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you bit on your lower lip as you looked down, blush creeping from your neck to your face when you noticed the growing tent between his legs.

woonhak's face went completely red when he realised the reason why you weren't looking at his face anymore. he quickly panicked, pulling his hands away from you before you would think he's some type of pervert.

"fuck– shit– oh my god, I'm so sorry. I- I couldn't help it. I- fuck, I'm sorry, I swear it won't happen ag–"

"it's okay, woonie." you cut him off, batting your lashes at him. you leaned in closer to kiss him again, biting on his lower lip to let yourself in.

one of your hands travelled dangerously down to his lower abdomen, your wrist accidently touching his clothed erection, earning a whine around your tongue. a sound you never heard coming from him.

he sucked on your swollen lips as his hands hesitantly came back to your body, pulling you even closer by the waist.

as the kiss turned heavier you felt heat pooling in your lower abdomen, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. your fingers tangled around the strings of his hoodie, deepening the kiss.

woonhak's lips traced from your lips to your cheek, then to your jaw until he was facing the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping on your warm body. you let out a shaky moan into the air, hands going to slightly grip at his hair.

"woonie…" you called out softly, slowly pushing him away. you rested your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his heated core. he looked down at the way you brushed your thumb on his thigh. he swallowed hard, wishing you could lower your touch just a little more.

he looked up, noticing the way your face blushed with anticipation, the way your lips looked glossy thanks to the mix of salivas, and the way the collar of your shirt had loosened up from pulling it down.

"yeah?" he asked, and you swore you could see his eyes sparkling up like a cartoon character.

you exhaled softly yet nervous, not knowing how to make up the words without sounding too vulgar. "I–" you started, quickly giving glances to his growing crotch. "can I…?" you looked away, scratching your hand just to do something with it. you cleared your throat. "can I touch it..?"

his heart pounded hard and his eyes opened wide. he let out a shaky, nervous laugh and his eyes darted everywhere but you. "y-you don't have to…it'd probably go away. other wise I could j-just go to the bathroom anyways." he gulped, finally looking at you.

"but I really want to." you said, instinctively pouting at him. you grab one of his hands with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. you noticed his adam's apple bob up and down once again.

woonhak stared at you for a moment, biting his lower lip at the thought of you touching him the way he'd had imagined many times on those needy late nights.

he let out a heavy sigh, slowly nodding as he looked down at his painful boner. he usually didn't get hard during making out, he'd fight it back, but there was something different in the air tonight.

you managed to kiss him again, hands starting to traced down from his chest to his thighs once again, making him shiver under your touch. you hesitantly reached your hand over his erection, slowly palming him over his jeans.

he moaned softly into your mouth, the tip of his ears immediately turning a deep red at the unfamiliar touch. woonhak's hips bucked up unconsciously, and he uselessly tried to apologise against your tongue. you moaned softly at the vibration, the sound sending waves straight to his already twitching dick.

your fingers struggled with the button of his jeans until you finally pulled back from his lips, using both hands this time. he helped you out, pulling his jeans down and throwing them to the floor.

you kissed him again as you grabbed his dick over his boxers. he whimpered into your lips, brows frowning with pleasure.

he hid his face on your neck, trying not to moan too loudly when you started to move your hand up and down painfully yet deliciously slow. you whined when he bit your neck a little too hard.

"f-fuck– you sound so hot.." he murmured against the red skin of your neck.

he turned his gaze at you, coming back to kiss you eagerly as his hands tried to grope every part of your torso. you let out a small moan when he did an experimental squeeze at your breast.

your hand reached down to the hem of his boxers as you pulled away, searching for his permission. when he nodded you pulled his underwear down to his knees, he hissed at the feeling of the cold air against his glowing red cock.

you took it, trying to decipher the way his face contorts as you pumped up and down. "does it feel good?" you asked, a soft pout forming on your lips.

he let out a pathetic moan when your thumb started playing circles on his aching tip. "f-fuck– y-yeah, it feels good. j-just try twisting your wrist more. shit–"

you do as he says, going back to kiss him as you pumped him. he pulled away and you noticed the way his chest fell back and forth, throwing his head against the headboard behind him.

"it feels s'good." he whimpered, resting his hands on his sides, not knowing what to do with them now, completely overwhelmed.

your stomach fluttered, the sounds he made sending heat throughout your whole body. it was a lot.

too much and not enough at the same time.

you noticed the way his breathing stuttered, the way his body tensed slightly beneath your hand. you slowed down without thinking twice, earning a confused look from him.

"wha-what? why did you slowed down?" his voice cracked, eyes flickering between your blushed face and your hand.

for a split second he thought he'd done something wrong. moaned too loud, reacted too desperately.

"I– I really don't know..." you confessed, earning a shaky laugh from your boyfriend. you laughed too, trying to ease the sudden tension. "I g-guess I just wanted to check on you," you said softly. "am I doing alright..?"

his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled, leaning in to give a small peck onto your lips. "yeah," he nodded quickly, then slower, meeting your eyes. "you're doing it perfect. f-feels much better than my own hand." he let out a breathy laugh.

you nudged his shoulder slightly with your free hand, more blush forming on your cheeks thanks to his comment. "shut up."

you leaned in to kiss his lips, brushing your tongue across his as the pace on your hand quickened again little by little. his breath hitched, the sound muffled against your mouth.

woonhak tried to focus on breathing through his nose, but it was useless. every small movement of your hand and your mouth sent a jolt through him, sharp but warm.

he pulled away, throwing his head back again, placing his forearm over his face, trying to hide it from you. his cheeks were burning up and his brain was fogging, squeezing his eyes tight as he tried to steady himself.

he opened them back, looking at you. looking at the way you were watching his face, not his body. the way your brows knit together slightly, like you were paying attention to every little reaction, like you got off by the way his face contorts, made his chest tighten.

you noticed the way his breath hitched whenever your thumb brushed his tip, the way his lips parted letting out the prettiest sounds you ever heard. even the smallest reactions, all because of you.

your thighs pressed together instinctively, a quiet rush of heat pooling low in your core at the sight of him like this. you weren't sure when watching him started to feel this good, almost as if you were watching something you shouldn't.

woonhak noticed. not the movement itself, but the way your breath changed when he did. it made his stomach twist pleasantly, feeling his climax come closer.

the idea that his sounds, his reactions, the way he was falling apart under your touch were doing something to you made his heart race faster than before.

his fingers curled into the sheets, feeling closer than before. "I–" he called out, voice cracking. "I think I'm gonna– fuck." his breath catching in his throat.

you felt the way his body tensed beneath your touch, the way his hips stuttered as they tried thrusting up into your hand. you leaned in without thinking, pressing your lips to his, slow and warm as if you were grounding him. the pace of your hand quickening in a way that made his eyes rolled back to his skull.

his whole body gave in at once. he gasped into your lips, the sound muffled and desperate, hands flying to grip tight at your waist. his forehead dropped to your shoulder as his seed spread across your hand, swearing softly under his breath.

"fuck, s-shit– oh my god." his voice cracked. his breath was uneven.

you patted his head with your free hand as the other one slowed down, trying to milk every single drop until he was done. he stayed there until it finally passed, breathing hard. his hands still fisting around your waist, knuckles white.

he let out a shaky sigh, half laughing and half embarrassed. you smiled, cheeks burning just as much as his as you let go his dick. "'you okay?"

he nodded slowly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. his eyes were still glossy, and his mouth formed a cute pout. "yeah..." he said quietly, pulling away to grab the box of tissues on his nightstand, cleaning both your hand and his thighs.

he finished cleaning up quietly, pulling his boxers back up. his movements were a little clumsy, sensitive, like his body still hadn't caught up with what just happened.

your ears still buzzed like crazy. heart racing, skin warm, your whole body feeling heavy. watching him cum undone like that, hearing the way his voice broke. it all replayed in your head, sending another quiet wave of heat low in your stomach, making you press your thighs together again without even realising it.

woonhak noticed it, his ears burning red immediately.

"are you...um," he started, then stopped, rubbing his palms against his thighs nervously. "are you okay?" he asked, voice soft and careful.

you felt warmth settling into your chest. you nodded, "yeah." a shy flat smile tugging on your lips. "I am." you said, then hesitantly added, "it was...really nice...hot."

his eyes widened just a little, smiling. "it was?"

you nodded again, cheeks heating up as you started to hug your legs, resting your chin between your knees.

his gaze dropped without meaning to. just for a second.

his breath caught immediately and his face went hot all over again when he noticed the faint darkened patch of arousal on your shorts.

he looked away so fast it almost hurt his neck.

"..sorry," he blurted out quietly, embarrassed before you'd even said anything. his hands curled into the sheets again. "I didn't mean to stare."

you hadn't even noticed what he'd seen until you looked down between your legs. your cheeks burned, instinctively hugging your legs closer, embarrassed as if you didn't just give him the best handjob of his life.

it took him a moment to work up the courage to look at you again. when he did, his expression was soft. careful. almost worried.

"I just–" he hesitated, swallowing hard. "I thought maybe...you might be feeling...kinda worked up too..?" his voice dropped lower, shy but serious. "because of me."

"if you are," he continued, words rushed now, flustered. "I mean– only if you want– I could...maybe help? just a little? not anything you don't want to." he shook his head quickly. "I just don't like the idea of you feeling all...uncomfortable because of me."

his eyes flicked down to your crotch once more, then back up. apologetic and hopeful all at once.

"...I want to take care of you too," he said softly. then, quieter, "even if it's just– I don't know...whatever you want."

you didn't answer right away. instead, you let your legs relax just a little, unwrapping your arms that were around them. his eyes followed every little movement you made.

woonhak swallowed hard. jaw tightening as his gaze dropped again, lingering longer this time, biting back a moan. his hands slid to rest on your knees, thumbs brushing slow, warm circles against your skin.

he leaned in, pressing a long, gentle kiss to your knee. not where you were aching. not yet. he reached for both of your hands, locking his fingers with yours and giving them a small squeeze, grounding not only you but himself too.

you leaned forward to kiss him, a muffled whine slipping from you when he started to spread your legs to let himself settle between them. his hands resting on the inner sides of your thighs to keep you spread apart.

his breath ghosted over your body as he lowered himself, close enough feel his warmth even through your shorts. close enough that your fingers tangled in his hair without thinking.

he paused, then look up at you. "tell me if you want me to stop." he murmured, eyes sparkling up.

your breath stuttered. you looked down at him, at the way he was waiting. hands steady on your thighs, gaze warm but intense.

"don't," you said softly, voice barely louder than a whisper. "please."

The tension between the two of you was impossible to miss. It had existed long before today, lingering through every meeting where the conference room became a battlefield of endless jabs and razor-sharp remarks, all neatly disguised as "formal debate" between you and Jaehyun.

As the Head of the Discipline Committee, you were responsible for the overall safety of the university's students. Your judgment was rooted in logic and existing regulations, ensuring that every proposal complied with university policies and that every rule was enforced without exception. To you, everything came down to authority, consequences, and structure.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, served as the Student Council President. He oversaw event proposals from clubs and organizations while advocating for student welfare, approaching every discussion with practicality and the students' best interests in mind. His leadership relied on soft power, persuasion, and popularity.

The contrast between the two of you couldn't have been clearer. While Jaehyun focused on what the students needed, you focused on what they were allowed to do. He created opportunities for them to make memories, whereas you drew the boundaries that kept those opportunities in check. He was admired by the student body; you were respected—if not outright feared. He negotiated, while you enforced.

Every committee member under the two of you had learned to mentally prepare themselves whenever the weekly meeting email landed in their inbox. What was scheduled to last two hours almost always stretched into four, with at least half of that time inevitably consumed by you and Jaehyun arguing over one another's points.

As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't deny the familiar knot that tightened in your stomach whenever Jaehyun fired back with that infuriatingly sharp tongue of his. Every rebuttal rolled off his lips with practiced precision, as though he had already anticipated every loophole you would point out in an event proposal long before you ever opened your mouth.

It certainly didn't help that he looked unfairly put together while doing it. His prescribed glasses rested low on the bridge of his nose, and the sleeves of his white linen shirt were rolled neatly to his forearms, offering just enough of a glimpse at the biceps he'd clearly been spending more time building lately. Throughout every presentation, his eyes never left you whenever you interrupted to point out another violation of campus regulations, the corner of his lips curling into a knowing smirk as though he enjoyed every second of provoking you.

You quickly shook the thoughts away, refusing to let your mind wander any further, and redirected your attention to the meeting at hand.

Seated at the center of the long conference table inside the Discipline Committee room, you flipped through the stack of proposals for the university's upcoming events while representatives from each organization presented their plans one after another.

"I think inviting this lineup would put us over budget," you said, your tone calm yet firm.

Standing at the front of the room, Sungho, the Student Council representative attending in Jaehyun's place, continued presenting the proposed K-pop lineup for the university's annual Summer Waterbomb Festival.

Leaning back slightly in your chair, you absentmindedly tapped the end of your pen against the conference table as your eyes scanned the projected budget. Every figure, every spreadsheet, every projected expense was supposed to keep your mind occupied— a fortress built on logic and reason.

You clenched your jaw before continuing. "Even after accounting for sponsorships and revenue from the festival stalls, we're still stretching the allocation too far." Lifting the proposal just enough to indicate the estimated expenses, you kept your voice steady despite the unwelcome distraction threatening your concentration. "If anything unexpected comes up during the preparation period, we'll have almost no financial buffer left."

Normally, this discussion would've been between you and Jaehyun.

Unfortunately— or perhaps fortunately— he was still in class, leaving only two Student Council committee members to attend the meeting in his place.

The room felt noticeably quieter without him. There were no playful remarks to derail the discussion, no stubborn negotiations that dragged a two-hour meeting into four. Instead, there were only proposals, calculations, and routine discussions that somehow felt far duller than they should have.

Sungho nodded, quickly jotting down a few notes before attempting to defend the budget. "We can adjust the catering costs to compensate, Captain. The festival's prestige depends on this specific lineup."

"Prestige shouldn't come at the cost of fiscal stability," you replied without hesitation.

Silence settled over the room, broken only by the soft scratching of pens across paper.

You were doing exactly what a Head of the Discipline Committee was supposed to do— identifying every loophole, questioning every oversight, and ensuring every proposal complied with university regulations. Your arguments were as precise and uncompromising as ever.

Yet the absence of one particularly infuriating, dark-haired nuisance was impossible to ignore.

Without Jaehyun leaning back in his chair with that infuriating smirk, ready to counter every point you made, the debate felt strangely hollow. There was no one to lock eyes with across the conference table, no teasing remark murmured just loud enough to test your composure, no relentless back-and-forth that somehow made every meeting feel alive despite how much it exhausted you.

Everything was efficient. Everything was orderly.

Everything was lifeless.

Before you even realized what you were doing, your gaze drifted temporarily to the empty chair reserved for the Student Council President.

A familiar sound drifted in from the hallway.

The unmistakable rhythm of confident, unhurried footsteps drew closer with each passing second, and your traitorous heart answered with a single, heavy thump against your ribs. Determined not to betray yourself, you kept your eyes fixed on the budget report, refusing to look up even as the heavy oak door swung open.

"I'm sorry," a familiar voice called, smooth with amusement. "Am I late to the party? Please tell me the most important decisions haven't been made without the President."

Jaehyun looked entirely too relaxed for someone who had just walked out of what was undoubtedly a grueling biomedical engineering lecture. A dark navy sweater hugged his frame, making his skin appear almost luminous beneath the conference room lights, while his slightly tousled hair suggested he'd spent the walk over absentmindedly running a hand through it.

His gaze swept across the room in a practiced glance, acknowledging the other representatives only briefly before settling squarely on you.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a knowing—devastatingly handsome—smirk.

"You look particularly fierce today, Ms. Protocol," he said, his voice dropping into that low, melodic drawl you hated for how easily it lingered in your ears. The nickname rolled off his tongue with infuriating ease, every syllable carrying a teasing familiarity that no one else seemed to question. "Is the budget giving you trouble, or are you just missing my expert guidance?"

"The budget," you repeated, deliberately emphasizing the word as the tip of your pen resumed its rhythmic tapping against the proposal. "Why is it always the same issue with your organization?"

A quiet sigh escaped you before you continued. "If it isn't another request to extend the event curfew, it's a budget that exceeds the allocated funds."

Only then did you finally look up.

Jaehyun had already settled into his chair with an ease that felt entirely intentional, leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table as though he had all the time in the world. His attention never wavered from yours, the intensity in his gaze at odds with the formal atmosphere surrounding the meeting.

"Well?" you prompted. "Do you actually enjoy having your proposals sent back by the Discipline Committee?" Your voice remained impeccably professional, but everyone around the table recognized the familiar edge beneath it.

"Sent back?" Jaehyun echoed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "That's a harsh way to put it, Y/N."

He reached for the proposal in front of you, his fingertips brushing the edge of the document— close enough for the contact to feel deliberate without actually touching you.

"We prefer to think of it as a collaborative refinement process." His smile widened almost imperceptibly. "You provide the boundaries, and we provide the vision."

The slight tightening of your jaw didn't escape him.

