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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Mot (pronounced "Moe") is the biggesttttttt cuddlebug once you're both done in. He is gonna wrap you up in his arms and kiss you and cuddle you and squeeze you soooooo tight and not let you go for anything<3

That being said he's still so drunk off your presence and what you just did that he kinda forgets proper aftercare is a Thing that You Both Should Do. So you'll have to remind and coax him a bit in order to let you go so you can take care of yourselves.

But even when you do convince him, you're not getting up. Ohohoho, there is no way you're getting up. He'll be the one to take care of you, dear star, so you just sit back, relax, and let him do the heavy lifting (not that you can even still feel anything below your waist once he's done with you).

But it's okay! He'll get you some snacks and water, clean you up, make sure you're cozy - and once all is said and done he's coming back to trap you in his arms again and cuddle you til you get feeling back in your legs again<3

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Mot doesn't have a favorite body part of his own perse, but he does love the size difference between you both!

You're so tiny compared to him! Or maybe- he's huge compared to you? Either way, it doesn't matter what your height or body type is, he is massive compared to you. And that means he can envelop you in his presence just by crawling on top of you<3

You'll be so safe in his arms, please, won't you let him hold you there? Keep you there? Far away from any and every danger of the world - nothing can touch his sweet star when you're here with him like this.

As for his favorite part about you, he's very weak to your eyes. Just one single glance in his direction with those stunning irises of yours and you'll have him on his knees for you. Begging. Willing to do whatever you desire. Just so you keep your gorgeous gaze on him<3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Mot comes a lot. And I mean a LOT.

Every round for you is anywhere from three to five for him. You just make him come undone so easily. Even just pushing his tip into you is enough to send him over the edge, you do that much to him.

And he'll keep going until he's got nothing left to give, im talking excessive amounts of semen, wherever he can put it. He'll fill you to the brim in every hole you've got, and when he possibly can't fit any more he'll just start caking you in the stuff.

He just can't help it! You're so pretty and perfect and cute leaking and covered with his cum. He said he'd mark you inside and out, didn't he?<3

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He thinks of you so much it's actively affecting his daily life - and not exactly for the better.

He stumbles during his performances if he imagines you watching, and his knives stray a little too-far off his mark if he thinks of you as his target. Just the meer sound of your voice has him embarrassingly rock-hard.

You own his mind, didn't you know? It takes everything in him to hold himself back around you. He wants so badly to touch you, feel you, learn every way he can take your breath away - just like you've done with him. But he's paitent. And he'll wait until he knows you're ready and willing for him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Absolute virgin. His only sexual experience being in self-pleasure. But he's a fast learner and incredibly willing!

Just give him one night and he'll find out what makes you cry and scream for him, he promises<3

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Mot really loves getting to watch you come undone as he fucks you proper - every slight contortion of your face, the little gasps and moans you make for him, the hazy, lustful cloud in your eyes as you relax and let him take care of you<3. He has to watch you. How else does he know if he's doing good if he can't?

That's why he loves cradling your lower half in his lap - his hands in a vice around your waist to make sure you aren't going anywhere, with him leaning right over top of you, taking up your entire field of vision. So ultimately, you cannot see, you cannot feel, you cannot taste or smell or know anything but. Him<3.

You're just where he wants you little star, on your back, legs spread as far as they can go, and staring right at him as he fucks you as deep and as perfect as biological reality can possibly allow... with a bit of stretch, of course<3

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

Mot gets so easily lost in you that cracking jokes becomes physically impossible, his lust fog taking over every inch of his mind.

Not that he'd ever really want to make jokes in the first place. His one and only focus in these moments is loving you, and making sure you know how much he loves you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Mot doesn't shave anywhere - he's never had a reason to. So he's a little hairy under the costume, but he does start trimming up and shaving best he can once he meets you (he might even start waxing, if thats what he thinks you'll like from him). He wants to be presentable, after all, for when you finally return his love.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He is like a lovestruck puppy in the moment, singing your praises between every gasp and whimper. He'll pet your hair and caress your body, kiss you the sweetest his lustful mind can manage. He will make sure you know just how much you mean to him, both through actions and words.

