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The sound of the door slamming rouses Jay and Heeseung from their slumber. They burst out of their rooms and unexpectedly encounter each other - Heeseung with a bat and Jay with a loaded pistol.
Moving into the hallway with soft steps, the two men creep towards the kitchen. A light breaks through the darkness, a scoff catching their attention. A peculiar, mosquito-like voice flows through the air.
âA phone call?â Heeseung asks. Jay shrugs with a shake of his head, cocking his pistol.
The random sound brings you away from the phone. You glance behind, then swiftly face forward again. The annoying voice of your soon to be âexâ boyfriend makes you roll your eyes when you grab a bottle of alcohol.
âThis is so stupid! Come back, let me correct it. I promise I wonât fuck it up this time!â
Your nose scrunches up when you see âPROPERTY OF JAYâ written on the label. A green cup of jello with pineapples in it calls your name, making you swap the booze for the gelatinous treat.
âReally Yeonjun? This time? A future chance may not exist. Who even does that?â
Heeseung recognizes the familiar voice but can't identify it because of exhaustion. It sounds like yours, but you didn't have a partner; did you? The conversation, however, doesn't reach Jayâs ears, his pistol ready to fire at whomever is raiding their fridge.
They could have anything they wanted, jewels, money, and hell, even Jayâs baseball card collection; but they would not have his signature cheese dip. That was a secret family recipe.
The fridge door closes only for you to drop the jello in your hands before you could open it, followed by your phone. The yelp you let out echoes through the apartment.
âHave you both lost your mind?!â
Jay and Heeseung drop their weapons and gather their thoughts. The oldest of the two sighs.
The dryness of his tone makes you lick your cheek. Jay rolls his eyes before stomping over to you. Your instinct prompts you to back up before you hit the pantry door.
âHave we lost our minds?! Anyone ever told you NOT to slam doors at,â he looks at the oven clock â6AM?!â
You roll your eyes at his over dramatic behavior. The man narrows his eyes at your childish gesture. He doesnât miss the way your lips pout before you respond.
The flippant gesture you make towards them only makes Jay get even more upset. His scolding falls on deaf ears, your eyes anywhere but on his face. He smelled like alcohol, lots of it, along with his signature cologne. The way your face shrinks doesnât go unnoticed by Heeseung. Here we go again.
âI have never met no one so insolent! Do you treat your parents like thisââ
âYou stink, like a bar's rear bathroom. Hygiene isnât a privilege Jay, itâs a necessity.â
His screeching makes Heeseung hiss, followed by a dangerous warning for the younger to keep his voice down. Jay heaves a sigh and glares at you before throwing his arms over his head and ranting about your disrespect towards him.
A rustling sound catches his attention, the source of said sound truly mocking him as he watches you eat the jello you grabbed before. The way you slurp at the jello from the plastic cup makes his jaw tick. Why must you be so immature?
âAre you going to at least use a spoon?!â
You observe the jello and then look at the silverware drawer. The action repeats, then you shrug and notice your phone on the floor, waiting to be rescued. As you reach down to get it, Heeseung swipes it away, eyeing the device with a raised brow.
The sounds of your boyfriend frantically yelling and panicking get cut off when Heeseung sneers before hanging up. He tosses your phone in the air, a smirk on his face.
âMust you be so damn rude?!â
The red-haired man scoffs before turning around and walking away. He mocks you as he walks to his room, punctuating the slam of his door with a lecture about making so much noise at 6 AM .
Still slurping the jello cup, you pay Jay no attention when you leave the kitchen, huffing about how it's not that late. Dumbstruck. Jay is nothing but that. Why did he ever agree to allow you to live with him and Heeseung?
Because despite his brashness, Jay is a good man. It took Heeseung by surprise when Jay offered their 3rd bedroom â foregoing their own idea for a man cave â to a girl that was youngerâby at least 3 yearsâthan themselves. You all worked as bartenders together at a nightclub.
They sought people who were knowledgeable about mixology, which you gained while working at a country club for a summer. So you got the job. Itâs been 6 months since that time and Jay has lost count of how many fights you had.
You close your door and lock it for good measure. The man insisted on having the final say, even if it meant abruptly entering your room. An unfortunate circumstance of him once seeing you in your birthday suit made this a learning experience; things didnât need to get awkward between you and Jay.