Turning to Sungho, he continued as though the two of you hadn't just exchanged another silent challenge. "Let's revisit the catering budget. If we tighten the logistics, we can recover the buffer the Captain's so concerned about."

Then he looked back at you.

"Unless..." His voice dipped just enough for the word to carry across the table without losing its private edge. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes as though the rest of the room had momentarily ceased to exist. "Ms. Protocol thinks we're incapable of being responsible."

He punctuated the remark with a casual wink.

You tightened your grip around the pen, forcing yourself to remain composed. "You're asking me to approve additional spending based on projected savings that don't exist yet," you said evenly. "I won't gamble the committee's budget on optimism."

To everyone else, it was another playful jab in the never-ending rivalry between the Student Council President and the Head of the Discipline Committee.

To you, it was a challenge— another move in the dance the two of you never seemed to stop dancing.

A quiet laugh escaped Jaehyun. It wasn't mocking. If anything, it sounded almost impressive.

Rather than rising to the challenge, he simply withdrew his hand from the proposal and leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxing as though he had all the patience in the world.

"Tell me something, Y/N." His voice remained calm, almost conversational.

"If our Finance Committee comes back tomorrow and confirms we can recover every won of that contingency..." He let the question hang for a beat before finishing, "...would you approve the lineup?"

The room fell silent. For the first time that afternoon, you hesitated. It lasted no more than a heartbeat, but your breath caught all the same.

His eyes lingered on you just long enough to tell you he'd caught the crack in your composure. "Because if the answer is still no," he said softly, "then this was never about the budget."

Jaehyun noticed.

Of course he did.

The words lodged themselves in your throat. Every sharp retort and cutting remark you had prepared dissolved before they could leave your lips.

Because he wasn't wrong.

If you pushed back now without a legitimate reason, everyone in the room would see through it. They would realize your objections were no longer rooted entirely in policy but were beginning to blur with something far more personal. Worse still, Jaehyun's compromise was reasonable—practical, even—and rejecting it outright would only weaken your own argument.

In that moment, all you wanted to do was shut him up by crashing your lips against his.

You hated that he'd backed you into a corner.

You hated even more that he had done it so effortlessly.

It was ridiculous, really. Somewhere between months of relentless arguments and endless meetings, the two of you had discovered that the only way to silence the frustration was to kiss each other senseless. You couldn't stand each other emotionally, yet somehow the only person who truly understood the pressure you were under was the one sitting across the table.

So you both fuck.

Not because you liked each other— not that either of you would ever admit to such a thing— but because it was the easiest way to bleed off the stress, to satisfy the adrenaline that came with constantly pushing each other's buttons, and to release the tension neither of you seemed capable of escaping.

A few more minutes of discussion passed before the meeting finally came to an end. Committee members gathered their documents, exchanged polite farewells, and gradually filtered out of the conference room, their conversations fading into the hallway until silence settled over the space once more.

You, however, remained in your seat.

Your gaze stayed fixed on the proposal lying open in front of you, glaring at the neatly printed pages as though sheer determination alone could somehow rewrite the outcome of the meeting.

It couldn't.

After Jaehyun proposed having the Finance Committee produce revised projections, the rest of the board had quickly rallied behind the idea. One by one, members voiced their agreement, citing previous festivals and successful budget adjustments as examples until it no longer felt like they were evaluating the proposal— it felt like they were countering you.

By the time the votes were counted, the proposal had passed with revised funding, granting the Student Council a larger budget for the upcoming Summer Waterbomb Festival.

The decision was final.

With a quiet exhale, you leaned back in your chair and resumed tapping the end of your pen against the tabletop, an unconscious habit you'd developed whenever things slipped beyond your control. The steady rhythm echoed through the now-empty room.

Once. Twice. Again.

The soft, rhythmic clicks echoed through the now-empty meeting room, betraying the frustration you had worked so hard to conceal throughout the discussion. Beneath your composed exterior, irritation simmered restlessly under your skin. Despite every argument you had made, the visionaries had won.

You had fought for stability, yet the budget had expanded anyway. It was a victory for the Student Council— and perhaps for the students, who would undoubtedly celebrate the popular K-pop lineup. It was certainly a triumph for Jaehyun.

For you, however, it felt like a personal defeat against the meticulously ordered world you had built.

"You're going to break that pen if you keep at it like that."

His voice was lower now, stripped of the easy warmth he wore in front of everyone else.

Jaehyun crossed the room with quiet steps, the carpet swallowing the sound of his approach before he pulled out the chair beside yours and sat down, slipping effortlessly into the space you usually kept off-limits.

He leaned in until his shoulder hovered just shy of brushing yours, and the clean, expensive musk of his cologne drifted into your senses, making your breath hitch despite yourself.

"You look like you're planning a murder, Y/N," he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting into an amused smile. Yet there was an unfamiliar softness in his eyes, one reserved for moments like these, when the audience had long since disappeared. "Was the budget really that devastating, or are you just annoyed that you couldn't keep me in line today?"

"Shut up, Jaehyun," you muttered, refusing to look away from the proposal still spread across the table. Your glare remained fixed on the pages, though whether it was directed at the paperwork or at him had become increasingly difficult to tell.

"Before I actually murder you with this pen."

Jaehyun let out a soft, delighted huff of laughter, the sound vibrating in the small space between you. His gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest, most dangerous second before returning to your eyes, the playful mask he wore in public slipping away to reveal the quieter, unreadable version of himself that only you ever saw.

"Such a violent temperament for someone so composed," he murmured, his voice dipping into something more intimate than teasing. His hand moved before you could react, long fingers gently wrapping around yours to still the restless tapping of your pen. His skin was warm against yours, a stark contrast to the cool metal resting between your grip.

"Does this mean you're going to hold a grudge?" he asked, studying you with a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. "Because if you are, you're going to have to come up with something far more creative than threatening me with a pen."

Your eyes flicked down to where his hand enclosed yours, his thumb drawing a slow, unhurried circle over your knuckles as though he had all the time in the world.

"Right," you said at last, voice steadying into something sharper. "It's all because of you."

Then you finally turned fully to face him. "I guess it's only acceptable for me to use that dick of yours to relieve some of this frustration, right?"

The words landed cleanly in the air between you, precise and unflinching in the same clinical tone you used to dismantle a budget proposal, though the weight of them shifted the atmosphere entirely.

The air in the room seemed to vanish.

For a brief moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the university’s ventilation system— a quiet, indifferent backdrop to the sudden and violent spike of tension between the two of you.

Jaehyun froze.

The easy, lopsided grin he usually wore faltered as his eyes widened slightly, processing the bluntness of your words. He had expected a sharp retort, maybe a witty jab or a pointed lecture about fiscal irresponsibility. What he hadn't expected was for you to strip away every layer of professional restraint and leave nothing but unfiltered intent behind.

A slow heat crept up his neck, spreading across his cheeks before he could stop it. Whatever composed and easygoing image he carried in public was gone, replaced by something quieter yet sharper— something that made his breath turn shallow.

He exhaled slowly, unevenly.

His gaze darkened as it held yours, searching for even the smallest hesitation. When he found none, his grip on your hand tightened slightly, his thumb pressing more deliberately against your skin.

"Careful, Y/N," he rasped, his voice dropping into something rougher than before. "Say things like that in a room this quiet, and people might start thinking the Head of Discipline Committee has lost her composure."

"I am," you said, your voice steady despite the heat behind it, "and I'm so desperate to let go of this frustration that I'm this close to killing someone." The words came out sharp, controlled, almost frightening in their certainty.

Jaehyun’s pupils darkened, the shift immediate and unmistakable. "Then let's not keep you waiting," he murmured.

After making sure you both left at different times so no suspicion lingered among your respective committees, you eventually found yourselves inside Jaehyun’s car, parked far from the prying eyes of campus.

The moment the door shut, whatever restraint you had been holding onto all day snapped cleanly.

You didn’t waste any time to pull Jaehyun into a kiss field with all the built-up frustration, casually straddling him on the driver seat. Your grips on his navy sweater tightened. You were a whirlwind of suppressed tension, your body moving with a desperate and hungry urgency that left Jaehyun breathless. The friction of your thighs against him was a silent command, a demand for him to finally bridge the distance they had maintained all day.

Jaehyun let out a low and guttural groan into your mouth, his hands finding your waist to steady you. He met your kiss with equal ferocity, his tongue tangling with yours in a frantic and uncoordinated dance of need. The scent of yours, something crisp and elegant, now mixed with the heat of your skin drove him to the brink of madness. 

The veneer of the polished Student Council President and the stoic Head of Discipline Committee shattered completely. 

“God, princess.” He rasped against your lips, his fingers digging into the soft curve of your hips. He pulled you closer, eliminating every millimeter of space between you both. The navy fabric of his sweater bunched under your tight grip, a testament to how much you were clinging to him for stability. 

His hands slid from your waist, travelling upward to cup your face. His thumbs traced your jawline with a feverish intensity.  He could feel the tremor in his hands, the same restless energy you had been channeling into your pen just moments ago. Now, the energy was focused entirely on him.

Jaehyun shifted, his hips tilting upward to meet your pressure, his eyes dark with a singular and consuming purpose. 

The silence of the parked car was filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing and the heavy, rhythmic thud of two hearts beating in a frantic and synchronized tempo, probably jolted a bit as it moved along to match the rhythms of you both.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You moved along your hips, humping against him through the clothes while your hands travelled all the way to his sides, exploring his muscles through the shirt as if it reduced every inch of your frustration. 

Your lips moved to his neck, licking and biting against the exposed skin as if you were in charge. Jaehyun threw his head back against the headrest, a sharp yet choked sound escaping his throat the moment your teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his neck. The sensation was electric, a searing brand that made his vision blur. 

Every time you grounded your hips against him, the friction of the denim and cotton felt like a beautiful torture, driving him toward a breaking point he was desperate to reach.

“You’re… relentless,” Jaehyun managed to grit out, his voice a broken and low rumble.

His hands abandoned your face, sliding down your back to pull you even tighter against him, as if trying to fuse your both bodies into one. 

Your eyes found him again, taking in the way he looked beneath you— undone in a way he never allowed himself to be anywhere else. 

He needed more than just the sensation of your movement.

He needed the heat of your skin.

Your hand moved up without hesitation, resting lightly at his throat, thumb brushing over his pulse as it betrayed how much he was trying to stay composed. 

“Fuck..” You breathed, “I hate you so fucking much,” you muttered in the midst of your shaky breath, your hips pressed even further. Your underwear was dampened with your wetness, dragging them along to the obvious tent of his dick through his denim jeans, earning a strangled and desperate sound from Jaehyun. 

Jaehyun’s eyes snapped open, dark and dilated, as your thumb traced the movement of his throat. The sensation was a delicious and agonizing tether, grounding him even as you pushed him toward the edge of insanity. 

Your beautiful yet venomous declaration of hatred confession sent a surge of pure, unadulterated heat through his veins. Jaehyun loved it when you were like this: raw, unpolished, and entirely unconcerned with the dignity your reputation usually demanded.

“Then hate me harder,” he rasped, his voice a jagged wreck of its usual melodic self. 

Jaehyun reached up, his large hands captured your wrist to guide your hand, pressing your palm even more firmly against the pulse point of his neck. He wanted you to feel how fast his heart was racing, how much you were physically unravelling him. 

His hips bucked upward in a reflexive yet hungry attempt to close the tortuous gap between you both. The friction was a slow burn, a maddening tease that made his entire body ache with the need to be inside her. You matched his rhythm, moving your hips in circle motion before lifting your hips, only to drop it against his thighs with much intensity. 

Your head threw to the back, ragged breath followed by his other unoccupied hand guiding your hips. A strangled moan escaped from your lips and before you could come, his grip on your hips tightened with bruising force, forcing you to stay still on his hips. 

The hand that hovered yours slid down, using both of his hands to peek the inside of your thighs underneath your cotton skirt, moving your panty to the other side. Catching up with him, your hands dropped to his denim jeans, unbuckled the belt and unzipped the jeans, exposing the very dick that you had been so desperately trying to ride. 

“Fuckkkk— hngh…” You shut your eyes tight when the head of his cock slid inside you with ease, his hands now dropped on your hips as he guided you down from the position. You dropped your head to his shoulder, burying your face against the crook of his neck. “God, I really hate you.”

“Your words, your endless insults..” 

You added on, “Your cock.” 

“I fucking hate everything.” You managed to spill out the words that had been threatening to escape from the tip of your tongue, grazed your teeth against his skin, your walls clenched tightly around his length. 

The young man let out a sound that was half groan and half sob as your internal muscles clamped around him with punishing, exquisite tightness. The sensation of your clenching was so intense it felt as though you were trying to pull him apart from the inside. 

He gripped your hips so hard his knuckles turned white, his head lulling back against the seat as he surrendered to the overwhelming friction of your body. 

“Hate me more,” Jaehyun gasped, his voice a broken mess. “Hate every single second of this.”

He loved the way you weaponized your frustration, turning your supposed disdain into a fuel that burned hotter than any genuine affection could. You were a storm, and he was more than willing to drown in you.

Jaehyun began to thrust upward, his movements heavy and deliberate, meeting your downward rhythm with a primal force. The car rocked violently on its suspension, a rhythmic creak echoing the frantic pace of the union. 

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours as his lips found your ear to whisper a dark and breathless truth. “You can hate me all you want, princess. As long as you never stop wanting me like this.”

A breathless laugh slipped past you, unsteady and fractured, more feeling than sound as the tension between you both spiraled further out of control. The proximity, the heat, the danger of being caught— it all blurred together until there was nothing coherent left to hold onto.

“Oh, I’m surely going to hate you,” you bit back, “I’ll make sure no one could make me hate you as much as how good I make you feel.”

You lifted your head, hands gripped both of his shoulders as you moved along with his thrusts, your hips pressed against his thighs. Arching your body, your head tilted to the back in full bliss. 

“Is that a promise, princess?” Jaehyun smirked, he loved the way your pride remained intact even as your body betrayed her, your voice trembled with the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was forcing you to endure.

Jaehyun surged upward, his thrust became harder and frantic, driven by the sight of your arched back and the way your eyes rolled back. “Fuck, princess. You feel so fucking good.” 

“So fucking perfect, and all for me, right?” The young man whispered against the sensitive skin of your neck when he leaned in, his right hand on your back while his left hand remained on your hips. 

When you clenched again, his hiss morphed into a curse. His thrust deepened, abusing your cunt just as much as you hate him, breaking you into the most melodic, shattered moaning mess. 

“Fuck.. Cl-Close,” you pulled the inner of your lower lips inside, your hips moved in rather chaotic, messy motions just to pull you both closer to the edge. “Yes, God, please—”

“I’m…. hngh, I’m going to..” your words became incoherent, breath ragged. “I’m close, mmmph— Oh God, fuck!” You screamed, your eyes shut tight as white-hot pleasure blazed through you, forming the white circle around his base.

Jaehyun didn’t stop at all— instead, he fucked even harder, his thrusts uneven and messy at this point, the car obviously jerked in a very suspicious way. His grips were all over your body, knuckles white, moving his hips with desperate urgency. 

“Fuck princess,” the young man whispered against your skin, forcing you down to his hips as he moved one last thrust upward, his entire world tilt on its axis when the hot sperm splurted inside you, coating each of your wall with his cum followed by a guttural groan. 

He slumped back against the seat, chest rising and falling unevenly as he tried to catch his breath, while you remained against him for a moment longer, unwilling to move just yet.

“You’re a terrifying woman, Y/N,” he muttered after a beat, voice still rough around the edges.

A quiet laugh slipped out of you, soft and unsteady as you rested your weight against him to steady your breathing. Despite everything, there was something disarmingly comfortable about the closeness— something neither of you ever seemed willing to acknowledge outside of moments like this. “Says the one who gets even bigger while still being inside me.”

Lifting your body just enough to face Jaehyun, your hands on his chest. “What are you? A virgin or a pervert?” Your tone filled with disbelief, finding it amusing how he was still hard. 

A tired, triumphant smirked tugged at the corner of Jaehyun’s mouth. “It’s called being highly responsive to a very particular stimulus, princess.” His head tilted a bit, his eyes softened with a glistening tease. “I thought you like it when you have the upper hand?” 

the night shift had dragged on forever — eight hours of mind-numbing boredom that left you desperate for absolutely anything to make your brain shut off. so when your two coworkers, soul and jongseob, offered an escape, you didn't even hesitate.

you pooled your cash for a stash — powder and pills — and followed them to jongseobs apartment.

the session started innocently enough on jongseobs living room floor, smoke hanging heavy in the air and laughter filling up the room. the drugs hit fast, melting the edges of your exhaustion until you were floating, buzzing.

you were sandwiched between them on the couch, shoulders touching, the vibe shifting from friendly to something heavy and intimate.

your head was fuzzy, inhibitions dissolving with every hit. you'd never done... “this" before. your virginity was still untouched, something you'd been saving or just never bothered with. but right now? with jongseobs hand lazily resting on your thigh and souls knee pressed against yours? you didn't care.

it happened quickly. jongseob leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "you good?" you nod, breathless, eyes fluttering as jongseob hand slides up your waist. the air is thick with smoke and want, boundaries blurring until they don't exist at all. before you know it, you're being pulled backward, jongseob settling behind you while soul moves between your legs.

jongseobs hands are large and steady, lifting your shirt effortlessly while soul kneels between your thighs, looking up at you with blown-out pupils. the drug-fueled confidence makes you bold, and you let your legs tall open, surrendering completely.

soul hooks his fingers into your waistband, and jongseob presses kisses to your neck, whispering how perfect you are.

slowly, soul pulls your pants and panties down, leaving you completely naked on the couch. jongseobs hands roam over your breasts, squeezing gently while his friend exposes your most intimate part. you're so high, so turned on, that you don't feel self-conscious or shy. you just want more.

soul spreads your legs wider, his tongue dragging wet, slow stripes up your inner thigh. jongseob pulls your back flush against his chest, one hand pinching your nipple while the other slides between your legs, fingers pressing against your slick entrance. you gasp — your first real touch there.

