ONE... TWO... FREEZE!
⌗ stepbro!jiseok x fem!reader x ghostface!jungsu x ghostface!jooyeon
genre: smut, dubcon ( 18+ ) » 9.9k words
your stepbro got lucky with a remote control that can freeze you in time whenever he wants - finally he can shut that annoying mouth of yours
✎… gangbang, time freeze fetish, costume sex, dumbification, degradation kink, humiliation kink, free use, spit kink, scent kink, rough face fucking, choking, hair pulling, size kink, cum play, oral sex (f/m), deepthroating, multiple orgasms, pet names, squirting, slapping (everywhere), dacryphilia kink, spit roasting, gagging, name calling (slut, brat), (unprotected) sex on a glass table, descriptions of body fluids, manhandling, stretching (they’re thick), anonymous sex (hence dub-con), masturbation (m), voyeurism kink, dry humping, facial, panty stuffing, double penetration, balls sucking, brief anal play (f!rec) but no anal penetration, mask kink, mean!dom!nuggetz, brat tamer!gaon, perv!jooyeon, sprinkle of plot if you squint
c.w ! reader doesn’t know who’s under the second mask | can’t handle some of this content? don’t read it!
“Why do you never take me to parties with you?” You ask your step brother, leaning against the doorframe.
You watch him roll the sleeves of his shirt with precision you’ve never seen from him. He’s in a bodyguard costume - which is really just Jiseok in better fitting black clothes.
He doesn’t look up. He continues adjusting the cuffs, then pauses only to check his reflection in the lengthy mirror, exhaling a theathrical sigh. “Because,” his voice drops into that familiar dissmisive drawl, “you’re boring like a nun.”
He nudges your shoulder as he brushes past you, wearing the same infuriatingly effortless charm he always puts on when he’s about to get under your skin.
Normally, you’d follow after him, throwing a sarcastic remark just to keep the back and forth going. But not this time.
On the couch, Jooyeon - dressed in full Ghostface attire - is slouched so low he’s practically part of the furniture, lazily tapping at his phone. You let out a dry, hollow laugh and fold your arms across your chest.
“You think I’m going to spend the night seeking your attention?” you call after him. “Because I won’t. I’ll find plenty of people actually worth my time.”
Jiseok narrows his eyes. “Anyone I know?”
“Maybe,” you purr, finally stepping into the room, gaze scanning his outfit. “So, this is the big Halloween costume? You’re going as… yourself?”
“A bodyguard,” he corrects you flatly.
“How creative. I’m sure everyone will be thrilled to see you in all black again.”
“Not everyone needs blood and glitter to look interesting.”
“Oh, please.” You grin. “You picked that costume just to get girls to throw themselves at you, asking for your protection all night. A bit obvious, don’t you think?”
“It’s strategic,” Jiseok shoots back, arching a brow.
Jooyeon snorts from the couch, his voice muffled by the mask. “Strategic… that’s one word for it.”
You roll your eyes to dismiss him and turn back to Jiseok. “Admit it. You don’t want your stepsister to ruin your precious reputation.”
Not only that - you know the other, bigger reason he wants you nowhere near him. He hates the fact you’re his forbidden fantasy.
For context, you and Jiseok were already making each other’s lives miserable even before you were forced under the same roof. While you were in the same class for years, you shared a mutual, spoken loathing. Always circling each other with sharp glares, competing in math, turning every group project into a battlefield - it didn’t help that your friends hated his friends and vice versa.
But today, you can see it clear as day - he’s losing the upper hand. Today, he’s no longer seeing the girl he argued with during chemistry, he sees a girl who awakens his dirty imagination, and that’s eating him alive. You’ve witnessed him watching you when he thinks you aren’t looking so many times now; with conflicted hunger in his eyes that he tries to cover up with sarcasm.
Jiseok stares at you for a moment, wordless, jaw tensing. There’s a dark storm clouding his eyes.
But Jooyeon fills the silence first. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. Though his tone is distorted by the plastic, it’s still very familiar, with a playful ring to it. “Hey, stepsis. Come here.”
When you settle beside him, he leans back again, manspreading leisurely as if he owns the entire cushion. You’ve noticed this is his default sitting position, but you half-expected him to shift for you. Instead, his knee begins bouncing rhythmically, his leg brushing against yours with every vibration.
“Listen,” he starts, “if you want to go, just go. You don’t need his permission. You’re a big girl.”
“Hey,” Jiseok snaps. “Which side are you on?”
You ignore him, focusing on Jooyeon. A small calculated smile tugs at your lips. There’s always been something about Jooyeon’s casual chaos that you liked; about his sharp appearance and the way he never seems to take anything seriously. So, it’s a perfectly normal reaction to feel a little flutter when his attention is on you.
“You know, you’re right.” you chirp, suddenly feeling determined. You thank him with a grin, then turn to your step brother. “I’m going with or without you.”
Jooyeon grins next; beneath his mask. “Attagirl.”
You imagine walking into the party with Ghostface’s hand on your lower back. Around your waist. People will talk.
Maybe, then… finally, your crush will make a move.
Your lips curl prettily. “Maybe you should be my date?” you ask, resting a hand on his thigh.
Jooyeon’s posture shifts, his voice smoothing out as he responds: “I’d love that, doll.”
Before either of you can do anything else - your entire body goes rigid. Your breath hitches and stays there, trapped in your lungs. Your eyes are locked forward.
“Hey,” Jooyeon waves a hand in front of your face, puzzled by your still form. “What happened?” he questions.
You don’t answer, your lips are unmovable. I’s like you suddenly disconnected.
He looks over his shoulder, then back to you, snapping his fingers by your ear. Nothing.
“What’s wrong with her?” He questions again, turning to Jiseok this time.
Jiseok doesn’t look worried, though. He sighs, and the sound slips out blissful. He holds up a small, sleek black remote, tossing it casually in the air and catching it.
“She’s fine.” He says, indifferent, like this isn’t the first time he’s seen you like this. “I just put her on pause. She was getting on my nerves.” He groans, tilting his head back. “God, she’s exhausting! Why did you have to invite her?”
Jooyeon stares at you, then at the strange device, then back at you. “You mean… that thing made her freeze?”
His friend simply nods. “Yeah, pretty neat, right?”
