#(joshua)

the rest of the day is…quite uneventful.

well not really. while the boys run straight into vacation mode — playing beachball, yelling over rules that don't exist, and somehow turning it into a full-on wrestling match in the water; you decide to sunbathe.

a peaceful choice. relaxing. calm.

except the view wasn’t exactly PG.

wet hair, bare chests, muscles flexing way too dramatically over a plastic ball, water glistening on skin that had no business looking that good under the sun.

you aren't even pretending to read anymore. just lying there on your towel, sunglasses on, trying to look unaffected while watching what could only be described as a thirst trap in motion.

delectable, honestly.

but after a while, it had gone suspiciously quiet. no yelling, no splashing, no chaotic screams over who cheated in beachball.

you lower your sunglasses just a little, eyes scanning the shoreline — only to find all three of them walking toward you in sync like some kind of hot boy band comeback.

you sit up instantly. “what.”

seokmin’s the first to speak, his voice all sunshine and mischief. “hey. you enjoying yourself?”

your eyes narrow. “…yes?”

joshua steps in beside him, flashing that deceptively innocent smile of his. “want to enjoy more?”

you barely get the chance to squint in confusion before a strong arm wraps around your waist.

“wait— wait, no—”

you are slung over seungcheol’s shoulder like a rag doll, the towel falling from your lap as he marches toward the ocean like a man on a mission.

“seungcheol!” you yell, squirming violently. “put me down!”

he doesn’t slow. doesn’t even flinch when you start pounding on his back, or when your palm smacks flat against his ass with a sharp thwack. if anything, he laughs.

“you sure you’re not enjoying this?” he teases.

“i swear to god, if you drop me, i’ll—”

he drops you.

one second you are yelling, the next you are underwater, surrounded by a burst of bubbles and betrayal. you come up gasping, hair clinging to your face, already shivering from the sudden shock.

“you absolute assholes!” you shout, wiping water from your eyes.

the three of them are doubled over on the sand, cackling like this is the funniest thing they’ve seen all year. they don’t even try to hide it.

you flip them off with both hands, still panting. “i hope jellyfish sting all of you.”

seokmin is the first to dive in after you, laughter spilling out of him. joshua follows with a dramatic splash. seungcheol strolls in last— smug, unbothered, like he hasn't just commit a full war crime.

you want to stay mad. really, you do. but when all three of them surround you in the water and start splashing like chaotic children, you burst out laughing before you can stop yourself.

by the time the sun starts to set, casting the beach in soft gold and cotton-candy pink, the chaos of the afternoon has settled into something calmer. the four of you are gathered around a bonfire, legs tucked into blankets, drinks in hand, the sound of waves lapping quietly in the background. seokmin connects a speaker, soft music playing in the background, and for the first time since arriving, it feels like you're really on vacation.

the fire crackles between you, sending warm flickers of light across their faces — catching in joshua’s lashes, the curve of seokmin’s smile, the sharp line of seungcheol’s jaw. you try not to stare. you fail miserably.

a few drinks in, with your feet buried in the cool sand and your head pleasantly fuzzy, seokmin claps his hands and declares that it’s time for truth or dare. and of course, no one says no.

the first few rounds are harmless. mild. someone has to sing. someone else has to reenact their most embarrassing drunken memory. you laugh until your stomach hurts, the buzz of alcohol and fire making everything feel lighter than it is.

and then joshua turns to you, his expression innocent in the most suspicious way possible. he leans back on one arm, cradling his drink, and asks, “truth. have you ever found any of us attractive?”

you freeze. your drink pauses halfway to your lips. it’s an easy question to dodge. but for whatever reason, maybe it’s the alcohol — you don’t dodge.

“yes,” you say, simply.

seokmin blinks. “wait, like... one of us?”

you look him right in the eye. “no. all of you. i want all of you.”

you don’t really know why you say the last part, but that shuts them up. for a second, at least.

then seokmin laughs, stunned. joshua raises his brows, clearly amused. seungcheol’s gaze sharpens, but he doesn’t say anything.

you try to act unfazed, but you can feel the shift in the air — the way all three of them are looking at you now, just a little differently. like they’re seeing something they weren’t allowed to before.

joshua laughs, but there’s a ragged edge to it. “You’re serious?”

you swallow, heart hammering. “Yeah. I’m serious.”

the flames of the bonfire crackle behind you, warm against your back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rolling off them now. 