J = Jack Off (masturbation)

Once he meets you he just cannot seem to get a grip on himself, he's having to take care of himself every day - possibly even multiple times a day, depending on if you did something. Like say, spoke to him, said his name in that lovely voice of yours, look directly at him<33

He just can't help himself! You're so perfect<3 how could anyone expect him not to fall apart at the seems when everything about you is just so hot?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mot is the kind of yandere to be horny for anything so long as it has to do with you. It's whatever you want whenever you want it, dear star, just say the word<3

But also he does have one Very Big Kink that might actually just drive him mad if you don't indulge him (aaaaand he might just not be able to hold himself back for long if you do say no). That being somnophilia.

You're just so cute when you're asleep star, how is he supposed to control himself when you're just that? So peaceful and vulnerable - all around him! You obviously trust him enough to be like this around him, surely you wouldn't mind if he at least made sure you had good dreams, right?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He most prefers secluded places where he'll never have to worry about someone looking at you only they way he should get to - but with a certain yellow asshole always stalking around he knows that's right near impossible.

So if he can't get privacy then he at least wants you comfortable. The softest bed with the most plush pillows, or maybe a nest of plushies and blankets instead? Only the best for his dear star of course<3 if you can't have your best night's sleep where he's going to have you, then he won't rest until he finds the place that you can.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Quite literally anything that has anything to do with you. It takes so much out of him to keep his composure around you. Don't you know what you do to him?

Just the sound of your voice, the smell of your hair, the simple smiles you give him, the faint brush of your hand against his... oh, the things you do to him~<3

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Mot is open to anything... except for sharing.

Just the mere idea of anyone looking at you with even the slightest bit of adoration that Mot himself holds for you is enough to make him physically sick. Like hell he'll ever let a single other disgusting, rotten, selfish, pervert get to see you vulnerable. That's his and only his treat. You are his and his only treat.

Why would you ever want another partner in bed, star? Is he not good enough for you? Does he not meet your standards? Just tell him whats wrong and he'll fix things up so well you'll never ask for another person's touch ever again. You'll be sick at the thought of other people looking at you, just the way he is... you'll see<3

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mot is pretty neutral on oral treatment - he'll never pass it up! But it's never the first thing he'll think about when it comes to you.

When he's giving he makes sure to take his time and savor you, your taste is the most divine, after all~ and he'll drink up every last drop of you he can get.

But if you're giving? Oh it is a test like no other to him to keep himself under control. As you sit there, taking him so well, looking so so pretty with your mouth around his cock and face flush, already covered in his cum<3

You'll just wanna be careful with how far you go with him like this, though. Unless you want your skull squeezed between his thighs, and your head held still with his hand tangled in your hair as he throat-fucks you til you're as mute as he is.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Believe it or not, Mot loves taking his time savoring every sweet second he can get with you. He never wants things ending too fast, so he takes care making sure you get to enjoy this moment with him just as much as he does.

If you do want him to go a little faster taking care of you, he will! Just don't expect him to suddenly start fucking you like a rabbit. He still wants to enjoy you, after all<3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Mot just cannot understand the appeal of quickies. If he can't have you in full then what's the point in starting in the first place?

Once he gets going there's no stopping him until he's got nothing left to give, so it's better you wait til you both can commit to each other. Because once he has you he's not letting go for a long while.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc.)

Mot will try anything so long as it has to do with you! Fearplay? Okay, he doesn't understand how you could be scared of him, but he'll make it work! Knifeplay? He'll make a whole show out of it just for you<3 Petplay? No need to tell him twice to bark for you! He'll do anything you want! Any fetish, any kink, any roleplay, he's for it all!

Except. For sharing.

He will never allow a third person into the room. So please, sweet star, don't ask to.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Mot lasts a very long time in bed, if the amount that he cums is anything to go by.

However many rounds you can last he can probably pass by double or possibly even triple the amount, easy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mot, surprisingly (or unsurprisingly?), hates toys.

Why would you ever want to use a toy when you have him, star? He can do so much more for you compared to some primitive, flimsy piece of silicone.