Flabbergasted, Jooyeon watches the faintest rise and fall of your chest; the only proof you haven’t turned into a mannequin. “Man,” he mutters, leaning in to inspect your frozen expression. “The stuff they’re inventing these days are wild…”
It’s weird, Jooyeon thinks. Really weird… And yet, his gaze drops to your hand that rests motionless, your body pressing against him… and he imagines what it would be like to move it a little, to shift the warmth of your touch somewhere else - just a little bit.
No. This is sick, he tells himself. Wrong. His dick betrays him by twitching inside his pants. Why is it so hard to shove away the thoughts flooding his brain? They’re perverse and twisted.
He’s always had his eye on you. But now, sitting this close to you, as you’re dressed in the most revealing pajama set, the scent of your distracting perfume clinging to the air, he begins to think you were carved to test his moral compass.
“So, have you ever…” he begins to wonder out loud. However, his question dies there.
Maybe it’s for the better, whispers the rational voice in his head.
“You freezed her again?” Jungsu arrives, his expression calm, as if finding you frozen in time isn’t a new sight to him. He crosses his arms, stepping into the room.
Jiseok doesn’t offer an apology. He just stands there, the remote still gripped in his hand.
Jooyeon shifts his attention to Jungsu, taking in his costume - it consists of nothing more than black denim jeans and a plain black t-shirt. The Ghostface mask dangles from his fingers.
He groans, throwing up a hand in protest. “Where’s your robe?”
“I ripped it.” Jungsu replies, deadpan.
“Seriously?” Jooyeon makes a fuss, brows scrunching in annoyance. “Dude, we’re supposed to be a killer duo.”
“We still are, chill. I have the mask.” Jungsu says, pulling the white plastic over his face.
Jooyeon waves an arm in disbelief. “It’s not the same.”
“Not my fault you ordered the cheapest Ghostface kits on the internet.” Jungsu retorts, a trace of an amused smirk curving his lips.
Until his gaze drifts downward, landing on your still figure. Specifically, your hand on Jooyeon’s lap. It wipes away every bit of humor in an instant. Something in his chest tightens, uninvited.
What had you two been talking about before he walked in, he wonders. What made you lean in so close… what made you touch him like that?
He turns to Jiseok, searching for any distraction from the sight. “You know you could just, like… talk to her? Try to actually get along?
Jiseok opens his mouth but then shuts it again. Realising he doesn’t have a good comeback, he just scoffs. “It’s a waste of time. Talking to her is impossible.”
“Yeah, I’m with Jungsu on this one.” Jooyeon exhales, separating his legs even wider as he adjusts, gaze flickering at you. “Dude, you have no idea how lucky you are. Wish I had a hot step sister like that, I’d treat her so well…”
Jungsu’s jaw tightens. “That’s not what I meant.”
Jiseok sighs in annoyance. His friends are impossible - one is defending you, like you’re some innocent, perfect thing. The other doesn’t even bother pretending - he simply, openly wants to fuck you.
Fortunately, he remembers an old costume of a magician sitting in his wardrobe; it offers an easy shift to the conversation. “Wait. I think I have a black robe I can give you for tonight.”
Jungsu sighs. “Fine, let’s see it.”
The two of them disappear down the hallway toward Jiseok’s room. Jooyeon remains on the couch, his thighs still spread, his entire body heating up at the weight of your hand, warm and still.
He knows what he needs to do.
He reaches over, taking the black remote from the coffee table where Jiseok had tossed it. With a sharp click the world rushes back to you.
“Good,” you breathe out, picking up exactly where you left off. Your voice is soft and hopeful as you look up at his mask.
Not breathless as he expected.
“So, if we’re going to be spending the night together…” you murmur flirtatiously, “maybe you should kiss me. So we can get to know each other a little better.”
Jooyeon lets out a breath of pleasant surprise. There’s a new slight rasp to his voice when he finally speaks again. “I like the way you think, stepsis.” His slender fingers hook under the chin of the mask and peel it back. His blonde hair is in a messy, low ponytail, several long strands escaping to frame his face.
He leans in, and when his lips meet yours - it’s not light nor playful. It’s heavy and demanding. His hand quickly slides from the back of the couch to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer until you’re practically in his lap.
You allow it.
You need Jooyeon horny and clingy in order to achieve your goal at the party. But you’d be stupid if you say you’re not enjoying this. In fact… you’re enjoying it to the point you immediately grind against him, lost in the heat of his mouth.
Scratch that - you want it.
“Holy shit, baby…” he grunts against your lips. His hands drop to your ass, impatient fingers digging into your flesh, forcing you to repeat the exact same movement. “You’re making me wanna fuck you right here. Right now.”
“After the party,” you lie smoothly. “Promise.”
Jiseok steps back into the living room, then stills. His gaze locks on the couch where Jooyeon has you pulled flushed against his chest, his greedy palms cupping the curve of your ass.
“What the fuck?!” his deep voice vibrates with a sudden, dangerous edge.
You pull back just enough to break the kiss, but your mouth remains hovering near Jooyeon’s, your heavy breaths mingling together. Then, you turn to the side, locking eyes with Jiseok.
The air turns thick, with the kind of tension that usually ends with a scandal.
Instead of answering, you wet your lips and look back at Jooyeon, calm and collected despite the delight that has ignited in your chest. “I’ll get changed. Wait for me.” you murmur quietly, fingers releasing the black fabric of his attire.
But before you can leave his lap, Jiseok crosses the room and finds the black remote. He doesn’t think twice before pressing the button.
“You’re such an asshole,” Jooyeon mutters, throwing his head back.
“I know I didn’t leave her on your lap.” Jiseok glares at him.
“And I didn’t ask her to sit on it,” the blonde boy shoots back, a cocky grin streching on his lips. “She literally throwed herself at me. I’d be an idiot to say no.”
Jiseok’s stare steadies on you. The realisation slowly threads through his mind as he traces the calloused fingers slipping from your hips; the way they stretched out your cotton shorts in need to feel more of you.
It’s not like the thought has never crossed it before. Of course, he’s not blind - you’re hot. The kind of beauty that’s distracting in the worst way.
It’s not like he’s never imagined what you’d look like bent over. Breasts jiggling as you get fucked.
“I have an idea,” he says suddenly, tapping the device against his chin. “Make her horny. Just enough to make her want to stay home.”