“fuck,” he murmurs, voice low and tight. “you really know how to set us off.”

seungcheol still hasn’t moved. still hasn’t spoken. just watching you with that dangerous, calculating look, as if he’s deciding what to do next. finally, he shifts forward, elbows on his knees: “say it again.”

you hesitate, then you repeat, “i want all of you.”

a moment of perfect, breathless silence.

then seungcheol stands up. he holds out a hand, steady and sure, no questions in his eyes anymore. “come here.”

your legs feel like water, but you obey, slipping your fingers into his. he pulls you up, guiding you off the sand, joshua and seokmin following behind.

joshua’s hand comes to rest at the small of your back, reassuring and possessive all at once. “we’ll take care of you,” he promises, voice gone husky.

your breath catches, tension coiling low in your belly as the atmosphere shifts. 

joshua steps in first, fingers reaching up to brush your hair from your face. his touch is gentle, careful — but his eyes are anything but. “say the word,” he murmurs. “we’ll stop if you want us to.”

you glance at all of them. seungcheol is standing near the bar, watching you like he’s been holding back all night. seokmin’s already closer, his eyes flicking to your mouth. joshua, in front of you now, so close his breath brushes your cheek.

you nod. once. “don’t stop.”

joshua kisses you first. slow, like he’s testing what you’ll allow — but you don’t want to hold back. your hands slide into his hair, fingers tugging slightly, and he groans against your mouth.

then seokmin’s behind you, arms slipping around your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck, and your knees almost give.

“fuck, you smell good,” he mumbles, lips trailing just below your ear. “you’ve been driving me insane all day.”

you feel another presence — seungcheol, finally stepping in. his hand comes up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“how do you want this?” he asks, voice low and steady. “you tell us.”

you blink up at him, breathless. “i want you all over me.”

“fuck,” seokmin says behind you. “this is really happening.”

“no backing out now,” joshua murmurs, smiling as he kisses down your jaw.

then everything blurs — hands tugging at clothes, laughter mixed with groans, mouths everywhere. someone lifts you, someone else pulls your shirt over your head, and soon you’re being laid down on the oversized couch, bodies pressing in from every side.

you feel joshua’s lips on your chest, soft and reverent, while seokmin is sliding his fingers along your thighs, eyes wide with awe like he’s never seen anything prettier.

seungcheol kneels beside you, one hand wrapped around your jaw, the other sliding slowly down your stomach. “you’re still sure?” he asks again.

you don’t answer with words and just grab his wrist and guide his hand lower.

seungcheol’s mouth twitches at your answer — or lack thereof — when you guide his hand lower, letting your hips roll up into his palm.

“needy already?” he mutters, fingers slipping between your legs over your damp bottoms. “figures. all that attitude earlier — guess you just needed someone to fuck it out of you.”

your breath hitches. before you can even think of something smart to say, joshua tugs your shorts down your legs, tossing them somewhere across the room.

“she’s soaked,” joshua murmurs, his tone almost reverent. “and we’ve barely touched her.”

seokmin groans behind you. “fuck, i want her mouth.”

“then take it,” seungcheol says, voice hard now, like he’s not here to play anymore.

seokmin’s hand forms a fist in your hair in the next second, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. his cock is already out — hard, flushed, leaking — and he presses it to your lips, grinning down at you.

“open up, sweetheart. no more hiding behind those pretty little eyes.”

he groans the second you wrap your lips around him, pushing deep with no hesitation. his hand stays tangled in your hair, controlling the pace, dragging you down on his cock until your eyes water.

“shit, look at her,” joshua breathes, kneeling beside your thighs now. “so fucking desperate. you like being used, don’t you?”

you moan around seokmin’s cock, hips jerking upward because now seungcheol’s fingers are slipping inside you, thick and rough and fast.

joshua leans in and spits right on your pussy, spreading it with two fingers while seungcheol still pumps you open. “i want her dripping down my cock,” he mutters. “i want to hear her cry for it.”

seokmin lets out a choked laugh above you. “she’s already crying, hyung. look at her.”

tears stream down your cheeks from how deep he’s fucking your mouth, the wet squelch of fingers between your legs echoing in the room, your body squirming — helpless, overwhelmed, and loving every filthy second.

then it all moves fast.

you are flipped on your knees, cheeks hot, ass in the air. seungcheol delivers the first slap hard, loud, making you yelp and clench around nothing.

“don’t whine,” he snaps, rubbing the sting in. “you wanted this. all of us, remember?”

“yeah,” joshua laughs, lining up behind you now. “you said it so sweet. ‘i want all of you.’ little attention whore.”

you don’t get a chance to argue, not when joshua sinks into you in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

you scream — or you try to, but seokmin’s already pushing back into your mouth.

double stuffed. one in your mouth, one in your cunt, and one more still waiting.

“look at her,” seungcheol mutters, stroking himself now as he watches from the front. “fucking made for this.”

you’re already shaking. joshua’s pace is brutal, slamming into you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips. seokmin keeps your head in place, fucking your throat with no mercy.

“gonna stretch that tight little ass too,” seungcheol says, leaning down behind you. “think you can take it, baby?”

you try to nod, eyes wide and wet.

he spits on his fingers and starts working them into your ass, slow at first — then faster when he feels how easily you’re giving in.

“so fucking filthy,” he growls. “what a perfect fucking toy.”

you don’t know how you’re still conscious when joshua pulls out, only to be replaced by seungcheol behind you. joshua’s hand fists your hair again, lifting your head.

“you wanted all of us?” he says, voice rough. “then take all of us.”

seokmin’s still down your throat. seungcheol’s cock presses into your ass, slow, stretching you impossibly wide.

and then joshua slides into your pussy again.

both of them inside you.

you let out a muffled scream around seokmin’s cock.

you’re not even sure what you're saying anymore — the sounds coming from your mouth are nothing but muffled moans, choked and wet around seokmin’s cock. your jaw aches, your throat burns, but he doesn’t let up.