There was enough tension between you thinking of the way Jay smirked when he saw you blushing and screaming for him to leave your room. He eventually gave in, but not without making a crude remark about having seen other nude women before.
Giggles, followed by a pillow aimed at his face, made even Heeseung question the situation. Coming out into the hallway, the oldest couldnât believe his eyes; mouthing a slow âwowâ at your countenance, not to mention your appearance.
His friend, chased and shouting, criticizes your uptightness and vanity. His door would need to be repaired if you had kept kicking it.
The way your hips swayed as you pulled the towel down your shoulders. He couldnât help but chuckle at your face, seeing the usual beauty taken over with shyness and insecurity. Jay insisted you lacked shame, but Heeseung saw another side of you.
A side in need of guidance. Guidance with what? Only he knew the answer to that.
Despite thinking it hadn't been an hour yet, you found yourself in the shower, water cascading down your body without actually showering. The heat between your legs hadnât subsided, which usually wasnât an issue. Yeonjun, such a loser. How could he do this to you?
A man falling asleep between his ladyâs legs during oral sex? A bogus situation indeed. Your confusion was palpable, considering that Yeonjun was never one to shy away from praising you.
Heâd gush about how perfect you were, how pretty, how sexy; fucking sexy, to be exact. Yeonjun Daniel Choi, ever the charmer, always knows exactly what to say. Unless you count tonightâs debacle.
Shivers run up your spine when you remember how it started. His tongue was a little lazier than usual, but you chalked it up to simple drunken lust. Yeonjun worked as a host at an upscale restaurant, so it was normal for him to come home drunk and tired after having some drinks with his colleagues to end the night.
At first, you were doing fine. The pleasure went to your toes, engulfing your body as his mouth wrapped around your muff. Then, just as you were getting into it, you felt a soft vibration, followed by puffs of breath on your crotch.
No one had ever slapped, pushed, and called Yeonjun a selfish prick while he was performing oral sex before. His dazed eyes only opened up once he heard the door slam. The phone conversation between you both lasted the entire Uber ride home.
Mad was an understatement. It would not be easy to forgive leaving you like this. Good thing sex toys exist. The slow drag of the blue 10 incher against your clit only intensified your longing. Soft whimpers escape you, teeth sinking into your lip to quiet the noise.
It was nice, but you needed something else. Of course, you werenât forsaking your favorite toy, but the thought of someone's cock stretching you out, especially at this moment, only made you more desperate; thank goodness for suction cups.
Your ass impacts the wall, softly, causing you to pause before grinding against the silicone replacement. The heat builds, slow and staggering, but itâs there. What could make it better? Imagination.
Frustrated, you mutter, "Jay, you think you know everything, don't you?"
The heat rises when your thoughts flow. That smirk, those dimplesâŚoh god, his tattoo. Skulls intertwined by a snake, coming out of the eye sockets, on a bed of roses; beautiful and provocative. His silver rings press into your neck, your back against his chest in an arch. He pulls your panties to the side, gliding his fingers around your opening, tutting at how soaked heâs making you from barely doing anything.
Little smacks to your ass and growls of warning when you move. Hot whispers and degrading words slipping from his lips like sweet poison; better than any alcoholic drink he could make. You roll your nipples between your fingers, hot water depleting, but you couldn't care less. Pride was out the window the moment you let them roam your lustful headspace.
But just as easily as Jay invades your thoughts, another also intrudes. His red hair drapes over those round eyes, dark and different from the usual kindness you see. That honey voice that always made you behave, giving you more excuses to be even more of a handful; mocking but hints of sweetness.
Questions, quite rhetorical, about you being a good girl prompt you to answer. A breathy affirmation as Heeseung plays with your bottom lip using his thumb. His signature black tank top compliments his physique, an imposing display that contrasts with his personality.
Less ambitious than Jay, but still bold, Heeseungâs tattoo still spoke volumes. A nude woman with her lady parts concealed by a bouquet of roses. Ever the gentleman, but a dark side hides behind those Bambi eyes.
He has Jay turn you around, the younger locking your arms with one hand, successfully binding you from escaping. Heeseung grabs your hand, pressing your palm against the bulge in his jeans. It twitches, making your lips part with a whimper.
The fantasy gets so deep that your pace increases. Little did you know, however, that another egregious event was about to happen. The haze of your arousal is too thick, causing you to lack awareness.