Jooyeon finds his friend’s gaze across the room - it’s intense but steady, like he’s being very serious about what he’s saying right now.
He tilts his head, searching for any signs that he might be joking. He’s heard all kinds of insane shit from his friend’s mouth but this…
His vision drifts back to you - to your parted lips, to your boobs half-exposed due to your loose cleavage. There’s no bra to hide them from his shameless gaze. “Sure. Why not?” he murmurs, voice lowering, mischievous.
Jiseok steps forward. His grip on the remote tightens as his eyes follow his friend’s hand tugging the elastic of your shorts, so the other can slip inside them easier.
Jooyeon shoots him a quick glance over your shoulder. A perky smirk on his mouth. “I won’t be too surprised if she’s already wet, though.” Then, his gaze returns to you, sharpening in concentration. He knows you’re unable to react, but still, he pierces through your frozen eyes while making the first few circles on your clit. Unhurried and precise. “Ah, nice…” he comments quietly, as if careful not to disturb you in your sleep. “Her pussy’s so warm and soft.”
His clothed cock grows as the circling motions turn more persistent. One, two, three… he rubs over the small, soft bulb, but you remain still and silent on his lap.
“I wonder what her moans would sound like,” he muses. His middle and ring finger slide through your folds until they slow once he feels some moisture collecting. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?” he then laughs, simultaneously bringing his digits back up, smearing the arousal all over your clit.
Jiseok, remaining at the same spot, clenches his jaw. “Shut up.”
That only makes Jooyeon’s grin widen, like he’s the only one who’s aware of something no one else knows. “Oh, I know you want to fuck her, c’mon.” He pulls out his hand, his gaze immediately dropping to his fingers, sticky and marked with your shiny essence; he brings them to his mouth, sucking on them, as if they’re coated with sugar. His mouth makes a small but lewd noise when he drags them out to say: “And she wants it too. You know that, right? God, my cock is fucking throbbing.”
Jiseok glares at the floor, tossing the remote in the air to keep his hand busy. Does he think this is funny? That he spent years trying to ignore your existence just for his old man to marry your mother? And now he’s stuck staring at you aross the table?
Why does he think he bought this stupid remote control in the first place?
“I see the way you two look at each other,” Jooyeon continues, tone calmer than before. “She’s even going out of her way to make out with me just to get your attention. I’m not that stupid, dude.” He lets out a short, dry laugh. He finds the waistband of your shorts, then drags them to your thighs. After a small adjustment in your posture, he then says: “Just look at this cunt, damn…”
Jiseok’s face goes red with a mixture of emotions - frustration, shame, jealousy… He hates that he’s being so obvious. He hates that he needs to feel you so badly.
“Getting wet,” the blonde mutters almost in a hiss; his mouth grazes your ear as he shifts both palms on your ass, spreading it open for his friend’s eyes. “See that?”
Finally, Jiseok steps forward, like he’s just been slapped in the face. He pockets the remote, letting his hand roam your waist, your hip, the curve of your left cheek, before he kneels down to observe you up close.
The view is mouth watering, tempting him like nothing has ever before; he can’t help but lean in, brushing his nose against your soft skin, inhaling your natural scent.
A dangerous smirk spreads across Jooyeon’s lips as he keeps the steady circles on your clit going. He leans back, curious of your step brother’s next move.
When a low, desperate groan, muffled by the skin of your body, spreads out of nowhere, he knows that his friend has finally caved in.
“There you go,” he grins victoriously, sliding his spare hand under your flimsy top. He squeezes hard, as if he’s the one who just surrendered to a fantasy he promised he’d never submit to. “Get a good taste of that.”
Panting from the adrenaline rush, Jiseok forces himself away from your pussy; the sweet taste of your arousal clinging to his tongue. One taste, he told himself.
Yet, he goes in for one more.
Hands keeping you spread open, he leans back in, dipping the tip of his tongue in your entrance, again and again - it’s amazing how it still manages to react when your entire body is freezed; it pulses excitedly from their combined efforts, putting him in a temporary trance when he backs away to swallow delightfully.
“Fuck, she tastes so good.” He grunts, immediately pushing his middle finger inside.
Too lost in the sight of your alluring mouth, Jooyeon is busy imagining his cock invading your throat; your lips are so temptingly close to his face, parted prettily in a way that occupies his full attention.
And… he sees something shiny.
“Holy shit,” he mutters in awe, leaning forward. “She’s drooling.” The moment your spit trickles down the corner of your mouth, he’s quick to stick out his tongue and lick it up.
Finally, Jiseok pulls out his finger. “This should do it.”
Jooyeon relaxes against the cushion with an anticipant look sharpening his face. His palm shifts over the tent in his pants, but it does very little to stop the continuous blood flowing to his dick. “You know,” he speaks after a beat, “If you don’t figure out how to handle her, someone else is going to do it for you.”
“Shut your mouth,” Jiseok snaps, his voice slightly cracking with a mix of annoyance and something else; deeper. He reaches for your shorts and pulls them back up, adjusting them around your hips.
His friend scoffs at the reaction, unimpressed by the “threat”. He tilts his head, scanning the quiet hallway. “By the way,” he asks, “where’s Jungsu?”
“On the phone with Seungmin.” Jiseok answers, stepping to the side while fixing the collar of his crisp shirt. “I think he said he’s coming to pick him up so they can drop by the mall. The robe doesn’t fit him.”
As he speaks, a hand enters his pocket. In a single second, the remote is out, and you - awake.
The transition is almost violent. One moment you were leaning into a kiss, and the next, you stumble, knees weak like jelly. The air in the room feels different - heavier, and not enough.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, clutching at the chest in front of you; yours is heaving wildly, as if you’ve ran a marathon.
But it’s not just that - you also squirm and twitch, lacking control over your movements. You feel the urge to moan - an undisputed pleasure has risen in your system.
“Shh,” Jooyeon murmurs instantly. He closes his arms around you in a hug, tucking your head against his shoulder. “I got you, baby girl. I got you. You just got a little dizzy, that’s all.” Over your head he shoots Jiseok a look that is pure provocation.
Panting, you close your eyes for a moment. You try to recall when did this rush magnified to such extent but you can’t. The last few minutes are a blur.
Your hips keep convulsing, searching for friction. There’s a fog wrapped around your mind, and the only thought present there is relief. Pleasure.
Orgasm.