He'll treat you so well you'll never want to touch or be touched by a single useless device again. Just you wait<3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mot would never tease you, it would kill him to know he ever denied you the pleasure you deserved for even a second.

But if you were to tease him, on the other hand? Well, let's just say. Make sure you're willing to handle whatever beast you unleash apon yourself, once he reaches his breaking point. Your meer existence is already so much of a tease to him, so teasing him on purpose can only have dire consequences for you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mot is a little self-concious of his voice at first, he's so used to being quiet it just feels unnatural to him to be making incomprehensible noise just for the sake of incomprehensible noise.... but you, oh~ you<3 the things you do to him, perfect little star~

He can't help but go slack-jaw and let every little sound imaginable slip out with you, you drive him mad, and you feel so good~! He wants you to know how good you make him feel, all the little things you do to him that drive him up the wall like so - just every little noise he can and will make, he'll make just for you to hear.

He's still quite quiet during sex, a force of habit, but that won't stop him from letting out every little whimper and moan and cry right into your ear. You must know what you do to him, you simply must.

Over time, when he gets more confident in his voice and more lost in his lust he'll start to get louder. But he'll always be quiet enough where only you can hear the things you do to him<3

W = Wild Card (a random fact about the character)

Mot has very conflicting feelings about rough or slightly harmful sex. On one hand, he'll do whatever you ask of him! You want it rough? Without prep? Spanking, smacking, choking, biting, scratching, maybe even drawing a little blood? He'd be happy to, little star<3

There is just one issue... your blood..... it just smells so sweet......

He'll gladly lick away any trails from the marks he leaves, he'll suck alllll the excess out of the marks from where he bit you. He won't let a single drop go to waste. But he just gets so hungry for you, for more, once he finally gets a taste of you...

And if he's not careful.... he might just drink you dry.......

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Despite being the second smallest of the entire group - Mot's size is nothing to sneeze at. He's almost painfully thick from base-to-tip and at.... let's say..... 8.5 inches (21.59 cm) in length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that it really needs to be said at this rate, but Mot's yearn for you is unbelievably high. He dreams of you all day, watches you all night - he could come just from a simple kiss alone. He is always ready for your touch<3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once Mot has finally reached his stamina limit it becomes incredibly difficult for him to stay awake. He might just fall asleep on and suffocate you under him if he doesn't move off you fast enough.

Sex takes quite a lot out of him once he gets in his little headspace and can't help but fuck you til you're both weeping (in both ways). So if you're somehow still conscious after he gives you everything he has, then congratulations! You get a sticker! Also you might wanna push him off and out of you before you're trapped for the next couple hours.

Boy! This took my like... 2 months to finish!!! Fun fact, I sketched this entire thing in one day lol. I did small concept sketches for the whole thing, so I did already know what each page was going to look like, but still. I was very excited ab the idea! And now it's done!!!!

I am very happy with how this turned out!!!! I think the last time I made a comic and finished it was on middle school, and that was just silly stuff! Comics are a fun way to tell a story tho, I had lots of fun planning out and making this one <3

When I heard this song, my mind immediately went to Shadow Milk. There are a few Em Beihold songs that make me think of either him or Pure Vanilla actually, but this song gave me so many ideas, I just had to draw it out!

Ok, I think that's all the ramblings I had in mind...

if only any of you were drunk enough to have this be a distant memory in the morning—unfortunately, you learned too late that your faith in mark’s intuition was sorely misplaced when he showed up with half a handle of seltzers and the remnants of what looked like a world war 2 era vodka bottle.

worse, all it took was one sad blackberry white claw (that you split with haechan), a handful of risky texts, and mark passing out on the couch after one and a half shots to find yourself in the unfortunate position of being half-naked in your best friend’s bedroom.

“oh my god, jeno—,” you hiss urgently, but his deer in the headlights gaze does not waver.

your back is pressed against haechan’s chest and your legs tucked behind his to keep them spread—even if you wanted to shoo jeno away and shut the door you couldn’t.