"you good?" soul asks this time, looking up at you with hooded eyes.

you nod frantically, words failing you as jongseobs fingers start moving, teasing your folds. soul leans in and presses a soft kiss to your clit, making you jolt and moan. the double stimulation is overwhelming, your hips bucking as they touch you in places that have never been touched before.

jongseob slips two fingers inside you, and you cry out — the sensation too much, too new. your body tightens around him, clenching and releasing. soul keeps sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit, his thumbs finding the edges of your entrance, pressing into your slick heat. you're melting, the drugs amplifying every single sensation tenfold.

"never done before?" jongseob asks.

you nod, whimpering as jongseob curls his fingers inside you, hitting spots that make your stomach twist. soul looks up, grinning against your thigh.

"virgin?" his voice is low, knowing. jongseob adds a third finger, stretching you slightly. you're tight -so fucking tight - and they both know it.

the stretch burns in the best possible way, your body trembling between them. jongseob scissors his fingers, opening you up carefully while soul laps at your clit, pushing you higher and higher. the combination of the drugs and their hands is devastating. you're soaking wet, dripping onto jongseobs fingers and the couch beneath you.

"think she can take it?" soul murmurs, lifting his head.

jongseob presses a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers pumping steadily. "she's got it, — don’t you?” “mhm” you immediately hum, and with a smile he scissors his fingers again, stretching your tight walls, preparing you. soul pulls away, shedding his pants quickly, revealing his hard length. the sight sends a fresh jolt of arousal through you. your high makes you reckless, wanting to be filled, ruined.

your knees are weak from the drugs, the arousal, the anticipation. soul watches as you lean forward, your lips parting. he grips your hair loosely, guiding you.

the tip touches your tongue — hot and slick and intimidating.. your mouth opens wider, taking him in just the tip, groaning at the taste.

jongseobs hands are everywhere — your breasts, your hips, your thighs — while soul pushes deeper, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag slightly, drool dripping down your chin, but you keep going.

the dual sensations are overwhelming... jongseobs fingers still pressing against your clit, his body hot against your back, while souls dick continues to fill your mouth.

"fuck." soul mumbles, tilting his head back.

"there you go, just like that." jongseob says, watching.

soul hits the back of your throat again, making you gag. he pulls back slightly, letting you breathe before pushing deeper again. jongseob suddenly lifts you up, positioning his own hard length at your entrance. he's long - bigger than his fingers.

"can you take both?" jongseob asks against your ear, soul in his own world from the sensation.

you hum 'mhm' against souls cock.

you whimper around souls cock as jongseob pushes inside you slowly, inch by inch. the stretch is intense, burning in a way that makes your toes curl. you're stuffed full — cock in your mouth, cock in your pussy — and the drugs make every sensation implode into pure pleasure.

jongseob deeply groans behind you, the grip on your hips getting tighter.

your eyes roll back instantly. you’ve never been filled like this — jongseob is huge, stretching your virgin walls completely, hitting nerves you didn't know existed.

soul strokes your hair, sliding deeper into your mouth, getting closer, effectively fucking your throat while jongseob starts to move.

"there we go, pretty girl..." soul groans. "so good baby..." jongseob whispers, fucking into you slowly.

souls grip on your hair tightens as he starts to fuck your throat harder, faster. his breathing grows ragged, and his hips jerk forward violently as he cums down your throat, his hot seed shooting into your mouth and down your chin.

soul pulls out of your mouth once fully finished, using his thumb to wipe the cum up your chin and into your mouth as you suck slowly on his thumb swallowing the cum off them.

jongseob hasn't stopped; behind you, he grips your hips harder and starts to fuck you in earnest, his thick cock driving into your newly stretched pussy.

"you okay?" jongseob whispers.

"y-yes." you whispering before suddenly feeling a surge of confidence from the drugs, the adrenaline, the cock inside you. you brace your hands on the armrest and start bouncing, taking jongseob deeper with each downward thrust.

your ass slaps against his hips, your breasts jiggling as you ride him faster. jongseob groans, hands clenching your tits.

"that's it, baby... how's it feel?" jongseob asks.

"so fucking good." you cry out, and soul smiles down at you with his teeth.

soul grabs the blunt from the table, sparking it back to life and taking a deep, long inhale. he leans down, capturing your jaw to lift your head up and blowing the thick smoke directly into your mouth. you inhale eagerly, the second wave of the high rushing through your system as you slam your hips down onto jongseob, your ass rippling against his thighs with every bounce.

the combination of the smoke and the thick cock stretching your walls sends you spiraling over the edge. your pussy clamps down tight, your vision blurring white as you scream, cumming violently around jongseobs dick while soul watches, inhaling once again.

"good girl," jongseob chuckles. "ride it out." jongseob groans, his grip bruising on your hips as he slams you down one last time, pulling out and settling you right on his lower stomach as his cum shoots out, landing on your stomach. you collapse back against his chest, panting and sweaty, high and fucked.

The smell of a new apartment is refreshing.

It's a fresh start, a blank slate for you to decorate, and goddamn, was it expensive. You stand in the doorway, eyes staring at 2 years' worth of savings. It's hard to believe you finally own your own place, away from bad roommates and annoying siblings.

"Babeee, You've been staring for hours. Can we go in now?"

Your boyfriend's whining behind you pulls you from your thoughts, a reminder you aren't completely alone. You giggle as he shuffles past you, a "wow" falling from his mouth as he takes in the space himself.

You remain idle as he ventures further into the apartment, leaving you alone at the entrance. Old memories start to flood through your mind as you step into the emptiness, the floorboards creaking with every step: this was one of the cheaper options.

You remember when you first met Leehan during your exchange year to Korea; it was your first time traveling outside of your home country, so you were awfully confused.

You weren't sure how to work the ATM at the convenience store next to your university; it was embarrassing, especially since there was a man behind you grumbling because you were taking too long. You almost gave up before Leehan approached you.

His personality was warm, his smile shining brighter than any star you've seen; nothing has changed since then.

What you recall specifically are his brown eyes; they never left you as you fumbled your way through the steps, almost dropping your card because of the proximity between you both.

You got his number after that—

"Sweetheart, come here!"

—and now you're here, about to officially start your life together.

You dive deeper into your mind, pulling out emotions and moments you haven't thought properly about in a while. You find yourself pulling at your own heartstrings as you enter the room Leehan called you into.

"Come see,"

He's looking out the window; you can see his eyes sparkle in the reflection as he takes in the view. You join him, your hands resting on his shoulders as you lean in to take a good look.

"..The city?"

Leehan shakes his head. He takes your hand from his shoulder and places it on top of the glass; you open your fingers, squinting at the sudden blue light bursting from behind your palm.

"There's a pet shop that sells fish across the street." 

Your heart swells at his boyish tone. You stare at his reflection, pupils dilating at the sight of his eyes turning into crescents. You watch as he swallows and turns towards you, meeting you.

"Don't look at me like that.." He mutters, averting his eyes to a corner in the room. You smile as blush creeps up his neck.

"Aww, but I think it's cute that you want to become a dad early—"

"Ugh, shut up."

You snort as your boyfriend wrestles you to the ground; he pins your wrists above you, panting slightly. 

It's suddenly quiet; Leehan gazes at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you shrink under it. Quite like you did earlier, you get back into your head. You have flashbacks to your first date, when he met your parents, to years of barely eating to save for this place, and now finally having it. You're overcome with emotions, and before you can stop it, tears well in your eyes.

Leehan instantly tenses, his hand coming down to your cheek in an attempt to soothe you.

"Wait- please don't cry. Why are you crying?" He questions, leaning down to kiss the wetness off your face.

"It's hard to explain," You start, sniffling as your boyfriend pampers you. (You also try to force out a few more tears so it lasts longer.) He hums in response and rolls off of you, lying on his side next to you on the floor.

"Well, good thing I have time."

A smile makes its way onto your face as you turn towards him, now doing everything to avoid eye contact.

"I guess I'm overwhelmed with my emotions. I'm happy, but then I remember how hard it was to get here, and then I don't know how to feel."

"I think you should be proud of how far you've come."

You pause at the quick response; you never thought of it in that way. You did sacrifice loads to be here: money, time, your mental health, almost everything. Leehan is right; you should feel accomplished for this journey.

"You have a way of saying things," You finally respond, wiping the excess tears from your cheeks.

"Do I now?"

"I'm serious."

He slowly rises from the floor; he seems surprised. You mimic his movements, eventually gaining the courage to make eye contact with him.

"Anytime I talk to you, I feel instantly better. It's hard to believe I deserve you."

Leehan rolls his eyes, blush returning to his pretty face. You can tell your words touched him, even if he didn't say anything.

You both sit there in silence, soaking in the moment while it lingers. Though reality returns to you in a cold chill. You realize how numb your legs are from the chilly floorboards.

"How about blowing up that air mattress now?" You break the silence, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Yes, please, I was about to say the same thing." Leehan groans, stumbling to his feet.

You both laugh as you run back out of your apartment, broke, with barely any furniture, but still happy to be with each other.

a / n : HEY finally pushed this out, I can feel myself slowly start liking writing again😛😛 maybe this is good for me. ANYWAYS LIAAA I HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELY

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“ok. everyone ready?”

nods around the circle finally cumulated to the next round of the game being played.

opposite to you sat sungho, the quiet one—talkative only around his friends, otherwise rarely opening his mouth. he’s an observer, and he’s the one who’s been chosen to be your 7 minutes in heaven. well, as soon as the bottle lands on you both.

you’ve been eagerly waiting for it, the alcohol in your system simply begging to ooze out in some way, shape, or form. and with this man across you? you really couldn’t wait any longer.

the bottle spun on and on for what felt like eternity, and then finally landed… on jaehyun.

a-fucking-gain.

“nope, this has to be rigged. i can’t wait seven minutes again just so he can get another chance to get his dick wet.” the words that spilled out of your mouth felt brutal to the chosen one, but you couldn’t stop yourself. your usually soft spoken nature was overtaken by a complete beast every time you got drunk at the parties the very person you were cursing out at invited you to, to the point that you’ve gotten to know his friend circle pretty well.

“y/n come on, it’s just a silly game,” he laughs, but all you can think about is the wet patch in your panties since you entered the party house. sungho, in his tank top and a jacket tied around his waist, loose jeans on with running shoes. he’s a sight to be seen, a sight that’s eagerly sought after by the entire crowd who look at him while he’s simply too engrossed in what his friends talk about.

you take the bottle and place it to point right at you, the flat bottom subsequently pointing at the man you’ve been aching for. then you get up, grabbing his arm in the process to take him with you to the obviously tight yet empty closet, the designated ‘heaven‘.

the rest of the circle simply watched, some astonished, some bored because it’s not them going into the small room that barely fits 2. despite anyone who almost sat at your spot before the game began, his spot was decided once you got situated. he wanted to sit across you, hence why he’s also not yet has his own turn because of the rules of the game that he didn’t agree upon anyways. he always thought that the pointed side meant the person it was pointing towards could choose who to f—make out with. but alas, taesan’s house, taesan’s game rules. he had to adapt to it.

so here you both are, the tight space getting occupied by two horny bodies.

yes. two.

sungho’s not any less needy for you as you’ve been needy for him. his stares at you throughout the game made you feel weak, and you knew that it was him basically saying, “i’m going to ruin you.” his usually sweet demeanor is nothing if not a hoax when it comes to getting what he needs. and right now, that'd be your body warming his.

outside the door, you could clearly hear taesan call out the time, saying, “seven minutes alright? and then you have to come out right away, no matter what.” but you could barely focus on that.

sungho already began.

his lips found their way on your jaw, pulling at your shirt’s neckline to make some space to mark your shoulder underneath. it’s become a ritual at this point to mark you before he begins to do anything more, ensuring that you know that you’re his at this very moment, that you should only pay attention to him.

you breathe heavily as you palm him, trying to get him hard as quickly as possible so that he could fuck you as soon as possible. that’s what you've been aiming for—the big prize of being sungho’s so called ‘sneaky link’.

1 minute.

his mouth sucked a sweetly pink spot on your skin, finally moving onto the next part. you had to be quick, and you know that you could cum soon, but sungho still takes his time with you. whatever time there is at least.

“relax,” he mutters at you, looking straight into your eyes before locking lips and deepening the kiss into a proper make out.

his fingers reached down to your skirt, bunching it up at your waist before rubbing slow circles at where your clit would be. he knew you wore the short skirt on purpose, the way you sat in the circle prior being a clear provocation as your thighs were bare for him, and everyone, to take a look at. “should mark your thighs next time so you cover those up when you’re out.” he didn’t like that others could see what was his.

“you like it though,” lips against his, you talk back, smiling before he leaned in again.

2 minutes.

the darkness in the cramped room further stimulated the rest of your senses. vision was low, the only light from the outside seeping in through the cracks between the door and the floor. you could barely make out the color of his shoes—white—as they walked you towards the wall. he has you trapped, right in place as he pushed aside the fabric, drenched in your wetness, and simply said, “hold it.”

you obey. of course you do.

sungho unzips his jeans, his jacket missing for a while now (you last recall taesan wearing it), pushing down his bottoms with his boxers. his dick springs out instantly, as if finally being freed from their shackles, aching and throbbing for your pussy.

“sungho please,” you whine out, but before anyone from outside could hear it, he quickly shut your mouth with his palm. if you both could hear the outside noise, then they surely could also hear in. he didn’t want to take any chances, especially not when no one knows you both have much more experience with each other than just simple conversations about either work, studying, or one of the other boys.

a couple pumps, and he’s aligning himself against you, pushing in inch by painfully excruciatingly slow inch. you knew he could be much faster.

3 minutes.

he fully pops into you, your walls hugging him tight as your arms went to wrap around his neck for some stability. he still had one of his on your mouth, the other going around your waist.

his fingers pierced into your side, tightly squeezing you in place as he pulled out and then slammed right back in. the entire time, he kept his gaze down, feeling how you sucked his length so effortlessly. your pussy’s gotten so perfect for him over the past couple months… he’s really trained you so well.

short breathy curses leave his lips while your own muffled whines get caught behind his palm. you felt too good, the best you’ve felt all night, and it’s all thanks to you being fed up at jaehyun. sorry jae…

“4 minutes in!”

sungho sped up as he got told what was basically the halfway point. fuck, 7 minutes really is short.

“if i don't cum, i’ll take you home with me tonight ok?” he whispered.

his words made it seem like the darkness was residing, and you were getting used to the lack of light. you simply nodded your head as your eyes held his unseen gaze, able to imagine a small smile unfold. he would’ve taken you anyways; this is just his way of saying he wants more.

you could feel how he pulsated through your entire body, teeth biting into the palm of his hand. it felt so much more intimate at the same time too—like you have to hold onto each other so that you can find your way out of this unlit path of whatever you could be. it’s romantic in a sense, but that was the last thing either of you wanted from each other. but you do wonder, what if?

now’s not the time for wondering though. your eyes roll back as you feel a particularly rough slam into you. your hips twitch in his hold, broken short moans simply trying to reach his ears.

“such a sweet girl… i know how much you wanna let out these pretty sounds for me… yeah i know, you feel so good,” sungho leaned closer to whisper into your ears as he kept thrusting in and out, mechanically the same exact speed and need. it felt too much like a fuck machine, truth be told, but with a real warm dick. “you’ll be able to let them all out later on. just wait for me alright?”

he’s decided this wasn’t enough.

5 minutes.

sungho panicked now. he wasn’t really that close, despite having edged himself at the sight of you since you entered the room. he thought that he would've cum by now, at the very second he entered you, but instead, he let his prior actions define how long it takes for him to cum. he subconsciously held back from fully letting go.

you, on the other hand, are simply enjoying the moment, feeling how he fucks you, although irregularly now. you smiled as your eyes closed, lips biting as your head fell back and you simply took what he gave. you could feel how his hands tightened by your side, and he kept a pace so sporadic that you had to bite your lips even harder just to not make a peep.

if you listened hard enough, you even think that you can hear how you both make the most melodic sounds, skin slapping and wet slick mixing together. you felt like gold melting into liquid, getting molded into being the perfect ring to fit him just right. you wanted to tell him so, to say sungho you feel so good, but with the audience right outside the door, you refrained.

he told you to keep quiet after all.