“shit,” he mutters, his grip tightening in your hair. “gonna fucking cum down your throat. you want that?”

you try to nod, eyes rolling back as you gag around him.

he groans, hips stuttering, and then he holds you down on him, cock buried deep in your throat.

“take it. fucking take it,” he growls.

and then you feel it — hot spurts spilling straight down your throat, thick and messy. he holds you there, cock twitching, groaning like he’s never felt anything better.

you swallow instinctively, tears slipping down your cheeks. he finally pulls out with a grunt, your lips swollen and wet, chin slick with spit and cum.

“fuck, look at you,” he breathes, dragging his thumb over your mouth. “so pretty when you’re ruined.”

joshua’s still fucking into you, hard and fast, every thrust punching sounds out of your mouth. you’re stretched and used, your body trembling between them, but he’s not done.

“she’s still tight,” he pants, grabbing your hips and slamming into you deeper. “still fucking milking my cock like she wants more.”

“gonna fill this pussy up,” he growls, pace growing erratic. “gonna make you leak all over the fucking floor.”

“do it,” seungcheol urges from behind, watching as he thrusts into your ass while joshua takes your pussy. “fill her up. she can take it.”

you’re so close to falling apart again, and then joshua lets out a sharp moan, thrusts one last time, and cums.

his hips stutter, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spills everything — hot and messy, groaning your name like a curse.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—”

you can feel it dripping out of you already, slick and warm and filthy.

joshua collapses forward against your back, panting against your shoulder.

“she’s perfect,” he mutters, breath still shaky. “fucking perfect.”

you don’t even get a moment to breathe before seungcheol growls in your ear —

“don’t go soft now. i’m not done with you yet.”

you barely have time to catch your breath. your body’s limp, jaw sore, your thighs shaking and soaked with a mixture of spit and cum — theirs and yours. you’re half-leaning against the couch, chest rising and falling rapidly, hair a mess across your face. joshua’s breath is still hot on your shoulder, his cum dripping slowly from between your legs.

“fuck, she’s twitching,” seokmin mutters, still sitting on the floor in front of you, lazily stroking himself back to hardness. “you gonna cry again, sweetheart?”

you whimper something incoherent. it doesn’t matter. they’re already working you open again.

joshua shifts beside you, dragging a finger through the mess dripping out of your pussy and pushing it right back in. “can’t waste any of that,” he murmurs, voice sweet but mocking. “she needs it.”

“look at this filthy little cunt,” seungcheol spits, reaching around to slap your clit hard enough to make your legs buckle. “you want another load in you? greedy whore can’t get enough?”

seokmin drags you up by your waist and flips you on your back. 

“can’t wait to try this pussy next,” he says, voice low and dark. “gonna fuck you until you cry.”

and he does — hard and deep, rutting into you with a pace that has your mouth falling open in a soundless moan.

joshua kneels beside your head, grinning like he’s found his favourite toy. 

he grabs your jaw, thumb swiping across your swollen lower lip.

“she looks fucked stupid already,” he mutters, voice dripping with pride. “let’s see how much more she can take.”

you open your mouth for him.

he slides his cock past your lips less harshly than seokmin did — letting you feel every inch, every vein, groaning when your tongue moves against him.

“yeah, just like that,” he breathes. “so fucking pretty like this.”

seungcheol leans over the back of the couch, one hand wrapping around your throat as seokmin pounds into you.

“how’s it feel?” he growls into your ear. “being passed around like this? like a little toy for us to use?”

you moan pathetically, muffled by joshua’s cock, your body jolting with every rough thrust joshua drives into you.

“can’t even answer anymore,” seungcheol laughs.

you don’t even care. your mind’s gone. all you can do is suck and moan and cum again as seokmin hits that spot inside you with ruthless precision.

“she’s squeezing me so hard,” seokmin gasps, pace stuttering. “fuck, she’s gonna make me—”

and then he groans — loud, raw — as he cums deep inside you, hips jerking forward as he fills you.

joshua’s not far behind. he pulls out at the last second, fisting his cock quickly and he cums across your chest. 

your legs barely work anymore. your whole body trembles, slick and sore and marked up from head to toe. seokmin is still half-sprawled on the couch beside you, lazy and smug, his cum leaking out of you in slow, hot drips. joshua is sitting across from you, shirtless, still catching his breath, watching you with a wide grin and glazed eyes like he just witnessed something holy.

but it’s not over. not until seungcheol says it is.

he’s still standing above you, hard as ever, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other sliding down your ruined thigh. he crouches between your legs, eyes drinking you in — fucked-out, flushed, your chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate breaths.

“look at you,” he mutters, thumb swiping between your folds, gathering the mess the other two left behind. “cum dripping out of this hole like it’s starving.”

you whimper, legs twitching as he presses two fingers back inside you. you're stretched and sensitive, your body jolting with every curl of his hand.

behind him, joshua hums, “she still wants more?”

seungcheol growls as he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “they already used you up. and you still want more?”

you whine, your fingers fisting in the couch cushions.

