#circe2025

you didn’t even want to be here, a cheap frat party thrown by your dorm mates as a welcome to you. its not your thing, you’d appreciate it if they just left you in silence with your books and homework, but no. it was a tradition, they said.

now, you’re here, trapped in the living room by people you’ve never seen in your entire life. stuck at a party thrown for you. “e..excuse… excuse me.” you silently said, squeezing yourself in between warm bodies. smoke filled the room up, not a corner untouched of that unpleasant smell.

once you got out to the balcony, it felt like heaven— fresh air, muffled sounds from the inside, just you and the cold breeze hitting your face. that lasted for only 31 seconds, you hear the sliding door open, “heeseung, don’t be a bitch. i’ll buy you a new one.” a cold voice starts, followed by a soft whine from the person he’s talking to, “dude, i bought that in miami, i can’t find good shit like that here.” 

you turned your head to see two men who look familiar conversing about… something? they acted like you weren’t there, like someone else wasn’t listening to the conversation they were having. you swore you’ve seen these two faces before. 

you turn your face back to the city lights as you start to recall all events you’ve had in uni, the basketball game? no… oh! maybe the football game? wait, no… the science fair? maybe they’re the assholes who caused the horrendous explosion of elephant toothpaste… no, that was the australian guy… you started to get warm on where you’ve seen them, it’s at the tip of your tongue, you just can’t prove it. 

“the thermodynamics quiz bee?” you whisper out loud, you didn’t realize it before the two men’s conversation came to a halt. you heard ruffling before a; “y/n?” 

how did they know your name? you turn to look at them, scanning both faces in a study, then that’s where it hit you. they were your opponents in the thermodynamics quiz bee! 

“what are you doing here?” the one in the black jacket asked, wait what’s his name… heejeung? hee… heebung! no, heeseung.

“oh, uhm… my dorm mates threw this for me, i just moved in yesterday.” you explained, trying to swallow your prideful smile after seeing their faces once again since you crushed their asses in that quiz bee. “how about you? what are you guys doing here?”

they both turn to look at each other, “oh, we sorta get in these stuff as a breather from our academics. it tends to get stressful.” the guy in the white jacket answered, pushing up his glasses, before shoving his hands down his pocket. you noticed his change of demeanor, he looked confused before looking down and pulling something out of his pocket. a small, bright green device.

“oh, shit.” he chuckles as he holds it up to heeseung’s face. the man turned to him, gasping rather loudly before snatching the device from him. “MY BABY!” he cried, holding it to his chest. 

you laugh at his reaction, how could a man ever love an inanimate object. “what’s that?” before you even asked, heeseung was already placing it in between his lips, taking a deep inhale as the device lights up from the bottom.

“try it, it’s green apple flavored,” he hands it to you, you shook your head. “oh, you don’t do these?” earning another shake of your head. “sunghoon, she doesn’t do these,” he told sunghoon in disbelief, holding up his vape.

“how are you surviving college?” he jokes, you giggled at the casualness you three held. it wasn’t your first time meeting, but it was the first time the three of you actually spoke like human beings and not debating on how entropy— okay, zip it.

you turn to them fully, heeseung’s face was turned to the side as he blew the smoke towards the cold air, sunghoon was puffing on the same device before handing it back to heeseung.

“won’t this be bad in your record?” you start, “i mean, it’s against school policy.” 

heeseung wanted to pinch your cheek, you were so cute, all over-aware and conscious. “it only goes bad in our record if we get caught.” heeseung was now leaning his head towards you.

the sliding door opened, “yo, jake just rolled out 17 joints, want some?” your roommate, jay says as his head pokes out the door, “how many you got?” sunghoon asked.

“i don’t know, man. jake just smoked one and he’s passed out. we got like… 15 left.” jay laughs, “it was a the good shit, i took a puff and it’s already kicking in.” 

the three of you all look at each other, before sunghoon spoke up, “give me 3.”, getting a nod from jay, his head disappearing then it pokes out once again alongside his hand reaching out 3 sticks of… something, when heeseung took them, placing one in between his lips. jay digs in his pocket, then his hand is up with a lighter sitting on his palm. sunghoon took the lighter as he lights up the stick in between heeseung’s lips, he grabs a stick from heeseung’s palm, lighting up his own. 

you can’t explain it, but something about the way they know their way around in this is making you feel hot. the way they move in synchronization like they’ve done this a million times, like it’s a routine. the way sunghoon lights heeseung’s joint first before his, the way heeseung’s eyes squint a bit when the smoke it traveling upwards, the way they twist the joint out in between their fingers. 

heeseung was leaning against the balcony, his face scrunching up to the sudden flavor engulfing his mouth. he hold out his palm to you, offering you the other stick, “try”. 

sunghoon handed the lighter back to jay, “alright, enjoy!” then he’s gone, and the door’s closed. it’s just the three of you again.