“1 minute left!”

damn it!

taesan’s voice couldn’t have come through at a worse timing.

immediately upon hearing his voice, sungho pulled out, breathing heavily as he watched his still hard dick glisten under the shadows of the room. well, he could feel it—feel how you coated every inch and crevice of his skin, his body on fire from how needy he got by simply fucking you for a couple minutes.

“you good?” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“mhm,” you nod, your own coming up to put your own over his. standing on your tiptoes, you lean in to give him a soft kiss, just because you wanted to. “let’s continue this later yeah?”

smiling against your lips, sungho joined foreheads with you as his thumb stroked your cheek.

quickly, you both wrapped up. with how the group outside had been the whole night, you were sure that they’d open the door right as the timer hits 0 secs. well, jaehyun would make sure of that at least, given that you stole his 4th turn.

despite sungho’s boner being pretty evident, it only felt right to leave him like that; just a little more time, and you’d help him sort it out all throughout the night. the group started to also countdown backwards from ten, just enough time to kiss him again.

“you got me all night.”

“not gonna let you go.”

sungho’s smile lit up as the door opened up, the both of you looking rather put together for what just went down in the 7 minutes behind the closet doors. but no one else needs to know what’s up between you both.

some secrets are better left unsaid.

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you're not a homebody per se. this is just not your type of scene. the stench of alcohol, heavy colognes and the sweat of hormonal, freshly presented alphas and omegas just absolutely does not appeal to you

not to mention the lights dimmed to the point where you have to squint your eyes to even remotely be able to see where you're going

your hatred is amplified when some guy shoves his phone into your face, torch on what seems to be its brightest setting after calling some stranger's name at the top of his lungs

"oh y/n! it's you!" he lowers his cellular device and you're left squeezing your eyes to readjust to the terrible lighting in the room

"yeonjun, what the heck?" you glower at the alpha, finally placing his familiar face as your vision clears

"good to see you too girl!" he quips sarcastically, rolling his eyes dramatically before pulling you further into the house before you can protest

banners and confetti line the walls and floors as you get a good look at the new pack house you were already familiar with, much to your regret

this is strange, you think. yeonjun would usually not give two shits about you. he'd typically be hanging around or chugging shot after shot with his bosom friend by now

speaking of which, "hey, where's beomgyu?"

"oh right," he comes to a stop at a table packed with booze, "that motherfu–" he stops himself, remembering that you despise foul language and clears his throat, "that uh- clown idiot's at home with his mate – said something about not wanting to bring her around during her heat or whatever. i had to drag someone else here. he fu– i mean... freaking disappeared too. i'll introduce you to him later"

he makes quick work of getting a drink for you and for himself and you don't fail to catch the way his eyes follow omega after omega as they pass by him, dressed in what had to be the tiniest pieces of clothing you've ever seen

"so it's true! the day has finally come when one of you man whores has met their mate," you clap your hands, bouncing in place. "it's a pity, i really wanted to meet her. maybe next time" you smile, taking a sip of the – terribly strong – drink he concocted, immediately making a face and adding more chaser

"yeah, that's good for him and all," he starts roaming around and you follow. "but me? i'm still enjoying my freedom"

you sigh, typical yeonjun. you met the alpha in your first year of college and even when he initially tried to get into your pants – at which he miserably failed – your friendship had always stuck. yeonjun was laid back and easy going in ways you were not and it was nice to have someone who reminded you to take things slow

beomgyu had come along pretty naturally too, the alpha being yeonjun's polar opposite – not a smidge of nonchalance in his body

you had met beomgyu when he was heartbroken and at what seemed to be a rough time of his life. you watched as he started indulging in yeonjun's promiscuous lifestyle and always prayed he'd meet his mate sooner rather than later

so you wander around next to yeonjun now, relieved and super glad that beomgyu finally did – that he's allowed himself to fall in love once more

you're pulled out of your thoughts when yeonjun moans, "it's boring over here! wanna go dance?"

you give him a look, eventually giving in, "why not?" and allow him to tug you to the sea of bodies twisting and turning in sync to the bass and beat of the music

okay, so maybe dancing with yeonjun was a bad idea

you may or may not have forgotten that the alpha is a dance major. you look like a total idiot next to him, worming your way in and out of his arms as he swings and twirls you about

you try hard not to let your drink spill all over the place, but no matter your efforts, you are no match for yeonjun's fast feet – the icy liquid sloshing around and drenching anyone that comes too close. the two of you giggle at the low key chaos that you cause

you're just starting to enjoy yourself when you make eye contact with him

the reason you were so familiar with this specific pack house in the first place

his gaze pierces through you. god, you wish yeonjun doesn't pick up on the way you squirm slightly in his hold, but of course he does, getting a good look at your face and following your line of sight

it's with a hand tightening around yours and a sharp spin of your body into an elegant dip that yeonjun realizes he's looking directly at your ex

yang jungwon

well, ex was the simple way to put it

you watch as the six other alphas surrounding him holler at him and hype him up after a particularly smooth hip roll, all of them going crazy. they're oblivious to his almost feline eyes scanning you and the alpha that's pulling you back up

"crap, i knew he'd be here" you cringe, clutching onto your friend, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt

it was silly of you to think that you could avoid him here, especially at his pack party, in his pack house of which he is now the pack leader and head alpha

your head goes hazy the longer his stare drags over your skin, heat crawling up your spine in a way you refuse to acknowledge. if you're going to survive a night trapped between four walls with jungwon again, you're definitely going to need more alcohol in your system

you lift your cup to your lips and it's with mild annoyance that you realize it's empty – the last of it already splattered across the floor – and possibly on a few unlucky guests around you

you pry yourself out of your friend's hold, quickly excusing yourself and making your way out of the room, "i have to go!" you inform over the music

"wait! don't leave me too!" you hear yeonjun call before another omega takes your place, wasting no time in grinding her backside right onto his crotch

you scoff, heading over to the kitchen and going straight to where you knew the guys usually kept all of the girly drinks, tucked way at the back of the fridge

a bottle of pink vodka catches your attention – raspberry, the label reads. strong...and shouldn't taste too bad, you tell yourself. perfect

without thinking twice you pour and down four shots for yourself, the liquid burning down your throat as you wince with every swallow

you're about to down your fifth when you let out a startled yelp as someone's hand grips onto your shoulder, abruptly turning you around to face him

"yeonjun? again?! seriously, what the heck?" you fuss, going to lift the little glass to your lips again

he's quick to place his hand over the rim of it, stopping you dead in your tracks. "c'mon y/n, you never get wasted. i know you hate seeing him, but this", he points at the little glass, "is not going to help"

you relent, "and you suppose sleeping with someone else is? besides, weren't you busy over there?" you gesture back to the living room where he had been seconds ago, preoccupied with what you assumed was his favorite pastime

"not too busy to stop you from getting shitfaced over some guy from your past. you should be enjoying yourself y/n, but not like this. it's been six fucking months–" he sees your brow twitch, "...sorry for my language,"

"but you need to put yourself out there again – have fun! organically!"

you almost laugh at his choice of words, huffing as you place the shot glass back on the counter. you lower your head, "i just want to forget he's here, yeonjun. i knew i shouldn't have come, i knew i'd see him and i thought that i wouldn't care, but clearly...i still do"

your friend looks at you with what closely resembles pity. he knows it's damn near impossible for you to forget about jungwon's presence since you're literally at a party celebrating him and his pack

if only there was a way to really distract you, he thinks, take your mind off of—

an ear splitting cheer cuts through the air along with some woahs and oohs and aahs – you and yeonjun whipping your heads in the direction it came from. you're unable to see anything aside from more bodies and figures starting to gather in what looks like a circle back in the living room

they seem to be gathering around a person

you hear yeonjun gasp, "that motherfucker!" before he grabs onto your wrist, dragging you behind him as he seems to head straight to said circle, tall enough to see what all the ruckus is about

"yeonjun, wait! slow down!"

your calls land on deaf ears as you spot jungwon amongst the crowd again, his gaze focused on what's taking place in the center of this mystery circle now

"girl, come on! we're about to miss the show! - a very rare sighting! you have to see this shit", he exclaims excitedly

you're still confused as to who and what could possibly have yeonjun this psyched, unable to see past the bodies he squishes you in between as he keeps moving forward

it's with dread that you realize he's taking you all the way to the front row, knowing you'd drown among every other fascinated spectator fighting to get a look

"he's so good with his hands!" you hear an omega swoon

"right?! i'm surprised he even showed to the party. he never comes to this sort of thing anymore. we haven't seen any tricks in a while!" another adds, practically drooling

"he's soo hot when he does that", you see her bite her lip, pointing at the male in question, "oh look, he's about to do another one!" she squeals, nearly knocking her friend over in an attempt to see him better

you're smushed into yeonjun's back, the alpha nearly stumbling forward and with one last tug on your wrist, yeonjun has you standing in front of him, your eyes immediately falling on a pair of hands holding a deck of cards and oh—

that's when you feel it

that tingle down your spine coupled with a warmth spreading all over your body, butterflies erupting in your stomach

your eyes travel from where his fingertips grip one of the cards gently to fingers and hands that are long and almost elegant – the kind of hands that look like they know exactly how to handle anything they touch

your breath stutters as your attention drifts to his forearms – sleek lines of mouthwatering muscle covered in warm skin. every flick of his hands exude power that makes your pulse spike

you track your gaze higher and god, his biceps – rounded muscle that flexes under that same honey skin, lean and unbelievably solid – looking good enough to drool all over and sink your teeth into. you check the corners of your mouth, just to make sure that you had really not drooled

he just had to wear a sleeveless shirt tonight, didn't he?

the veins along them taunt you as you follow them upward. your breath catches when you reach his shoulders – broad and sculpted. as if they were crafted by the greek gods themselves

then his neck – a clean and graceful column adorned with an adams apple that you think is designed to be marked. that scrumptious vein on the side of his throat leads you to a jaw sharp and firm enough to cut skin – tightening as he focuses

finally, your eyes land on his face and your heart does a stupid, rebellious thing you've never felt before

not even with jungwon

of course his mouth is perfect, bottom lip plump and kissable – set in a smug line as he expertly flips the card and the little crowd surrounding him goes wild. his cupid's bow stretches perfectly when he bares his perfect porcelain teeth – a smile that makes you coo and weak in the knees all in one go

your eyes travel up, past his perfect nose and finally come to rest on his eyes – calculating, hypnotic and completely disarming – only to find them already locking and penetrating right back into yours and your breath hitches

you watch his lips part and his eyebrows raise slowly as the world around the two of you fades away

the cards slip from between his fingers and clatter onto the rugged floor, but your mutual gaze remains unbreakable – he doesn't even flinch or show any care to the paper thin pieces already soaking up the liquid on the surface below them

"this is him!" yeonjun cheers behind you, dancing and celebrating in place, "this is the guy i was telling you about,"

"hey tyun! c'mere man!" he calls and the alpha rises from his seat on the armrest of one of the couches he was sitting on

a few of the onlookers begin to disperse again, seeing that the show's over as he makes his way over to you and the gleeful alpha behind you

yeonjun reaches out a hand around you as he comes to a standstill before the two of you, dapping the alpha up and your knees buckle as his eyes never leave yours

not even for a second

and now his scent – sapphire with notes of citrus like that of a mandarin, something akin to a hot beach day – radiates off of his skin in intoxicating waves as your senses are suddenly heightened

you feel unbelievably small before him, his presence and demeanor oozing with pure dominance and confidence – urging you to kneel, to submit

not to mention that he's tall too, easily making you feel sandwiched between him and yeonjun

you take a step back only to be met with yeonjun's firm torso, him – chuckling as he begins to catch on to what's transcending between you and his raven-haired friend

"taehyun, this is y/n" he starts, taking your elbow and raising your hand for the other alpha to take, which he does gracefully without hesitation. electricity shoots through your skin, traveling up your arm and through the rest of your body, sending shivers down your spine

"and y/n...this is taehyun" yeonjun finishes his introduction, a knowing smirk adorning his face now as he, too, backs away – sparing one last glance at how the alpha whose name you now knew holds your hand so delicately, as if you might break, as if you're made of porcelain and disappears into another room

you take in the alpha standing before and you find that he does the same, pools of obsidian grounding you in place

taehyun, you repeat it over and over again in your head. you already loved the sound of his name

he simply is perfect, you conclude to yourself and your enchantment of him is deepened when he opens his mouth to speak – the sound cascading from his lips velvety and smooth like silk when he asks:

"want to go somewhere more quiet?"

maybe it wasn't just a sleight of hand at all or a simple magic trick, maybe it was truly supernatural

because just like that, you were bewitched by him – completely and utterly trapped under what you believed to be his spell, allowing him to lead you out of the room

𝘴𝘤𝘻 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: alpha!tyun x reader is set in motion! how are we feeling? he's back on his magician fucker shit xP

this little clip of taehyun STILL has me in a chokehold. that's exactly how i was envisioning him as i was writing! here's also another little inspo edit for you tyun gooners! :3

feedback is welcomed & appreciated! x

“all groups securing the bunker, report to the central hub! i repeat, report to the central hub!”

woonhak swallows at that announcement. “that’s me.”

“i know.”

he’s grasping your hands, fingers playing with yours absent-mindedly as he stares down at the worn floor. you let him, watching as his hair falls in front of his face. you wriggle one of your hands out of his hold, reaching up and tucking the dark strands out of his eyes. his head tilts up to follow your hand as you do so, his eyes tracking the movement as your palm rests against the side of his face.

the look he gives you is heartbreaking.

“hakie,” you murmur, watching the edges of his dark irises waver as his eyes fill with tears. he shakes his head slightly, a small smile pulling at his cheeks.

“i’m going to miss you calling me that.”

so am i, you want to say, but you can’t speak over the lump in your throat that’s starting to grow.

“all groups traveling outisde of the safe zone, please report to the south exit of the bunker! i repeat, please report to the south exit!”

you really should go. your entire team is probably waiting for you. the longer you stay in this compromised bunker, the longer you’re putting everyone else at risk - of exposure, of infection, or worse.

“all groups securing the bunker, report to the central hub! i repeat, report to the central hub!”

woonhak tenses, and you brush your thumb over his cheek gently. he reaches up and clasps your wrist, exhaling shakily. “i should go. jaehyun is going to be so mad if i’m late.”

“so should i,” you breathe, but neither of you move.

“final call! all groups traveling outisde of the safe zone, please report to the south exit!”

 your temporary refuge is no longer safe. you and so many others are leaving to find a new one, or make one if need be. but just in case you can’t… woonhak and his team are staying behind, implementing a last-resort effort to save what’s left of the place that has protected you for the past few months. your vision blurs, and suddenly your throat is so tight and painful that it takes you a few moments to speak. “will i see you again?”

his mission is a futile effort, and you know it.

woonhak meets your gaze. “i can’t… i can’t make any promises.”

you sniffle, closing your eyes for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him. he kisses you back, pulling you closer to the warmth of his body. everything about him is warm - his kisses, his hands against your skin, his love. his love in this bleak, forlorn world.

tears spill over your cheeks when you finally pull away, pressing your forehead to his. he exhales slowly, and when your eyes flick up to meet his, he’s already looking at you.

“don’t wait for me,” he murmurs, voice soft. he brushes his fingers over your cheeks. “no matter what. you keep on moving with everyone else, okay? i’ll find you again. i promise.”

you nod, your lips curving upward as you hold up your pinky finger in a silent question. he smiles back, linking pinkies with you and pressing his thumb to yours firmly.

“final call! all groups securing the bunker, report to the central hub! i repeat, report to the central hub!”

“woonhak.”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

he grins at that, even as his eyes fill once more. “i love you too, y/n.”

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ want to check out the planetarium's other exhibits?

The boys return to the dressing room in a flurry of banter, tired out but still lively post-concert. They all immediately disperse in the room in a hurry to change and wipe off their makeup. All but two; Theo and Jiung, who hover just around your vicinity without directly interacting with you, seem like they’re in no rush. They shuffle about, organizing their bags in a pace like they’re just waiting something out rather than getting ready to leave.

“We’re going to get food,” Keeho says as he shoulders his bag and types away on his phone with one hand. “Y’all coming?”

There’s a chorus of agreements, save for three. You stay quiet while Jiung opts out for you, Theo, and himself.

“We’ll just get something back at the hotel,” Jiung says, gesturing to you and to Theo, who’s at the mirror brushing out his hair with his fingers.

Keeho glances between the three of you, a calculating look in his eye, before he shrugs. You catch the subtle smirk on his lips as he heads to the door. “Have fun.”

You would be amused by how quickly Keeho caught onto you guys if you weren’t so fucking horny.

The others filter out one by one with a string of goodbye’s, leaving you with Theo and Jiung. As soon as the door shuts behind Intak, the air shifts noticeably.

You don’t move from your spot on the couch, don’t lift your eyes from the coffee table as you speak, light and breezy despite the heavy air. “You guys did great tonight.”

