs before being slid in and out. you feel his back generate heat behind you, his breath panting as his hands reach out to grab the wall infront. "fuck!" he yelps, knowing you're moving your ass against him, rubbing your precious clit against his hard cock just to get off. "yeah baby, fuck, rub me with your slick." he groans, face pressing into the crook of your neck while the soap foams in your thighs.

"want you all to myself. mm? don't you agree?" he slaps your wet skin, bringing a free hand to hold around your cute neck. "don't you want me like this? all yours?" he whispers, shamelessly making noises under the crowded shower. "i'll fuck you so good tonight if you just make jake and hoon go sleep elsewhere." grunting as his hand lowers to grope your tits. "fuck! jay-" you cry, feeling your high come.

"i only bought the bed for us to fuck in baby. no one else. i'm not sharing." he warns, "not when i have you like this."

his words stammer you, cracking your high as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, spurting white all over your plushy thighs and the bathroom tiles.

while you try to recover, jay returned to himself- washing you in all the places where he shouldn't have touched in the first place. "you okay?" he asks, meeting your eyes. "y-yeah.." you could only respond. he smiles, patting you down after letting you out. "remember what i said, okay?"

you try to listen, putting on your lotions and your nightwear, but jay couldn't help but kiss you so needy, wanting more under his trunks. "remember what i said." he warns again.

you didn't, not after the two of you step out seeing sunghoon and jake standing outside, crossed arms and tussled hair. "oh." jay smirks, "did packing up take long?"

"if the owner asks why the door lock is broken- just say you'll pay for it." sunghoon shoves jay aside before slamming the bathroom door. jake scoffs, eyeing up jay before leaving the room. "i'll go cook something, yeah?" jay pats himself before heading to the kitchen, leaving you and jake across the hallway.

"he didn't touch you, did he?" jake comes close, fingers gliding so softly against your cheek. "or-"

the bathroom door slams back open. hoon, who had finished a shower in minutes, exits the steamy bathroom. his eyes lock onto you, wet hair over his face, little droplets cascading down his abs, and a lose towel, just hugging his hips. "your turn." he throws a new towel at jake. jake huffs, shaking his head, tch-ing as he heads into the bathroom, leaving hoon and you mere inches away from each other.

"had fun?" hoon's eyes never left you, jaw tensing as he sees your swollen lips and faintly pink neck. "at the beach? yeah!" you lie, getting wet just at the look of him. though hoon was never the type to lash out, he had definitely shown his anger, and with the way he leans in closer to you, he's jealous. he scoffs, "yeah right."

"couch. movie." he glares, before setting his eyes elsewhere, leaving you wet and confused.

dinner was quiet, all eyes hooked on to you as you twirl the food in your fork. "good?" jay smiles at you, and you nod. "so good." you reply, only hearing a sigh from jake. "could be better tho." he mutters. this rose petty arguments between jay and jake, some even funny to giggle at. while you choke out a chuckle, sunghoon stares across from you, never breaking eye contact as he eats, slurps and drinks with his eyes glued onto you.

it doesn't help the fact that you were wearing your cute nightwear, perky tits on display under that cute satin top- lace decorating your figure, necklace so low that it kisses your cleavage- you know he's looking- staring, hungry. like that meal isn't enough.

"hoon?" you call out, "you okay?"

"of course." he deadpans, before taking his dish to the kitchen. "don't worry about him, baby." jake brings a hand to your thigh, squeezing it. "just stick with us when we're watching the movie, baby." jay joins in.

you didn't. not when they were tired out of their minds- thinking it was your pussy that kept them sleepy. as you continued to watch in the night, you couldn't help but pout at the distance hoon gave you.

hoon's gaze burned from across the room, but he didn’t move. spent, jay and jake had dozed, climbing on eachother for comfort- thinking it was you they were cuddling. you thought hoon would then come closer, join in, but instead he leaned back into the couch, jaw clenched, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

"hoon.." you whisper, walking over to the single couch, far from you. he didn't even look up, didn't even acknowledge you. "i thought you had your fun. what do you need me for?"

the venom in his voice made you ache. you pout, hovering in front of him, chewing your lip until he finally snapped, yanking you down onto his lap. his phone clattered to the floor. "done pretending you enjoyed them?” he murmured, his voice a low growl against your ear. “be quiet.”

"h-hoon-" you try to pry away, but he shamelessly grinds your hips to his crotch, growling in your ear while the murmur of the movie kept him hidden. "i said be quiet, baby," kissing your neck slowly, overwriting the marks jay had nipped. "unless," his hands glide over your breasts, eyes looking up to you under his lowly smirk. "unless you want me to fuck you so loud they'll know who you really belong to."

he didn't waste anytime to flip you over, your back struck against the cushion as he hungrily peels your bottoms off. "you know how to cover your mouth, right baby?" hooking your cute panties off your ankles as you lay there, hypnotised by the chain dangling down. his eyes never left you- you can see it when the screen flickers blue. he carefully shoves your wet panties into your mouth- as a quick way to shut you up. the movie screen illuminated your glistening pussy- warm, sticky, wet- pretty; hoon couldn't help but watch it pulsate in awe. "you're telling me they got to touch it before me?" he groans quietly. "and you let them?"

you shyly nod, unable to lie. you confess how badly you want all of them, how unshakeable your desire truly was. this only fueled hoon to shove his lips down your core, smearing his saliva all over your walls, sucking your clit while plunging his fingers deep to curl inside you while all you could do was squirm on the couch, hips bucking, back arching, teeth clenching between your sopping fabric. he laps at your pussy, starved- like a man who reached oasis, finally- a dream he'd been wanting to taste. "fucking heaven." he groans, a little loud to cause the men just a mere metre or two away to jerk in their sleep.

"mmph.. fuck." your eyes bead out tears with the way his fingers curl in you, pumping in and out as he plays with your clit on his tongue, kissing, sucking, biting your thighs til they shook. you broke a moan, breathless and muffled, hoon paid this no mind as he kept lapping, dirtying your core with his spit and tongue.

"fucking mine." his hands grope the sides of your thighs, pulling them closer to his mouth. shaking, you moan again- this time making jay and jake shuffle louder in their sleep. "yeah? you wanna wake them? see what happens when they see me eating you baby. you taste so good when you're mine." sunghoon lifts his head to whisper nasty shit in your ear. "cum, baby - fuck! squirt on me." he rips your panties from your lips and throws them- unexpectedly landing on a now awake jay.

hoon lips smothered over your mouth, drowning out your moans and cries as he quickly pulls out his tip to rub all over your messy clit. buried in your slick and juice, hoon continues to slide his exposed cock along your folds. you whimper under his member, his tip slowly entering you but never actually going in. teasing you. you choke a hard sigh, moaning, breaking a high you haven't reached.

"you fucking-" you turn to see jake and jay awake, ruffling out their shirts, messy hair, rushing over to hoon who only held a sly smirk.

only silence was held when you beg. "please stop!"

"if you wanna fuck me. then fuck me." you push hoon away with your sole, bare cheeks and tattered singlet all gone to precious waste if those boys don't hurry up and trail behind you as you walk, swaying your hot hips into the only room; the only bed.

the boys stammer, hard in their pants, bolting to the doors like dogs on a leash.

the bed waits.

your calves hit the frame, knees buckling. they crowd closer. dogtags swinging. clinking, like desperate music in the dark. you reach first, fingers curling around jay’s chain, yanking him down until his breath ghosts your lips. the cold metal presses into your palm- fuck.. his sharp inhale almost louder than the rattle. jake stumbles forward next, chest colliding with yours when you catch his tag too. twisted chain wrapped tight around your knuckles, pulling him in like he’s yours to leash.

hoon lingers. watching. daring you. so you hook him last.

you grabbed his tag, hard enough that it digs into his collarbone. his smirk falters- just for a second before he leans into your pull. three chains tangled in your fists. three boys bound to you by cold metal and shallow breath.

the sound..

groaning and clinking as you drag them down to the bed with you. like you’d leashed all of them.

"fuck.. baby." jay stammers, "so hot.. so desperate. you think you can handle all three?" his arms slide to yank off the rest of your garments- cradling your ass while hoon shoves his cock straight into your mouth. "she can't talk- she's busy." he smirks, earning a low chuckle from the rest.

your mouth so full of his length it made your eyes roll, hips rubbing against jakes palm who can't help but press his hard member down your slick thighs, still sticky and white from hoon's stupid lips. jay growls, grabbing a fistful of your ass, dipping your knees into the mattress, hoisting your hips as you choke on hoon's cock in front of you. "stretch her." hoon holds a fistful of your hair, caressing your full cheeks and your stained eyes, cooing soft sinister words as jake and jay touch you relentlessly.

"yeah baby? want us to fuck you? want us to fill you?" jay slaps your ass while jake whimpers, feeling his cock being stroked by your needy hands. "mmph!" you could only muster, with hoon nodding- "yeah she loves it like that."

jake brings his cock to align with jay's, smearing his precum over your pink folds while all you could do was grip the sheets- "pretty baby, have you been waiting all night?" hoon pulls his member out, soppy webs of saliva spilling out of your mouth as he helps relieve your need for breath.

"mm? say yes baby." jake pleads, waiting for your silent approval, your doe eyes generating tears as jay rubs your sweet spot in circles. "say it, please?"

your lips dribble with mixed precum and saliva, neck drenched with the remnants of your juices that hoon had spilt when he kissed you- you feel their hands roam you, trying to claim everypart of yours as theirs. the bed was bucked in with the way the hoon kneeled in front of you while jay and jake watched you from behind. "we havent even fucked you yet and you're so ruined baby," hoon huffs, grabbing your chin. "you sure want us to fuck you? stretch you? say yes."

"yes, please?" you moan, feeling jakes lips tickle yours, reaching down just to kiss you. "good girl, our sweet y/n." jay cooes, slapping a handful of your ass that your thighs shake, earning a groan from hoon. "fuck jay, spank her again- just like that."

you took a few spanks, red little marks on your cute ass as a form of punishment for being a liar. lying about not wanting, not needing, not desiring anyother. they hushed you, planted kisses on your forehead while you trembled under their palm, salivating under their bodies. then came sloppy kisses, the boys laying their backs against the headboard while you go down on them, kissing each tip as a sorry- as comfort. your thighs were even painted with prints of precum while you got a lil carried away at jake's cock, kissing his tip so lovingly. jay had enough, bringing you towards the centre. he lays you on your back as jake and hoon surround you on each side- kissing your cheek. jay hoists up your hips before lining his tip against your foamy core. "so fucking hot." hoon mutters, watching your body react to the scene.