After your encounter in the kitchen, Jay can only think about your bratty attitude. What had he done for you to be this way? He had only helped you in your time of need. Why were you so mean to him? Most women always fancied him, but youâŚoh you were a handful.
The man can only thank God that you turned him off more than on. If it was one thing he couldnât stand, it was brat taming. Heâs had his fair share of girls your age, but it never works out. They were too whiny or ânaĂŻve. Fatherly? The man was anything but to these young women.
He had one principle: He refused to take care of anyone. âDamn brat,â he says. With his vape in hand, he departs from his room and makes his way to the living room, where he discovers Heeseung sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
Heeseung sighs, a sign that the younger one learns, which means heâs concerned about something. He sits down next to him and offers him the vape, but he declines, saying he has his.
âThen take a hit. Clearly, something is bothering you.â
 The older man turns to Jay, making him worry if he had done something wrong. Jay flinches a bit before taking another hit. The vapors mingle with the amber light that sits in the corner.How was he unable to perceive what was happening? Perfect pitch had been a gift that Heeseung rarely flaunted. Why? Because the benefit of having perfect pitch was also excellent hearing. He bites his lips, smirking as his eyes float to the bathroom door.
Itâs been over an hour since your slinky shadow had gone past him. The older one watched some TV after being awoken so abruptly. On a particular scene of the show he chose, a sex scene unfolded that would make any man want to jack off. Just as he was about to dip his fingers past the waistband of his pajama pants, a soft sound reached his ears.
He paused for a few moments, considering that the scene was unusually loud, but when the sound reached his ears again, there was no doubt. Someone was moaning. The source of the sound was coming from behind the bathroom door.
He stands at the door and presses his ear against the wooden surface, eyes widening when he hears your voice. The words coming from your mouth were so bad, so terrible, and so very dirty. He canât help the groan thatâs let out, palming his erection and stroking it through the flannel fabric. It gets even more exciting when he hears more of what you say.
He returned to the couch, waiting for you to exit the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, it would be some time before you were done.
âAnd here I am,â he says, finishing the story.
Jay canât believe what he is hearing. Not only were you masturbating in the shower, you were also thinking about them.
âWhat brought this about?â
Heeseung doesnât miss the way Jayâs eyes harden, smirking as he explains when you came in earlier. The details werenât exactly clear to the older man, but from what he could gather, a bad sexual encounter seemed to be the reason for your rude behavior.
âSo I got woken up because that little brat couldnât get her rocks off with some loser?â
Jay scoffs, making Heeseung chuckle. Heâs not amused by your actions, muttering something about punishing people because no one wants to fuck a brat.
âNo one except you,â the older counters.
Jay chokes on his vape, patting his chest as he coughs vehemently. An expression of disbelief is all he receives before dramatically sinking onto the couch. He covers his face with his arm, asking Heeseung what the hell heâs thinking.
Tending to his red locks, the older man smirks. He waves his phone around suggestively.
âCome on Jay, you and I both know what needs to be done.â
The younger processes the words, but when a moan slips past the door again, he gains the resolve he needs. You needed to be taught a lesson, and this timeâŚyou wouldnât have the last word.
Two times was more than enough for you to not have an orgasm. Oh cruel fate, why couldnât you find a release? The shower got cold, and having Jay lecture you again was not what you wanted.
After giving your body the care it needed but didnât want, you decide to retire to your room, where itâs more comfortable. With your toy under your robe, you tiptoe to your room and close the door softly behind you.
You yawn, feeling the exhaustion creep on you, but you were far from sleepy. The slippery sensation between your legs makes you shudder when you get on your knees to retrieve your box of sex toys. To say you had a lot was an understatement.
With a dejected sigh, you kiss the toyâs tip, wishing it belonged to one of the two familiar men that you lived with. You return it to the box, clean and ready for later use. When you move the box towards the back, you notice something beyond it.
Your room's dim lighting makes it difficult to see anything clearly. You reach for your phone but remember itâs in the bathroom; looks like youâll have to get a little closer. As you inch closer, the figure stirs, the lump in your throat growing.
Quicker than you can expect, a face meets yours, a devilish smile sending chills throughout your body.
The sight of Jayâs face had never startled you more. You fall back on your behind as he crawls from under the bed and giggles like a kid who just won a prize. He stands up and cracks his knuckles before slowly approaching you.
His eyes follow your movement as you stand up.