“say it,” he commands.

you choke out, “want you.”

he pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and then lines himself up. he thrusts all the way in. your legs fly open as your body locks up under him. 

joshua lets out a low whistle. “fuck, look at her face.”

“she’s gone,” seokmin laughs. “hyung is gonna break her.”

and he does. his pace is brutal, unrelenting, fucking into you like your cunt belongs to him and only him. your body arches, nails drag down his back, and your moans dissolve into broken sobs.

“so fuckin’ messy,” he grits out. “so full, and still clenching around me like a needy slut.”

you try to speak — to beg him or thank him or tell him you’re going to cum again. but all that comes out is a desperate gasp, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“that’s it, baby. you’re doing great!” his hips snap harder.

your climax hits out of nowhere — explosive, gut-wrenching, ripping through you like lightning. your back arches violently, a scream torn from your throat as your body clamps down around him.

“fuck, that’s it.” seungcheol moans, losing control as he thrusts harder, faster, chasing his own high through your convulsing cunt. “gonna fill you up. give you every last fucking drop.”

and when he cums it’s rough — he slams in deep, cock twitching, hot spurts spilling into you while he growls your name against your neck.

he stays there for a second, buried deep, your legs still shaking around him.

joshua hums, amused. “think she passed out.”

seungcheol pulls back slowly, looking down at the mess between your legs — his cum and theirs leaking out of you, your thighs trembling, your body twitching from overstimulation.

“you took it so fucking well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you feel like jelly now. muscles aching, lips swollen, thighs sticky and sore in the best way. the air’s heavy with sex and sweat and heat, yet no one’s moving away.

you lie back on the cushion, chest rising and falling unevenly, and they… just look at you. like they’ve never seen anything more beautiful. 

seokmin is the first to move. he leans in and kisses your shoulder, then one just above your collarbone, then another on the curve of your jaw.

“hi,” he whispers against your skin, lips curling into a smile. “still alive?”

you manage a breathy laugh. “barely.”

“good.” he kisses you again. “we’ll keep it that way.”

joshua shifts beside you, dragging his fingertips up and down your thigh, slow and gentle, before leaning down to kiss your hip.

“you okay?” he murmurs.

you turn your head toward him, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair. “i’m perfect.”

he grins, then leans in and kisses you slowly.

seungcheol’s hand rests on your stomach. he watches the two of you kiss for a moment, then leans in and steals one of his own. 

he kisses you deeper, firm but gentle — never taking more than you give.

“can i hold you?” he asks courteously. “while i’m inside?”

you nod immediately.

he pulls you gently onto his lap, easing you down over his cock with slow aching patience. there’s no rush, no pressure, just the stretch of him filling you again and the quiet gasp you let out as your arms wrap around his neck.

his lips find yours again, a little hungrier this time. his hands roam your back, your hips, your spine like he can’t stop touching you.

joshua moves behind you, peppering kisses along your neck, your shoulder then down your back. seokmin joins, his mouth pressing against your chest, your ribs, your stomach. every part of you that trembles under their touch gets kissed like worship.

“i feel like i’m dreaming,” seokmin admits, his voice muffled against your skin. “you’re going to ruin everyone else for me.”

seungcheol holds you like you are fragile now, his cock buried deep inside but barely moving — just enough to keep you full.

“you feel it?” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.

“everywhere,” you breathe.

slow rolls of seungcheol’s hips. joshua’s lips dragging up your spine. seokmin’s kisses laid over your chest, your throat, your cheek.

your eyes flutter shut. your mouth finds whoever leans in first — joshua maybe, then seokmin, then seungcheol. 

“can you cum one more time?” seungcheol asks, voice rough from holding back. “for us?”

you nod, chest tight.

his hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit slow, maddening motions.

“let go for us, baby.” joshua whispers into your ear. “you are so fucking good for us.”

you break again, coming around seungcheol with a quiet cry, clinging to his shoulder as he groans and finally lets go inside of you, filling you with a trembling gasp against your neck.

you don’t know how long you lie there, half-sprawled against seungcheol’s chest, with joshua stretched out beside you, his hand lazily draws circles into your thigh, and seokmin curled against your side like a contented cat.

no one speaks for a while. your body is buzzing — overstimulated and sore, but in the best way. your lips are swollen, your thighs sticky, your chest covered in love bites and lazy kisses. your skin feels too warm, like you’ve been sun-drunk and sex-drunk all at once.

then joshua breaks the silence with a soft laugh. “well. that happened.”

you groan and bury your face in seungcheol’s neck. “don’t say it like that.”

“you mean… like we didn’t just absolutely destroy you?” seokmin teases, brushing his knuckles along your ribs. “because we did. and you’re gonna feel it tomorrow.”

“i feel it now.” you mutter.