“i don’t know how,” god, you’re in college and you’ve never smoked or drink. embarrassing. it was cute to the two of them, though, how you’re so clueless with their reality, to what they actually do to handle stress, to what they are beyond their titles. sunghoon wasn’t that perfect-good-boy he turns out to be. heeseung wasn’t that boy who used to get the same gpa as you, both having your names at the first ranking. 

they’re just boys too, behind their excellent academic performances, their untouched student record, their top-student facade. they’re different like this. like, they turn off a switch in their brain that stops them from being the top students in your school. 

“i’ll teach you how, get closer.” heeseung pulls you closer to him. he sets down your joint, as he took his joint from his lips to hold it up to your face. “this is where you put your lips, you take a small inhale, then hold it there.”

“in my mouth?”

“no, in your lungs,” he says as he points to the middle part of your throat, “you should feel something here, hypopharyx, yeah? then exhale when i tell you to.”

when i tell you to. boy, did that do something to you. you close your lips on the joint heeseung was holding out. you follow the steps he instructed. sunghoon was watching intently behind heeseung. 

the feeling was unbearable, the taste was yuck, the heat was unpleasant, yet you held it in, feeling it burn just at the back of your throat, hypopharyx.

“wait.” heeseung instructed, “ok, exhale.” you do as he says, exhaling the smoke. it became thin, almost transparent as your lungs has filtered it out. “good girl, no coughing.”

“you sure you’ve never done this before?” sunghoon rolls his joint in between his fingers as he smiled. impressed on how you didn’t even cough.

“again?” heeseung asks, keeping it just by your face. “try to inhale more, and keep it longer. when it gets itchy and you feel like coughing when it gets to your throat, just swallow on your spit continuously, it’ll go away eventually.” you nod to his explanation.

you were taking small puffs here and there, until you end up in this current state: sunghoon was leaning against the glass door, heeseung was curled up in a ball on the floor, and you were in between them. you guys were laughing at nothing, car horns, the light switch, heeseung’s shoelaces.

you felt carefree, like the world was floating away from your hands, the heaviness you carry is now vanishing. you want to stay like this forever.

“sunghoon… my vape,” heeseung pouts as he retracts the device from his lips to let it go, his vape went tumbling on the floor. “it died.”

sunghoon laughed—no, wheezed at heeseung’s complaint before turning to you, “y/n, can you ask jay to grab my coat?” which you immediately comply.

you twist your body, reaching for the handle of the door to pull it to the right, you scan the living room, spotting jay next to which you assume is sunghoon’s coat. “jaaay! can you pass that?” you point at the coat. 

“what?” he asks, bringing his hand up to his ear, “the coat!” you yell, “the what?!” 

you’ve been pointing at the coat, your back was straining from the twist, so you adjusted your position, you get on your knees, bending down to reach for the coat yourself, you wearing a skirt completely slipped off your mind.

heeseung, whose cheek is pressed against the concrete had a full view of your ass and green panties. “holy shit,” he muttered, catching sunghoon’s attention, now realizing what heeseung was so amused about, the way you looked so sexy this way, your back was naturally arched, the wind helping the both of them to get a better view of your ass, they were enjoying this.

“thank you!” you giggle, closing the door before going back to your previous position, your legs were clamped together as you straightened them again. “here”, you pass the coat to sunghoon, who immediately acted like he didn’t saw anything he wasn’t supposed to see. 

his hand searching for something in each pocket, he took out a box of cigarettes and a pocket lighter, and tossed it to heeseung, who gasped and smiled widely. 