“Jooyeon,” you trail off, lips brushing against his neck.
Even his scent is egging you on. You need to do… something.
“I’m here, doll.” He coos, his touch silently commanding you to face him. “Look at you,” he draws with his melodic voice, big, firm hands cupping your cheeks. His brows furrow in a fake concern. “Your pretty face is burning up. What happened, huh?”
Your fingers twitch against the cheap fabric of his costume. “I… I don’t know. I feel a little light headed all of a sudden, and…”
His gaze drifts down your body - where one of your hands wants to move but hesitates to do it in front of him. “Go ahead,” he encourages you, but his low voice makes it sound like an order. “Check what you want to check.”
You don’t need to be told twice. As you still straddle him, you bring your hand to your clothed pussy. There’s a wet patch. Your fingertips rub over it, and your clit instantly reacts, throbbing from the light touch.
When did you become so sensitive?
“Shit…” your breath hitches at the sudden realisation.
You gulp, grinding forward, forced by the bubbling warmth in your core; it’s rising insistently as your touch lingers on your sensitive spot. A moan, loud and unbashful, escapes you once you bump into Jooyeon’s erection, immediately repeating the motion, so you can trace it with your pussy lips even better, harder.
“Is there a problem, pretty?” he smirks, mischievously. The way his gaze darkens signals you that he knows exactly what you’re up to.
You nod, moving your hips again. Then again. “Yes… I’m—“
“Maybe you should stay home tonight.”
Jiseok appears, crashing on the empty space on your left. Even his familiar voice isn’t enough to steal your attention from the upcoming climax at first.
But then, somehow, your eyes meet. The hunger inside his stare, much intense and restless than before, captivates you. But instead of your rhythm faltering, you only feel a bigger need to keep going.
“No,” you disagree, going breathless. “No, I’m… I’m fine…”
Jiseok leans towards you, an almost devilish expression contorting his face.
His dangerous closeness only adds to the flowing heat inside you - which explodes once your mouths collide in a messy kiss; the relish spreads through your veins, obsessively, as you tug at his collar to pull him closer.
“Finally,” Jooyeon cheers with gushing enthusiasm. “Jesus Christ.”
Then, your voice elevates, cracking in pure pleasure. Right into Jiseok’s mouth.
When your squirming calms, your soft lips peel away slowly.
His gaze holds onto yours, no intention to leave you out of sight. “Why…” he questions, voice roughening at the edges, “do you always have to be so fucking loud?”
“Attention,” you answer.
To which, he laughs; a sound that’s half-dry, half-aroused. “Attention? That’s what you want?”
Your mouth opens slowly, your voice slipping in a seductive whisper as you divulge: “Not just any kind of attention.”
The boys’ gazes linger on your aroused expression. But Jiseok is the one who moves first - he leans back, undoing his leather belt with eager movements.
“I’ll give you attention then,” he says, tone surprisingly steady. “I’ll give you soo much attention that you’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life.”
His dress pants are unzipped, dragged down his thighs, along with his dark boxers. Your vision abruptly shifts from his hard dick when Jooyeon tilts you to the right.
“You’re such an easy girl,” he grins sharply, fingers digging into your warm cheeks. “How did I not see it sooner?”
Then, it all happens so quickly - you’re grabbed by the hips and with a single adjustment you’re suddenly met with Jiseok’s cock; the flushed head twitches subtly against his abdomen when your warm breathing hits the skin.
“Take it in your mouth,” he says, his hands already pressing down against the back of your skull.
You welcome him to the base, making him groan in approval as his hands prevent you from moving. Seconds pass by and his breathing subtly changes as the warmth around him increases.
Your nails press against his thigh harder when he yanks you off his cock to give you a quick look - you’re drooling all over him, lips reddening and puffy, gasping for a breath.
“Shit,” he mutters to himself more than anything, hypnotized by the sight of your beautiful shiny lips. “Start sucking, brat.” Then, he pushes you back down.
You breathe through your nose and hollow your cheeks. Your lips are sealed around his length again, but now they swiftly move up and down, the taste of his pre cum teasing your gliding tongue that covers every inch.
“Yeah,” he groans in pure pleasure. “Put that mouth to good use for once.”
Despite the harsh words and the rough fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you in a measured rhythm, you can tell Jiseok is careful not to hurt you.
The weight on your head is firm and steady, leaving no room for escape, and yet his touch feels careful, as if he’s handling something precious while he applies the slow pressure - each time you slide back up to his tip.
At the same time, you feel Jooyeon’s warm fingertips tracing your spine, then the back of your thighs. They pull at your stained pajama shorts and before you know it - two of them dip into your pussy.
You don’t stop sucking. You moan around Jiseok’s cock, stimulating him further with the vibrating sensations; his eyes flutter shut and his head falls back, hands finally letting you move on your own.
“Keep it up,” he whispers, tugging at his black tie to loosen the knot a bit. “Don’t fucking stop—fuck!”
Beside him, Jooyeon groans at your exciting warmth. At the way your gummy walls accept his digits so easily, pulsing and pulsing, like they’ve been waiting for him all this time.
This wet, fluttering thrill has him fidgeting with his black attire. He finds the zipper of his pants and pulls it in a rush.
An even bigger, rougher sound crawls out of his throat once he finally gets a hold of his length; it’s rock hard, dribbling with pre cum. He strokes it slow, smearing the transparent essence leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world. Half-lidded gaze fixated on your curve, he lands a quick smack on your ass before returning to your heat again.
“Isn’t this way better,” Jiseok murmurs, taking in the view: you, so focused on his pleasure, so full of him, “than trying to act smart and cocky all the damn time? Answer me.”
The sounds of you humming as your tongue keeps the motions around his length, instead of using words, is like music to his ears; the sound of your breathing coming through your nose intensely as you’re unable to peel off him, too.
But he needs to hear you say it.
You lift up, panting heavily the moment your lips release him with a pop; the head of his cock is reddish and soaked from your spit, it looks like it’s about to spurt into your mouth any second now.
Your voice is weaker, just loud enough for him to hear; but there’s a flirtatious ring to it that’s impossible to miss. “So much better,” you agree, biting your lower lip playfully. But then, as Jooyeon heightens the pressure in your belly by stroking your pussy lips back and forth, you ask: “Can’t I… do both?”