"fuck princess, let me in." jay groans, being the first to push his thick cock in you, the tip being the hardest to shove. the little lamp in the corner of the room only seemed to show the illuminating beads of sweat and liquids that sheared off of you, while the moon exposed the curve of your ass and tits, your face and your swollen lips; loved by the men you cherish. "gonna fuck you so good, you'll take every inch."

the moan you broke into was loud that hoon had to shush you, kissing your cheeks while he guided you to palm him and jake with your free hands. the rhythm was slow, moderate, squeaky- until jay couldn't keep it, watching your tight little pussy swallow him with white creamy rims like you worshipped his dick, fuck, he was fucking you like crazy. your hips were bruised and your pace of rubbing jake and hoon's cock was fast, sliding off your palms. they get up to kneel on either side of your head, making you swallow jake's cock while stroking hoon's.

"you love it, don't you?" hoon's little smile looks hotter from below, watching your three best friends look down on you as they use you to shove their cock in- fuck, you feel jake's cock hardening as he continues to fuck your gummy walls.

it was getting overwhelming, fast.

the slapping of your pussy against jay's dick ramming into you, the creak of the bed, jake's sloppy cock popping in and out of your mouth- hoon's moans as you edge him,

and overall,

they're cumming to the sound of you enjoying it.

"princess, i'm cumming! fuck-" jay lulls his head back as he pumps hard shots into you. feeling his seed pump endless shots of jizz as it spills out, cock still hard.

"baby let me cum in your throat." jake couldn't help but shove it deeper until your saliva was white, filled with his creamy cum.

"gonna paint these breasts." hoon growls under his breath, making you feel his cock spurt out ropes of slick over your tits and waist.

"oh my god!" you moan, feeling their hunger not yet satisfied, you were instantly put on a cowgirl position, white dripping down your stomach and onto jake's who had settled you onto his cock. a slight stretch, you feel the relief right after the pain when you grind on it without warning. jake's sensitive tip is now experiencing colours- and his moans weren't afraid to show it, bucking his hips deeper while he watches you rub hoon and jay's tip against your cute titties.

"good fucking girl, riding me so well." jake fucks into you, grabbing your hips to stop you from grinding so he could just pump into you, you yelp crying- but jay and hoon encourage it, hold you as jake fucks you relentlessly, spitting into your mouth while your hole gets demolished. "you love jakey don't you?" he mocks your nickname for him, putting a thumb on your clit to circle. you reach your high within seconds, feeling jake's dick slide out, cum spilling out right after. a quick flash came up as jay couldn't help but save a pic. "fuck! my baby, you want more?"

different positions, different cocks, your kisses turned soft and sloppy, your body more doughy and fuckable everytime you're fuller.

"she'll get more." hoon plants your face into the bed. lining his tip. "b-baby-" you cry at them, no time to process whose even fucking you.

"baby, stay awake now." hoon grips your thighs before slapping his cock at your entrance, shoving it in while all you could do was moan and squeal relentlessly. hoon's fucking was meaner than jake's, his hips snapping while the rest watched, cum still leaking out of their tips.

"gonna fuck hoonie like you always do?" hoon slyly drags his words, fucking you faster while the bed creaks, earning dents and more problems to the wall. you couldn't help but bring your torso up to grip against the bedhead, and this gave jake the opportunity to slide his tip in, shoving it just a lil- stretching you. fuck. it felt so good, you couldn't help but moan so loud, jay had to shut you up by shoving his own overstimulated dick into your throat.

hoon's eyes roll back, feeling the heat of jake's member and your walls against his- and the sound of your cries. fuck they could listen to it all day. "fuck baby, cum!"

"i'm fucking cumming!" you let jay's cock pop out of your lips, and you scream, tits jiggling and your eyes rolling back as the high is hitting you harder than ever. "cum all over us." you squirt again, feeling their mixture of moans and groans of pleasure wash over you.

the silence was enough to kill.

the heaving of breaths, the bottom left bed leg? gone.

the dog tags, now hung around your thighs and neck like medals. "you're ours forever baby. ours." jay huffs.

you’re flat on your back, chest heaving, skin sticky with sweat. jay drapes across your shoulder, mouth pressed lazy against your collarbone. jake curled at your side, face buried against your ribs, chain still sliding up and down with each breath. hoon's knees gave in- sprawled on your stomach, his hand loose around your waist.

"i love you. each of you. all of you." you mutter, ruffling their hair with every ounce of your energy left. whatever part of your body their lips touched, they kissed in return- like a silent worship.

peaceful, their breaths. their pulse. the night. the sea. not giving a fuck that they had a lot of damage to pay.

"fuck. the owner is visiting to see the damage." jay runs his fingers through his hair, pointing at y/n with his other, "and seeing the current state of her, how the FUCK are we supposed to convince the guy we didn't do anything weird?"

jake groans from the floor, tugging the blanket over his head.

“damage? it’s not that bad-" the bedframe creaks loud, splintered.

“…okay maybe it’s bad.”

hoon’s dead silent, arms crossed, glaring at the floor like he’s trying not to say anything worse. then a knock came, leaving everyone to freeze. the door swings open. his figure loomed over the entire plan, while you and hoon securely held eachother, looking a bit away in shame. the owner of the bnb had dark eyes scanning the wreckage. broken lamp, tilted picture frame, sheets tangled across the floor.

his jaw tightens. silence.

jay opens his mouth, ready to beg.

“we can explain-"

“don’t bother,” the guy cuts him off, waving a hand.

his gaze slides past all three boys. it lands on you. lingering. you try hard to look away, but you watch as his eyes wonder, eyeing you up and down. "ma'am," he starts, watching your eyes waver as he leans against the doorframe. "nothing is too broken, don't worry." he starts, "here's my number for anything extra you need to show me, please, i don't mind unnecessary. and i mean anything unnecessary at all.."

his hand brings out a note, stapled with a phone number. "heeseung." he introduces himself cooly, looking one more time at you before leaving.

WOW. yall pls dont ask what possessed me. anyways.

perms!

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⟢ dirty secrets by @prkhaven ⋮ wc 28.2k ♯ smut, sister’s boyfriend!jake, inexperienced reader, forbidden love

⟢ sweet like candy by @bambiihee ⋮ wc 4k ♯ smut, friends to lovers, roommates, virgin!reader, experienced!jake

⟢ i don't wanna be just friends by @heejamas ⋮ wc 28k ♯ smut, friends to lovers, college au, pet play, extreme horniness

⟢ responsible guy by @heejamas ⋮ wc 13k ♯ smut, office au, coworkers to lovers, romcom, daddy kink

⟢ complementary pt.1 + pt.2 by @heegyukeluv ⋮ wc 27k + 13k ♯ smut, brother's best friend, tutor!jake

⟢ jake teasing reader by @jakeyswifeblog ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, brat tamer!jake, just pure smut

⟢ call me when you hate me less by @jaylaxies ⋮ wc 18.3k ♯ smut, angst, rich footballer jake, tutor!reader

⟢ chemistry pt.1 + pt.2 + pt.3 + ? by @starryjake ⋮ wc 11.5k + 6K + 4.8k ♯ smut, best friend's ex!jake, toxicity, angsty

⟢ clueless by @jaysbaefie ⋮ wc 11.7k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, hard dom!jake, oblivious reader

⟢ procrastination killer by @p2nyoreo ⋮ wc 3.6k ♯ smut, studdy buddies, sexy messy sex idk

⟢ the bet by @arlyxn ⋮ wc 16.8k ♯ smut, angsty, fluffy, inexperienced!reader x experienced!jake

sunghoon

⟢ inch by inch by @intromortal ⋮ wc 23.6k ♯ smut, brat tamer bick dick!sunghoon, overstimulation

niki

⟢ the neighbour and his cat by @enjakey ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, neighbours to lovers, niki has a kitty, very yummy couch scene

⟢ fuckboy!niki pt.1 + pt.2 by @enhani-ki ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, fuck boy niki tries to win you over

⟢ beg for it by @bimbobarbie4life ⋮ wc 7.6k ♯ smut, popular!reader x nerd!niki, mean dom!niki, tutoring, humiliation

⟢ student council president by @arlyxn ⋮ wc 10.9k ♯ smut, enemies to lovers, mean dom!niki, control and jealousy

·˚&TEAM

kei

⟢ neighbors by @starryjake ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, neighbours to lovers, divorced dilf!kei, daddy kink, honestly the only fic ever

⟢ break room by @starryjake ⋮ wc 8k ♯ smut, office au, cheating, coworkers to lovers

nicholas

⟢ intrigued and indulged by @nteamxdoor ⋮ wc 8.8k ♯ smut, strangers to lovers, bad boy!nicholas, college au

⟢ got your nails in my back by @wangweno ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, alpha werewolf!nicholas, knotting, sex in the forest

⟢ let us help by @pineappleonmyburger ⋮ wc 4.6k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bsf euijoo and friend nicholas

⟢ chew toy by @iclimbjungwon ⋮ wc 1.6k ♯ smut, daddy kink, oral fixation

⟢ like a drug by @subbyrua ⋮ wc 4.3k ♯ smut, fuck boy!nicho, angst, comfort, good ending

⟢ body like gossip by @ikeukiss ⋮ wc 7k ♯ smut, frat boy!nicholas, angsty, situationship to lovers

⟢ tails the gangsta by @st4rstudd3d ⋮ wc 1.5k ♯ smut, wolf hybrid!nicholas, breeding, knotting and...piss...