“bath,” seungcheol says quietly, voice gravelly against your cheek. “you need one.”

he doesn’t ask, just moves. lifts you effortlessly off his chest. joshua and seokmin follow, groaning as they stretch and stumble toward the bathroom, like you’re all a little tipsy on each other.

the tub fills while you sit on the edge, wrapped in one of joshua’s shirts — the first thing someone pulled over you, soft and worn and smelling like him. you blink slowly, dazed, as seokmin adjusts the temperature and seungcheol pours something that smells like lavender into the water.

“she’s still floaty,” joshua murmurs, kissing your shoulder as he crouches behind you. “you good?”

you nod, sleepily. “mm. warm.”

“good,” he smiles. “we’ll take care of the rest.”

they help you into the tub once it’s ready — hands gentle, murmurs soft. joshua sits behind you, pulling you against his chest, while seokmin starts washing your arms with slow, soapy strokes, making little bubbles just to kiss them off your shoulder.

seungcheol kneels beside the tub, running his palm over your thigh, your folds, your foot. he presses a kiss to your knee and mutters, “you did so good for us.”

you hum quietly, eyes fluttering shut. “you guys are being weirdly sweet now.”

“what, you want us to degrade you after we fill you with cum?” seokmin snorts.

“kinda,” you mumble, and they all laugh — soft, affectionate.

the rest of the bath is quiet. peaceful. joshua rubs your shoulders. seokmin starts humming something under his breath. seungcheol brings you a bottle of water and a clean towel and kisses your temple without a word.

by the time they help you into bed, you’re already half asleep — hair damp, skin warm, clean clothes sticking slightly to your freshly washed skin.

you crawl under the covers and instantly feel joshua slide in beside you, followed by seokmin on your other side. seungcheol takes the last space — his arm over your waist, his chest to your back, his breath even against your neck.

“you’re staying here, right?” joshua asks quietly.

you smile into the pillow. “where else would i go?”

you close your eyes, sinking into the warmth of their bodies, but your mind doesn’t stop. 

how the hell is the rest of this trip supposed to go now? sharing cocktails by the pool like you didn’t have all of them inside you hours ago?

how do you go back to spreadsheets and small talk when you’ve just discovered that your new normal might involve three sinfully attractive men and way too few clothes?

you’re not sure.

but right now, wrapped up in their arms, you don’t really care.

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"Joshua Hung—" you stated, getting cut off by a groan. "—you really didn't hold back on the translations this time, did you?"

You asked, and your best friend rolled his eyes. Of course, this would happen. He had been dreading it since he knew you were a carat.

"Listen, the guys wanted to know, so I explained, it's as simple as that."

"Nuh uh," you disagreed, shaking your head. This video was more... detailed than the last thirst tweet video Joshua's members were in.

"You were more straightforward with it, unlike Vernon. And Joshua Hung? Really?" You scoffed at the thought. There was no way.

“What? The fans say it, so it must be true, right?” He shrugged, playful about the whole thing. Now you were curious, glancing down for a brief second before looking back up at his face.

“Oh, yeah? Prove it.”

“What—” Joshua’s eyes went wide, sputtering slightly at your words. He couldn't comprehend the fact that you were asking for proof. “A–are you serious?”

He scoffed out a laugh, but you were unconvinced. “Yeah. Come on, prove it. I bet you don't even know how to use it, do you?”

“Excuse me? I know how to use my dick just fine, thank you. I don't need to prove shit to you,” he muttered, ears flushing red at the topic. Why were you so insistent on challenging and teasing him about this?

“Yeah? I think you’re just scared.” You defied him, tilted your head, crossed your arms, and then stood up to walk over to him.

Joshua shook his head at your insistence, knowing how stubborn you could be at times like these. “You shouldn’t be asking things you aren’t ready for, you know… plus, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

It was your turn to scoff; you’ve had experience before Joshua, but he always treated you like you didn’t. Like he ignored the fact you’d had sex with different men before.

This wasn’t an appropriate topic between best friends, either, even though you and Joshua had known each other for almost a decade and had seen the best and worst moments of your lives.

You decided to step closer, squinting your eyes at him as you continued the conversation.

“What if I could handle it? What then, Shua?”

The question hung in the air, the atmosphere thick as your best friend tried to find a logical answer. Obviously, there was only one, and as much as he wanted to say “fuck it”, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to cross that line just yet.

“Earth to Joshua—are you in there?” You waved your hand over his face, snapping him out of his train of thought before taking a deep breath.

Before you could even utter another teasing remark, he cupped your face with his hands, tugging you towards him and pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, the action unexpected but not unwelcome, as you let out a soft noise and grabbed onto his forearms.

Joshua kissed you as if you were a flower, gently and caressingly. His thumbs rubbed the apples of your cheeks as his lips moved softly against yours, as he slowly backed you towards the couch.

Not pulling away from the kiss, he managed to turn the two of you around, so he was the one sitting down before pulling you to his lap, only to accidentally hit his head against the backrest.

“Ah—” He let out as he broke the kiss for a brief moment, and saw you trying to hold in your giggles.

“Haha, yes, laugh at my pain whilst in the middle of a makeout session, real funny.”

Joshua’s sarcastic remark made you finally break, giggling into your hand as he just watched you with a fond expression, ignoring the dull ache at the back of his head.