“tell me if you want me to stop,” haechan whispers. he nips at your earlobe between words. “this ok with you?”

you feel jeno’s eyes burning holes into you (or your panties), and for some reason your brain has been astoundingly silent when it comes to even thinking about telling him to go.

jeno stands there, broad chest rising with another shaky breath, all flushed with his pupils blown out, and you’re coming to terms with the fact that, yes, there is something inexplicably hot about watching your best friend watch you get off.

you nod (perhaps a little too enthusiastically), and that’s all haechan needs to proceed.

a threesome is something you’ve all talked about before, and although you’d have preferred it to be much different (perhaps not on the goddamn ground, for starters), something about the impromptu nature of it all has your blood running hotter than normal.

haechan continues working you over, movements deliberate—he wants jeno to watch. his fingertips brush over the thin panel of fabric covering your cunt, dragging just enough to make you dizzy, as he kisses the side of your neck.

you’re not sure whether it’s the graze of haechan’s teeth over your pulse or the way you cannot seem to break eye contact with jeno, but your mind is everywhere and nowhere at once.

your resolve finally breaks when he pushes your panties aside (soaked) to lazily press on your clit.

“ah, shit,” you breathe, unable to stop your thighs from shaking and hips from bucking up into his hand.

another helpless moan, and jeno drops his empty seltzer can, something you would laugh at if you weren’t fighting the pathetic urge to cum just from some heavy petting.

“fuck,” he groans. it comes from his chest, a gravelly, deep sound, and even hearing it makes your toes curl.

“you just gonna stand there and watch?” haechan looks up from the littering of marks on your shoulder to meet jeno’s eyes. “look, i’d ask you out to dinner first before we all fuck, but i figure you’re more of a dessert guy?”

you fight the need to throttle your boyfriend for his inability to read the room, but he doesn’t stop playing with your clit, something he is regrettably very good at.

“yeah. fuck.” jeno’s sweatpants drop so fast they might as well be made of lead. you can see the outline of his dick through his briefs, and you wonder how big it is, how it would feel in your guts.

complicating things, haechan is now shallowly pumping a few fingers in you, taking care to press the heel of his palm into your swollen clit.

“haechan, fuck,” you moan, grinding into his hand. “i’m gonna cum—”

then he stops.

“aww, so fast. baby can’t handle the thought of being fucked in both holes, huh? getting all tight around me just thinking about it?”

haechan pulls his fingers out to slap your cunt, really just a few mean pats, but you’re so wound up, your whole body locks up and a pitiful whimper is ripped from your throat. he’s right, the only thing you want is to be split open right now, and the fake pity in his voice is doing crazy things to the building ache in your pussy.

“jeno,” haechan starts. “do you wanna taste?” he nips at your earlobe. “how’s that sound, baby? you want him to make you cum?”

“y-yes,” you plead. jeno stands there and blinks at you. “yes, now please hurry the fuck up.”

you think you can actually physically feel your life force dwindle away every three seconds it takes for jeno to undo a button on his mile-long button up shirt.

it’s some combination of the sheer desperation in your voice and the sight of your cunt, all slick and puffy from your arousal, that breaks jeno. (or maybe it’s the way haechan laughs, clearly enjoying watching two embarrassingly horny people try to get anything done.)

“fuck it.” jeno pulls his still half-buttoned shirt over his head and gets on his knees. oh my god, lee jeno is on his knees, but you barely have time to process anything else before things roll into motion.

haechan grabs your thighs and holds them spread, blunt nails digging into your soft skin. you feel the cold air on your cunt, the wetness dripping onto the ground. you’re shaking with anticipation and right now there is nothing more you want than for jeno to eat you out.

the first touch of his tongue to your pussy sends your back arching so hard you almost pull a muscle, and you cry out.

“fucking dirty, huh? you like watching yourself getting eaten out by your best friend?” haechan asks in a low voice, moving his hands up from your legs to play with your tits, giving them a hard squeeze.