⟢ spin the bottle by @starryjake ⋮ wc 5k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bf!euijoo, mxm content

⟢ my moon, my man by @minhosimthings ⋮ wc 15k ♯ smut, princess!reader, knight!nicholas, themes of war, virginity loss

euijoo

⟢ needy by @lunegenic ⋮ wc 3k ♯ smut, established relationship, , needy!euijoo kitchen sex

⟢ just the two of us by @crdteezv ⋮ wc 4.3k ♯ smut, husband!euijoo, teasing

⟢ not like that by @joojeans ⋮ wc 14k ♯ smut, university au, dubcon, reader is hard to get

⟢ after party by @shyxcherry ⋮ wc 3k ♯ smut, frat boy!euijoo, established relationship, jealousy, slightly toxic euijjoo

⟢ poor girl by @starryjake ⋮ wc ??k ♯ smut, sick reader, praising, finger sucking

⟢ let us help by @pineappleonmyburger ⋮ wc 4.6k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bsf euijoo and friend nicholas

⟢ spin the bottle by @starryjake ⋮ wc 5k ♯ smut, nichojoo threesome, bf!euijoo, mxm content

maki

⟢ naughty nights for niceness by @danisofair ⋮ wc 2.8k ♯ smut, hard dom maki, bratty!reader

⟢ fighter by @lunegenic ⋮ wc 4k ♯ smut, major flirt!maki, boxing, car sex

·˚RIIZE

shotaro

⟢ pretty girl discount by @01zfan ⋮ wc 4.9k ♯ smut, plug!shotaro, backshots

⟢ a simple favor by @abriizeyday ⋮ wc ?? ♯ smut, handyman!shotaro, neighbours, possible switch!shotaro?

anton

⟢ always yours by @imsosoheee ⋮ wc 4.8k ♯ smut, long distance bf!anton, angst, emotional make up sex

·˚TXT

soobin

⟢ distraction by @calumcxke ⋮ wc 9.1k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, reader is scared of thunder, rough comfort sex

⟢ midnight spirit by @filmsbyun ⋮ wc 17k ♯ smut, strangers to lovers, festival guide!soobin, mutual pining, lantern festival

⟢ chapter seven by @monoceros-in-ink ⋮ wc 10k ♯ smut, puppy hybrid!reader, heat, overstimulation, cum play

⟢ dream team? more like cream team by @st4rstudd3d ⋮ wc 1k ♯ smut, best friends to lovers, confession, dry humping, cumming in pants

(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) these were just some fics i have saved in my notes app lol :p i will keep updating this list! i couldn't include everything since i can't find some users anymore sadly :( i will soon add recs for james as well! keep coming back to see my updates if you wanna :3

NOTE ➤ each chapter member will probably have between 10-15 chapters of their own. if asking to be tagged, make sure your settings allow for it! will refresh the two taglists after each chapter/member is finished.

  𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.ᐟ  ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡

 ✦ 𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 ──  fun facts .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS ➤ jake is a chill guy trying to live a chill life but his little bubble of comfort is popped when a number he doesn't recognize starts texting him. no introductions, no explanations— just weird and obscure fun facts from a bizarrely cute stranger.

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘'𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥  ──  𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘.

 ✦ 𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 ──  panic dial .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS ➤ a year ago, heeseung wrote jake’s number on a club wall in a drunken stupor. when jake retaliates by pasting his number on a random bathroom door in their university, he must deal with the chaos that comes from a schoolmate in need.

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚'𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥  ──  TBA.

 ✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 ──  anon alert .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS ➤ sunghoon received a text from an unfamiliar number anonymously tipping him to his girlfriend’s cheating ways. it would have been helpful— except for the fact that sunghoon is single as fuck. but that won’t stop him from playing along anyway.

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥  ──  TBA.

 ✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 ──  diary entry .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS ➤ in a fit of jealousy of his friends who found love through their text-mates, jay wrote his number on a paper airplane. he wasn’t expecting someone to actually see it, and he certainly wasn’t expecting the receiver to start treating his number like their personal diary.

𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗝𝗔𝗬'𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥  ──  TBA.

꒰ from ! 🐰 yan ꒱⠀⠀i swore to myself i'd only write jake's but i had so many ideas in the wip chamber that i decided to tweak them for this series anyway for my 1k milestone ! would love to get feedback via asks / replies ! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

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You had to. 

There was no universe where you posted that bikini photo, the one where the teal fabric clung to your tits like it was painted on, water droplets rolling down your collarbone, sun making your skin glow like something divine, and didn't know what it would do to him. 

Heeseung had been the first person to like it. Three seconds after it went up. He reshared it to his story with a black heart emoji and nobody understood why. His friends thought it was sweet. His followers assumed it was a casual boyfriend thing. But they didn't know that his hand was already down his sweatpants when he did it, that his cock was achingly hard and leaking against his palm, that the black heart was a coded message: I'm losing my fucking mind.

Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. He counted. He wasn't proud of it.

The first two days were manageable. 

You sent him good morning texts with selfies, soft, sleepy, your hair messy and pillow creases on your cheek, and he could handle that. He'd smile at his phone like an idiot, type something disgusting like "you're so cute," and go about his day. But by day three, the photos started arriving. Not the public ones, those were a different kind of torture that he'd scroll through obsessively, zooming in on the curve of your waist, the glimpse of your thighs, the way your lips wrapped around that cocktail straw. 

No, the private ones were what broke him.

The first was innocent enough. You were changing after the beach, and you sent a mirror selfie from the hotel bathroom — your damp hair, a white shirt that was slightly see-through from the moisture, clinging to the shape of your breasts, nipples pressing faintly against the fabric, and a pair of black panties underneath. That was it. Just that. You added a caption: "oops, forgot u were on read 🫩" and he stopped breathing for a full five seconds.

He screenshotted it. He hated himself for it. He screenshotted it and then he stared at it for twenty minutes, thumb hovering over the call button, cock throbbing in his jeans, and he didn't call because he knew if he heard your voice right then he'd say something pathetic. Something like “please come home” or “I need you so bad it's making me sick” or “I've been hard for three hours and I can't make it stop.”

So he jerked off instead. Right there on the couch, phone in one hand, cock in the other, scrolling through your story, pausing on every frame where your body was visible. 

He came embarrassingly fast, under two minutes, with a broken sound that was half moan, half whine, hips bucking up into his fist, and when it was over he felt worse. Not better. Worse. Because his hand wasn't your hand, wasn't your mouth, wasn't your body, and his own orgasm felt like a consolation prize compared to what he actually wanted.

He cleaned up and stared at the ceiling and missed you so much it felt like a physical wound.

Day four was when you sent the photo. He'd later think of it that way, with reverential dread, the way people talk about natural disasters that ruin their lives.

It was a full body shot. You were wearing his black shorts, the ones that were baggy on you, the ones you'd stolen from his drawer before you left, the ones that had to be pinned at the back with a safety pin because they wouldn't stay up. They were slung low on your hips, and he could see the edge of your panties sticking out from underneath, pale pink, a thin strip of lace, the kind you wore when you wanted to feel pretty and not when you wanted to be practical. 

Above the waistband, your bare stomach, your navel, and then just a bra, black, simple, pushing your breasts up in a way that made his mouth water. And your hand. Your hand was on your breast, fingers splayed, cupping it through the fabric, and you were looking at the camera with this expression that knowing. It was cruel. You knew what this would do to him. You were doing it on purpose.

His favorite. His absolute favorite. He saved it, he screenshotted it, he sent it to his hidden album, and then he put his phone down and pressed his palms against his eyes and breathed through the wave of arousal that hit him so hard it made his vision blur.

you're wearing my shorts 🤨

That's what he texted you. That's all he could manage.

yeahhh 😿they smell like u & imy already 🙁i sleep in them every night, you sent back. 

He threw his phone across the couch.

Then he picked it back up, because of course he did.

Day five, you sent nudes. Not even strategically angled ones, real ones, the kind that left nothing to imagination. You were changing, you said, and you just had to show him. Your breasts, bare, your nipples peaked from the air conditioning, one arm stretched out holding the phone, the other covering just enough to be teasing but not enough to hide anything. A second photo: your back, arched, looking over your shoulder, the curve of your ass in those white panties, the dip of your spine, and he could see the strap marks from your bikini, tan lines that made him want to trace them with his tongue.

He sent a voicemail back. He couldn't type. He couldn't form words. So he hit record, and the sound that came out of him was filthy. He was jerking himself off, fast and wet, and he didn't even try to be quiet about it. 

He let you hear everything: the slick sound of his fist, the desperate little "hah, hah" of his breathing, the whine that built in his throat, the way he said your name like a prayer and a curse at the same time. "Fuck, baby, I—I need you so bad, I can't—"and then he came, mid-sentence, with a broken moan that cracked at the end, and the voicemail ended with him panting, shaky, barely audible: "Please come home."

You sent back a voice note of your own. Just your voice, breathy and amused: "Aww. Poor baby." And then, softer, almost tender: "Four more days. You can last four more days, right?"

He couldn't. He really, truly couldn't.

Day six, the sexting happened. It started with a check-in, him asking if you'd eaten, if you were staying hydrated, if you were wearing sunscreen, and somehow, inevitably, it derailed. You told him you'd been thinking about him on the beach. About how the water felt, cold and slippery against your skin, and how you wished it was his hands instead. How you'd touched yourself in the shower that morning and imagined it was him, imagined him pressing you against the tile, imagined his mouth on your neck, his fingers inside you.

He was hard before you finished the second message.

"I want to eat you out so bad," he typed, not even caring how desperate he sounded. "I want to put my mouth on you and not stop until you're crying."

"You want to make me cry?"

"I want to make you feel so good you can't help it. I want to taste you. I want—I want—" He couldn't finish. He was too busy coming again, cock pulsing in his grip, spurting over his knuckles, and he hadn't even been looking at anything. Just the words on his screen. Just the thought of you. He came from reading a text message. 

Heeseung, twenty-five years old, who prided himself on at least a little stamina, came from words on a screen like a fucking teenager, and he groaned through it, jaw clenched, and thought: I am so, so fucked.

Day seven, the last day, he didn't even touch himself. He just lay in bed and stared at your photos and throbbed. His cock was so hard it ached, flushed and angry and leaking, and he didn't wrap his hand around it because he knew it would be over in seconds and he'd feel even emptier afterward. He just let himself suffer. He let the want build until it was a living thing in his chest, a hollow hunger that no amount of his own touch could fill.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow you'd be home.

He didn't sleep.

You walked through the door at exactly 4:47 PM, and Heeseung was already standing in the hallway like he'd been waiting there for hours, which he had been, since you'd texted him your flight landed, since you'd texted him you were in the cab, since you'd texted him you were five minutes away. 