“yey! thank youuuuuuu,” heeseung opened the box and took a cigarette, placing it in between in lips, he tried reaching for the lighter but it was too far, “your aim is shit, sunghoon.” his head was lowering. god, he’s so gone.

you laugh at heeseung, taking the lighter, lightly grabbing heeseung’s jaw, turning his head to face the lighter. despite his fucked out state, he got to ignite it before the cigarette died. 

you turn to sunghoon, “can i have one as well?” 

“take all you want, princess.” you smiled at the nickname, the three of you were now careless, with your actions, your words, your thoughts.

you were half-way into finishing your cigarette, the two boys you were with had their eyes closed, too high to stay awake. you took heeseung’s cigarette butt from his lips and burnt it on the ground, “mm” heeseung muttered.

you suddenly felt a hand on your thigh, “let me have some of that,” sunghoon says with his eyes closed shut. you took the cigarette to his lips, and he turned his head to the other side. 

“hm?” you question his sudden decline, sunghoon opened his eyes, his eyes blood-shot red and hooded. “get on top of me,”

“what?—“ then you felt his hands grip your him to place you on top of his lap, “you smell good, y/n,” 

you were shocked with the sudden sensation, you felt so hot despite the cold air whishing your whole body. 

“take a hit.” he instructed to which you did, then he took both your cheeks in one hand, squeezing it and letting it hover of his, you took this as a sign to exhale. he slightly opened his mouth to inhale the smoke you were letting out.

you did this multiple times until the cigarette reached its end. sunghoon’s hands were now toying the hem of your skirt. 

“you’re no fair,” you both turn to heeseung who was now lifting himself up, knee-walking towards the both of you, he then grabbed the end on your skirt and lifted it up, the sudden cold breeze sending shivers to every nerve you have. 

“you’ve got… really… cute panties on, hehe” he giggled, now pressing a soft kiss to your earlobe, the sensation was crazy, his hot breath made your back arch. 

“argh— don’t do that.” sunghoon said, tightening his grip on the fat of your waist. 

“let’s take this to your room?” heeseung peppered kisses down to your shoulders, your eyes fluttering shut.

“get up.” sunghoon instructed to both you and heeseung who was quick with it, he was lifting you up by your arms. you lock your index finger with heeseung, doing the same with sunghoon when he got up, leading them to your room.

they gave you no time to breathe, sunghoon locking the door behind him and pushing you to your bed. “heeeey, i can’t have outside clothes on my bed,” you whine. 

heeseung pulled you up to sit, “well, take your outside clothes off, then.” his voice was low and laced with lust. you were out of your mind, you started by taking your panties off first, shocking both men kneeling before you. your panties pooled by your ankle, sunghoon shook them off, and touched the pad of your underwear.

“wet? really?” he smiled, he tossed it aside and started to place a hand up your thigh, caressing the soft of your skin. you were reaching for your shirt when heeseung stopped you, “do it slowly, put on a show f’me.” 

the more it happened, the more confidence you get, you run a hand through your hair, letting it sit on the left side, you lick your lips before slowly lifting your shirt, just by your bra. heeseung grunts and shifts in his place. you lift your shirt over your head painfully slow. 

you threw the shirt over his shoulder, instantly getting a low groan from him, “fuck you.”

you stand up and turn around. you kneeled and bent your back, waving your bare ass on their faces, “can you help me? can’t reach,” you fake pout, looking at the both of them. 

you could hear sunghoon’s low growl before undoing the clasp of your skirt, and pulling the slider down. you could feel his hand grope your hips through the skirt before he pulls it down. 

fuck, they could smell your arousal. “jesus christ.” heeseung reached out to unclasp your bra, letting it freely fall down your shoulders. he takes your bra from your chest and throws it on the floor. 

you were just face down your bed, your elbows holding you up, none of you spoke. you sorta tensed, why are they so silent. just as you were about to speak up, you feel a quick, hot, and wet stripe up your pussy. 

“aah— fuck! what the—“ you’re now pulled up by your shoulders, looking up to see sunghoon towering over you, shirtless. you catch every dip of his abdomen, his skin white as snow. this was truly a sight. heeseung noticed the way the two of you were staring at each other deeply that you two didn’t even hear him pulling his pants down.

he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you face him. “can’t forget about me now, do you?” he was slapping the tip of his cock on your cheek. “please me, baby.” the words spilling from his mouth like smooth wine. 

you shifted on your knees, now facing him. you started to pepper little pecks on his raging tip, making it twitch, “agh— don’t tease.” 