“No, that’s greedy.” Jiseok responds, the corner of his mouth tugging into a mean smirk.
Jooyeon picks up the pace. Fast, confident rubs against your aroused clit. They make your figure twitch once or twice; your breaths turning into short, shallow bursts as another high approaches.
“Feels good, huh?” He questions behind you.
“Yesyesyes—“
Jiseok lets you rest your cheek on his lap, noticing how close you are; but not long before he guides his cock to your mouth, shoving it in with a persistent grip.
“Dirty, horny slut.”
His warm tip rubs against the smooth inside of your cheek, then pops out, smacking you in the face. More obscene sounds fill the air once he invades your mouth again, jerking it while his tip remains pressed into your slick cheek.
He bucks his hips with a groan, then pulls out. You can only pant, feeling the hot wave rise inside you.
“I’m… oh my god—“ the words transform into a long, strained whine that fills the entire room.
For you, it happens in a flash of a second, - the throbbing knot snaps, your vision goes white - while for the two boys the moment unfolds on slow motion.
“Ah, good girl.” Jooyeon grins, abruptly stopping his fist. His other palm slaps your cunt, like a messy praise. “Look at this little pussy getting wetter and wetter.” His digits drag in between your slick folds, making you shudder before he brings them up, sucking on them shamelessly.
He’s already addicted to your taste; he needs every drop of arousal he can get.
With clumsy movements, you turn to face him. The second you shift Jiseok drops to the floor, back against the couch, head slightly tilted. Mouth eagerly open for you as his eyes, hazed and dilated, follow every small action of yours.
Feeling his plump lips between your legs would feel heavenly right now. Your wettest dream come true.
But there’s also Jooyeon… whose presence alone pulls you in like gravity. You lean over his lap, tongue attaching to the side of his dick as your lips close around it. Immediately, he groans from pleasure, easing into the sensation with arms relaxed on the back of the couch.
“Holy shit, you’re good.” He mutters, impressed, gaze locked strictly on the way your head bobs in a perfect rhythm. “Mm… You’re missing just one thing, baby girl,” he then grins, his eyes darting towards his friend, flashing with a sudden intent.
He raises a hand and signals with his index finger, gesturing for Jiseok to return to the couch. Is it a silent command, or just a playful challenge…
Jiseok hesitates only for a second as he stares at the finger, then at you - how you slow your motions sensually, but never release his best friend’s dick. He raises on his feet, jaw tight, looking almost frustrated.
Jooyeon’s grin only widens as he watches him close the distance, planting one knee firmly on the couch cushion while keeping his other foot braced on the floor. Then, his hands slide over your ass before settling on your hips, slightly squeezing.
Once again you drag your slick lips to the salty tip, but this time you hold and suck, before teasingly detaching with a lewd smacking sound.
Jooyeon’s breathing picks up as his attention drops back to you; the way you wrap one fist around him, holding the thick base with a newfound confidence has him suppressing a moan.
One stroke, then another, your eyes snap up to him, though your awareness is entirely fixed on the heat radiating from the palms lingering on your body.
Loud enough for Jiseok to hear every word, you murmur: “He wouldn’t dare.”
As if suddenly he isn’t even in the room.
The air between the three of you thickens, so thrilling, Jiseok’s knee sinking deeper into the cushion as he leans over slightly. He grips you with an undeniable heat, then shoves himself in a single motion.
He’d dare to do a lot of things just to prove you wrong.
You yelp at the quick intrusion; a striking wave of warmth suddenly crashing into your system as his cock settles deep inside you.
“Don’t test me,” he warns, his breath shaky as he snaps his hips forward in a fierce thrust - another one follows right after, creating an immediate sharp rhythm that makes your whole body jerk. “You… spoiled… brat.” he punctuates his words with every next move. “Getting on my nerves… all… the fucking time.”
He fucks you in a mean way - just like he speaks to you.
Desperate sounds start flowing from your mouth, erotic and loud. Wanting to get off Jooyeon, you put in all the effort you’re capable of in maintaining your grip steady, but you lose balance and your fist goes loose and clumsy; the pleasure that was intensifying in his core fades.
He strokes your head twice, slowly. “Shh, baby girl.” He softens his voice in an artificial sympathy. “You have a dick to suck on.”
Swift fingers grab onto the roots of your hair to steady your mouth while his other hand adjusts his erection. One second you watch a string of spit trickle down his length, and the next, you’re pressed into his lap - choking as his tip hits the back of your throat.
“Ah, come on,” he grunts displeased, tightening the fist around your hair the louder you gag. “Don’t embarrass yourself now.”
“I’ve been craving to fill that mouth with something so many times,” Jiseok continues, voice getting rougher; like the sounds his body makes when it slams into yours. “So she can’t say a fuckin’ word to me.”
“Dude,” his friend turns to him, laughing as he yanks you off his cock,” “you have a problem.”
You gasp for air, unable to do anything about the spit that’s hanging.
The dizzying fog clears and you see it - the shadow. Leaning against the doorframe is a tall figure in all black. His Ghostface mask stares back at you, its hollow eyes still.
“Someone’s watching us,” you murmur quietly.
Jooyeon doesn’t move. He just glances casually over his shoulder, a knowing playful grin spreading across his face.
“Ah, our dear friend is back,” he says, then he tunrs his attention back to you. “Relax, baby girl. He’s with us.” He pats the top of your head.
“Want him to join us?” Jiseok asks, the slam of his hips landing sharp before he stops, finally allowing you to take a proper breath. “You already take two cocks like a champ. What’s one more?”
“Who is he…” you manage, voice laced with discreet curiosity.
“Does it matter?” Jooyeon challenges.
You gaze ahead; the way your eyes search for his behind the plastic mask… it’s a lot to take in when he’s the only one who knows.
But it’s also thrilling.
“No,” you breathe. A spark of excitement flaring beneath the nerves.
The stranger begins to move, his steps are heavy and measured as he enters the room. He is broad, looming significantly taller than both Jooyeon and Jiseok. But every inch of him is a mystery in black. You can’t tell who is behind the mask or even what he’s thinking as he closes the distance between you.
But one thing is clear - the way his gaze is fixed on you, like you’re the only thing in the room worth noticing.
Jooyeon watches the silent interaction with a detached sort of fascination while the weight of his newly arrived friend creates a warm, expectant atmosphere. “So quiet all of a sudden,” he notes amused.