He was wearing his grey sweatpants and an oversized black t-shirt and his hair was messy and he looked like he hadn't slept in a week, and the look on his face when he saw you—

It was hunger. Pure, unfiltered, desperate hunger.

And you looked so fucking good. That was the thing. You knew you did. You'd changed at the airport, into the tiniest denim shorts you owned, the ones that barely covered the bottom curve of your ass, the ones that rode up when you walked. A white tank top, thin enough that the outline of your bikini top was visible underneath, thin enough that if you took that off there would be nothing between your nipples and the fabric but air. Your skin was tanned and glowing and you smelled like coconut and sunlight and he was on you before you even set your suitcase down.

"I missed you," he breathed against your mouth, and then he was kissing you, hands everywhere, your waist, your hips, sliding down to grip your ass through those ridiculous shorts, and he was already hard. You could feel him against your thigh, thick and hot, and he was pressing into you like he couldn't help it, like his body was moving on autopilot, chasing contact.

"I missed you too, baby," you murmured against his lips, and you felt him shiver at the endearment. Your hands came up to card through his hair, and you tugged, just a gentle pull, just enough to tilt his head back, and his breath caught audibly. A small, broken sound that went straight between your legs.

Heeseung, your boyfriend, your pathetic, beautiful, desperate boy, was already trembling.

"Let me—can I—" He couldn't finish a sentence. His hands were shaking where they gripped your waist. He was looking at you with those big, dark eyes, pupils blown so wide the brown was barely visible, and there was a flush creeping up his neck, staining his cheeks pink. "Please. I need—it's been a week and I can't—"

"Can't what?" you asked, and your voice was low and teasing, a dangerous lilt that made his cock twitch. You knew exactly what he couldn't do. You wanted to hear him say it.

"I can't think about anything except you," he said, and his voice cracked on the word you, cracked like he was about to cry, and god, that did something to you. "I've been—I've been so hard, all week, and my hand isn't enough, and I keep coming but it doesn't help, and I—"

"Shh," you said, and you pressed your thumb to his lower lip, and his mouth fell open instantly, pliant and willing, and his tongue darted out to wet the pad of your thumb and you felt a pulse of heat between your thighs. "I'm here now. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

He nodded frantically, your thumb still on his lips, and he looked so pretty like this — desperate and flushed and hanging on your every word.

You pulled his hair again, harder this time, and he moaned. Actually moaned, loud and shameless, head tipping back to expose the long line of his throat, and you took the opportunity to bite his neck, not gently, not a love bite, a real bite, teeth sinking into the muscle, and he bucked against you with a sound that was dangerously close to a whimper.

"Bedroom," you said. 

Heeseung was on the bed before you finished the word, sitting on the edge, looking up at you with those wide, eager eyes, and you stood between his spread legs and looked down at him and felt powerful. You felt powerful alright. This boy, this beautiful, needy, pathetic boy, was literally shaking with want for you, and you'd barely touched him.

You reached down and took off your tank top, slow, dragging it up your body, and his eyes tracked the movement like he was hypnotized. Underneath was the bikini top, teal, the same one from the photo, the one he'd jerked off to four times. Your breasts were spilling out of it, the fabric barely containing them, and he made a sound — not a word, just a noise, like all the air had been punched out of him.

"You like this one?" you asked, running a finger along the edge of the fabric, pushing your breast up slightly. "You seemed to. You watched the story it was in about forty times."

"I—" His voice was raw. "I lost count."

"Take off your shirt."

He ripped it off so fast the seams made a sound, and his chest was heaving, skin flushed pink from his collarbones to his stomach, and you could see the tent in his sweatpants, could see the dark spot of precum soaking through the grey fabric. He was leaking. Just from this. Just from you standing in front of him in a bikini top.

"You're already making a mess," you observed, and you reached down and ran a single finger along the length of his cock through his pants, feather-light, and he jerked like he'd been electrocuted. His hips chased your hand the moment you pulled away, thrusting up into empty air, and he let out a whine that was so pitiful, so utterly desperate, that you felt your own arousal pulse, hot and slick, between your legs.

"Please touch me," he begged. "Please, I need—"

"In a minute." You unbuttoned your shorts and shimmied them down your legs, and underneath were the black panties. The ones from the mirror photo. The see-through ones. And he was staring at them like he was having a religious experience, mouth open, breath ragged, and you could see his cock twitch in his pants, could see another pulse of precum darken the fabric.

"Remember these?" You turned around slowly, letting him see the back, the sheer fabric clinging to the curve of your ass, the lace trim riding up just slightly, and you looked over your shoulder at him and bit your lip. "You came so hard to this picture. I heard the voicemail, baby. You sounded so pathetic. So needy. Were you that desperate for me?"

"Yes," he choked out. "Yes, I was—I am—please—"

You turned back around and stepped closer, close enough that if he leaned forward his face would be inches from your body, and you reached behind yourself and unclasped the bikini top. It fell away, and your breasts were bare, nipples hard from the cool air and from the way he was looking at you, like he was starving and you were the first meal he'd seen in a week.

He lunged forward, mouth open, aiming for your breast, and you grabbed his hair and pulled him back.

"Did I say you could touch?"

The sound he made was devastating. A sob, cut off halfway, and his eyes were wet, actually wet, glassy with unshed tears, and his lower lip was trembling, and he looked so wrecked, so utterly desperate, that for a moment you almost caved. Almost. But you wanted to draw this out. You wanted to make it good.

"Tell me what you want," you said.

"I want—I want to taste you." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I want to put my mouth on you. I want—gosh, I want to eat you out so bad, I've been thinking about it all week, thinking about how you'd sound, how you'd feel on my tongue, and I—"

"Then do it."

He didn't need to be told twice. 

His hands grabbed your hips and he pulled you forward and pressed his face between your legs, mouth against your pussy through the sheer fabric of your panties, and you felt the heat of his breath, the desperate slide of his tongue against the wet material. He was moaning into you, actual moans, vibrating against your clit, and the fabric was getting wetter, your wetness, his saliva, the barrier between his tongue and you becoming translucent with moisture.

"Take them off," you said, breathless, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband and dragged them down so fast the lace scratched against your thighs, and then his mouth was on you, bare, and—

Fuck. 

He was good at this. He'd always been good at this, enthusiastic and sloppy and absolutely relentless, but today, after a week of wanting, a week of desperate late-night phone calls and photos and voicemails, he ate you out like he was dying. His tongue was everywhere, broad strokes through your folds, pointed flicks against your clit, and then he sucked your clit into his mouth and you gasped and your hand flew to his hair and pulled and he whimpered against you, the vibration making your knees buckle.

"Shit, baby—"

He looked up at you from between your thighs, lips swollen and glistening, chin wet, eyes glassy and pleading, and he didn't stop, he kept licking, kept sucking, kept making those small, desperate sounds against your body, and you could feel his hips rutting against the edge of the mattress, grinding against nothing, chasing friction because he was so turned on he couldn't help it.

You pushed him back, and he made a sound of protest, raw and bereft, but you were climbing onto the bed, straddling his face, and then you lowered yourself onto his mouth and he grabbed your thighs and held you there and devoured you. 

His tongue was inside you, then on your clit, then inside again, and he was making sounds like he was the one being eaten out, little muffled whimpers and moans, and you were grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure, and you felt it building, that tight coil in your abdomen, and—

"I'm going—fuck, baby, I’m going to come on your face," you told him, and he doubled his efforts, tongue working your clit in fast, tight circles, and you came with a cry, thighs clamping around his head, body arching, and he kept going, kept licking you through it, kept moaning like your orgasm was his own, and when you finally pulled away, shaking, he was gasping for air and his chin was drenched and he was looking up at you with absolute, total devotion.

"Good boy," you murmured, and he shuddered. Actually shuddered, full-body, and you felt his cock jerk where it pressed against your thigh through his sweatpants. "You made me feel so good. You always do."

"Please," he whispered, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Just one, sliding from the corner of his eye, and he didn't seem to notice it. "Please, I need—I need to be inside you, I need—"

"Not yet." You climbed off his face and positioned yourself beside him, and you reached down and palmed his cock through his sweatpants, and he arched off the bed with a strangled cry. The fabric was soaked. Not just damp, soaked, a huge dark patch of precum, and you could feel how hard he was, how thick and hot and desperate, and you squeezed gently and his entire body seized.

"You're so wet," you said, rubbing your palm over the head through the fabric, spreading the moisture, and he was twitching uncontrollably, hips jerking up into your hand. "You've been leaking all day, haven't you? Just thinking about me coming home?"

"All week," he corrected, voice breaking. "All week, I've been—"

"Take this off."

He shoved his sweatpants down, kicked them off, and his cock sprang free, flushed dark, the head an angry red, slick with precum that was dripping down the shaft in a steady stream. He was so hard, veins prominent, twitching in the open air, and you wrapped your hand around the base and his whole body spasmed.

"Ah—fuck, fuck—"

You stroked him once, slow, from base to tip, spreading his precum, and his head fell back against the pillows and his mouth fell open and the sound that came out of him was barely human. You stroked him again, and he was already close, you could tell, his thighs trembling, stomach clenching, and you tightened your grip just slightly and twisted on the upstroke and he screamed.

Not a moan. A scream. Raw and desperate and overwhelmed, and his hips were bucking up into your fist, chasing the sensation, and you could feel him throbbing in your hand, getting close, getting—

You let go.

He sobbed. Actually sobbed, chest heaving, cock bobbing in the air, flushed and leaking and so close to the edge that a single touch would have sent him over, and tears were streaming down his face now, not just one but two wet tracks down his cheeks, and he was looking at you with the most destroyed expression you'd ever seen on another human being.

"Why—" his voice cracked, shattered, "why did you stop—"

"Because I want to do something else first." You shifted, repositioned, and you wrapped your hand around him again and leaned down and took the head of his cock into your mouth.

The sound he made was not a word. It was not a moan. It was something between a gasp and a wail, and his hands flew to your hair, not pushing, just holding, fingers tangling in the strands, and his whole body was trembling like a live wire. 

You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting him, and then you sank down, taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and he was falling apart above you.