“‘m not teasing,” you flash a sweet smile to him, you hear unbuckling behind you. you kept on digging your tongue lightly at the slit of his cock, “god, fuck. i can’t— can’t… do…” heeseung stammers, his hand reaches your scalp again, fisting your hair, enough to hurt.

“stop,” sunghoon orders, pulling you off heeseung. he pushed you on your bed, forced you to lie down with your head hanging off the edge. “you’ve ever been eaten out before?” he asks.

you muffle a small ‘no’, sunghoon smiles. “well, i’ll make you feel how good it is. is that okay with you?” he was walking towards the other end of the bed. he was holding onto your ankles, separating them.

heeseung was now positioning himself in front of you, “hi,” he smiles. you feel comforted by the sudden sweetness, he bends down in front of your face, facing you. “you’re so pretty,” he admits before closing the gap between you. he was actually kissing you upside down. 

the kiss was so messy, full of teeth clashing, tongues everywhere, it was a call for desperation. your hands were traveling up to hold onto his neck, when you suddenly feel the wet warmth laying flat on your cunt. 

“mmmph!” you moan onto the kiss, you feel heeseung smile onto the kiss as grabbing chuckles against your folds, sending a vibration everywhere. you pull away from the kiss, “aah! oh, so goooooood.” 

heeseung stands up, grabbing the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly in between his index and thumb. “mmm, let’s finish off what we started, shall we?” he snickers.

you let you jaw fall slack at an instant, your tongue following suit. heeseung was playing with your tongue with the head of his dick, “oh, such a pretty face.” he reaches for his phone that was placed on your bed.

“smiilee!” he laughs as he snaps pictures of different angles, your face, your tits, his dick just laying heavy on your mouth, sunghoon lapping at your pussy. “fuck, i’m gonna jerk off to this.”

“shend ith to me, hmm,” sunghoon speaks over your core, you moan loudly at the shooting sensations. heeseung took the opportunity to shove inches in your mouth, muffling your sounds. 

you immediately gag onto him, the feeling unfamiliar. “i’m gonna show no mercy to this pretty little mouth of yours, yeah? just dig your nails here if it gets too much,” he guided your hand on his thigh. 

heeseung pulled out fully, roughly rubbing his head up and down your glistening lips, it felt so good for him, “aaaaargh! haha, god. oh, god.” he exclaims before shoving his entire length down your throat. 

“mmmhphh!!” you squeal, hand flying to heeseung’s thigh, not squeezing. he pulls out again, then slams back in. each time he does it, you feel lightheaded. the way he’s so rough with you, the way he’s knocking out every ounce of oxygen from you body, the way you could hear him moan. 

sunghoon on the other hand, felt your pussy fluttering and your clit hardening against his tongue, he laps at it slowly and precisely. your hips trying to chase his tongue unconsciously when it was away. 

“mhf clowsh, mmmh!” you gurgle against heeseung, your own spit flowing down you face, reaching just below your eye. sunghoon pushed his index finger in, “argh, so tight.” 

that was pushing you over the edge, the knot in your stomach about to unravel, you were moaning uncontrollably at the feeling. your whole body was tingling. when you felt sunghoon pulled away, his tongue, his finger, his whole body is away from you.

your hands slap against heeseung’s thighs, your nails digging onto his flesh. you were edged, edged so bad it hurt. “ow! her nails’ sharp.” heeseung pulled your hands away from him, you were now thrashing your legs, knuckles turning white from gripping at the sheets.

heeseung was pounding your face, even bringing his hand down to your neck just to squeeze. “oh, that feels so— so good, fuck, so good… god, i’m close.”

you were crying from the pain you felt at your throat, the loss of pleasure, everything. “mmffmp, shtop!” you begged, running your hands over heeseung’s thigh, desperate for a breath.

heeseung laughs, “you know what to do when you want me to stop, right?” his thrusts were getting sloppier, his own knees were buckling. “just— just hold on a bit longer, okay? i’m gonna shoot my load down… down this pretty pretty throat of yours.” 

you were starting to black out, your jaw going numb before you felt sunghoon crawling on top of you, “mmmmfhhh!” you were whining against heeseung.