There’s a pause that has your nerves on edge before you hear Theo’s voice approaching from behind you. “Did we?” He asks before you feel his heavy palms land on your shoulders. “Is that what’s got you all bothered?”

You swallow, embarrassed to be figured out so quickly. You shift in your seat but the movement puts pressure against your already throbbing cunt and it has your thighs clenching. “I don’t know what you mean,” you say, trying to save face just a little.

He chuckles behind you. “Oh, now you’re playing all innocent are you?” His hands squeeze down on your shoulders. “Don’t lie to us, pretty.” There it is, that rough, dark lilt to his voice that always has you on edge.

Your breath catches in your throat under the weight of his words. But then Jiung enters your line of vision as he takes a seat on the coffee table in front of you, a sweet smile on his lips.

“Don’t be so hard on her, Yangie,” he says, leaning forward with his palms braced on the glass. He looks pretty with silver sparkles adorning the corners of his eyes and his blond hair ruffled under warm lights. “She can’t help how her body reacts. Can you, sweetheart?”

You don’t answer right away. Jiung might come across as the sweetest thing to grace the earth but if you’re not careful, he can very well become the poison that has you surrendering your life to him.

When you take too long to answer, Theo’s hand comes forward to grasp your jaw harshly, lifting your head to level your gaze properly with Jiung’s.

“He asked you a question,” Theo says, that rough edge of his voice fashioned with command.

Jiung’s smile is too steady to just be genuine as he waits patiently for your answer with his head tilted cutely and his brows raised in ‘innocent’ curiosity.

Your hands grip the edge of the couch cushions, your heart thumping steadily faster as you consider your words.

Theo’s hand slides down to your throat and wraps around it, pressing his fingers into the sides in a silent command. 

“Yes,” you scramble to say with your voice strained under pressure. “I can’t help it. You guys— you just looked so good up there.” You find yourself already squirming, the heat of their stares crawling under your skin and pooling in the base of your gut. “Can’t help it…” 

Theo loosens his fingers, satisfied.

“Poor thing,” Jiung coos, his lips pouting in mock sympathy. He reaches forward and places his palms on your knees, warm and deceptively gentle. “We can’t just leave her like this, can we, Taeyang?”

“Hm…” Theo trails off, sliding his thumb down the side of your neck in firm, repeated motions. “I don’t know if she’s earned it yet though.”

Your head snaps backwards to look up at Theo, who’s already looking down at you from his full height where he hovers behind the couch. The light above him casts his blond hair like a halo above his head but the way he smiles at you paints him as every bit of the devil that he really is.

“I’ll do anything,” you plead, your hand coming up to clutch his forearm. Normally you wouldn’t submit so easily, but you’re too pent up from the hours of distance that you’ll do anything at this point for something. Fighting back wasn’t the way to go, not tonight.

His eyes flit over to Jiung for a moment in a silent conversation before you feel the hands on your knees start to slide up your thighs. You try to look at Jiung but Theo quickly grabs your chin and holds your head tilted up. “Eyes on me,” he says, dark eyes bearing down at you as he pushes your head to lay against the back of the couch.

You surrender with a stiff nod, his hand on your jaw not allowing for much movement. A sharp breath escapes you when you feel Jiung’s hand cup you through your jeans, pressing hard. You feel the pressure against your throbbing clit and your legs jerk to close around his hand, but Jiung holds them apart with his other hand.

Theo tsk’s, narrowing his eyes at you. “Stay still.”

You find yourself following his commands easily— your control slips away from your hands and falls under the cadence of his voice. When you let your body go lax with a slow breath, giving yourself to their hands, Jiung is quick to pull your jeans off.

You hear his chuckle come from much closer and lower now, you can feel it against your bare thigh as his breath brushes the skin there. “She’s dripping.”

Theo shoots Jiung a sharp look over your body. “Get on with it,” he says before he meets your eyes again. He’s lasered in on your shifting expressions; he’s always been happy to just watch while Jiung takes you apart. He finds it to be one of the hottest things to watch his lovers indulge in each other.

“Impatient,” Jiung sings, then presses warm, wet kisses up your thigh that have you struggling not to squirm.

You feel Jiung hover over your clothed core, feel his breaths through the thin fabric of your lace panties. And he just hovers there for long enough that you start to protest. 

“Jiung,” you whine but that immediately has Theo intervening.

He pushes his thumb against your lower lip, hard enough to send a shock of pain from the pressure of flesh against hard teeth, and gets you whining again. He doesn’t need words. He shoots you with a look so sharp you practically feel it piercing through your eyes. You quiet down at that.

Until Jiung clutches the waistband of your panties and pulls it sharply up, the fabric catching painfully against your clit. You yelp out in both pain and pleasure, both your hands now clutching at Theo’s arm.

You feel Jiung’s laugh against your sensitive folds, can practically feel him eyeing the way your arousal coats the fabric. “So noisy,” he says. His next words are pointed up to Theo. “Do something about it, won’t you?”

You tremble at the way Theo’s lips curl up into a sadistic grin. “Not yet,” he says, and instead shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, deep enough to leave you gagging.

You don’t get a chance to recover before you feel Jiung’s tongue start lapping at you through the thin lace, fervent as he drinks you up.

You moan around Theo’s fingers as they press down and prod against your tongue. Theo’s eyes are practically black with desire, the brown rings drowned out by his pupils as his eyes flit over your face, his brows pinched with focus. He looks intense, much more than he does on stage as if this was the thing he was made for— to take you apart.

Your attention is once again pulled to Jiung, whose teeth and tongue graze against your folds as he pulls aside your panties with his mouth, both hands gripping under your thighs and pushing them apart to make space for him to burrow in.

You want to look at him, want to watch him so badly, but even the slightest movement of your head has Theo pressing his fingers harder into your mouth, hooking you down and pinning your head.

Then Jiung’s mouth is devouring you whole, lips attached and tongue laving over you, dipping inside of you just slightly to sip up your arousal as it leaks out of you.

You’re breathing heavily through your nose, mouth sucking mindlessly on Theo’s fingers, eyes starting to glaze over as you begin to writhe under the sensations. Theo doesn’t reprimand you this time; he only watches as you fall apart under Jiung’s tongue, dark eyes locked in and drinking up the sight of you.

When Jiung latches onto your clit and starts abusing it with his tongue, all control of your limbs are out the window. You dig your fingers into Theo’s arm, eyes starting to blur as you feel that pool of arousal in your gut go tight.

“—ayang,” you plead around his fingers and it takes Theo a second to realize you’re saying his name. He notices the way your body tenses as you’re quickly barreling to the edge, sees the question in your eyes as you search for permission in his, and that finally does him in.

“Stop,” he says, voice rough with thinly veiled lust.

All at once his fingers are gone from your mouth and Jiung’s mouth detaches from you with a wet smack, laboured breaths remaining in wake.

You let out a whine at the denied pleasure before Theo leaves your field of vision. You hear him rounding the couch, hear his footsteps approach, but you don’t lift your head without his say. 

You watch with bated breath as he enters your line of vision again, climbing onto the couch on his knees. Then his hand is in your hair, yanking your head up, and the shock of pain makes you yelp.

You can see the hard print of him through his pants now that you’re leveled with his crotch but you keep your eyes strictly on his face, not risking going against his previous instructions because you know by now Theo is mean enough to leave you without anything if you misbehave in any capacity.

“You said we did well tonight, right?” He says as he pushes his pants down to grab ahold of himself. He’s thick and solid and gleaming at the tip as strokes himself in a tight fist, his dark gaze searing down on you. “Reward us then. Make us come. And then we’ll consider fucking you and letting you finish.”

You feel your stomach fall. It doesn’t matter how hard you’ve tried in the past, but you’ve never been able to get Theo to come unless he was inside you. It’s not like you weren’t good with your hands or mouth or anything else, you’ve been able to get Jiung off with no problem in any other way. But for Theo, it just wasn’t enough unless it was within your tights walls. And you have a sinking feeling that you won’t be getting any relief tonight.

Theo seems to know it too by the growing smile on his face when he sees pure dread in your eyes.

“Well?” He raises a brow, tapping his swollen tip against your lower lip, smearing his arousal against it.

You can only make a panicked noise, your voice refusing to work in fear that you’ll say the wrong thing. You try to tell him with your eyes that you can’t do this, but he just gets impatient and starts to prod himself between your lips, pushing against your clenched teeth.

“That’s mean, Taeyang,” you hear Jiung say from where he’s standing over you both now. He doesn’t sound sympathetic at all, just sounds amused like your panic was something to be found cute. 

Theo doesn’t entertain him with a response, instead glares down at you when you don’t move. “Open.” The command pierces through you and your jaw immediately falls open. His lips lift up in a short smile. “Good girl.” 

Then he pushes inside and presses the tip of himself against your tongue, sliding it back and forth and letting the salty taste of him coat your tongue. His brows furrow as he watches, enraptured with the way your lips close and stretch around his girth.

You see Jiung watching it unfold as he palms himself through his pants. Then he snaps into focus and releases himself from his confines, stroking himself with a low groan for a few moments before he’s adjusting you. He grabs your legs and lifts them up, throws them over one of his shoulders as he kneels against the edge of the couch, each knee on either side of you.

He catches your eye, gives you a soft, secret smile and plants a gentle kiss to the side of your calf, before he takes himself and slides in between your thighs, right on your cunt, using the slick gathered there to coat the way as he starts to slowly thrust between your thighs.

You moan at the way his tip catches against your clit with every thrust, the sound making Theo twitch in your mouth. The hand Theo has in your hair presses flat against the back of your head but it stays still, lingering like a warning.

You look back up at Theo to see that his eyes are fixed on the way Jiung fucks into your thighs and creates a wet mess there from both of your arousal, a sight that has his jaw tightening.

So you take a breath, let your jaw loosen, and get to work with the growing hope that you might just have a chance at this.

You couldn’t have been more wrong. You’re not sure if it’s been ten minutes or an hour but your throat is sore from the way Theo is fucking into it. Spit coats around your mouth and jaw, there’s tears streaming down your face, and Jiung is still fucking frantically into your thighs despite having already come once, overstimulating himself happily over your neglected cunt. 

All while you’ve been denied from coming even once, despite the way Jiung has been relentlessly dragging himself through your folds and over your clit in a way that has you barreling right to the edge every few minutes. He’d stop right before you can tip off, only to start up again after you’re sufficiently pulled back from the edge by the pain in your throat.

Even still, you don’t tap Theo’s thighs and you don’t safeword out. You know if you stop now, you won’t get to come at all and your body just might give out if you don’t get some relief.

So you do everything you can. You let Theo’s hand roughly push and guide your head as you try to bring him to completion but it’s to no avail.

There’s a flush on his face and his lips are parted as he pants, face scrunched in pleasure, so it’s not like he’s unaffected. But it doesn’t matter what you do. You can’t seem to push him over that edge and it’s starting to cloud your mind with a panic you haven’t quite felt before.

Jiung’s arms wrap tightly around your legs as his hips start to stutter, his head thrown back as he groans. “F-Fuck, love, gonna make me come again,” he pants through ragged breaths. His brows are scrunched in concentration, his eyes shut tight as he focuses on the pleasure, mouth hung open as he heaves.

You whine, clench your thighs tighter around him, desperate for even just a little more affirmation that you’re doing anything right, and it seems to do the trick.

Jiung yells out as he comes again, splattering your already painted stomach with a fresh wave of his arousal, his hips snapping sharply against the backs of your thighs. He grunts your name as he finally slows to a stop, his grip on you loosening as his head hangs low while he blinks himself out of the haze.

You don’t get to appreciate the sight of him in post-orgasmic haze before your attention is brought back to Theo as he shoves himself all the way down your throat and keeps himself buried for a few moments with his hand forcing you flush against him. Your throat pulses around him frantically as you gag, your hands scrambling to dig into his thighs.

Then he pulls himself out completely, fisting himself as he stares down at you, frustration clouding his eyes. “Do you even want to cum tonight?”

“I do,” your answer quickly, sniffling, as you try to take him back in your mouth but he stops you with a hand to your jaw.

“I don’t think you do,” he scolds. “Doesn’t even feel like you’re trying.”

You want to sob from the frustration you feel, want to scream at him that you’ve been trying. But you don’t, you settle for begging, not wanting to lose anymore. You don’t even care if you get to come anymore, you just want to prove that you can make him come in other ways, just want to be enough for him.

“Please,” you beg. The image of him is blurry through your tears but you can still see that he’s not pleased.

He clicks tongue. “Pathetic,” he says before he yanks you forward and slides himself back in. “Can’t even make me come like this. Don’t even deserve to come at this point.” His voice comes gravelly through his heaves. His hand digs into your hair again, using it to fuck your mouth on him. “You don’t deserve any of it, do you?”

You squeeze your eyes as you force yourself to work him in your mouth. The words that normally send your head spinning with hot pleasure feel sharper this time around, piercing through your head like vipers looking to sink their fangs into your deepest insecurities, the ones that snake back up from the depths you’ve spent the first few months of your relationship burying them into.

Yet despite it all, you push aside your aching throat and your aching heart, and push yourself to be just good enough for the man that you love.

Jiung can tell there’s something not quite right. He sees it in the way your movements are hesitant, like you’re having to force yourself through each motion despite the frantic way you’re moving. He sees it in the way your eyes stay squeezed shut despite the fact that you’re never one to look away; you’re always keen on memorizing the sight of him and Theo in every state under your hands. Your loving, reverent, all-encompassing eyes are part of what got him hooked on you.

But now it’s like you’re hiding away, like you're almost scared to see what's above you. There’s a heaviness that settles in his gut, one that’s uncomfortable rather than pleasurable.

“Taeyang,” he says, but his call falls on deaf ears.

Theo looks far too gone, his eyes clouded over in lust, his focus firmly on chasing the pleasure in your mouth.

“Taeyang,” he tries again, louder. Nothing.

They’ve never reached that point before but he knows that it has to be done. He just didn’t think he’d be the one to take that step. 

“Willow.”

When the word registers in Theo’s mind, he feels himself freeze over in ice. His mind snaps back to focus but it takes a moment for him to realize that the word hadn’t fallen from your lips, but from Jiung’s.

He blinks the lust-clouded haze away from his eyes to be met with a ruffled up and concerned Jiung, who meets his eyes firmly before glancing pointedly down at you as he fixes himself up. You, who hasn’t heard the word and is trembling and sobbing far too much for it to be anything good.

Immediately, he releases your hair and carefully pulls himself out, pushing you back gently by the shoulder. But you startle and try to reach for him again.

“No, I can do it,” you sob, panicked as you look up at him, teary-eyed and pleading in a way that has his gut twisting with cold dread. “Please, Yangie, I-I can do it, don’t go, don’t—“

He drops down and pulls you into his arms, cutting you off before you can spew off and burying you in his chest. His words get caught in his throat by an overbearing wave of guilt.

He’s done it this time. He’s been the one to push and push, the one who found pleasure in pushing when you and Jiung were open to taking it. But now he’s pushed too far when you weren’t ready to take and he didn’t realize it until he pushed you too far, until it was too late.

“It’s okay,” he tries to whisper to you, tries to settle you down with a comforting hand in your hair. 

But he can feel himself slipping away into the dark corners of his mind even as he tries to be present for you, smothered by thoughts that he hurt her, how could he let this happen, how will she ever trust him again, he doesn’t deserve it, he went too far, and there’s no coming back.

His heart feels too heavy for his ribs and his limbs feel disconnected from him as he holds you, like each morbid thought is prying him apart bit by bit. You’re trembling in his arms, curled up and so small, so fragile. Why was he ever trusted to keep you without shattering you in his own palm? It’s no one’s fault but his own.

Theo flinches at the gentle hand that presses against his cheek. Jiung looks down at him with soft eyes and a careful smile. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He asks, feather-light against the brittle air.

Theo can’t find it in himself to speak so he just nods against his palm, lets Jiung’s thumb swipe away the wetness clinging to the corner of his eye.

Jiung turns to you then, brushing your hair back from your eyes. “Let’s go home, love.”

You startle and try to bury yourself deeper in Theo’s arms. “No, no, don’t leave!” You beg into his shirt, sounding no less panicked.

Theo feels his heart wrench at your broken voice and he tightens his arms around you, looking at Jiung with pleading eyes. He feels lost. He doesn’t know what to do, how to fix this. He doesn’t trust himself enough to.

Jiung meets his eyes for a moment before he turns back and presses a kiss to your temple. That small gesture makes your trembling settle just a bit. “We’ll go home together. We’re not going anywhere, okay?”

Hesitantly, you nod, your breaths starting to slow down and deepen. The clouds in Theo's chest clear slightly when he sees you’re not completely gone from them, but he can still feel them linger and brew a storm with his climbing anxieties.

Warm lips press against Theo’s forehead and bring him back to earth before he can start floating away again. He feels the clouds part further when Jiung casts his sunny smile down at him as he stands. “Come on.”

The ride to the hotel is silent. After Jiung had done his best to clean you all up and get you going, he made sure to keep you and Theo connected physically somehow through the journey home.

From his careful research about sub drops, he knows physical contact is a way to steadily bring subs back to normal with minimal emotional distress; it does wonders for the drastic changes in hormones and endorphins and other stuff he can’t quite recall.