"Oh god, oh god, oh—your mouth, your mouth feels so—I'm going to—I'm going to come, I can't—"

You pulled off with a slick pop and squeezed the base of his cock, hard, and he yelled, and the orgasm that had been building was throttled, stopped just short of the peak, and he was crying openly now, tears running freely, lower lip caught between his teeth, and the sounds coming out of him were sobs and whimpers and fragmented syllables that might have been your name.

"Please let me come," he begged, and his voice was so raw, so ruined, that you felt a rush of wetness between your own thighs. "Please, I can't—it hurts, I need to come so bad, please—"

"I know, baby," you murmured, and you stroked his hair back from his forehead, gentle now, tender, and he leaned into your touch like a touch-starved animal. "I know it hurts. You've been so good for me. So patient and all. Let me make you feel better."

You reached between your legs with your free hand, you were soaking, absolutely drenched, your fingers sliding through your folds with no resistance, and you touched yourself while you stroked him, and the dual sensation made you both groan. You rubbed your clit in slow circles while you jerked him off, and you were so turned on from watching him fall apart, from the power of having this beautiful, desperate boy at your mercy, that you were already close to another orgasm.

"You want to know a secret?" you asked, voice low and sultry, and he blinked up at you through tear-blurred eyes. "I touched myself thinking about you too. On the trip. In the hotel room. I'd look at the photos you sent—your voice notes, those sounds you made—and I'd fuck myself with my fingers and pretend it was you."

He twitched violently in your hand, and a fresh wave of precum spilled over your fingers.

"I'd come so hard, baby," you continued, squeezing him, stroking faster, your other hand working your own clit in matching rhythm. "But it wasn't enough. My fingers aren't your cock. My fingers aren't you. I needed you just as bad as you needed me."

"I needed you more," he gasped, and it was so pathetic, so utterly heartfelt, that you felt your orgasm crash into you without warning, your body seizing, cunt clenching around nothing, and you moaned loud and long, and the sound of your pleasure pushed him right to the edge again and this time you didn't stop.

You felt the moment he broke. 

His cock pulsed once, twice, and then he was coming, thick ropes of cum spurting over your hand, over his stomach, and he was crying out, sounds, raw and broken and overwhelmed, and his whole body was arching off the bed, and the tears were flowing freely now, mixing with the sweat on his face, and you kept stroking him through it, kept your hand moving, and he kept coming, more than you'd ever seen from him, spurt after spurt, and you realized he was still hard. Still hard and still coming and his body didn't know when to stop because it had been wound so tight for so long that the release was overflowing.

"Stop, stop, it's too much—" he sobbed, and you let go, and he lay there, wrecked, chest heaving, cum splattered across his stomach and your hand, tears on his face, and his cock was still hard, still flushed and twitching, and you knew one orgasm wasn't going to be enough. Not after a week. Not after all that buildup.

"That's one," you said, and you brought your cum-covered hand to your lips and licked a stripe up your palm, tasting him, and his eyes went impossibly wide and his spent cock actually jerked back to full attention. "You've got more in you, don't you?"

He nodded, wordless, still crying, and you thought he'd never looked more beautiful.

You stripped off your panties, the last remaining piece of clothing on your body, and you straddled his waist, and you felt his cum between your bodies, slick and warm against your stomach, and you didn't care. You wanted to be messy. You wanted this to be filthy. You wanted him to remember what it felt like when you finally, finally gave him what he'd been begging for.

"I'm going to ride you now," you told him, and you saw the hope bloom in his eyes, the desperate, grateful hope, and you leaned down and kissed him, properly kissed him, tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips from when he'd gone down on you, and he kissed back frantically, hands coming up to cup your face, and he was making small sounds into your mouth, little whimpers and sighs, and you could feel his cock pressing against your ass, hot and hard and still leaking.

You reached behind you and positioned him at your entrance, and you sank down, just the tip, just the head, and you both groaned. He was big, you'd forgotten, in a week, just how big, how the stretch of him made your walls flutter and clench, and he was so sensitive from his first orgasm that the mere sensation of your heat around the head of his cock had him whimpering, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.

"More," he gasped. "Please, more—"

You sank down, slow, torturous, and you watched his face as you did, the way his eyes rolled back, the way his jaw dropped, the way his breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. When you bottomed out, when he was fully inside you, you paused, and you felt him throbbing, felt every twitch and pulse, and you clenched around him deliberately and he sobbed.

"Don't—please—if you do that, fuck—I'll—"

"You'll what? Come again?" You clenched harder, and he cried out, hands scrabbling at your hips. "That's the point, baby. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel it. I've been thinking about this all week—your cock inside me, filling me up, making me yours again."

More tears fell, and you realized he wasn't crying from sadness or from pain. He was crying from feeling. From the overwhelming intensity of finally, finally having you, finally being inside you, after a week of his own inadequate hand and your cruel, beautiful photos. He was crying because it felt too good to process. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm—"

You started to move. Slow at first, a grinding roll of your hips that pressed his cock against your front wall, against that spot that made your vision blur, and you braced your hands on his chest and rolled your hips and watched him fall apart beneath you. He was gone. Completely gone. His head was thrown back, throat exposed, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed convulsively, and his hands were on your hips, holding on. Holding on like you were the only solid thing in a world that was spinning too fast.

"Faster," he begged. "Please, faster, harder—"

You obeyed. You lifted your hips and slammed back down, and the sound that rang out was so obscene that he yelled, and you did it again, and again, setting a brutal pace, riding him hard, and the angle was perfect, the pressure on your clit from the base of his dick, the stretch of him inside you, and you were already close again, already feeling that coil tightening.

"Touch me," you commanded, and his hands flew to your breasts, squeezing, thumbs rolling over your nipples, and you moaned and threw your head back and bounced on his cock harder, and he was meeting your thrusts now, hips snapping up to meet you, and the wet slap of your bodies was the filthiest, most beautiful sound in the world.

"You feel so good," he gasped, voice raw and destroyed. "You feel so fucking good, I can't—I'm not going to last—"

"Then don't." You leaned down and bit his earlobe, then whispered against the shell of his ear: "Come inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel it dripping out of me for the rest of the night."

He shattered. His back arched off the bed, his fingers dug bruises into your hips, and he came with a sound that was closer to a scream than a moan, long, drawn-out, broken in the middle by a sob, and you felt it, felt the pulse of his cock inside you, felt the heat of his cum flooding you, and it pushed you over the edge too, your orgasm ripping through you, cunt clenching and fluttering around him, milking every last drop, and you collapsed against his chest and both of you were shaking, trembling, crying — the hell, when had you started crying?

You didn't know, but your bodies were tangled together and it was too much, everything was too much, in the best possible way.

You lay there for a long moment, catching your breath, his cock softening inside you, and you felt the trickle of his cum leaking out around the seal of your bodies, and he was still sniffling, still trembling, and you pressed kisses to his jaw, his cheek, his tear-streaked face, and he turned into your touch like a flower toward the sun.

But this was the thing about Heeseung, you shifted your hips slightly, and you felt it. Still half-hard. Twitching. Recovering. And you knew, with a rush of heat between your legs, that he wasn't done.

Neither were you.

"Baby," you murmured against his ear, and you felt him shiver. "You still want more?"

"I always want more," he whispered, and his voice was wrecked, hoarse from crying and moaning, and the honesty in it made your cunt clench around his half-hard cock and he hissed. "I always want you. It’ll never be enough."

"You’re too greedy, no? How can someone be that greedy," you teased, and you bit your lip and looked down at him through your lashes, and his eyes darkened.

"Only for you."

You lifted your hips and let him slip out. You saw the mess, his cum and yours, smeared across his stomach and yours, and you reached down and ran your fingers through it, and you brought them to his lips, and he opened his mouth without hesitation, sucking your fingers clean, tongue swirling around the digits, and his cock, which had been softening, jerked back to full hardness.

"Dirty boy," you murmured, and he flushed darker, and you saw the conflict on his face, shame and arousal warring behind his eyes, and arousal won, as it always did with him. "You like being dirty for me, don't you?"

"I like being anything for you," he said, and it was the most sincere thing anyone had ever said to you.

You turned around. You positioned yourself on your hands and knees, and you looked over your shoulder at him, and you stuck your tongue out, just a little, just a tease, the way you knew drove him insane, and you wiggled your hips and said: "Then come prove it."

He was behind you in a second. His hands gripped your ass, spreading you open, and you felt his gaze on you, on your pussy, still dripping with his cum, still puffy and flushed from your orgasms, and he groaned, low and hungry, and you felt his cock press against your entrance.

"Wait," you said, and he froze instantly, ever obedient, ever desperate to please. "I want you to eat me out first. Again. I want your tongue inside me again. Then you can fuck me."

He didn't hesitate. His face was between your legs again, tongue sliding through your folds, tasting both of you and he moaned against you like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. His tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with it, and you could feel his cum dripping onto his tongue, and he was swallowing it, swallowing everything, and the obscenity of it had you pushing back against his face, grinding, chasing more.

"Such a good boy," you gasped, and he whimpered into you, and you felt fresh tears, his tears this time, wetting the inside of your thighs as they fell, and the vulnerability of it, the raw submission, had you hurtling toward another orgasm. "My good boy. Only mine. Nobody else gets to see you like this, nobody else gets to have you—"

"Only you," he confirmed against your body, the words muffled by your pussy, vibrating against your clit. "Only you, only you, only—"

You came on his tongue, again, thighs shaking, and he held you up and licked you through it and when you finally pulled away you were boneless and trembling and he was looking at you with those red-rimmed, tear-stained, absolutely wrecked eyes, cock jutting out from his body, hard as steel, and you felt a rush of tenderness so fierce it almost hurt.

"Come here," you said softly, and you turned onto your back and opened your arms, and he crawled up your body and kissed you, and you tasted yourself and him on his tongue, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him into you in one fluid motion.

He sank to the hilt and you both gasped, and this time it was slower, not the frantic, desperate pace of before, but something deeper. He was moving in long, grinding strokes, hitting every sensitive spot inside you, and his forehead was pressed against yours, and you could see his eyes up close, overflowing with feeling, and you cupped his face and brushed the tears away with your thumbs and he turned his head to kiss your palm.

"I love you," he whispered, and his voice broke on love, broke open like he couldn't contain it, and you pulled his hair and he moaned and you bit your lip and he watched your mouth like it was the center of the universe.