“m-mmhm—” you can’t move; you’re caged between these two bodies, and all you can do is take the pleasure as it comes to you like a speeding train.

you’re a moaning mess, your hands tangled in jeno’s hair as he licks your cunt dry. you’re bucking into his face, but he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to him. he’s so eager, you can’t decide if he’s just experienced or if doing this to you has ever crossed his mind, but both possibilities make you a little dizzy.

as if he’s read your mind, haechan starts, “she’s so mean, huh, jeno?” jeno kisses your clit at about the same time haechan bites your collarbone, and you twitch pathetically in haechan’s firm embrace. “my baby’s getting all worked up from seeing you on your knees, knowing you can’t have her?”

jeno nods fervently but never once unseals his mouth from your cunt, and you just might positively cry.

you feel his tongue first in your slit, lapping shallowly at your walls, and his nose bumps your clit; the dual stimulation makes you teary-eyed with pleasure. then, he moves to suck the bud, and a finger prods at your entrance before pushing in. he’s shy, but the literal intensity he’s eating you out with is giving you a near out of body experience.

“fuck, jeno, you’re so—fuck,” you groan, head lolled to the side as he finger fucks you. “take notes, haechan,” you heave in between breaths, and, knowing you, he scoffs in reply (rightly so. it’s almost terrifying how he seems to know your pussy better than you.) and rolls your nipples between his fingers. it’s such a small thing, but you swear the sensation goes straight down to your core.

“more, more,” you beg, hurtling towards a second orgasm.

“she has the audacity to ask after saying that?” you can easily visualize your boyfriend rolling his eyes, but you choose to focus on the telltale smile he presses to your cheek instead.

anyhow, you’re lucky jeno’s nicer than haechan—he immediately complies, adding a second digit. his fingers feel so thick in you, and you savor every moment of it. the pads of his fingers drag against your walls as they curl nicely, adding to the building pressure in your stomach.

it doesn’t help how he moans every time you jerk into him, and you truly feel powerless in the best way possible.

haechan watches intently, and you can tell he’s enjoying the show even if he’s not participating much in it. his cock is rock hard, pressed up against your back, and it’s driving you crazy how you want to fuck both men so bad.

“jeno, i’m—” he knows even before you get the words out, and he pumps two fingers in you, tongue flicking your bud. and you cum, hips arching and voice almost raw from moaning.

he sits up to kiss you, more tenderly than you’ve ever imagined, and you melt in it.

it’s no secret that you had the biggest crush on him when you were kids, back when you were neighbors. he was the boy next door of every girl’s dreams, and it certainly didn’t help how he, as loyal as ever, spent nearly every second of every summer by your side.

of course, as times changed and feelings faded, you both quickly realized things worked much better as friends (to both your mothers’ dismay). somehow, jeno predicted you and haechan falling in love before either of you ever saw it coming.

(you remember it clearly. no one ever argues that much! he had said in his characteristically level voice, although his sheer conviction admittedly terrified you. and in true best friend fashion, when he eventually was proven very right, he made you buy him a milkshake.)

now, as you savor the almost ethereal sight of jeno wiping your cum off his chin, you now know sometimes you can have your cake and eat it too.

“got more left in you?” haechan asks nicely, but you know it’s more of a command. “hope you’re ready to take two cocks at once.”

you’re still catching your breath, but it seems your body has already decided, as you nod quickly. “only one way to find out,” you croak. “but can we please do it on the bed?” haechan laughs at your insistence, but it’s the warm, melty, the in love kind of laugh.

“spoiled, are we?” is his reply, but both men help you up onto the bed. and it’s a goddamn blessing no one is thinking straight enough to notice that you’re about to get railed on the sheets your childhood crush sleeps on.

your cheeks are colored with both humiliation and anticipation as you settle on all fours—you’re really letting your cunt take charge, but who can blame you?

it seems haechan is being generous today, and he positions his cock between your lips and lets jeno kneel behind you.

“ready?” he asks you quietly, tipping your chin up with an index finger. it’s almost intimate, tender, save for the fact you are about to be fucked in two holes.

instead of answering, you lean forward and take his cock in your mouth, at first shallowly to tease him a little. the weight is warm and familiar on your tongue, and you suck hard around his weeping cockhead.