But it’s not just you who needs it this time. Theo looks completely out of sorts. Jiung read an article or two on dom drops before but didn’t recall much more. He curses himself for not doing enough research on it but he makes his own educated decisions; he makes sure you stay in Theo’s sights at all times and he makes sure to keep himself attached to Theo whether with a hand on his elbow or on his back, giving him a more solid tether to the world outside his head.

Jiung loves playing the caretaker role and embraces it even more so now with what went down. But he still can’t help but feel the pressure of de-escalating a situation like this through unknown waters. He fears he’ll fuck it up and let the relationship you’ve spent months together building drown if he doesn’t play this right. He can see that you and Theo are both a little bit more put together now as you enter the building, but there’s still a long way to go from here. 

When he brings you safely to the hotel room, Jiung sits you and Theo down on the bed. You immediately curl into Theo’s side and Theo keeps his arms firmly around you. The sight warms Jiung’s heart but weighs it down just the same when he sees you’re both still so… gone.

“I’m going to start a bath, okay?” He says gently, placing a hand to both of your cheeks to make sure your focuses shift to him. “I’ll be right back.”

He turns to leave but before he can, Theo’s hand wraps around Jiung’s wrist and pulls him back. His eyes are wide and drenched in panic when Jiung looks back to him, and his lips are twitching, like he’s wanting to speak but can’t find the words. 

Jiung realizes that Theo must not trust himself around you alone and his ribs feel like they’re digging into his heart as the thought settles in his head. He feels the weight of the task bear heavier on his shoulders.

“Okay,” Jiung says softly, taking Theo’s hand in his and squeezing. “Come with me.”

Soon he’s got you both settled on the floor of the bathroom while he fills up the tub with as many bubbles as he can and lights every candle he can find provided by the hotel. He even lights the jasmine one he travels with for extra support.

Getting you both undressed and in the tub isn't an easy task when you refuse to let go of each other for more than a second. But Jiung prides himself when he finally gets you both settled in. Theo leans his back against the tub, gathering you in his arms again, and Jiung sits himself on the floor behind you both.

“There we go,” Jiung coos a little bit dramatically, pressing a kiss to either of your heads when you settle in against each other.

It gets a whiny grunt out of Theo and Jiung sings internally at getting some form of reaction from him. “I’m not a child.”

Jiung giggles a little at the pout on his lips. “No, but you’re cute like one.” He turns to you, smiling wide when he sees you already watching Theo with wide, wondering eyes. “Isn’t he, love?”

A small smile tugs weakly on your lips and Jiung doesn’t miss the way Theo’s eyes light up at the sight of it. “Cute,” you agree, voice small.

Jiung is overwhelmed with a wave of fondness and wants to scoop you both up and smother you, but holds himself back. He needs to play his part well and this is about you and Theo, not him.

“You are too,” he says to you instead and kisses your temple before he shuffles around for the makeup wipes.

When he goes to wipe off your makeup first, he’s stopped short when he sees tears tracking down your cheeks. But he doesn’t intervene and let’s Theo be the one to tend to you this time.

“I’m sorry,” you say through sniffles and Theo is right there to wipe away your tears as they fall steadily. 

“What are you sorry for?” He asks, his own voice weak. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“No,” you persist, lowering your gaze. “I-I couldn’t…” You pause, breathing through sniffles before you can finally get the words out. “I wasn't enough. I’m not enough.”

Jiung feels his heart shatter, feels the jagged edges prickle in his eyes as they pool with tears. But the pain on Theo’s face is everything he feels and ten times more.

“Don’t say that,” Theo begs, shifting to level with your low gaze, taking your face carefully between his palms. He’s so gentle as he holds you, like he’s too scared to shatter you again. “You are enough. So much more than enough. I just…” He pauses, his hands sliding off of you and curling into his chest, his own face breaking as he struggles to find words. “I took it too far. I pushed you too far… I-I shouldn’t have… I was—“

Jiung breaks it off when he hears Theo start to heave through his words and sees his eyes start to get distant again. He wraps an arm around either of you, pressing himself forward over the lip of the tub to make sure you can see him as he speaks.

“This was no one’s fault,” Jiung says firmly. When he has your gazes on him in a mercurial state of hurt and hope, he continues. “Today was just an off day. Maybe you pushed too far without realizing,” he says as he looks at Theo, then turns to look at you, “maybe you took on too much, more than you can handle. But that’s why we have the safeword, right, love?” When you avert your eyes, Jiung presses his forehead to yours, nudging your eyes back to him. “Can you tell me what it is?”

“Willow,” you whisper quietly.

“And the signal?”

“Three hard taps.”

Jiung smiles softly and nods against you, jostling your head lightly with the movement. “That’s right,” he says, then pauses to ask the next question as carefully as he could. “Did you feel like you couldn’t say it? Or, do it, I guess?”

You’re silent as your eyes avert again, but he gives you the moment to gather yourself.

“I wanted to prove that I could do it,” you finally say, pulling away like you want to retreat into yourself, but Jiung keeps his arm firmly around you and doesn’t let you move far. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me,” Theo says before Jiung can, reaching past Jiung to take your hands in his. “Ever. Never ever. I know I say things sometimes in the moment but— you’ve always… it’s never been that—“ He cuts himself off with a frustrated groan, lowering his head when he could string the words together.

Jiung runs a comforting hand through Theo’s hair and keeps it there when Theo nuzzles into the touch.

“Degradation is on the table,” Jiung reminds you both. “Maybe it just wasn’t the right call tonight, but none of us were aware. Our communication tonight just wasn’t at its best. We weren’t reading each other as well as we normally do.” He turns back to you, using his hand to gently lift your gaze to his. “But this was just a bad day. Sometimes we have bad days, right?”

He waits for you to nod in understanding then looks at Theo for his acknowledgment too.

“But we still love each other, don’t we?” He asks. He doesn’t have to wait long for you both to agree this time. Jiung smiles and turns to you, squeezing his hand gently around your chin. “This is why we have safewords, right?”

You nod, guilt flashing through your eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t use it.”

He shushes you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “It’s okay. Things get away from us when we feel overwhelmed. But that’s what me and Theo are here for. To take care of you when you can’t.” He turns to Theo. “Right, Yangie?”

Theo doesn’t meet his eyes. He has that tiny pout on his lips as he looks dejectedly at the bubbles. “I failed. I didn’t check in enough. I didn’t see that she wasn’t okay.” He looks up at Jiung with wide, sad eyes. “You did.”

“You would have eventually,” Jiung assures, taking Theo’s chin in his hand the same way he’s holding yours. “I just got there first. I didn’t check in as much as I should have either. But it’s not like either of us wanted to hurt her, did we?”

Theo shakes his head quickly, and Jiung presses his forehead against his.

“This isn’t a failure, Taeyang. We’re still learning how to do this.”

The small, momentary uptick on Theo’s lips is enough for Jiung to feel like the weight is starting to lift off his shoulders. He leans in to press a quick kiss to his lips before he pulls back and lets Theo engulf you in his arms again.

Jiung watches fondly as you mend each other whole again with soft touches and careful kisses, whispering promises against each other’s lips. He lets himself fade to the background, lets himself quietly clean you both up.

He lets himself cry only when he gets the shower to himself and you’ve both retreated to the bedroom, safe enough with each other again to be alone.

He scrubs himself as quickly as he can to cleanse him of the anxiety that sank its claws in him back in the dressing room, and lets the remains of it trickle down the drain. It’s him now that’s restless to get back to the two of you, feeling off-balance now that he's not in your presence.

When he steps out of the bathroom, towelling off his hair, he’s not so surprised to see you both tangled up in each other under the sheets, still bare from what he can see. But it’s soft the way Theo kisses you, gentle the way his hand cradles your head, reverent the way he whispers your name as he holds himself on his elbows above you.

Theo presses his head to yours and you look up at him with such tenderness that it has Jiung’s breath stopping. It’s that same look in your eyes again, the one that holds them both so warmly. And just like that, Jiung feels relieved of all the weight.

His trance is cut short when he hears a soft call of his name, and he blinks to see you reaching a hand out to him. He moves before his brain, takes your hand as he climbs into bed, but he doesn’t intrude in the moment. He lays himself beside you both and lets you hold his hand against the pillow as your eyes shift back up to Theo.

Jiung watches a silent conversation flit through both of your eyes, one that he’s okay not being a part of. There seems to be some sort of understanding, a calm that blankets the both of you as Theo presses his head down to yours.

Theo’s hand covers over your tangled one with Jiung’s, warm and steady, before Jiung feels the bed rock slowly and hears a soft gasp from your lips.

It’s the way that Theo looks at you now— soft, searching, careful as he connects himself to you— that has Jiung’s breath catching now.

Theo grunts softly as he fully settles in, his brows pinched with control and concentration. It's only until you open your eyes again and nod at him that he starts to move.

Even then, it’s slow as Theo gives himself to you, surrendering the way he calls your name like he’s the one praying to you now, worshipping you with whispers of soft praises.

Jiung feels your fingers close tightly around his, soft gasps tumbling from your lips with each slow thrust. The anchored way his hand is held between your’s and Theo’s reminds him that he’s a part of this, even if it’s not physically. So he stays there like as a constant, there for whenever he’s needed.

It’s not long before Theo’s rhythm starts stuttering and your breaths come shallower, the pressure on his hand bearing down hard as both your bodies go taut with tension.

“Taeyang,” you whisper, your hand sliding up from his back and into his hair. “C-Close.”

“I know, love,” Theo whispers through laboured breaths. His arm snakes under your head, his fist clenching into the pillow. “Me too.”

Your eyes, those loving eyes, stay wide open as his eyes scrunch shut, drinking in all the ways his face shifts as his thrusts become more desperate, more searching.

Your fingers weave through his blond tresses, holding him to you as you lift up and whisper into his lips, “Come with me, Taeyang.”

That’s all it takes for Theo to fall over the edge. He buries his face in your shoulder with a broken moan, his hand bearing down hard on your tangled hands, the bed creaking with a few sharp rocks as he takes you through both of your highs, before everything stills.

It’s only then that Jiung finds himself breathing clearly again, as he watches you both bask in each other’s afterglows, all deep breaths, soothing kisses, and soft touches.

But not once do either of you let go of Jiung’s hand. Not even as you start to drift off with Theo’s head cradled to your chest.

Jiung nearly gets lost in the sight of your slumbered face until Theo’s voice catches him.

“Ji,” he says, then shoots him with a smile that lands right in Jiung’s heart. “Thank you.”

Jiung shuffles in closer and places a kiss to the back of Theo’s hand, still protective over his and yours. “Anything for you.”

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at nineteen, everything fell apart. no warning. No explanation. they just... disappeared. not completely, not dramatically-just enough to hurt. texts went unanswered, plans canceled, days turning into weeks without seeing them. you'd pass them sometimes in the halls, small glimpses, but they never stopped. never waved. at first, you told yourself they were busy. maybe you just were overthinking. maybe you just out grew each other.

eventually, you stopped telling yourself anything at all. because it hurt too much. so when they showed up at your dorm, you almost didn't open the door. but you did. and everything changed. they stood there together—nervous, anxious, hands intertwined.

you stared at them, then at their hands, then at the way they didn't let go.

"oh." is all you said as it suddenly clicked into place. not shocking. just... something that had always been there, waiting for you to notice.

"we were going to tell you," nicholas said.

"we just didn't know how," euijoo added, tightening his grip. "we didn't want to lose you," nicholas rushed.

"so we thought—maybe if we just—" he continued.

"avoided me?" you finished quietly. they flinched. silencs settled, heavy but fragile. then you sighed—not angry, not upset. just relieved. "you're idiots."

nicholas blinked. "what?"

"you're both idiots. you thought this would make me leave?"

euijoo hesitated. "you're not... upset?" you looked at them—at their joined hands, at the way they were bracing for something to break-and your chest softened.

"why would i be?" because nothing had really changed. they were still them. and you were still you.

a year later, everything felt different—but not in a bad way. you were twenty. they were twenty-three. and somehow, the three of you had found your way back to each other. just... differently.

you lay across the couch, your head resting in euijoo's lap, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns against your arm. across the room, nicholas played the guitar softly, the melody quiet and warm. it was peaceful. familiar. but beneath it-something new lingered.

euijoo’s touch paused a second too long. nicholas’s gaze drifted toward you between chords, lingering before he looked away. and you felt it—that subtle shift, that quiet tension threading through something that used to be simple. your eyes fluttered closed as you listened. “…mmm you guys are acting weird again,” you murmured. the guitar faltered. euijoo’shand stilled. silence.

then nicholas laughed softly. “we’re not.” 

you hummed, unconvinced—but you didn’t push. not yet. because whatever this was—whatever it was becoming—you had a feeling it wouldn’t stay unspoken for long.

a few weeks had passed since that night on the couch. life had slipped back into its familiar rhythm—texts throughout the day, shared meals, late nights where the three of you ended up tangled together watching movies or talking about nothing in particular. the touches lingered a little longer now. hands brushing when passing drinks. euijoo tossing you his hoodie if you shivered even slightly, without asking. nicholas pulling you into his side during movie nights like it was the most natural thing in the world. nothing named.

tonight was one of those nights. you were sprawled across the couch again, head in euijoo’s lap, legs draped over nicholas’s thighs. the tv was on low, some mindless show none of you were really watching.

nicholas’s fingers traced idle patterns on your ankle, guitar long forgotten against the wall. after a comfortable stretch of silence, he glanced over at you with that signature half-smirk.

“how was your date?” nicholas asked, voice light but edged with something sharper. “get laid?”

you let out a long, dramatic groan, covering your face with both hands. “yes, unfortunately.”

euijoo’s hand stilled in your hair. nicholas’s fingers paused on your ankle.

you peeked through your fingers, staring at the ceiling. “it was bad. like…really bad. i don’t know why i even bothered.”

“bad how?” nicholas asked, trying to sound casual. he failed miserably.

you dropped your hands and sighed, frustration bubbling up. “he had no idea what he was doing. at all. it was awkward and rushed and…god, men really don’t know what they’re doing half the time. he kept asking if it felt good like he was reading from a checklist, but nothing actually felt good. twenty seconds of fumbling around and he was done. i faked it just to end the night faster. pathetic.”

the room went quiet.

euijoo’s fingers resumed their slow strokes through your hair, but they felt heavier now, more intentional. his other hand rested on your shoulder, thumb pressing gently into the muscle there like he was trying to ease tension he hadn’t caused.

nicholas’s jaw tightened for a second before he forced a low chuckle. “sounds like a waste of your time.” his hand slid a little higher on your calf, warm and steady. “you deserve better than some idiot who doesn’t know how to take care of you.”

you huffed a laugh, but there was no real humor in it. “apparently most of them don’t. i’m starting to think the bar is in hell.”

you closed your eyes again, sinking deeper into the warmth of them. “and what makes it worse is, i’m so pent up. it’s genuinely like men have no clue how to make a woman cum.”

the words slipped out heavier than you meant them to, raw and tired. for a second, the only sound was the low murmur of the tv.

euijoo’s fingers paused completely in your hair. nicholas’s hand on your calf went still, his thumb pressing a little harder into the muscle there before he slowly resumed the gentle massage—higher now, just behind your knee.

the silence stretched, thick and electric.

nicholas let out a low breath, almost a laugh but not quite. “jesus,” he muttered, voice rougher than before. “say it a little louder, why don’t you.”

you felt your face heat up, but you didn’t take it back. “it’s true. i’m tired of pretending it’s fine. i’m twenty and half the time i feel like i’m the only one who knows where everything is.”

euijoo shifted slightly beneath you, his thigh tensing under your head. his hand slid from your hair down to the side of your neck, thumb stroking slowly along your pulse point. the touch was still gentle, but there was a new weight to it.

“you’re frustrated,” he said quietly. simple. honest. no teasing. “that’s valid.”

nicholas’s fingers kept moving, slow and deliberate, inching just a little higher up the back of your leg. “no one’s ever taken the time with you, huh?” his voice had dropped, that teasing edge gone completely. “never let someone learn you properly?”

you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of every point of contact—euijoo’s warm thigh under your cheek, nicholas’s strong hand on your leg, the way their bodies bracketed yours on the couch.