"I love you more," you said, and then you tightened your legs around his waist and rolled your hips and he made a sound that was half sob, half moan, and you swallowed it with a kiss.

He fucked you slower but deeper, each thrust deliberate, purposeful, hitting that spot that made your breath catch, and you could feel another orgasm building, your fourth, his third, and this one felt different, bigger, like something immense was gathering at the base of your spine, and you broke the kiss and gasped against his mouth.

"I'm close," you warned, and he nodded, and his pace increased, hips snapping faster, and he was hitting so deep, so perfect, and you were clenching around him, and he was groaning with every thrust, and—

"I'm—I can't—" He was crying again, silent tears streaming, and his face was scrunched up in an expression that was almost pain, almost pleasure, something in between that was too intense to name. "I'm going to—again—"

"Do it," you commanded. "Come with me. Now."

You clenched around him and his mouth fell open in a silent scream, and you felt him pulse inside you, felt the heat of his cum, and that triggered your own orgasm, this one different, deeper, your whole body shaking, cunt clenching rhythmically around him, and you were both crying, both gasping, both clinging to each other like you were the only two people in the world, and he was still thrusting through it, shallow and twitching, and you could feel the overstimulation making him shake, making his breath come in hitches and hiccups, and he collapsed against you, full body weight pressing you into the mattress, and you held him and he sobbed against your neck.

"I'm sorry," he wept, and you could feel his tears hot against your skin. "I can't stop crying, I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize," you said, and your own voice was thick, wavering. "Don't you dare apologize. That was—you were perfect. You're always perfect."

He lifted his head and looked at you, face blotchy and wet and so, so beautiful, and you kissed his eyelids, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and he smiled, and you felt your heart crack open in your chest.

"You're mine," you told him, and it wasn't a question.

"Yours," he agreed, and he buried his face in your neck and breathed you in, and you felt his cock twitch one last time inside you, and you both laughed, the sound of it echoing off the walls of your shared apartment, your home, the place where you belonged, together, tangled up in each other and the mess you'd made.

Later, much later, after showers and water bottles and the kind of gentle, exploratory touching that was less about arousal and more about reassurance, you lay tangled in bed together, your head on his chest, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder.

"I have a confession," he said quietly.

"More confessions? After all that?"

"I screenshot every photo you sent. Even the ones from your public story. I have a whole album."

You laughed, bright and surprised. "I know. I can see your screenshots."

He groaned, covering his face with his free hand. "Fuck, that's so embarrassing."

"That's so hot," you corrected, and you bit his chest playfully, and he squirmed. "I love that you were that desperate for me. I love that I had you on a chokehold."

"You always have me on a chokehold," he muttered, and there was no heat in it, just fact. Just the simple, unvarnished truth. "You could wear a garbage bag and I'd still be hard for you in three seconds."

"Ew, that's so… disgusting and romantic and I'm going to think about it every time I miss you."

"Don't go anywhere for a while," he said, and his voice was small, and when you looked up at him his eyes were earnest and vulnerable and still slightly red from crying. "Please."

You reached up and stroked his hair, and he melted into the touch, and you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"I'm not going anywhere," you promised. "I just got back to you."

He pulled you closer, tighter, like he could fold you into himself and keep you there permanently, and you let him. You let him cling and you clung back, because the truth, the truth that neither of you said out loud but both of you knew, was that the desperation went both ways. You'd sent those photos on purpose, sure, but not just to tease. You'd sent them because you needed him to want you. You needed to feel wanted from five hundred miles away. You needed proof that the ache was mutual.

And it was. God, it was.

"I'm already hard again," he mumbled against your hair, and you felt the evidence pressing against your thigh, and you laughed again, incredulous, fond, so deeply in love it made your chest hurt.

"What a weirdo," you accused.

"Only for you," he said, and it was the second time he'd said it tonight, and you believed it completely.

You rolled on top of him and pinned his wrists to the pillow and leaned down and whispered against his lips: "Then let's go again."

And his eyes lit up, bright, eager, desperate, yours, and he said:

"Please."

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The next day, curiosity gets the best of you and you want to know what the new neighbor of yours looks like. Purposefully leaving some leftovers from last night’s takeout with Jake, you knock on the door with the tupperware in your hands. He takes a while to open the door, and you think that maybe he wasn’t home and prepare yourself to leave in humiliation but the door suddenly swings open, and your mouth feels dry. 

“Hi?” Sunghoon says in a questioningly manner, head tilted to the side as you stare at him dumbfoundedly. He’s much cuter than you expected, and you curse Jake in your head for not telling you ahead of time that this guy is definitely your type. Jake, of all people, knows what your type is, and you assume he chose to not tell you on purpose so that you’d make a fool out of yourself. 

You blink, slowly extending the tupperware of leftovers towards him. “I, um, I’m your neighbor, live right across from you. I had these leftovers, and thought I’d introduce myself to you, but I didn’t have anything else to give you and I can’t come empty handed.” You thought he’d give you a weird look, because why in the world would you give him your leftovers? Not even some homemade cookies or something?, but instead he takes the tupperware out of your hands and gives you a slight bow to show his gratitude. 

“Cool, now I have something to eat for dinner other than instant ramen,” he says with a cheeky grin, and you think you might die; he’s so cute. The next thing you don’t expect is that he invites you in so that he could repay the favor, to which you insist that he really doesn’t have to, but who are you to deny a cute boy who wants you over at his place!

It’s 2:53am when you get back to your own apartment, and you immediately dial Jake to tell you about your time with the new guy, to which you have learned that his name is Sunghoon. Of course, when you call, Jake answers, so within two rings, despite it being in the middle of the night, he answers with a groggy “what’s up?” 

You're high on adrenaline because of your newly developed crush on your neighbor and spending, basically, half of the night with him talking. “Oh my gosh, you won’t believe what just happened!” Before Jake can even guess or say anything, you’re already explaining your night with Sunghoon and the conversations that you two had. Jake’s half listening, still blinking his eyes open from the deep sleep that was interrupted and also because he can’t ignore this bad feeling in his gut, he feels like he might be sick as you continue to laugh and giggle to yourself over something stupid Sunghoon said. But the sick feeling easily goes away because your voice soothes him, and he feels himself snooze back to sleep.

“Jake? Hello?” You check your volume on your phone to make sure that it was up, but then a soft snore ensures that your volume is up. You smile to yourself, laying down on your bed as you set your phone beside your pillow. “G’night Jake,” you say in a soft murmur, leaving the call to run until morning.

-

You’re convinced that Jake and Sunghoon would make great friends, but for some reason Jake is reluctant over meeting him, which you considered odd since Jake loves meeting new people. 

“But why not? I’ll come up with some excuse as to why we have to leave if you don’t like him! But I think that’s highly unlikely…” You try your best to egg him on, but he scrunches up his nose as if he was grimacing. You sigh, slipping off the couch and getting onto your knees, perfectly in between his manspread thighs as you plead with your hands interlaced together. 

Jake’s eyes widen, suddenly squirmish as he bursts out a “O-Okay Okay! I will meet Sunghoon, jeez.” Why are you so adamant on him meeting Sunghoon? 

-

You make a realization after Jake and Sunghoon’s first meeting– Jake’s a liar. 

“He’s alright,” Jake says with a mere shrug, acting all unbothered as if he didn’t just spend the last two hours laughing his ass off at Sunghoon’s silly dad jokes. “You only like him because you’re bored, you’re looking for entertainment.” You feign a hurt gasp, hand over your chest with exaggeration. 

“What? Nuh-uh!” You shove his chest, and he only grins at you. “You won’t leave me for him, right?” Jake asks with a sad pout, but you both know he’s just joking and totally not from his insecurities of losing you to your new neighbor. 

-

Despite Jake’s words, the three of you find yourselves constantly hanging out with each other, mostly in your apartment and then going out for some late dinner at a place that opens late. Jake has no real bite, all bark since he’s asking when’s the next time Sunghoon can come over and hang. You think he’s got the bad case of a friend crush.

“Look what I have~” Jake hums, holding up a ziploc baggie of greens, and you sigh as you shake your head. “You know we’re hanging out with Sunghoon tonight, right? We can’t.” You inform him, to which he responds with a pout as he sets the baggie down on your kitchen counter before flopping onto the couch with you, head on your lap as he sulks. 

“Stop being a big baby. We can tomorrow, if you want. Just not in front of Sunghoon,” you say, running a hand through his hair as you scroll mindlessly through Instagram reels. 

“What not in front of me?” A second voice comes in, followed by your front door being shut. Both yours and Jake’s heads pop up from the sudden intrusion. Sunghoon has a raised brow, setting down his coat on your island, next to Jake’s baggie. “What’s this?” He refers to the green, to which you grimace and Jake lets out a sheepish chuckle. 

“Nothin’, man! Come on, what are you craving for dinner? McDonalds?” Jake replies, standing up from the couch as he makes his way towards Sunghoon, reaching for the baggie before Sunghoon could question it any more. 

“We just had McDonalds yesterday. Plus, it’s Y/n’s turn to choose, anyway. What do ya want?” Sunghoon furrows his brows at Jake’s suspicious actions as he quickly swipes away the baggie and slips it into his back pocket. So much for subtlety.

You straighten out your clothes as you stand up, shrugging your shoulders as you join the two boys. “Mmm…kinda craving some pho. You two okay with that?” And of course they’re okay with that, they’ll agree to anything you say or want, because, it’s you.

“I call shotgun!” Jake shouts as you open your front door while Sunghoon grabs his keys from his pocket. You playfully pout, “No fair… you always get shotgun.”

“So, are you guys gonna tell me what you guys can’t do around me?” Sunghoon suddenly asks, setting his ice cream sundae from McDonald's aside (as if the three of you didn’t get McDonalds yesterday already). Both you and Jake give each other a quick glance, and you sigh because you feel bad leaving Sunghoon out of something as the three of you have gotten so close over the last few weeks. 

You reach over to the front passenger seat where Jake is sitting, digging your hand in his back pocket to find his baggie, to which he yelps in surprise at your hand coming in contact with his ass. “Hey! At least take me out to dinner first,” Jake frowns, and you roll your eyes. “We just had dinner, stupid,” you retort. 