“shit, fuck,” haechan groans, carding a hand through his hair.

jeno doesn’t miss a beat. he slides his cock in between your pussy lips a few times for prep before you feel him push in first slowly, then all at once.

your eyes roll back into your head. fuck, you knew jeno was big—but not that big.

you moan around haechan’s dick, and he pushes right back into your throat, causing you to gag.

“aw, shit, sorry,” haechan says, tucking your hair behind your ears and moving his hands to cradle your cheeks. “jeno, what are you waiting for? don’t you know how to treat a lady?”

“actually,” jeno starts. he’s trying to sound casual, but you hear the grit of his teeth as you pulse around him. “i was going to ask you the same thing. how is she so fucking tight if you guys fuck all the time?”

he rocks out and then in again, still shallowly as you adjust to his girth. you swear you can feel every goddamn vein on his dick with how he’s splitting you open.

you don’t want to stop sucking haechan off, but you are seriously wrecked—something about jeno’s voice is dark, dangerous, and you really want to cum again.

“jeno, please,” you finally say, trying not to sound too desperate.

and so he fucks into you properly, hips slamming into your ass and hands digging into your sides, enough to bruise. those damn soccer players, you briefly think, but he makes sure even that thought is fucked out of you.

the momentum has you mouth fucking haechan, who has his eyes wrenched shut in pleasure. you can’t take your eyes off him—he’s so pretty, moaning loud as you suck him off hard.

“he’s ruining my view,” jeno tells you, jerking a thumb at haechan.

“fuck you,” he replies. “never inviting you to a threesome again.”

and you would deeply resent the fact that it’s not just haechan who can’t read the room if you weren’t grateful you still had the wherewithal to laugh for a brief moment before you keen in pleasure again.

it seems like jeno’s close, with the way he’s fucking you more erratically. your throat squeezes around haechan as you struggle to keep a lid on your moans; every time you take him down that far, you feel the glorious feeling of his hands wrenching up in your your hair, hear the voice you love so much.

jeno’s quick and dirty—when you feel his dick twitch in you as he gets closer, he reaches between your thighs and presses your clit ever so softly.

“oh fuck, jeno, fuck, fuck,” you cry out as haechan’s dick slides out of your mouth with a slick pop. he sits back on his feet and lazily strokes himself, content with watching you get railed hard.

“close?” jeno asks, applying more pressure to your clit. he slows his pace, instead deciding to fuck you deep and hard.

you hang your head, thighs shaking and voice quivering. “so close, jeno— please—” blinking through teary eyes, you watch haechan’s hand twist over his cock so expertly, and you revel how he also takes pleasure in how utterly fucked out jeno’s cock has made you.

with another careful touch to your clit, jeno sends you over again, dick hard against your walls and moving so slowly you can feel every inch of it. you cum so hard, he groans when you clench around him, and he cums like this too and fucks you through both your orgasms.

“h-haechan, it’s so much,” you moan, gripping at the sheets with white knuckles.

“yeah? jeno, fill her up,” haechan orders, and god, it’s so good, so warm and wet and sloppy in your spent pussy.

you’re shaking, and you can feel jeno’s cum leaking out of your hole as his dick slides out. “haechan...” you manage. “you didn’t cum.”

you look up, only to see him smiling. “oh, you didn’t think we were done yet, did you?”

you swallow hard.

“watch and learn, jeno.” haechan positions himself behind you.

jeno, already satisfied and basking in the warmth of his orgasm, is content with laying back against the headrest and watching (how does he still look like a greek god?).

first haechan grabs a fistful of your hair, then pushes you into the sheets. you can’t help but whimper a bit. he’s been rough before—but something tells you he wants to put on a real show.

and then you feel his other hand come down hard on your ass.

“fuck,” you moan into the pillow. you’ve cummed twice now, but your hole clenches in anticipation. you feel more cum leak out of your hole and onto the bed. there’s more on the apex of your thighs, warm and milky and sticky.

“jeno, you seeing this?” haechan asks, horribly confident grin plastered on his face.