Once your fit of giggles was over, you spoke up, smiling sweetly at him. “Listen— I told you to stop leaning your head there, but you keep making the same mistake.”

“Laughing at my pain won’t help-!” He retorted playfully, shaking his head.

“And proving you have a small dick will?” You started again, the small accident almost diminishing the earlier curiosity, but you weren’t quick to forget.

“You just won’t let it go, will you?” He muttered, bringing your face close to his again, and kissed you, as soft as earlier, but with a bit more intensity, as if trying to prove a point now.

Joshua tangled his fingers through your hair, gently tugging as he adjusted the two of you on the couch, holding onto your hip with his other hand. His kisses were reverent, full of something the two of you weren’t able to describe.

It was something out of a dream for him—being able to finally kiss you. Being your best friend was fine; it was enough for Joshua, but he couldn’t help the burning feeling of jealousy in his gut every time he saw you with another guy.

Of course, he respected your decision and supported you no matter who you were with in a relationship, but you always got hurt somehow, and it pissed him off. He would treat you better. He knew he could.

“Is this okay..?” He murmured against your lips, stealing a few more kisses, which made you giggle and nod. Keeping you comfortable with everything was the first thing he’d always prioritise.

“I bet I can treat you better than all of your lousy boyfriends,” he remarked, confident that he could, but you huffed, unconvinced.

“Shua, I thought you liked them—”

“I lied. I hated them the moment I shook each one of their hands. And I hated them even more the moment they decided to hurt you,” he stated, clear with his words that he wouldn’t fuck around with your feelings. Not now, not ever.

That made your stomach flip. Joshua had always been sweet and gentlemanly towards you, knowing when to be playful and when to be serious. He always knew what you needed without asking; he just came prepared.

“M’sorry..” you mumbled out an apology, ducking your head down, as he blinked in surprise.

“What are you sorry for, pretty girl? It’s not your fault.” He rubbed your back, comforting you as he made you look up at him. He moved his hand from your hip to rub your back, and caressed your cheek with his other hand to make you look up at him. “Just saying that I can treat you so much better… if you’d let me.”

His words made you feel warmer than usual; his soft, warm touch melted you as you nodded.

With that, Joshua pressed kisses along the apples of your cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips once more, kissing you sweetly.

His hands roamed, squeezing your sides gently as he pressed you down onto him, making you feel how you were affecting him.

A lump was stuck in your throat, having felt his erection poking your ass. You didn't want to admit it, but he was packing, even through his pants.

“Feel that? Do you believe me now?” He muttered, looking at you with increasing arousal, gently grinding up.

“Oh, that? I thought those were your keys.” You sassed, earning a scoff. You were truly something else when it came to teasing him.

“Baby, you don’t know what you got yourself into.”

Joshua grabbed you up by the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist before hoisting you up. You yelped at the sudden movement, latching onto his neck as he carried you to his bedroom.

He gently placed you on the bed, settling himself between your thighs as he kissed your face all over, making you laugh softly. Gently pushing up your shirt, he whispered soft praises and sweet things against your skin.

“You’re so beautiful.. You deserve to be loved and cherished,” he murmured, finally getting your shirt off of you. Joshua ducked his head down to kiss your neck, occasionally nipping the soft skin, and trailing down to your collarbones and chest.

He kissed along the hem of your bra, pressing his lips between the lacy fabric and your soft mounds. You moved your hands to his hair, carding through the silky locks as you moaned his name.

“Fuck, don’t do that and moan my name or I might just..” He muttered against you before shifting lower, pressing kisses on your ribcage down to your abdomen until he was facing the zipper of your pants.

You were already panting, feeling your panties sticking to your cunt, the gussets of your panties soiled. Your fingers were still tangled in Joshua's hair as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Can I?” He asked as he held onto your thighs to spread your legs a bit to give his body some space. You huffed, rolling your eyes at the question, which made him pinch your hip. “I'm serious.”

“Shua, I gave you permission to fuck me with your so-called big dick, so yes, you can.”

“So sassy, I'm being nice here,” he murmured with a slight pout before yanking your pants down gently along with your panties until they were pulled down to your ankles and out of the way. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, getting himself comfortable between your thighs.

Once he was facing your pussy, his breath hitched. You looked so beautiful, exposed to him like this. “Fuck..”

Murmuring to himself, you watched him lean in and open his mouth, flattening his tongue against your slit, tasting your sweet juices. Your legs trembled as a soft mewl came out of you.

“You're shaking like a leaf… is this your first time receiving head?” he asked bluntly, but when he saw your flushed and seemingly embarrassed expression, he blinked in realisation. It was your first time being eaten out. “Fucking hell…”

He groaned, disappointed and relieved. Disappointed at your past boyfriends—useless pieces of shit—but relieved that he would be the first to pleasure you.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbled against your cunt, a promise made as he lapped up and suckled on your clit like it was his favourite candy.

You tilted your head back against his pillows, trembling and moaning, tugging on his hair when his mouth was on your sensitive nub.