You hold the baggie of greens up to show Sunghoon, “It’s weed,” to put it simply. He slowly nods, as if he’s understanding a math problem but his furrowed brows and curious eyes tell you that he has more questions. 

“I’ve never seen it in real life before,” he muses, more to himself than to either you or Jake, but you and Jake give each other another glance of silent communication. You open up the bag, interrupting Sunghoon’s little trance. “You wanna try?” You ask.

Sunghoon has his suspicions, but he can’t deny that he’s insanely curious and wants to know what it feels like. And, well, if you do it, he’ll do it. “I’ll take it with you,” You reassure him, and Jake is quick to add on a “me too!” 

He slowly nods, shuffling in his driver's seat as he turns more to look at you in the backseat. “C-can, um, you guys do it first?” He’s stumbling over his words because he’s nervous, he’s never done anything like this before and has only seen weed on the news. You nod, handing over the bag to Jake to let him prep (because you’re lazy and you’re also his princess). 

Jake glides his tongue on the edge of the wrap before sealing it, handing it over to you first. You take it with gratitude, putting the tip of it in your mouth and Jake brings a lighter up to the blunt, hand covering the light to ensure that it stays lit up. He pats your cheek lightly before you take a deep inhale, blowing it in Jake’s direction that is followed by a laugh. 

“Wow, I roll and light it up for you and this is how you treat me? I’m offended, really.” Jake’s voice laced with sarcasm before snatching it out of your hands and taking an inhale himself. After he’s finished, blowing the smoke towards the dashboard as he’s trying to avoid directly blowing it towards Sunghoon, who has his nose scrunched up. 

“It smells really strong,” He mumbles with a slight frown, and you grin at him. “We can roll down the windows, if you want…” You hum, leaning closer towards his seat, “But it feels better with the windows up,” you lower your voice, popping the ‘P’ at the end. His frown turns into confusion at your words, but he chooses not to question you. 

“Do you guys feel it already?” He asks, eyes staring at the blunt in Jake’s hand. You both shake your head. “Nah, only one hit won’t do it for us. But for you, it will,” Jake informs, and Sunghoon hums in thought. “Then, can you guys keep going until you feel it? I don’t really wanna be the first one to be…um, high…”

You both nod, you and Jake taking multiple turns with the blunt before you start to feel it hitting. You lean your head against Sunghoon’s seat, staring at Jake as he takes a hit, his eyes starting to get a little red as he stares at you back. Sunghoon clears his throat, is he interrupting something?, “Are…are you guys feeling it now? Are you guys okay?” He asks, only concerned for his two friends.

You both nod slowly, silly grins on your features as Jake gestures to Sunghoon the blunt. “You still wanna take it? You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” He says, reassuring but his voice is dropped down an octave from the weed.  Sunghoon gives a firm nod, he wants to, and plus, not like anything bad will happen. 

Sunghoon takes the blunt out of Jake’s hand, holding it up towards his lips but you reach for his hand before he could do anything else. “Noo! Other side, Hoonie,” you help him flip the blunt around, and he nods and puts it between his lips. He looks at both you and Jake for reassurance, and you both give him a lazy smile and a thumbs up. He takes a deep breath in, trying to hold it in for as long as you did the first time, before letting out a few coughs in vain. You frown, rubbing his back in comfort as he recovers. “You okay, Hoonie?” You ask, and he nods, eyes still examining the blunt in his hands before he decides to put it between his lips again to take another hit. You and Jake exchange yet another glance, but Jake has a fair share of taking care of high people while being high himself, so what’s another?

Taking in a shorter inhale, he successfully blows it out before handing it to you. Jake giggles a bit at Sunghoon’s expression, seeing him already a bit dazed out as he leans his head against the headrest. “You like it?” Jake asks, in which Sunghoon responds with a lazy nod and a thumbs up. The three of you go into a fit of laughter over nothing, sharing the blunt between the three of you until it’s finished. 

“O-M-G, Y/n and Jake, you guys basically kissed. ‘Cuz you two shared the same blunt!” Sunghoon exclaims in realization, fingers pointing at the two of you. You give him a raised brow and a small laugh, “Well, then that means we kissed too, Sunghoon. We also shared the blunt.” Jake interrupts with a gasp, then a fake gag, “Eww! That means Sunghoon and I kissed too! Bro, no offense, but gross.”

Sunghoon pouts at Jake before turning his attention back on you, hands reaching for your sweater and tugging on the sleeve, “Y/n. Which one of us is the better kisser? Me or Jake? You hafta be honest!” Jake scoffs at this before reaching for your other sleeve, also tugging on it with more force so that you’ll pay more attention to him. “Obviously, me. I real kissed her!” He announces proudly. 

You cringe as Sunghoon’s face twists into confusion. “Huh? What do you mean, ‘real’ kissed her?” He asks while looking at you, a cute, pouty frown appearing on his features. You sigh, “It was just a weird, ‘heat of the moment’ thing… It was so long ago, really! And we swore to not speak of it again,” your last sentence laced with venom as you give Jake a look, where he only gave a sheepish shrug in reply. 

“Fine, then. Guess I’ll have to make it even myself.” Sunghoon says quickly, giving you no time to react before you feel his unfamiliar lips on yours, but within seconds it starts to feel natural and the two of you mold together and exchange lazy and wet kisses. 

Sunghoon has a different way of kissing than what you’re normally used to; he’s more deliberate– his kisses are with purpose and he likes to add sharp bites (all thanks to his fangs that you like to fantasize about in your free time) to your bottom lip. You make a muffled noise, a mix between a moan and a whine and both boys can feel both of their pants tighten.

Jake is quick to recline his seat all the way back, fondling with the bottom hem of your sweater, his other hand palming himself through his sweats. “Not fair, you’re hogging her!” He complains, grabbing the bottom of your chin, interrupting your kiss with Sunghoon as he guides you to meet his lips, your head dipping down.

“Looks like you’re getting my sloppy seconds,” Sunghoon teases while his hands are discovering your thighs, roaming every part until he gets to your shorts– flimsy and of thin cloth material that makes Sunghoon grin from ear to ear. 

Jake’s too busy eating your face off to retort back, guiding your hand to palm over his pants, leading to him moaning into your mouth. “Lucky me, I like getting a little messy,” Jake replies when you both part to catch your breath. You whine impatiently at Sunghoon’s teasing fingers that are so close to where you need him. “Pretty girl…” Jake hums as he cups your cheek in such a loving manner that makes you think you’ve done it with him before (maybe you did, maybe you didn’t), “Use your words for him,” he says, nuzzling your cheek as he begins to pepper kisses.

You pout, eyes darting over to Sunghoon who’s already looking at you with hooded eyes, “Need you to tell me where you want me.” You immediately feel yourself break at his tone of voice; it’s so needy, you think he might start begging if you don’t say or do anything in the next minute. You nod quickly, “Here, want you here,” you gasp, grabbing his hand and guiding it over your clothed cunt, and you hear a swift curse leave Sunghoon’s lips.

But he pauses for a moment, and you try to buck your hips in a weak attempt for any friction possible and Jake notices. He chuckles a bit, still leaving wet kisses along your neck, “What? Don’t know what to do? ‘S okay, Hoon. I’ll teach you.” Sunghoon seems to frown a bit at Jake’s cocky words, but if he’s upset he doesn’t say anything and instead retracts his hand to give Jake’s hand room in between your legs. 

Jake pulls away from your neck to intently look at your facial expressions as his index finger rubs light circles on your clothed cunt as if experimenting. “Jakeee,” you whine, lower lip pouting exaggeratedly and he plays with your hair with his other hand. “I know you missed me down here, pretty thing. I got ya,” Jake muses, hand suddenly dipping past your panties and finding your clit immediately which causes you to squeal in surprise, hand shooting to grab at his forearm. 

“Heyyy~” Jake chuckles, “You’re the one who asked so nicely, why’re you declining now?” He jokes teasingly as his fingers prod at your hole, index finger slowly inserting inside you. You gasp, eyes shutting close as you feel the high start to wear off, suddenly getting a bit embarrassed. “Nuh-uh, eyes open. Look at Sunghoon, make sure he’s looking and learning,” Jake says as he pats your cheek softly and your eyes open in response, glossed eyes looking over at Sunghoon whose own eyes are darting between your face and where Jake’s hand is in between your legs. 

“Take it off,” Sunghoon suddenly says in an impatient manner, and both you and Jake look at him in a bit of shock. “I can’t see,” he says like a baby who can’t see the fireworks on the fourth of July, but you obey anyway as you quickly kick off your flimsy shorts and panties onto the seat next to you. “So pretty,” is the next thing Sunghoon says as if he’s in a trance, and Jake only worsens it by spreading your pussy lips, and you swear you can see your wetness shine in the reflection of Sunghoon’s rearview mirror. 

“It is, isn’t it? Wanna taste?” Jake promptly asks, and Sunghoon is quick to nod like he’s stuck on autopilot. You almost want to giggle, he’s like a lost puppy who wants to experience everything. Jake nods, and he pats your thigh before patting his own, motioning for you to lay on his lap. You climb your way to the front, and once you reach Jake’s lap, he’s quick to manhandle you to lay sideways on his lap so that your cunt is on full display for Sunghoon. You yelp in surprise, taken aback by the sudden four hands that latch onto your body– Sunghoon’s on your thighs and Jake’s going up your stomach to fondle with your breasts. 

“Don’t be shy, Y/nnie. You know how to guide him, like you did for me before, right?” Jake taunts you, and your facial expression turns meek as you nod slightly, hands reaching for Sunghoon’s hair and slowly guiding his head down to meet with your pussy. “Just–” You start, but Jake interrupts you with a pinch of your nipples, “Just pretend like you’re making out with me, but it’s my cunt instead…” Your breath staggers a bit as Jake begins to play more rough, but you manage to give Sunghoon a small, reassuring smile before he dips down. 

You soon realize that Sunghoon’s definition of “making out with your cunt” is different from Jake’s. The boy between your legs presses a soft kiss to your clit, then a little kitten lick, and what catches you off guard is how his tongue is suddenly in between your slit, lapping as if he’s searching for something. You immediately gasp, your hand originally resting on his head now turning into a fist. “Sh-shit!” 