“fuck—” jeno’s hand finds his cock again, and he starts playing with himself.

he slaps your ass again, and you keen into the sheets. then his hand rubs over your skin, hot and smarting, and it takes everything you have not to lean up into his touch.

haechan slides his dick between your lips, coating it with cum. “you wanna get filled up, huh? walk home with cum down your legs?”

“p-please...need you to cum in me.” you’re humiliated, this is absolutely mortifying. the words just fall out of your mouth without a second thought, but part of you loves it, and you know your boyfriend does too. and jeno is staring so hard, you’re surprised no one’s told him to take a picture so it lasts longer.

with your head in the sheets and your hole literally dripping, he fucks you. hard. harder than jeno, who seemed to retain a bit of romance and apprehension.

you cry out, muffled by the pillow.

“he said i don’t fuck you hard enough,” haechan says to you, jaw clenched. “what do you think?”

you can’t even form a complete sentence, and you just whine into the pillow. your voice comes out in bursts, like he’s knocking the sound out of you.

haechan would never let you forget how good he is with his hips, and with every time he draws back and fucks into you, you swear you’ve never felt anything better.

“fuck, you’re still so tight,” he swears. “bet you like this, huh, slut? just a fucking cocksleeve for us?”

“mm—mhm—”

then he pulls you up by your hair, and your back arches up, causing his dick to angle so good against your walls, hitting your g-spot just right.

“fuck—yes, yes,” you gasp. “please please please please—”

“what’re you asking for, honey?” haechan asks, cruelly pulling out to fuck his cockhead between your thighs, all sloppy with cum. “what do you think she wants, jeno?”

you glance over and see jeno stroking himself off, eyes transfixed on you. and unlike anything you had ever thought possible, he leans forward to clasp your jaw in his big hand. the added weight alone parts your lips slightly, and all you can do is gaze back at him with your glazed over eyes as you feel haechan’s rock hard cock fuck itself between your legs.

“use your words,” he tells you, thumb pressing right on your tongue so you can feel him. and you pray, pray, no one ever talks about this day again because you whine so loud, you think you might as well have woken mark up from his coma on the couch.

“f-fill me up,” you babble. “need your cock, channie.” and the second jeno takes his palm out from under your chin, you buckle back into the sheets with the impact of haechan bottoming out into you.

“fuck, you’re already knocked up with jeno’s cum. can you take another load? huh?”

“y-yes, yes.” you close your eyes tightly, bracing for another orgasm. his dick is swallowed by your fluttering walls, all you feel is tight, warm, and messy for him.

“so fucking good for me, huh? pussy’s gonna look so pretty all plugged up, fuck.”

you take a hazy glance to your side and see jeno’s hips canting up into his fist. you think about how his dick is covered in you and it sends sparks to your cunt.

you can tell haechan is close too, as his rhythm falls apart and he just fucks you deep and hard.

“kiss me,” you breathe, propping yourself up on your forearms to look back at haechan. through the waves of pleasure rocking through your body, you can even admire him now, his broad chest and the way he looks at you with such devotion.

and when he leans towards you, desperate and eager with love, to seal your lips in a kiss that makes you dizzy, it offers jeno a glimpse of what your relationship is really like. haechan moans into your mouth, submitting easily to your touch, and you can hear jeno’s cry when he cums on his chest (the damn hopeless romantic).

but you’re no better, and as haechan catches your bottom lip between his teeth, you both hit your high, and you feel his cum shoot up into your hole. it’s so warm and wet feeling, and you wonder if it’ll feel like that for days.

you collapse onto your stomach. walking seems like a distant dream, and your entire lower body feels like wet jello. but it doesn’t matter, because haechan plants a kiss on the top of your head and all feels right in the world.

“where are you going?” you croak as you feel jeno’s weight leave the bed.

“i’m getting you a wet towel. you guys can stay here and keep being all gross or whatever.” jeno slips his briefs on and opens the bedroom door. “you’re welcome, by the way.”

“still uninvited from the next threesome,” haechan calls after him, laughing when jeno merely flips him off in reply.

you’re drifting in and out of what just might be the fattest nap of your life when you hear mark holler from downstairs.

“shit man, where’d your clothes go?!”

jeno doesn’t respond.

“what the fuck did i miss!”