âW-Why are you in my room?â
He thinks itâs cute when you get confused. Did you really not know why he was here, or were you just being your regular immature self? Only one way to find out. His hands are now behind his back as he looks your way.
âWhatâs wrong roomie? I thought you wanted to see me.â
You tilt your head at his words. How cute. His lips jut out, a taunting expression that always irritated you. And he called you childish? You cross your arms, popping out that hip and not looking at him.
Too bad that would be the last time you take that stance. Jay licks his cheek, eyes dark but focused.
âWanting to see you would mean I like you; which I donât.â
His eyes narrow, arms still behind his back. Creating a loud noise with his mouth, he acknowledges your statement with a nod, his eyes darkening. The teânsion in the room is so thick, only a scalding knife could break it.
The man shrugs, indifference gone and replaced by a knowing smile. He reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls something out, sounds of something jingling.
âThat's so. Why did you call me then?â
Youâre taken aback by his tone. The usual lightheartedness that you knew was gone, replaced by dominance and intimidation. The culprit or culprits of the jingling come into view, making your eyes shake.
Rings. Jay was putting on his silver rings.
âMy eyes are here.â He gestures to his face, hand waving around almost deliberately. âIs paying attention really that hard for you?â
The glint of his rings demands your attention, legs slowly pressing together only to hear fingers snapping.
âYou gonna answer my fucking question or what?â
Anything you could have said, a witty comeback, a sassy one-liner, was gone the moment you saw those rings. Something was going on, and you couldnât put your finger on it, but Jayâs demeanor seems intentional.
He rolls his eyes at your thoughtless reply. Sure, the man was good, but damn, he didnât think he was that good. He pays attention to the way you observe his rings, not bothering to conceal their influence on you.
âMust I do this just to get your attention?â
The way he rubs his wrists, almost as if heâs preparing himself for something. His eyebrow piercing enhances his attractiveness and adds a rebellious element, which makes it difficult for you to concentrate on him accurately.
Within seconds, a foreign pressure applies to your throat, making you gasp. Jayâs eyes bore into yours, searching your eyes for something, but what? He does an experimental squeeze, a small whimper gives him all the permission he needs.
The coolness of his rings clashes with the heat your body is exuding. He turns you around, fingers wrapping around your neck as he presses his chest against your back, arms forced behind you to keep from escaping. Another squeeze makes you arch away from him, ass pressing against his groin, moans emphasizing the point.
âIâll be damned,â Jay chuckles. âShe does like it Hee.â
âOf course she does. Itâs all just a game to her. ButâŚâ
Heeseung appears in front of you, grabbing your chin and pressing his thumb into your bottom lip. He can see that youâve been biting it, smirking at your dilated pupils.
âPlaytime is over. Youâve dragged this out long enough, right?â
When you donât respond, Jay applies more pressure to your neck. Hissing in your ear about fixing your attitude and jostling you a bit, a squealing âyes Heeseungâ rolling off your tongue. Your politeness satisfies the older man.
âThatâs a good girl. Now Iâm going to ask you a question. Answer me honestly.â
Jay squeezes your neck again, a warning for you to do as he says. A soft sensation against your opening makes you gasp and jump, Heeseung taking in your reaction as he brings his fingers to your face.
The sheen makes Jay whistle, impressed by the amount and the fact that it came from you. A blush appears on your cheeks, but youâre not allowed to look away.
âTell me, baby, is there something you need from us?â
Your thighs make no sound when you snap them closed, making you panic as Heeseung gets so close, your foreheads nearly touch. Jay looks over your shoulder, chuckling at his friendâs hand, keeping your legs from closing. Your eyes snap to Heeseungâs, but you are too slow to react before he twists his hand and inserts his finger right where you need it most.
The darkness of Jayâs tone pairs well with the squelching caused by the movements of his best friendâs hand. The older manâs eyebrows knit, jaw dropping when you mirror his expressions, eye fluttering the more he strokes your walls.
When he removes the digit, he licks it while looking at you. Jay chuckles when you whine, stomping your foot like the brat you are. He takes a handful of your hair and clicks his tongue.
âWhatâs the matter, brat? Do you need a hand with that?â
a/n: Ok so like....this is longer than I expected, but I hope it was something you guys enjoyed. If you want more of this, shoot me hard thoughts after looking at the smut prompts. And tell me if you guys want a part 2 of this? I am invested in what happens next too lol!