“not really,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “it’s always rushed. selfish. like they expect me to just…get there because they’re inside me.”

euijoo exhaled softly, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw now, feather-light. nicholas didn’t say anything else, but his hand slid higher still—mid-thigh now—massaging in slow, firm circles that made heat pool low in your stomach.

the air felt heavier. warmer. none of you moved to change positions. none of you broke the moment with a joke or a subject change.

nicholas finally spoke again, voice low and careful. “you deserve to feel good. really good.” his thumb pressed into a spot on your inner thigh that made your breath hitch. “not just once. not just okay. but until you can’t think straight.”

euijoo’s hand stilled against your neck, then resumed its slow caress. “we hate hearing you’ve been settling for less,” he murmured, almost to himself.

you kept your eyes closed, heart hammering. the tension hummed between the three of you like a live wire—thick with everything still unspoken, every careful touch suddenly feeling heavier, more intentional.

nicholas’s voice dropped even lower, rough around the edges. “you know we can always help…”

the words hung in the air, casual on the surface but loaded underneath.

you opened your eyes, tilting your head to look at him. “aren’t you guys… y’know… gay?”

nicholas’s hand paused on your thigh for half a second, then continued its slow massage like the question hadn’t thrown him. a small, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “we’re just us,” he said simply, shrugging one shoulder without breaking eye contact. “doesn’t change the fact that we know you. and we know how to take care of you.”

euijoo hummed softly in agreement, his fingers sliding back into your hair, stroking slowly from your scalp down to the nape of your neck. “we’ve always taken care of you,” he added quietly, voice calm and steady. “that part’s never been complicated.”

the answer wasn’t really an answer. it left everything blurry, undefined, safe in its vagueness.

you swallowed, the heat in your stomach spreading despite yourself. nicholas’s thumb kept tracing those maddening circles on your inner thigh, just high enough to make your pulse jump, but never crossing any clear line. euijoo’s touch stayed gentle in your hair, soothing and grounding at the same time.

“wouldn’t it be weird…?” you whispered after a long beat, voice barely audible. “you guys are dating.”

nicholas’s hand stilled again, but only for a moment. his fingers resumed their slow, firm strokes, moving just a fraction higher on your thigh. “would it?” he asked, tone low and thoughtful, like he was genuinely considering it. “we’ve never seen you as separate from us. not really.”

euijoo’s fingers paused in your hair. he leaned down a little, breath warm against the top of your head. “it doesn’t feel weird to us,” he murmured. “but we’re not going to push anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

you bit your lip, heart racing as the words you’d been holding back finally slipped out.

“i think i’m more worried about making things weird between you guys,” you said quietly. “that’s like crossing every single boundary. juju… you wouldn’t feel weird about your boyfriend fucking your mutual best friend? same to you, nicho.”

the silence that followed was thick. heavy. nicholas’s hand stopped moving entirely on your thigh, resting there warmly. euijoo’s fingers stayed tangled in your hair, but you felt him shift slightly beneath you, his chest rising with a slow, measured breath.

nicholas was the first to speak, voice low and steady. “it’s not like that for us,” he said. “you’re not some random person we’re bringing in. you’re… you. the one person who’s always belonged with us.”

euijoo hummed softly, his thumb brushing slow circles against your scalp. “i’ve never seen you as a threat to what we have,” he murmured, honest and gentle. “if anything… it feels more complete when you’re here. like something was always missing.”

nicholas’s fingers flexed once on your inner thigh, not pushing higher, just holding. “we’ve talked about it,” he admitted after a pause, keeping his tone light but sincere. “a lot. it’s not some wild idea that just popped up. but we’re not asking you to fix anything or risk anything. we just… hate seeing you frustrated. hate knowing someone else is leaving you unsatisfied when we’re right here.”

euijoo’s hand slid down to rest against the side of your neck, warm and reassuring. “we don’t have to do anything. we don’t even have to talk about it again if you don’t want to. but if you ever wanted us to help you feel good…” his voice dropped, soft and careful. “we wouldn’t feel weird. we’d want it to be good for you. really good.”

you kept your eyes closed, cheeks burning, body hyper-aware of every point of contact—nicholas’s palm burning against your inner thigh, euijoo’s steady heartbeat under your head, the way neither of them pulled away even an inch.

the offer sat there between you, quiet and patient. no pressure. no demands. just the three of you suspended in this slow, trembling space, the tension coiling tighter with every careful word and lingering touch.

“if i say yes… you promise it won’t make things weird between us? and between you two?”

nicholas’s thumb brushed once, slowly, across your inner thigh. euijoo’s hand slid down until his palm rested warm against the side of your neck.

“i promise,” nicholas said first, voice low and steady, no hesitation. “nothing changes how we feel about each other. nothing changes how we feel about you. if it ever starts feeling off, we stop. immediately. no questions.”

euijoo leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, barely louder than a breath. “we’ve had a long time to think about this,” he murmured. “it’s not going to break anything. if anything… we think it might feel right. but only if you’re sure. we’re not in a rush.”

nicholas’s hand gave your thigh a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “we can go as slow as you want. one step at a time. tonight doesn’t have to mean everything. it can just be us helping you feel good, like we said.”

the words barely left your lips before the air shifted.

nicholas let out a slow, shaky breath, like he’d been holding it. his hand on your thigh tightened for a second, then relaxed into a soothing stroke. “yeah?” he asked softly, almost like he needed to hear it again.

you nodded, cheeks burning. “yeah.”

euijoo’s fingers gently tilted your chin up so you could see his face. his eyes were dark, warm, and so careful it made your chest ache. “we’ve got you,” he whispered. then he leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead, lingering there like a promise.

nicholas shifted closer on the couch, his hand sliding further up your thigh until his fingers slipped just under the hem of your shorts. not rushing. just testing. “tell us if anything feels off,” he murmured, voice rough. “even the smallest thing.”

you swallowed hard and nodded again.

euijoo’s hand moved from your neck to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. he leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, and kissed you—gentle, slow, and so incredibly soft at first. just lips. just warmth. a quiet exploration that made your stomach flip.

when he pulled back a fraction, nicholas was right there. he caught your lips next, a little deeper, a little hungrier, but still measured. his hand squeezed your thigh as he kissed you, tongue brushing lightly against yours before retreating.

you shivered between them, caught in the slow, overwhelming heat of their attention. their touches stayed patient, reverent, every movement designed to unravel you carefully.

“you’re so tense,” euijoo whispered as his mouth moved to your neck, sucking lightly just below your ear. “let us take care of you.”

nicholas’s fingers traced higher, slipping further beneath your shorts, teasing the edge of your underwear. “we’re going to make you feel so good,” he promised against your lips. “better than anyone else ever has.”

you let out a shaky breath, already aching from the slow drag of his fingertips along the fabric. euijoo’s mouth stayed at your neck, sucking softly, then harder, leaving a faint mark that made you whimper.

“lift your hips for me,” nicholas murmured.

you did without thinking. he peeled your shorts and panties down your legs in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. cool air hit your skin for only a second before his warm palm was back, cupping you fully this time. the heat of his hand made your thighs twitch.

“so pretty,” euijoo whispered against your throat, voice hushed with reverence. his hand slid under your shirt again, pushing it up until you helped tug it over your head. your bra followed shortly after, leaving you completely bare between them.

nicholas’s eyes darkened as he looked at you. two fingers parted your folds, gliding through the slickness there with agonizing slowness. “already this wet for us?” he asked, voice low and rough. he circled your clit once, twice, then dipped lower, pressing one finger inside you.

you mumble it against euijoo’s lips, soft and breathless, cheeks burning hotter than the slow throb between your legs. nicholas’s finger curls inside you again, lazy and knowing, like he’s already mapping every secret you’ve never let anyone else find.

“shut up..” you mumble, half laugh, half plea.

nicholas chuckles low against your thigh, the sound vibrating straight through your skin. his eyes flick up, dark and amused, lips brushing the sensitive crease where leg meets body. “you sure that’s what you want?” he murmurs, voice rough silk. another slow pump of his finger, thumb circling your clit just enough to make your hips twitch.

you swallow hard, heart hammering so loud you’re sure they can hear it. the words slip out before you can stop them, shaky and teasing because you still can’t quite believe this is happening.

“do you even know what you’re doing—”

the rest dies in your throat.

nicholas cuts you off with his mouth.

hot. wet. sudden. his tongue drags flat and slow up the center of your heat, tasting every slick inch like he’s been starving for it. your back arches sharp off the couch, a broken sound punching out of your chest. no hesitation. no clumsy fumbling. just pure, deliberate heat as he licks into you like he already knows exactly how to unravel you.

“oh—” the word fractures on your tongue.

euijoo’s hand strokes gently at your hair, holding you steady while his lips trail down the side of your neck, slow and sweet. “breathe, baby,” he whispers against your pulse. his other hand drifts down, palm warm over your breast, thumb brushing the stiff peak until your breath stutters again.

nicholas doesn’t let up. his tongue circles your clit with devastating patience, then dips lower, pushing inside you alongside his finger. the sound of it fills the room, filthy and perfect. he groans against you, the vibration pulling another helpless whimper from your throat. you feel it everywhere—heat pooling, thighs trembling, fingers twisting in the fabric of the couch.

he pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny, voice wrecked. “still think i don’t know what i’m doing?” another slow, broad lick that makes your eyes flutter shut. “been thinking about this for years, baby. how you’d taste. how you’d sound when we finally got to take care of you the way you deserve.”

you can’t answer. can barely even think. let alone fully take in the confession. your hips roll up into his mouth on instinct and he meets you there, sucking softly on your clit before sliding two fingers deep, curling them just right. the stretch is perfect. too perfect. your whole body lights up, sparks racing under your skin.

euijoo kisses you again, swallowing every broken moan like he wants to keep them. “that’s it,” he breathes between kisses, soft and steady. “let him make you feel good. we’ve got you.”

nicholas hums in agreement, the sound vibrating straight through your core. his free hand grips your thigh, spreading you wider, holding you open for his tongue as it works faster now, hungrier. every lick, every curl of his fingers drags you higher, closer, until the pleasure coils so tight in your belly you’re shaking with it.

you’re not going to last. not like this. not with both of them touching you like you’re something so precious to them.

and they know it. 

“wait—nicho—m’ gonna—”

nicholas pulls back just enough to look up at you, eyes blown black, lips glistening. “come on, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding. “gonna cum, pretty? yeah?... give it to me.”

his mouth closes over your clit again, sucking hard, fingers thrusting deep and steady, and you shatter—sharp, sudden, overwhelming. your cry breaks against euijoo’s lips as pleasure crashes through you in long, rolling waves, thighs clamping around nicholas’s head while he keeps licking you through it, gentler now, like he can’t bear to stop tasting you.

you’re still trembling when euijoo presses a kiss to your temple, whispering soft praise against your skin. nicholas finally eases back, pressing one last slow kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up your body, eyes dark and shining with something deep and satisfied.

“goood girl,” he breathes against your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

you’re still floating, chest heaving in soft little gasps, when nicholas kisses you deeper—slow, filthy. his tongue strokes lazy against yours, you whimper into his mouth, boneless and buzzing, thighs still twitching around nothing now that he’s pulled away.

euijoo’s fingers never stop moving through your hair, gentle, grounding, like he’s afraid you’ll drift too far if he lets go. “mm…so beautiful,” he murmurs against your temple, voice low and warm, the words sinking straight into your skin. “look at you… fell apart so sweetly for us.”

nicholas pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath ragged, eyes half-lidded and dark. “sweet girl,” he says again, softer this time, his hand slides up you—thumb brushing the underside of your breast, slow circles that keep the heat simmering instead of letting it fade. “jju, wants a taste too. think you can give him one?”

you swallow, throat dry, a shaky laugh slipping out. “eughh…you two are gonna kill me.”

euijoo hums, the sound vibrating through his chest where you’re still half-curled against him. his hand drifts lower, tracing the curve of your waist, then your hip, like he’s memorizing every inch. “so dramatic,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “we are just taking care of you. the way others should’ve been doing all this time.”

nicholas shifts, making room, and suddenly euijoo’s sliding down the couch with you—careful, always so careful—until you’re settled between them differently. your back to nicholas’s chest now, his arms wrapping around you from behind, warm and solid. one of his hands rests low on your stomach, fingers splayed possessively, while the other cups your breast, rolling your nipple between thumb and finger as your breath catches with every feel of his rough fingers on your perked buds.

euijoo settles on his knees between your spread thighs, kind eyes locked on yours the whole time. dark hair falling into his face, lips still slightly swollen from kissing you earlier. he leans in slow, pressing a soft kiss to your inner knee, then higher, trailing them up your thigh like he has all the time in the world.

“jju…” you pout, voice already wrecked again.

he glances up at you through his lashes, that quiet intensity that always undoes you. “gonna let me taste you too?” he says simply. no demand. just want. “please?”

you nod before you even think about it, hips twitching toward him on instinct. nicholas chuckles low behind you, the sound rumbling through your back as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. “she’s so eager for us already,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth grazing lightly. “our needy girl.”

euijoo doesn’t tease. he doesn’t make you wait. his mouth is on you in the next heartbeat—hot, wet, passionate. his tongue drags through your folds slow and thorough, savoring the mess nicholas already pulled out of you. a low, pleased sound vibrates against your core and your back arches into nicholas’s chest.

“oh fuck—” the words tumble out broken, your hand flying down to tangle in euijoo’s hair. he moans at the tug, pressing closer, licking deeper, like he’s trying to drink in every sound you make.

nicholas’s hand slides lower, fingers joining euijoo’s mouth—two of them slipping inside you while euijoo’s tongue focuses on your clit, circling, flicking, sucking soft then harder in a rhythm that has your toes curling. the stretch, the heat, the way they move together like they’ve done this in their heads a thousand times before—it's overwhelming.

“that’s it,” nicholas praises against your ear, voice rough. “feel how good he makes you feel? how wet you get for us?” his fingers curl just right and you cry out, thighs trembling around euijoo’s shoulders.

euijoo looks up at you again, eyes glassy and fully devoted, lips shiny. “mm…taste so good, baby,” he whispers, barely pulling away. “could stay here forever.” then he’s back, sucking your clit into his mouth while nicholas thrusts his fingers deeper, faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

your head falls back against nicholas’s shoulder, breath coming in short, desperate pants. every nerve is singing, pleasure building again too fast, too strong. “nghh—s' too much—ah—can't—"

“yes you can,” nicholas growls softly, biting gently at your neck. “give it to him. let him feel you cum on his tongue.”

euijoo hums in agreement, the vibration pushing you right over the edge. you shatter harder this time, the sensitivity of your past orgasm still lingering—a broken moan tears from your throat as waves of overwhelming pleasure crash through you, hips grinding against euijoo’s face while he licks you through every pulse, every aftershock, like he’s addicted, click brushing against the tip of his nose with every grind. it only causes your body to shudder more and for more soft whines to escape you.

nicholas holds you tight through it, murmuring praise against your skin, kissing away the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. euijoo finally pulls back, lips glistening with you release, and crawls up your body to kiss you slow and deep—letting you taste yourself on him too, just like nicholas did.

you’re shaking between them, spent and glowing, but the way they look at you says they’re nowhere near finished.

“still with us, baby?” euijoo whispers against your lips, gentle fingers brushing damp hair from your forehead.

you give a weak nod, body still buzzing from the back to back orgasms. you’re trembling against nicholas’s chest, back plastered to his warm solid front, his arms banded around your waist like he’s anchoring you to earth. 

you can barely breathe.

“can you turn around, baby?” he murmurs, thumb brushing your hip. “face down, ass up. can you do that for me, pretty?”

the words sink slow and heavy into your skin. you don’t answer with words—just shift, letting them guide you. nicholas helps, hands firm and careful as he eases you forward. your palms sink into the cushions, knees spreading wide, back arching deep as you push your hips up high for them. face down. ass up. completely offered. the position pulls a shaky exhale from your throat, cheeks burning, but the heat between your legs only throbs harder.

you whisper it into nicholas’s high, voice small and muffled against the fabric of his sweats, cheeks burning hotter than the slick heat still throbbing between your thighs. “this is embarrassing…”

nicholas’s fingers tighten gently in your hair, not pulling, just holding you there against his lap like he knows exactly how exposed you feel right now. a low, warm chuckle rumbles through his chest.

“embarrassing?” he murmurs, thumb stroking slow along your cheekbone. “baby… you have no idea how fucking pretty you look like this.”

euijoo’s hands stay soft on your hips from behind, thumbs tracing soothing circles over the curve of your ass like he’s trying to melt the embarrassment right out of you. he leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right at the base of your spine, breath warm against your skin.

“nothing to be embarrassed about,” he whispers, voice so gentle it makes your chest ache. “its only us.”

before you can say whine anymore, you feel it—euijoo’s cock, heavy and burning hot, sliding slow along the curve of your ass like he’s memorizing the way your soft skin feels beneath his length—a broken little sound slips out of you, muffled against nicholas’s thigh, and his cock twitches hard under your cheek in answer.

“fuuck, baby,” nicholas groans, voice low and wrecked, fingers tightening in your hair just enough to make your scalp tingle. “you feel that? how bad he wants to be inside your pretty cunt?”

euijoo doesn’t push inside, though. he just rocks his hips forward, letting his thick length glide between your cheeks, slick with your own wetness and the mess they both had left minutes earlier. his cock dips lower, head brushing against your cunt. 

you subconsciously push back, chasing the feeling—a needy little roll of your hips that makes euijoo’s cock slip right along your soaked folds, the thick head catching at your entrance for one dizzy second before gliding up again, teasing, never pushing in.