“Joshua—” you keened out a whine, breathless from the pleasure and the increasing pressure in your lower abdomen. “Shua, I’m gonna—”

Whining out at the loss of his mouth on you, you watched him shake his head. “Not yet. I’m not done with your sweet cunt just yet.”

He leaned back, settling on his knees as he took his shirt off. Soon after that, his jeans followed, tugging them down to his thighs. His erection was more prominent, and you couldn’t help but swallow.

Joshua noticed your gaze on his crotch, making him grin smugly.

“What? Believe me now?” he teased, but he was gently rubbing your knee, soothing your upcoming anxieties.

He was big; he knew it could be intimidating at first. That’s why he was going to do everything to make sure you were comfortable.

Pulling down his boxers, Joshua finally let his cock out of its confines. It was long with a reddish-pink tip, already leaking precum after tasting you. He was aching and begging for attention.

You licked your lips, gawking at his length. Well, there go your small dick jokes.

“My turn…” You stated, moving over to him, surprise painting Joshua’s face. He hadn’t expected to receive head from you, and he didn’t expect it from you at all. He wanted to focus on you, but seeing the hungry look in your eyes was an overwhelming ego boost.

So, he leaned back against the headboard this time, switching positions with you. He watched you settle down between his legs, eyeing his twitching dick. A soft groan came out of him when you gently grabbed the base. The feeling of your hand on him was enough to make him leak more precum.

“Fuck—” he moaned when you licked a stripe on the bottom side of his cock before giving his tip kitten licks, all while looking up at him. You were going to be the death of him.

His hand moved towards your hair, running through the soft, silky strands as he guided your head. You started taking him in slowly, suckling on his tip gently before delving deeper, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his length.

“Ngh—just like that—fucking hell, you’re trying to suck me dry, what the–nnmgh..” He moaned, his grip on your hair tightening as he bobbed your head up and down his length, letting you take him deeper and deeper down your throat until you couldn’t, soft muffled sounds coming out of you.

“Fuck, fuck—sorry,” he apologised, out of breath as he let you breathe before guiding you back to deepthroating him again, getting you used to his girth inside your wet mouth. “Your mouth is so—ngh, I’m gonna end up fucking your face if you continue sucking the life out of my dick, sweetheart.”

You let out a muffled moan at the idea, the vibrations going to his thick length, causing him to grunt softly.

“Yeah? You want that? You’d let me fuck your pretty face? God, I’m the luckiest man alive right now…” He moaned out the last part when you started sucking him harder, slurping and getting sloppier with each bob of your head.

Joshua’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head, his hips moving as he held your head with both of his hands, fucking his cock up into your throat. Holding and clawing his thighs, you gurgled, letting him use you for his pleasure until he stilled, spilling hot cum down your throat.

His legs were clenched, slightly shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, when he finally let you pull away, gasping for air.

You were panting, throat sore and sticky from his release as you swallowed thickly to recover. Once you did, you wiped the spit, which was dribbling down your chin from how sloppily you had sucked Joshua off.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve done in a while,” he admitted as he ran his fingers through his hair, forehead damp with sweat as his chest rose and fell. “C’mere.”

Joshua signalled you over, taking your hand into his as you climbed over to straddle his thighs. Your exposed heat was hovering over his half-hard dick, still aching for your attention. When he opened the drawer to get a condom, he clicked his tongue in distaste.

“I can take the morning-after pill—” you blurted out, seeming to have no problem in fucking him raw.

Joshua’s tip nudged your soaked entrance unintentionally, his hips thrusting up out of habit. The thought of feeling your heat without any barriers was tempting, but he wanted to be one hundred percent sure you were all in.

“Joshua, if you ask me if I’m sure, I’m gonna sink myself on your cock myself.” Your expression was serious, yet flushed, wanting to really fuck him.

You were all in.

And if you were, he was going to do this correctly—focusing on your pleasure instead of his. So, he flipped the two of you over, with you on your back while he was between your thighs again.

“If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right, and my way. Which means your pleasure comes before mine, got it? So, tell me if it’s too much. I can wait.”

You nodded at his words, licking your lips at his dominant attitude. You didn’t mind being told what to do by Joshua more often.

He nudged his against your wet heat, groaning softly to himself as he hotdogged his cock between your folds, rubbing himself against you to coat himself with your slick.

You were so wet, it almost drove him insane. When he was finally satisfied with grinding against you, he positioned himself and slowly pushed his length into you, watching how his fat cockhead stretched your hole out.

“Joshua—” You gasped, immediately grabbing his shoulders, your hole spasming and tightening around his shaft as he pushed in deeper. Not even halfway in, you shook your head, signalling him to pause, gasping and whining out softly.

“Is it too much, baby? Do you want me to pu—”

“No–! No, don’t pull out... I can take it. Just... just give me a second, damn.” You panted, rubbing your best friend’s shoulders, digging your nails into his shoulders every once in a while as you recovered. Once you did, you gave Joshua a small nod to continue.