“don’t worry, baby. my outside clothes are off,” sunghoon assured before you felt his hard-on grinding against your thigh. you were feeling so many things at once. sunghoon signaled heeseung to remove his hand from your throat.

he crawled up higher, before he licked a stripe up your neck, biting at the thin, stretched-out skin, then sucking it. it earned a moan from both you and heeseung.

“fuck! i feel it on my dick, dude.” heeseung throws his head back. “don’t— don’t stop… please, fuck.” sunghoon laughed at the desperation. sunghoon brought a hand up on your nipple, twisting and pinching at it, while he was sucking hickeys on your throat. heeseung was a moaning mess, and so were you. your hands fly down to sunghoon’s back, scratching at it. “oh, her nails are sharp, fuck. keep doing that f’me.”

“i’m cum— cumming. fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!” heeseung's dick was pulsing in your throat, you felt how deep he was. he was shaking, wheezing, and his face was contorted, his mouth opened, his eyes shut closed. 

you gagged violently when heeseung was pulling out, nudging at your uvula. “AAGH!” you screamed before sucking deep and heavy breaths, heeseung’s cum spilling out your mouth. he scooped his cum that was trickling down your cheek, coating both his index and middle finger. he brought it up to sunghoon’s plump lips. 

sunghoon looked up at him, in shock. yet, he still stuck his tongue out, and lapped at heeseung’s cum-coated fingers. “that’s… fucking… disgusting…” you say in between breaths, laughing. 

heeseung pulls away from sunghoon, as the latter gets off you and pulls you by your legs by the edge of the bed, your head was now laid flat on the mattress, the back of it was now straining from the sudden change of position. 

“sit up.” he ordered, he was licking his lips, it took you a while to process and do what he said. you lift yourself up in pain. sunghoon grabs both your thighs and lift you up.

heeseung crawled on your bed, sitting just below you before sunghoon placed you onto heeseung’s lap.

you can’t process anything that was happening. until you felt sunghoon rubbing his tip up and down on your folds. “please us.” sunghoon said before shoving the head in. 

“OW! no, stop… stop, wait. wait, please, wait.” you were babbling sweet nothings, your misery was egging sunghoon on more. he pushed and pushed in until he was bottomed out. “p—pull… pull out, can’t—can’t take… it, no…” 

“that’s crazy, baby. your pussy’s sucking me in just right.” he pushed his body onto you, grabbing you up again, you felt heeseung’s head on your pussy too.

“no, no. not two, i can’t.” you were begging as you gripped on sunghoon’s meaty arm. causing him to chuckle. 

“oh, silly girl. of course, not.” sunghoon placed a kiss on your lips, the smell was compelling, the mix of weed, cigarettes, and cum was pushing sunghoon over the edge, he could cum just from that. he pulled you in deeper, licking the inside of your mouth, he laughed at your desperation when you immediately opened your mouth up for his tongue.

heeseung was rubbing his tip on your pussy, before dipping down to the curve of your ass hole. “it’s so fucking warm.” he was gliding his tip in your ass, “relax for me, baby. it’ll be easier for the three of us.” 

‘the three of us’, it kept replaying in your head. the thought of it was filthy, having sex with two men at the same time, having two dicks shoved in you. your mind was so cloudy, you didn’t notice the pain you should be feeling when heeseung shoved the head of his dick in your ass. “oh, fuck, it’s so tight, my dick might fall off.” he laughed.

you now felt the excruciating pain, like you were being sawn in half vertically. “heeseung, stop.” you said as you pulled away from sunghoon, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“you can take this, it’s mkaay.” he peppered kisses down your back as he slowly pushed in deeper. 

“mmmfph! i caaaan’t, it hurts so much.” you cry, sunghoon took this as a sign to move, to hush the current pain you were feeling. he pulled out all the way, the tip of head just resting in between your folds, you whine at the loss, closing your eyes. 

heeseung stared at sunghoon for a signal. sunghoon looked down at your core before looking up at heeseung, he nodded. sunghoon thrusted while pushing you down onto heeseung’s dick, your ass cheeks slapping onto heeseung thighs.

“FUCK!” your eyes shoot open, tears now falling down your cheeks, you didn’t know what to feel, heeseung hurts, sunghoon feels good, your nipples hurt, your throat aches. 