Jiseok pulls out without a warning, causing a small gasp to slip from you. The sudden emptiness finally snaps you back in the moment.
“Greet our guest, brat.” He instructs with a smack on your ass.
When you shift properly on your knees, he’s already in front of you - the guest. He takes your chin between his fingers to lift your gaze.
“Hi,” you smile seductively. Your eyes flicker to his crotch, the visible bump temporarily stealing your attention. “Let me help you feel comfortable,” you murmur softly, your hands searching left and right - you wrap fists around both boys beside you, stroking steadily.
But you don’t leave the stranger out of sight even for a second. Or, is he a stranger? He could be.
You observe him quietly as he tilts his head, there’s an undeniable power in his anonymity that charges the air, but you have a feeling that he’s… different, courteous.
After he tugs the zipper of his jeans, he reveals a size that leaves you speechless. Your mouth waters at the way it bounces up against his abdomen, the nice thickness, the clean shave. Precum is already drooling down the pink tinted head and his thumb sweeps over it.
Your body moves before you know it - you lean in, tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the side. A gentle smooch on the swollen tip, and your hands, unable to resist it, suddenly close around the generous size, tugging in sync.
They wrap perfectly together around it.
However, your grip falters once Jooyeon abruptly moves on his feet, signaling his newly arrived friend to take his place. “I have to see this small pussy take it,” he mutters, pulling you on the stranger’s lap, adjusting your legs and arms, as if you’re a soulless doll.
A harsh slap falls on one of your thighs before he finally grasps tightly to secure them wide open. The way he kneels for a perfect close up brings immediate heat to your face - his dark eyes obsessively watch how your hole stretches little by little, struggling to welcome the unfamiliar size.
Though slowly, the tip finally slips in, but the rest…
“Fuck—“ you squeal, face scrunching at the sharp sting shooting through you. “Too big for me…”
“It’s perfect,” Jooyeon protests, low and firm. “Right, step bro?”He looks at Jiseok who jerks off to the sight of you mewling, pretty head falling back on his friend’s shoulder.
“She needs to learn her lesson,” he replies, but his voice is tense, like he had to force the words out.
Jooyeon adjusts his grip, fingers digging roughly into your flesh. “Come on, doll.” He coos sweetly, provocative gaze flickering at you from below. “Our friend here hasn’t had a pussy like this in a while… Be a nice host, yeah?”
Then, he lets out a knowing laugh at his own comment. He knows exactly how Jungsu would react to his teasing if he weren’t currently so focused on you, and on the tight grip of your pussy.
“Up,” he orders, helping out with lifting your hips as your feet stay planted on the cushion. “Aaand down…” His own dick throbs at the sight of you swallowing every inch. “See? Wasn’t that hard.” He slaps your thigh in approval, then backs away to see the full view with a pleased curve of his lips.
His fist goes around his cock, pumping speedily while you watch as a brand new rush begins to make its way into your system.
You wish you could keep your eyes on him for longer, but it’s difficult with such a big size thrusting now into you - in the best angle possible. He’s long enough to hit exactly where it should, effortlessly meeting that special button inside you with the right amount of pressure.
It never feels like this… even with your favorite dildo.
The guy must feel just as good; you can tell by the small moans, laced with intense pleasure that travel from the mask and linger at your ear, shaking softly the harder you squeeze.
There’s a subtle hint of familiarity in the mellow sounds… but right now, your brain is too muzzy to completely grasp it.
A calloused hand sneaks around your neck, making your breath hitch. As the pleasure builds tighter in your core, your oxygen decreases.
Your gazes meet, however your focus is barely there.
“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” Jiseok mocks. “Look at that… you can’t even keep your eyes open. Such a slut.”
He presses a little more against the sides of your neck while his other hand dances around his cock, the heat of his fist forcing deep moans out of him. “There’s nothing in that small, pretty head…” his perverted mouth keeps on going.
When your eyes roll back to your skull, and your mouth suddenly goes silent, he eases the grip on your throat. And the one around his erection, or he risks losing control right there and then.
At this point, the only thing on your mind is that you have to move your hand. You don’t know how, or when exactly you manage to gather the energy to do so, but you successfully find your clit.
It feels so warm, the desire in your lower stomach is scorching, your walls throbbing in a pleading rhythm… Two or three rubs is all it takes - you squirt, your brain going completely numb the second you let go.
The sight of the intense stream has the boys exclaiming astonished; Jooyeon so much so that he releases, his cum landing all over the glass surface of the coffee table.
The cock inside you suddenly pulls out in a rush, all drenched.
“Oh my god,” is all you manage in your hoarse voice; your energy levels have dropped immensely.
“Huh? Did you say something?” Jiseok mocks, leaving his seat.
His friend swiftly turns you so you can straddle his lap. Jiseok’s eyes track the way his solid length rubs against your plush ass before disappearing inside you again, making you yelp and grasp at the back of the couch.
His hips buck up only slightly, though. Once you sense that the warm pressure doubles, and your pussy begins to stretch, wider like never before… while several hands keep your cheeks open - that’s when you realise that he was simply waiting for Jiseok to make the next move.
Your breathing turns into a rattling mess, your chest heaving rhythmically against the Ghostface mask as a whole new type of warmth infuses your body. “Jiseok—“ your small voice weakens further as your mind suddenly locks on the way his cock makes his way into your already full entrance. You feel a temporary twinge before deep satisfaction takes over, lighting up every nerve.
“Can’t hear you, sweetheart,” he says, slightly quieter as he’s occupied with taking in the sight of your pussy expanding. “Speak up if you have something to say.” Then, he rolls his tongue inside his mouth, releasing a thick string of spit; it falls in between your cheeks, slowly trickling downwards where half of his size is successfully buried.
“So desperate for cock,” he murmurs, voice tense with lust. Few slaps land on your ass, setting your skin on fire, before he finally moves his hips forward, pushing the last remaining inch. “Feel how easily this cunt takes me too?” His tone now rises, the obsessive pleasure causing him to move, think, speak faster. “When she’s already fuckin’ full.”
Quiet cussing drops from his tongue as he concentrates on the way you clench intensely around both of them, wailing at the steady movements. Jungsu’s grip remains secure on your ass, squeezing tightly, the skin bruising beneath his strong fingers as he pounds into you.