“God, you’re so perfect for me, so pretty, tight and wet. I could fuck you on every surface of my apartment, and I still wouldn’t be satisfied.” He murmured, finally bottoming out inside you, the two of you moaning in unison. Your cunt was driving Joshua into a frenzy—the way your walls pulsed around him, stretching to accommodate his size—he was doing everything in his power not to thrust hard and deep.

“Move, Shua, I need you to move.. I wanna feel you.”

With that, Joshua pulled his hips back just enough to leave his tip inside you before pushing back in with a slow, teasing thrust, making you feel his whole length. He repeated the action a few times, watching as you writhed underneath him and whined, begging for more.

“Shh, let me make love to you. I wanna worship you before ruining you completely later.”

And Joshua did as he said he would—he'd ruin you with his big dick, proving you wrong and making sure you ate your words.

“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight— gonna bust a nut if you keep spasming around me like this—” he groaned against your hair, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head as his thrust got a bit sloppier and faster before slowing down again, letting your first orgasm build up slowly.

“Shua, I'm— I think I'm gonna come—” you keened out a soft whine, breathless and delirious from pleasure. Joshua's cock twitched inside you at the soft admission, making him kiss your forehead before giving you the green light to come around his shaft.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your toes curling and pussy clenching around your best friend's dick as you gushed out slick that it dripped down into Joshua's sheets.

His release came soon after, painting your walls white as ragged breathing came out of him when he spilled his cum into you. So warm, so tight. So perfect.

He pulled out, watching as his cum dribbled out of your spasming hole, causing his dick to harden once more. “Can we go again?”

That made your pussy clench, not expecting Joshua to want to go again immediately after he had just cum inside you. But you nodded nonetheless, needing to feel him over and over until you were a boneless mess in his sheets.

Joshua pulled you closer by your legs, wrapping them around his waist loosely, before sinking into your used hole once more, slipping in way more easily with your mixed juices.

“Fuck, how are you still so tight after I just fucked you..?” It was more of a rhetorical question, really, but you were one to push buttons when you didn't have to.

“Maybe you haven't fucked me enough—eek-!” You squealed when Joshua snapped his hips a little too harshly this time around, but still stayed slow and gentle. He could punish you some other time, more focused on watching his length disappear into your heat over and over again.

Joshua was so entranced by how your stretched hole was barely accommodating his length, his hips rolling in rhythmic thrusts.

He was getting harder at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his dick, seeing how wet he was making you.

He soon moved one of his hands to your clit, rubbing the pudgy nub gently and matching it with his strokes. The way you arched your back and moaned for him was addicting, and he couldn't get enough.

“That's it, baby, moan for me… fuck, I might just breed your pussy—would that be okay? Would you let me breed you?” Joshua babbled, leaning down to kiss your face all over, his soft kisses matching his slow, sensual thrusts.

“Shua, faster—please, please—” you begged, and he complied, setting his pace a bit faster, rubbing your clit a bit more harshly, which made your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him in the same position, which made him groan.

You were practically begging him to keep coming inside you—locking him in place like this. He was fucked, completely fucked. And he didn't want to be anywhere else.

Feeling your cunt tighten around him, he could feel that you were getting close again. He continued working on your clit, moving his head down to your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys into your pretty skin. He, himself, was getting closer, but he wanted to make you come first.

“C'mon, sweet girl, cum for me, cum for me and I'll give you a big load. Please—”

Your orgasm came in bursts, squealing as you held him close, your limbs wrapped around him as you came around him once more. Your back was arched, your mouth agape, and your eyes rolled back, seeing stars from how hard your second orgasm hit you.

Joshua groaned as his hips stuttered, spilling hot, sticky cum inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

He cursed as he kept thrusting, making sure his release was deep inside you, spilling out of your entrance while he was still inside.

Pulling out of you was a difficult thing to do, not wanting to leave your heat even with his softening cock. But when he finally did, he saw how beautiful you looked, ruined and panting.

He kissed your skin all over, worshipping you until he got to your pussy again, kissing and biting your inner thighs before kissing your clit. You squeaked, pushing his head away, whining about how you couldn't come anymore.

“Not gonna eat you out… just let me worship you like you deserve to be worshipped.” He kissed your legs until he got to your ankles, grabbing both of them and folding your legs to your chest.

“God, I might get hard again by just watching my cum drip out of you…” he murmured, his eyes lidded before snapping out of it when you playfully slapped his arm.

“Have some self-control, Hong Jisoo..” you laughed breathlessly at your best friend, but noticed his already hard length.

“That's hard when it comes to you.”

After one more round, Joshua finally decided to let you rest, bringing you a snack and a glass of water. He noticed that you were wearing one of his T-shirts, sitting up on the bed as you took the snack and water from him.

“Okay.. so, uhm..” you started, flushing post-sex, your brain slightly hazy but clear enough to talk to him. “What.. what are we?”

Joshua snorted gently, sitting right beside you while stroking your calf. “I dunno, you tell me. From what I know we're best friends who decided to fuck because someone watched a thirst tweet interview and asking me to prove I have a big dick.”

“Shua, I'm serious,” you whined, looking at him with that soft look in your eyes which always made him melt.

“All I know is that I'm yours.”