“shh, it’s okay,” heeseung moans behind you, you were crying onto sunghoon’s bare chest who was already thrusting into you. heeseung stayed in that position for a while. 

heeseung tried lifting you up, then bringing you down slowly, you moaned at the feeling, “so… good…” you whispered. 

“what was that, baby?” sunghoon asked, panting. his pace was quickening. “say it again, tell heeseung how it feels.”

you turn your head, meeting heeseung’s jaw, “mm, seungie… s—so good, you feel so… good, good, mhmmph.” you were so gone, you press open-mouthed kisses on his chiseled jaw. 

heeseung moans at the nickname, you were so submissive, so sweet. “i know, baby. it feels good for me too.” 

you smile at heeseung’s reply, leaning your back pressed against his chest. you lock eyes with sunghoon, staring deep into his dark eyes, “how about you, hoonie?” 

sunghoon grunts as he looks up, “hm? what about me?” he says in between his quiet groans. you bring a hand up to his mouth, forcing your middle and ring finger in his mouth. you were light with your actions, just coating your fingers in his spit. he bit your finger lightly before pulling it out. 

you bring that same hand down to your swollen clit, rubbing small 8’s onto it. you moan loudly at the sensation it brought you, “mm, does it feel good for you too?” you blink your wet eyelashes at him.

he swore he almost came to that, “of course, you’re squeezing me so good,” he grinds his hips deeper, hitting that spongey part in your pussy. you held onto him, arching your back at the pleasure that pound brought you. 

“oh, yeah? right here?” he smirked as he hit it continuously, you clenched around the both of them, heeseung grips on your hips. 

“sweetheart, don’t do that. i’m gonna cum.” he whispered, the tightness you suddenly made and the feeling of sunghoon’s balls slapping onto his was getting him closer. you were clenching on the both of them on purpose. 

“cum in me, then…” you said as you grind your hips in different directions, it was so messy but perfect, some sways pleased sunghoon, some sways hit heeseung’s soft spot. 

sunghoon’s thrust were so sloppy, you could hear your own slick, “cum with me, baby. please, please, oh, god.” 

you were so close, sunghoon’s grunts and heeseung’s moans were music to your ears, it just pushed you more on the edge. 

“hoonie, don’t stop this time, please? i’m gonna cum with you, i promise. just— just don’t stop please.” you begged. that made sunghoon’s dick twitch, ‘i promise’, you were so desperate. 

“i won’t stop, baby. i’m so close, so… close.” 

heeseung’s hold on you was losing, “i’m— i’m cum—cumming, cumming… oh, fuck!” you felt the warm feeling drip down your ass, that’s what did it to you. 

“me too! i’m cumming! oh— i’m… mmmph!” you cried out, squeezing down on sunghoon as you came. 

sunghoon thrusted onto you one last time before his whole body shook, biting onto your shoulder. “argh, fuck!” he was sloppily thrusting, riding his high. 

heeseung collapsed on the bed, causing you to fall back on him, sunghoon doing the same. the three of you laid on top of each other. 

sunghoon pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you, he bent down to lick the cum away, before shoving his tongue in you. 

“mmm…” you whined, the feelings were too much. heeseung was still in you, unable to move.

he flipped the both of you to your sides, still staying in you. “i can’t pull out, i’m gonna sleep.” he murmurs in your ear, spooning you.

sunghoon stood up, going to the bathroom to wash his dick off, “i’m gonna smoke.” he announced before picking his clothes up, and wearing them again.

you and heeseung stay in the same position when you heard the door closing. both of you were drifting away when you heard your door open again. “you gotta window in ‘ere?” sunghoon asks. 

you lazily pointed at your window, just in front of your bed. 

“i’m smoking here, i missed the both of you when i got out.” sunghood said as he placed the cigarette in between his lips.

“you fucking softie.” heeseung sleepily teased, you laugh at the both of them. 

“get up from there and smoke with me, asshole.” sunghoon rolled his eyes at the both of you before turning his back at you, he’s now leaning at the edge of your window, arms crossed before him.

heeseung whispered into your ear, “wanna smoke?”. earning a nod from you, “i’m gonna stay in you, okay?” 