He provides such a perfect, detailed view which eventually leads Jiseok’s eyes to your butthole. He presses his thumb against the sensitive spot, smearing the remaining moisture from earlier with circling motions.
“Bet you’ll take one more in here if you could,” he says, low and disdainful, as his other hand reaches for the roots of your hair, tugging enough to see your spine arch. “Anything for some attention, right?”
This turns you into a babbling mess; a chain of desperate please and more echoes in the living room. You sound and feel completely drunk, spinning with pleasure.
Until one moment the only thing left to do is whine as loud as your voice can handle. Euphoria ripples through you like a firework, leaving you breathless and shaking. Another orgasm hits you powerfully, your juices spilling freely over the stranger’s lap and stomach. Your walls squish both cocks almost aggressively as one of them continues bumping into your g-spot, just more leisurely now.
Your heart is banging, you wonder if the man holding you tightly to his chest could hear it.
“Come here, babe.” Jooyeon is quick to call for you, like you’re some kind of puppy that switches between the three of them, eager to play.
But it’s a challenge to blink back the haze, your muscles refuse to cooperate as you try to find your footing and cross the small distance to where he stands. You kneel down while he reaches out, grabbing a handful of your hair.
“Look,” he forces your eyes on the mess - a mixture of his creamy white cum and droplets of your own liquids. “Look at what you did.”
“You know that you’re doing the cleaning after this, right?” Jiseok grins behind you.
“Better start early,” Jooyeon titters, giving you a push. Aroused in every sense of the word, he watches your tongue glide against the clear glass, moving in the direction of his cum.
It’s still warm, the rich salty taste making you tingle. You don’t hesitate to swallow, looking up at him with obedience glinting in your glazed eyes. Then, you lean down for more, little shallow bursts of panting leaving your mouth.
“There you go,” he drawls, entertained by how easily you go along with his nasty ideas. “Lick it all up, slut.”
When you’re done, he grabs your jaw to lock mouths with you; a single, very wet and noisy kiss that makes you lose balance. No, the thrill has you losing track of everything; you don’t even feel him hoisting you onto the table until the icy sting of the glass bites into your feverish skin. The contrast is like a jolt to your system.
When he turns you, you are faced with Ghostface again who strokes his member with such measured precision; he seems concentrated, like he’s doing his best not to come too.
You spread your legs, Jooyeon’s veiny hands grabbing your boobs, squishing them a little before spitting roughly on one of your nipples. The sensation of his fingers pinching and twisting has you whimpering as Jiseok positions himself.
You’re full again.
The familiar fog of pure exhilaration returns. And because they are similar in thickness, your hole starts tightening straight away, squelching as your arousal dribbles on the glass table; the contrast between the hot length and the cold surface making your toes curl.
“Holy shit, you’re fucking soaked.” He groans, quick to find the pace that makes your voice elevate. The pool of arousal has his cock moving in and out effortlessly, balls smacking against your heated skin. “My dick’s gonna drown in here, fuck—“
Jooyeon shifts behind you. His greedy cock is hard again; you notice it now that he has your head hanging from the rounded edge of the table.
Your tongue lolls out.
“So sweet,” he coos, and one can tell he is close to laughter. “I’ll give it to you. Don’t worry, doll.”
This, combined with the adrenaline in your veins, sends your head spinning into a blur. Jooyeon’s thick length invades your throat in continuous pumps, again and again. It’s too tight and small for him, but that only makes him more excited. Expectedly, you gag - too fast and messy - your body going rigid as you endure the pressure.
“Such a good throat, fuck!” he pulls out, but only for a brief second before forcing himself in again, rolling his hips despite the overstimulation creeping, watching your throat widen from his girth.
Air feels thin, useless. But you keep your mouth open as much as you can, jaw going sore as you refuse to pay attention to the fire in your lungs.
Jiseok’s thrusts start to sound more wet and filthy than earlier, more mean and aggressive. His thumb presses against your puffy clit with practiced ease, wanting to see you fall apart as soon as possible.
Tears sparkle in your eyes when you open them to look at Jooyeon who steps back, sucking in a harsh breath. His cock remains connected to you through long strings of spit, leaving you with the feeling that your pulse is hammering in your throat.
A moment later, a new, just as powerful stream comes out of you, followed by your sensual voice shattering. This time, Jiseok fucks you through it instead of emptying you, slick dripping as his whole body buzzes due to your sensational spasms.
Once he finally does, he slaps his cock against your puffy cunt, smirking at how dirty and wet the smacks sound.
But what has your eyes snapping wide open for the first time in a while is Jooyeon’s palm signaling you to focus; multiple little taps on your cheek - which, from his big hand, don’t feel that little. He says something too, but his voice is drowned out by Jiseok talking over him, so you don’t even know if he was addressing you.
You hadn’t noticed the masked guy leaving the couch - he’s beside you now, looming over you like a shadow. His denim jeans are gone and you can see his toned thighs; they are close enough for your fingertips to brush against the skin, traveling upward as he shudders from your touch.
Just as you hadn’t noticed that Jooyeon has slipped on his Ghostface mask too - that leaves you and Jiseok the only ones with visible faces.
You easily recognise Jooyeon’s playful, condescending voice over your shoulder even through the cheap plastic. “Three cocks, huh? How fun.”
You lift your hands, your fingers closing around both of them. Someone lets out a low hiss between his teeth.
Warm breaths hit your inner thigh, your hips convulsing at the sensation - Jiseok’s mouth greedily captures your clit before flattening his tongue in between your pussy lips, gathering as much as possible from your juices.
Quickly, he picks up the speed with precise, fluid motions, slurping, then spitting out the mess right back at your clit. Combined groans fill the space, the scent of sex and shared arousal, shared lust, sticking to the air, making it thicker.
A sob rips out of you, but Jiseok’s concentration doesn’t break. Three of his fingers push into your sopping hole, curling right where they meet your sweet spot. “Give me more, come on.” He coaxes, digits perfectly aiming at the right angle, squelching. “I know you can.”
More tears cling to your lashes as everything in front of you starts to blur. Your fists keep moving, though, slowly but surely moving, making the boys above you moan in sync. But the rest of your bones feel like they’re seconds away from melting.
“I heard something interesting once,” Jooyeon leans over all of a sudden, one hand travelling down your trembling body. “It’s more likely for a girl to cum if you press on her tummy,” his voice dips into something almost menacing. “Right here,” he grunts, anticipation sharpening his gaze.