Jake’s always been more messy, with no technique or tactic but it’s so sloppy it still feels amazing, but Sunghoon goes in like he has an objective— to make you cum. His tongue does wonders in your entrance, and your pussy definitely responds back to him as your wetness continuously leaks down your thighs. “Taste good, Hoon?” Jake asks, but Sunghoon can’t even respond with words, he just nods against your cunt like an eager puppy. 

“F-fuck—!” Your moans getting interrupted by none other than Jake, his lips meeting yours but you don’t expect the cloud of smoke to enter your mouth. Your eyes blink up at him, seeing a freshly rolled blunt in his free hand. When did he even roll that?! But you’re not one to complain, the effects of the smoke only heightening your pleasure. 

You whine and beg, for both Sunghoon to not stop and for Jake to keep shotgunning for you, to which he complies because it’s just another excuse to keep kissing you without looking too selfish. You moan into Jake’s mouth for the nth time, Jake pulling away as he uses his other hand to reach down, finding your clit. 

“Time to make you cum, pretty,” Jake hums, his index and middle finger rubbing deliberate circles as Sunghoon’s tongue works inside of you, drinking in all of your juices. You think Sunghoon might be enjoying this more than you, with him moaning and groaning into your entrance nonstop. 

With the sudden intrusion of Sunghoon’s fingers replacing his tongue, you whine and gasp, free hand reaching down between your legs to grip on Sunghoon’s wrist tightly as if trying to pull him away but he’s a lot more resilient, fingers only speeding up. You look at him, seeing your wetness glistening on his face as he looks at you with such determination and admiration in his eyes, and you break. 

“Oh my—Fuck! I’m cum—nng!” You moan aloud, legs beginning to shake as both Jake and Sunghoon help you ride out your high, eyes shutting as you try to catch your breath. Jake is first to caress your sides soothingly, thumb rubbing tenderly on your stomach. “You alright?” He asks, and you nod with a dopey smile on your face. 

“More than alright… gimme another hit,” you mumble, referring to the blunt in Jake’s hand. He hands it to you as you begin to sit up on Jake’s lap, him stifling back a moan as you shift around on his hard on. You inhale from the lit up stick, glancing at Sunghoon who seems to be a bit dazed out, honestly probably already pussy drunk. You reach for his face, both hands cupping his cheeks as you pull him in for a shotgun. 

His surprised whine is muffled by your tongue slipping in, and he’s quick to reciprocate the deep kiss while Jake decides to travel his hands down the small of your back. “Can I…” Jake trails off, but you already know he’s gesturing to your wet cunt. You shake your head against Sunghoon before pulling away, “So selfish. You get my mouth, you’ve already had my pussy before.” 

Jake can’t even get a whine of complaint out before you’re pulling down at his pants, laying sideways across the console. A bit uncomfortable, but you’re sure you’ll be far too distracted to consider comfort as your first worry. He lifts his hips up to help you, hard cock leaking pre on his boxers. You grin up at him as you lean close, giving a quick lick at the wet spot to which he shudders, hand finding its way into your hair. “Suck or I’ll make it difficult for you to breathe,” Jake grumbles impatiently, slipping his boxers halfway down his thighs as his free hand takes hold of his cock to smother the tip all over your lips. 

Sunghoon is also quick at work with you, shifting his seat a bit more back so that he has more room. He grabs hold of your thighs like before when he was eating you out, quickly undoing his own bottoms. He takes his cock out, tip nudging at your entrance but he’s unintentionally teasing you– his tip prodding at your hole that’s begging to be filled and to your clit that is throbbing with need. 

You groan, swatting Jake’s hand away from the base of his cock to replace it with your own, “Please, inside, now! Need it!” You beg, playfully lifting your ass up a bit before Jake’s cock enters your hot mouth. He gasps in surprise, the hand in your hair tightening as he grabs clumps of hair at your scalp. “Shit–” He moans, head thrown back on the carseat, “Put it in, Hoon. What’re ya waitin’ for?” He mutters, but it doesn’t go unheard by the boy as you feel him start to enter your wet cunt, causing you to suck harder on Jake’s dick as a reward for encouraging Sunghoon. 

“Oh…Oh my–Fuck!” Sunghoon swears, the grip on your hips and ass is tight enough to leave bruises until the next morning, as he’s bottoming out on you. You moan around Jake’s cock at the stretch, shaking your ass a bit to tease Sunghoon but the fingernails digging at your hips are telling you it’s a bit too much for him. “S-stop… shit. I think…” He sighs, breath heavy as he’s panting, “I need a moment…” 

You giggle a bit at him but let him recollect himself, enjoying the warmth of his length inside of you. But the sudden thrust of Jake’s cock in your mouth catches back your attention. “Don’t lose focus on me, now, pretty. Didn’t I say suck? Or do you just not want to breathe?” His brow raises in question, but you think Jake wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you so you disobey, your mouth and tongue staying still with his cock still resting inside. 

“So cute,” he mumbles, and your eyes crinkle a bit in a smile but it’s soon replaced with wide eyes of shock when his hand tightens his grip on your hair, cock now repeatedly thrusting in and out of your mouth. Your gasps and whines are muffled, spit now drooling at the corner of your mouths and down onto his dick that only makes Jake’s cock twitch at the sloppiness. “Fuck, you really are so cute, aren’t you?” 

You begin to feel shallow thrusts of Sunghoon’s cock inside; it's slow and short like he’s testing the waters. He pulls out until his tip only remains, seeing your juices glisten on the veins of his cock. He swears underneath his breath before bottoming out in one swift thrust, causing you to lurch forward and choke on Jake. 

“My god—“ Jake hisses, eyes darting over to Sunghoon for a moment, “Do that again.” And like the obedient puppy he is, Sunghoon complies and pulls out all the way til his tip before going back in particularly hard, your mouth going deeper on Jake’s when you swear you can feel Sunghoon in your stomach. 

“Feels so—so good,” Sunghoon moans out, feeling the way you clench around him at his whiney words. His thrusts become more quick but he still manages to feel so deep inside of you. You moan wantonly around Jake, hips becoming impatient as you begin to thrust back onto Sunghoon to chase your orgasm. 

Jake’s hips don’t stop either from thrusting in and out of your mouth, his lap now all messy from your spit and drool. “You’re so pretty, just for us, yeah? Shit—“ Jake groans when he feels your throat contract around him, “Can’t hold back, g’na cum—hnng!” He holds your head steadily around his cock, thumb rubbing your cheek soothingly as he moans out your name. 

He finally releases you, his hand still cupping your chin as he forces your jaw open to see his cum pooling inside your mouth. “Shit, so hot,” he mumbles before closing your mouth, patting the side of your cheek to signal you to swallow. You do so, your throat hurts a bit from the facefuck but you feel already more than satisfied. 

You paw at Jake’s chest, and he understands when he pulls you into a sweet kiss, swallowing each and every moan that Sunghoon elicits out of you from behind, a bit too possessively, you would think if you weren’t fucked out of your mind. 

“H-hoon…” You whine when Jake gives you time to breathe from your kiss. Sunghoon is already holding back from cumming so soon, his thrusts already getting a bit sloppy and his fingernails digging deep into your sides. “Ye—“ He gets cut off by his own shivers, “Yeah?” 

“You- you can c-cum,” You try to tell him, voice going broken at the force of his thrusts, like he’s on a mission but you can tell he’s holding back. He gasps at your words, as if you had just given him permission to enter the gates of heaven. “Wh-what about you?” He asks, but his thrusts are already speeding up and going harder despite his concern for you. 

“I’ll cum with you,” You say, looking up at Jake to silently ask for his help to make you cum, and he’s quick to respond as his hand snakes its way down your stomach to play with your clit while Sunghoon pounds needily into you. Your moans get louder with both the stimulation from Jake’s fingers playing with you and being filled by Sunghoon. 

“Y/n.. I’m sorry—Ca-can’t take it, need to cum n-now—“ Sunghoon gasps in a loud whine, his hips now glued to your ass as he comes inside, his body losing control as he slumps over yours, his moans fanning your neck that gives you shivers. “F-fuck! Oh my godddd, shit, Jake!” You squeal, Jake’s fingers unrelenting on your clit as he rubs faster and even gives a few slaps to your pussy  that catch you off guard. 

“W-wait!” Sunghoon exclaims breathlessly, your pussy contracting around his cock as your orgasm approaches you quickly, your hips starting to buck against Jake’s hand but unintentionally stimulating Sunghoon’s already overstimulated cock inside of you. 

You lift your head up a bit to look at Sunghoon, his sweaty forehead and furrowed brows are too cute and too hot to resist kissing him. Your hands grip onto Jake’s arm as you cum hard all over Sunghoon’s cock, moaning into his mouth through your kiss that he can barely reciprocate from being too exhausted. 

Sunghoon eventually pulls away from you, out of breath as his chest heaves up and down when he leans back against the car window. You think you hear Jake growl from behind you, but you’re quickly distracted when he pulls you into another kiss with him, hand wrapping gently around your throat as he makes out with you sloppily. 

You pull away when you feel Sunghoon shift a bit inside you, his dick beginning to soften. “Um, you can pull out, now…” You tell him softly like he’ll be hurt by it but he nods, a tense look on his face that makes you question what’s wrong. “Well, I w-would but, I feel too sensitive…” Sunghoon mumbles shyly, eyes trained on your entrance where his dick is still trapped inside. 

You giggle, and despite your whole body feeling wobbly, you manage to sit up and let his cock slide out of you with ease, his cum now drooling out of your entrance, causing Sunghoon to hiss. “Was it too much?” You ask him, and Sunghoon’s attention from his overly sensitive dick is now on you from your question. “Wh-what? No, not at all… it was really good…” he answers you, eyes determined to portray his reassurance that he’s alright. 

“Good! Then next time, you two can switch,” You grin, to which the boys both exchange confused glances before looking back at you. “Switch… switch what?” Jake asks you, a brow raised as his hand absentmindedly rubs up and down your arm. 

“Don’t think you’re so subtle with your jealousy, Jaeyun~” Your tone laced in a hum, hand reaching up to ruffle up his hair. His jaw goes agape for a second, before his mouth is running with excuses for his previous actions. Sunghoon snickers at Jake, “Aw, didn’t know you were jealous of me, Jakey-poo.”