“mkey,” you giggle as heeseung was hugging your hip before sitting up. you were on his lap, his dick still throbbing in you, “pass us that.”

sunghoon turned around, the sight in front of him made him hard again. you were on heeseung’s lap, you legs tightly shut. your tits were perky and red, hickeys covered your neck and chest, your hair was collected at one side. heeseung’s chin on your shoulders, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

the two of you were patiently waiting for him to pass the cigarette. 

“get off of each other, god damn.” sunghoon passed the cigarette to you before turning around. 

believe it or not, heeseung is a sloppy thruster, he can never set a proper pace; when he does, you do something to make him tremble, causing his thrust to pulsate. especially when you get close and your walls are fluttering tight around him. 

you’ve been sprawled out for almost an hour, cumming undone countlessly. yet, heeseung can’t last 3 minutes with a steady pace, he either goes too fast, or too slow. 

“argh, don’t squeeze me, baby.” he moans as his hips falter, setting its own pace. you watch him slowly crumble on top of you, sweat beads prickling down his chest. 

he’s lost it, the tempo, the pace, everything. all he cares about right now is getting off. you grips your hips in his hands, hard enough to bruise—using you like a silicone sex doll. your back rises from the sheets, you’re being manhandled right now. 

“oh, god! fuck—fuck, baby. you’re so tight.” every slap of your hips to his is punching sounds out of him he didn’t even know he can make. his hands are pulling you towards him, attempting to manage a good pace, but he fails, extremely.

heeseung used to get around a lot, settling with one night stands and fuck buddies. he couldn’t settle with one pussy all his life. he need options. he usually doesn’t care if the girl leaves in the middle of the night, they always leave a little note with their number on it, he never calls though. but the night he laid you down, he knew you couldn’t leave him.

you stirred in your sleep, feeling an unfamiliar weight beside you. you flutter your eyes open only to be met by heeseung’s soft face, he was snoring lightly, lips parted just slightly, his cheeks mushed up in one side. 

your usual routine in these situations with men is to: 

one. wriggle your way out as slow and quiet as possible, to not wake them up.

two. to get dressed as quick as you can.

three. if you were satisfied, you always left a note on the back of a receipt that said— “had fun. lets do it again, xoxo @username ;)”, but that only happens occasionally.

four. leave.

when you successfully mentally ticked off the list, you head for the door, you don’t look back on the man that pleased you, you never did.

the morning you woke up in your own bed, you were bombarded by a user in instagram.

@heezeunglee: fucking leaving? @heezeunglee: how dare u. @heezeunglee: lets meet again pls, ur fucking incredible. @heezeunglee: dude istg im gonna bite ur tit off when u pull that shit on me again.

heeseung definitely has a spit kink. as filthy as it sounds, he feels his cock twitch as soon as his spit lands on any part of your body.

he’s got you bent over him, back arched as your ass is in perfect level with his dick. you looked so majestic in this position, just presenting yourself all filthy. 

his hands dips down, tracing the curve of your spine. he gathers spit at the rim of his lips, placing his tongue on the roof of his mouth before forcefully expelling spit just for it to land on your back. he watched as it slowly drips down.

he felt your hole tighten from the sudden warm sensation, he smiled to himself. “you liked that, huh? felt you squeeze me? baby.” 

stoner!heeseung actually does lines on your body. your back, your stomach, your thigh, your forehead, everywhere. but, his favorite part is your chest. making a thin white line on top of the curves of your chest.

“lift up your shirt,” he says as he’s shifting on his knees, holding a bag of white powder. “i’m gonna have my fun.” 

you giggle as you set the joint in between your lips, clamping down on it as you lift your shirt up alongside your bra. 

heeseung takes a deep breath in through gritted teeth, “ooh, you’re so perfect.” he plops down just on your stomach. opening the back to pour the substance on your chest. 

“pass me the card, princess.” he orders, you take the card placed on top of your bedside table, passing it to him.

he professionally carves the powder into a thin line, letting some stay near your nipple. he does it perfectly every time.

he places the card just by his nostrils to sniff up any that stuck to it before placing it down beside him and setting his head down by your left boob. he brings a finger up his right nostril to block it, he snorts up the drug easily, his head dipping when it reached the curve of your chest, rising on your right boob. 

he lifts his head up to squeeze his nose before throwing his head back and sniffing continuously.

his eyes met yours as he laps on your nipple after.