Jiseok’s fingers, skillful and tireless, thrust up and down, so demanding, it has you gripping the table so you don’t fall over.
The moment the pressure on your lower belly is applied, the sensation that has been swirling steadily, snaps in a flash, making it impossible not to cry out loud.
You squirt all over Jiseok’s hand, juices overflowing from his palm as he refuses to slow; the fast motions cause the stream to go everywhere.
Not wanting to miss out the moment, your step brother immediately lowers, sticking out his tongue like an eager dog so you can release into his mouth. He moans so loudly and obnoxiously, the last thing you expect is him to spit onto your face instead of swallowing.
“So nasty,” he mutters, turning your head with a slap. “Letting us use you like this.”
The whimper you let out breaks from the sudden hit, your face heating up further under his leer.
“Tsk,” he smirks at your expression (which turns him on immensely, especially when he notices little silent tears of pleasure). “It’s too late to act like a good girl, baby.”
Your eyes, barely open and glassy, flicker up. The stranger sounds like he’s struggling to hold it in. Gathering the last bits of strength you have, you replace his fist, quickening your wrist right away, panting right against his girth.
You don’t have to lean in, the second he senses your sudden concentration his grip catches your hair to pull you closer, tilting you just enough to watch how your mouth opens, welcoming.
Jooyeon observes the interaction with peaked interest until his free dominant grip intervenes. “Take his balls in your mouth,” he mutters, his own fingers speeding along his length to match yours. “This pretty, little mouth shouldn’t stay empty, babe.”
First, you stretch your lips to catch them, then you suck. The boy above you lets out the most desperate sound you have heard since this all started.
“That’s it,” Jooyeon’s hand remains firmly at the back of your head. “Suck on them loud and hard. I wanna hear you.”
Your lips tighten as your fist helps out by jerking steadily. There are heavy pants in the air now, quickening as you slobber, all the way down to your chest. His balls are harder than you expected them to be, but that only makes you salivate more for them.
You detach with a lewd pop and that’s when bursts of white ropes spill all over your feautures; the arousal is warm on your skin, sticking to your lashes and dripping down your chin slowly.
Now, you realise that the stranger’s fingers are still on your scalp; they keep holding you, gently tangled in your hair as you swallow, curious to taste him. It almost seems like secretly he doesn’t want to let go.
Jiseok’s eyes track the wild heaving of your chest as his other friend starts chasing his second peak, not minding the amount of cum already covering your face. He watches the sweat glistening beautifully on your body, trailing down your spine and inner thighs as he pushes them back open; the pulsing of your wet pussy as it clenches over nothing.
Then, he watches you twitch once or twice, your body surprised at the unexpected, slightly peculiar intrusion.
He can feel how your hole eases at the familiar presence of his fingers as they enter slowly - not entirely alone. There’s something wrapped around them, rough and delicate all at once. Lace.
Your panties, you soon realise.
“Such a cute cumslut,” Jooyeon murmurs, his voice low and thick as he stares down at you. “Yeah, show me your pretty smile, fuck—you want more of my cum, don’t you?” the corner of his mouth tugs beneath the mask, but soon it falters, just like his voice when he busts his load all over your face, some of it dribbling down his fingers.
The orgasm hits him so intensely, he almost growls as his hand flies back and forth his slick length, the other one palming his balls till he releases the last drop.
Jiseok presses his digits deeper; the slickness makes it almost too easy for him to bury the rest of your panties into your stretched pussy.
There’s only a small, very small, almost nonexistent patch of lace visible from your hole.
When your eyes stop upon him, you already know what to expect. He’s perverted like that - he wants to be the one who finishes on your pussy.
One of his hands presses firmly against your thigh, though you haven’t shown any signs of closing your legs, while the other grips his cock, speeding up.
Slick, lewd noises erupt beneath his fist as it moves almost angrily under the weight of your fucked out gaze.
He wants to look away - there’s a desperate need to look away before he loses composure. But his eyes… they’ve always been traitors, always snapping back to the infuriating beauty of your face.
He wants to focus on anything else - your boobs with sexy, hard nipples, the stray hair sticking to your cheek, the curve of your throat when you swallow, or the one of your hips.
Just not your knowing eyes that feel like a trap he won’t be able to escape.
Failing to anchor his gaze elsewhere, he orgasms, holding onto your eyes, their magnetic pull never leaving him, even for a second as he shudders, spraying his milky ropes of cum all the way to your belly.
A deep, effusive moan crawls out his throat, the sound making your heart skip a beat. It lasts several seconds, and you swear - you were in a temporary trance. Once he goes quiet, eyes fluttering shut, you realise you’ve been holding your breath.
The moment his mind gains some clarity and his attention is back on you - you push; once, but it’s enough to force his vision back between your legs. You catch the miniature string of lace with two fingers and pull, extra slowly, giving a show for all eyes in the room. The fabric grazes your pussy walls, a subtle yet thrilling sensation that has you biting your lip in order to stay quiet.
The adrenaline rush is still buzzing under your skin when the ring of your phone shatters the electrified silence. You decide to ignore the call, return it later or tomorrow. But it’s insistent - whoever it is, they want you to pick up now.
Jiseok makes a few steps back as you get on your exhausted, wobbly feet. The moment you grab the phone, your mother hangs up.
Your grip almost falters when you see you have multiple unread messages from her. The screen lights up with one more, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Your voice is flat, disbelieving. “They’re getting a divorce.”
Jiseok stays rooted to the spot, his mouth half-open and completely silent.
“I have to call her back,” you murmur as everyone else just stands paralysed.
You pick up your clothes from the floor and rush to the door before Jiseok can even process the news.
He can feel his friends’ eyes burning into the side of his face but he can’t look away from the place you were just standing at.
An awkward, heavy-footed shuffle finally shifts the still air. It’s Jungsu.
He finds his jeans behind the couch and starts putting them on, as if suddenly he has somewhere to be. “I have to go too.”
He doesn’t even remove the mask before he disappears in the empty hallway.
“We’re still hitting that party, right?” Jooyeon asks, trying to steer the ship back to normal.
Or maybe he’s just being completely honest and serious.
But nothing could ever be normal again. Not after this. Nothing would ever be the same.
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