“mmh— jju,” you whimper, the sound half-buried in nicholas’s thigh, cheeks hot.

euijoo’s breath hitches, shaky and warm against the small of your back. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to steady you. “fuck, baby… you’re dripping,” he murmurs, voice still carrying that sweetness. he rocks forward again, slower this time, letting his cock slide through your folds, parting them, dragging heavy and hot right over your swollen clit.

nicholas groans above you, the sound vibrating through his chest as his fingers flex in your hair. “that’s it,” he breathes, thumb stroking your cheek like he’s trying to soothe the tremble in your body. “let him feel how wet you are for us. look at you…so fucking eager.”

you can’t help it—your hips keep moving on their own, grinding back against euijoo’s length every time he slides through your slick heat. the pressure is maddening. perfect. his cock glides again and again, teasing your entrance, nudging your clit, coating himself in you until the wet sounds fill the room like a filthy secret.

“jus’...come on…please jju—”

euijoo stills behind you for just a second, breath catching like your words punched the air right out of him. his fingers dig harder into your hips, thumbs pressing deep into the soft give of your ass as he lines himself up proper this time. no more teasing. no more gliding.

“yeah?” he whispers, voice honeyed. “you want me inside you, baby? want me to fuck you?”

you nod softly, pushing back again, and that’s all it takes.

he presses in—slow, thick, burning—the head of his cock stretching you open with that first dizzying breach. you gasp sharp into the nicholas’s thigh, fingers gripping at his sweats—eyes fluttering shut as he sinks deeper, inch by careful inch, until his hips are flush against your ass and he’s buried to the hilt. so full. your walls flutter around him like they never want to let go.

“oh my god,” euijoo groans, forehead dropping to your spine, voice shaking. “you feel…fuck, baby. so warm. so tight. think im gonna be obsessed with this, sorry nicholas.”

you feel him throb deep inside you, thick and pulsing, like your body was made to hold him there. euijoo stays still for a long, trembling moment, just breathing against your spine, letting you adjust to the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming fullness of him.

nicholas lets out a low, amused hum beneath you, fingers still tangled gentle in your hair. “obsessed, huh?” he murmurs, voice rough silk, thumb brushing your cheek like he’s memorizing the flush there. “can’t blame you. bet she feels like fucking heaven.”

euijoo laughs soft and shaky, the sound vibrating straight through your back and into your chest. “yeah…shit. she does.” then he’s moving—slow, rolling drags of his hips that pull almost all the way out before sinking back in, deep and deliberate, like he wants to feel every inch of you clenching around him.

you moan broken into nicholas’s thigh, the fabric of his sweats damp under your open mouth. every thrust drags pleasure up your spine, slow and heavy at first, building like a wave you can’t outrun. euijoo’s hands slide up your sides, gripping your waist, pulling you back onto his cock with each forward snap.

nicholas’s hand tightens in your hair, gentle but firm, tilting your face just enough to catch your parted lips in a slow, filthy kiss. “that’sss our girl,” he murmurs against your mouth, tongue sliding lazy over yours like he’s tasting how wrecked you already are. 

you moan into the kiss, soft and needy, and nicholas pulls back just enough to free his cock, pushing it to rest against your swollen parted lips again—thick, flushed, already leaking for you.

“think you can help me out too, baby?” he murmurs, voice like warm smoke curling around your spine. his fingers stay tangled gentle in your hair, not pushing, just guiding. “let me feel that pretty mouth while jju fucks you stupid.”

you don’t even answer with words. just open wider, tongue sliding out to taste him as he pushes past your lips, slow and careful, filling your mouth until your eyes flutter. the stretch, the weight, the familiar taste of him—it all melts together with euijoo’s thick cock dragging deep inside your cunt.

“fuckkk…good girl.” euijoo groans low behind you, hips rolling forward again, deeper this time, like he can’t help but chase the way you clench around him every time nicholas slides a little further into your throat.

“fuck…she just got wetter,” he breathes, voice wrecked and sweet all at once. one of his hands grips your hip tight, the other sliding up your back, pressing you down into that perfect arch while he starts fucking you in earnest.

“that’s it,” nicholas praises, thumb stroking your cheek like you’re something precious even while you’re drooling around his cock. “look at you… taking both of us so fucking good. our sweet, greedy girl.”

euijoo’s pace turns a little rougher, hips slapping against your ass, the wet sound of him fucking into your soaked pussy mixing with the slick glide of nicholas in your mouth. his fingers find your clit again, rubbing tight, messy circles that make your thighs shake violently.

you let out a broken moan, nicholas’s cock slipping wet from your lips as euijoo fucks into you harder—a sharp, perfect thrust that punches the air right out of your lungs. your forehead drops heavy against nicholas’s thigh, mouth open, drooling, gasping.

“fuck— jju— too much,” you whimper, but your hips push back anyway, greedy for every thick inch dragging along your walls.

nicholas doesn’t let you hide. his fingers tighten in your hair, gentle but insistent, lifting your face just enough to meet his eyes—dark, blown wide, hungry. “don’t stop, jju,” he murmurs, voice rough. “so fucking pretty—keep moaning for him. wanna hear how good he feels.”

behind you, euijoo’s rhythm stutters for half a second. you feel him lean forward, chest pressing warm and solid against your back, one hand sliding up your spine until his fingers brush nicholas’s where they’re tangled in your hair.

then they kiss.

right above you.

you feel the shift in the air first—the way euijoo’s cock twitches deep inside you, the sound of nicholas’s breath catching sharp. their mouths meet messy and open, a low shared groan vibrating through both of them and straight into your body. tongues sliding, lips wet, the soft filthy sound of it cutting through your own broken whimpers.

nicholas’s free hand reaches back, gripping euijoo’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss while euijoo keeps fucking you—slower now, deeper, grinding in tight circles like he needs to feel you clench around him while he tastes nicholas’s mouth. their bodies move together over you, chests brushing your skin, heat everywhere.

you moan at the sight—at the feeling—pussy fluttering hard around euijoo’s cock. they’re kissing like they’ve been starving for it, tongues lazy and deep, little gasps and bitten-off sounds spilling between them, all while euijoo’s hips keep rolling into you in that devastating rhythm.

you moan again, softer this time, cheeks burning hotter than the slick mess dripping down your thighs.

euijoo’s hips stutter to a stop, buried so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. his breath ghosts hot against the back of your neck, voice low and almost disbelieving.

“did… you just clench around me when you saw us kiss?”

the words hang there, heavy and filthy, and you can’t even deny it—your pussy flutters again around his thick cock, betraying you instantly. a broken little whimper slips out instead of any sort of answer.

nicholas chuckles dark and warm above you, fingers still tangled in your hair as he leans down, lips brushing your ear. “ah? she did?” he murmurs, voice like velvet dragged over gravel. “fuck… you like that?”

euijoo groans, low and wrecked, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades. he rolls his hips once, slow and deliberate, dragging against that spot that makes your eyes roll back. “like seeing me kiss our boyfriend while i’m balls deep in you?”

you nod frantically, face half-buried in nicholas’s lap, too embarrassed and too turned on to speak. your walls squeeze around euijoo again, greedy, and he curses softly, hips snapping forward harder this time.

“god, you’re so fucking perfect,” nicholas breathes. he catches euijoo’s jaw again, pulling him up and into another kiss—deeper this time, messier, tongues sliding hot and open right above you while euijoo starts fucking you in harder. the sound of skin slapping fills the otherwise quiet room.

every thrust punches little sounds out of you. wet, filthy slaps of skin. your moans vibrating against nicholas’s thigh. their shared groans melting together as they kiss like they’re starving.

euijoo breaks the kiss with a gasp, lips shiny, eyes glassy as he looks down at where he’s disappearing inside you. “she’s dripping down my cock every time we do that,” he pants, voice hoarse. one hand slides around to rub tight, perfect circles over your swollen clit. “gonna cum again for us, baby? wanna feel you squeeze me while i kiss him.”

nicholas doesn’t wait for your answer. he tugs euijoo back in, mouths crashing together, tongues fucking slow and deep as euijoo drives into you harder, faster, thumb relentless on your clit.

you shatter.

hard.

a broken cry rips from your throat as pleasure crashes through you, pussy clamping down around euijoo’s cock like it never wants to let him go. your thighs shake violently, vision whiting out, and you hear him groan into nicholas’s mouth—hips stuttering, burying himself to the hilt as he cums deep inside you, thick and hot, pulsing with every flutter of your walls.

they stay like that for a long moment—kissing lazy and soft above you, euijoo still buried deep, nicholas’s fingers stroking through your hair like you’re something precious.

when they finally pull apart, both of them turn their attention to you.

euijoo presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your spine. nicholas leans down to catch your lips, tasting the mess of everything. you’re still fluttering around euijoo’s cock, soft little aftershocks milking the last drops from him when he finally eases out with a wrecked groan. the sudden emptiness makes you whimper, slick and messy, cum already leaking down your thighs.

nicholas doesn’t give you time to miss it.

his hands are on you in seconds—firm, warm, possessive—they slides beneath you, flipping you gently onto your back against the cushions, then he hooks your legs over his shoulders in one smooth motion. you’re spread so wide for him, pussy glistening with euijoo’s release, and his eyes go black at the sight. ej slips behind you, taking nicholas’s previous position.

“my turn, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like gravel under silk. he leans down, catching euijoo’s mouth in a slow, filthy kiss right above you again—tongues sliding lazy and deep, a soft shared moan vibrating between them as nicholas lines himself up.

then he pushes in.

one long, smooth thrust and he’s buried to the hilt inside your soaked, sensitive cunt. you cry out, back arching sharp off the couch, the stretch so perfect it borders on too much. he feels even thicker in you than in your mouth.

“fuck… still so tight,” nicholas groans against euijoo’s lips, hips rolling slow and deep, dragging through the mess euijoo left behind. every thrust pushes little wet sounds out of you, filthy and obscene. “taking me so good even after he filled you up. greedy little thing.”

you cry out again, the sound raw and shattered as nicholas starts fucking you hard—no slow rolls, just deep, punishing thrusts that punch the breath right out of your lungs. your legs shake where they’re hooked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back, body folding under the weight of him.

euijoo stays right there, back of your head resting against his abs, one hand sliding down between your bodies without hesitation. his fingers find your swollen, oversensitive clit instantly—slick and messy with both of them—and he rubs tight, perfect circles that make your hips jerk violently.

“ah—fuck—ngh—too much, too much,” you sob, but your pussy clenches greedily around nicholas’s thick member anyway, pulling him deeper.

nicholas groans low, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing filthy through the room. “yeah? too much?” he pants, eyes locked on your face, dark and feral. “but you’re still taking me so fucking well, baby. look at this pretty pussy swallowing every inch.”

euijoo’s fingers never slow. he presses harder, faster, rubbing your clit in messy little strokes while nicholas rails into you, cock dragging against that spot inside you over and over until your vision sparks white at the edges.

“she’s dripping everywhere,” euijoo murmurs, voice sweet and wrecked as he leans in to kiss nicholas again—slow, filthy, tongues sliding hot while his fingers keep working you. the kiss breaks with a wet sound and he looks down at where nicholas is disappearing inside you, lips parted, eyes glassy. “so wet for us… gonna cum again, baby? wanna feel you fall apart on nicho’s cock.”

you can’t even answer—just broken moans and whimpers spilling from your throat as nicholas fucks you harder, deeper, folding you practically in half. every brutal thrust pushes you back onto euijoo’s fingers, pleasure crashing into pleasure until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

you sob it out, voice cracking high and desperate—“nghh—wait! oh fuck—mm i feel…weird—”

nicholas doesn’t slow. if anything his hips snap harder, cock driving deep and relentless into that spot that makes your whole body spark. “yeah?” he growls against your mouth, breath hot and ragged. “let it happen, baby. don’t fight it. we’ve got you.”

euijoo’s fingers press firmer on your clit, rubbing faster, slick and messy, never missing a beat. “that’s it, sweet girl,” he whispers, lips brushing your temple, then nicholas’s again in a quick, filthy kiss. “feel that pressure? let go for us. wanna see you make a mess.”

your legs tremble violently over nicholas’s shoulders. your hands claw at anything, attempting push yourself away from the building pressure—the back of your head rests on euijoo’s chest. 

the feeling builds too fast—too much, too deep, like something’s about to break inside you. every brutal thrust of nicholas’s thick cock, every relentless circle of euijoo’s fingers, pushes you closer to the edge of something you’ve never felt before.

“i—i can’t—oh my god—”

“yes you can,” nicholas pants, folding you tighter, hips slamming into you with wet, obscene sounds. “cum for us, baby. soak my cock. let it all out.”

euijoo leans in, catching your whimpering mouth in a soft kiss, then leans over to kiss nicholas again—tongues sliding hot and open right above you while his fingers pinch and rub your clit just right.

it hits you like a dam breaking.

you shatter with a broken scream, pussy gushing hard around nicholas’s cock. wet heat floods out of you, soaking his stomach, his thighs, dripping down onto the cushions in messy pulses. your whole body convulses, thighs shaking uncontrollably, vision flashing white as the orgasm rips through you harder than anything you’ve ever felt.

nicholas groans loud and wrecked, hips stuttering as your walls clamp down around him like velvet heat. “fuuuck—that’s it, good girl—soaking me—god you’re so fucking pretty—”

he fucks you through it, slower now but still deep, dragging out every last pulse until you’re sobbing and twitching, completely spent. only then does he bury himself to the hilt and cum with a broken moan, spilling hot and thick inside you, mixing with euijoo’s release until you feel impossibly full.

euijoo’s fingers finally slow, gentle circles easing you down while he presses kisses to your damp forehead, your cheeks, your trembling lips.

nicholas carefully lowers your legs, still buried deep, and collapses over you—careful not to crush, forehead resting against yours. both of them wrap around you instantly, warm and solid and safe, hands stroking soothing patterns over your skin.

“so fucking perfect,” nicholas whispers, voice hoarse and full of awe. “look at you…made such a pretty mess for us.”

euijoo hums soft against your neck, lips brushing your pulse. “our sweet girl. did so good. so beautiful when you let go like that.”

you’re floating, boneless and glowing, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes from the intensity. they kiss them away gently—nicholas claiming your mouth slow and sweet, euijoo pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, both of them still touching you like they can’t bear to stop.

you blink up at them through the hazy afterglow, chest still heaving, body limp and sticky between them. the words echo in your head like a little bell that won’t stop ringing.

“wait…” your voice comes out small, breathless, almost shy. “earlier you… you called nicholas our boyfriend—?”

euijoo stills against your back, lips brushing your shoulder in a slow, lazy kiss like he’s buying time. nicholas huffs a soft laugh, the sound warm and fond as he nuzzles into your neck, still buried deep inside you, hips giving one last lazy roll that makes you whimper.

“yeah,” nicholas murmurs against your skin, voice low and steady, like it’s the simplest truth in the world. “guess he did.”

euijoo hums, pressing another open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your throat before lifting his head. his eyes are soft, a little nervous, a lot full of something deeper. “we’ve been together for a while,” he says quietly, thumb stroking slow circles over your hip. “nicholas and me. but it never really felt…complete. not without you. everything felt more right when it was the three of us together.”

nicholas nods, forehead resting against yours, eyes dark and honest. “you’ve always been ours, baby. even before we figured our shit out. we just…didn’t know how to tell you. didn’t want to lose you if it scared you off.”

your heart stutters hard in your chest. the words sink slow and heavy, warm like honey sliding through your veins. you swallow, throat tight, cheeks burning hotter than the mess still leaking between your thighs.

“so… you two are… and i’m…”

“ours,” euijoo finishes softly, kissing the corner of your mouth. “if you want us, of course. all of us. together.”

nicholas pulls back just enough to look at you properly, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “no pressure, sweet girl. we can go as slow as you need. but yeah… he’s my boyfriend. and you—” his voice drops, rough and tender all at once, “—you’re our girl. think we’ve been waiting for you to be ours for years.”

you feel yourself flutter around nicholas’s cock, still inside you, and both of them notice. euijoo smiles against your shoulder, soft and knowing. nicholas’s eyes darken again, a slow grin tugging at his lips.

“see?” nicholas murmurs, rolling his hips once, deliberate. “your pretty pussy already knows the answer.”

you let out a shaky laugh that melts into a moan, overwhelmed and warm and so full of them it almost hurts. “ya! shut up…i… yeah. i want that. want both of you. if you’ll have me”

euijoo makes a soft, relieved sound and kisses you deep, slow, tasting like love and salt and everything you’ve been missing. nicholas catches your chin gently, turning you into another kiss right after—hungrier, claiming, while euijoo’s hand palms to your tits.

“good girl,” nicholas whispers against your lips, starting to move inside you once more, slow and deep. “our perfect fucking girl.”

and just like that the three of you melt together again—mouths and hands and bodies finding each other like you were always meant to. no more missing pieces.

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You’re practically panting as Soobin continues his ministrations. The usually passive and quite submissive man clings to you needingly, pressing his mouth against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues as if trying to prove a point to someone in his head.

Your hands which dig into the skin as the base of his neck falter and squeeze at the wisps of hair as he pushes you impossibly closer by the small of your back. Your lips disconnect slightly so his hot, heavy tongue can lick a daring stripe from your neck to just above your jaw.

You can’t help but whimper at the feeling. You feel like you’re going insane as Soobin continues to have his way with you. It’s not like Soobin to practically jump on you and have you sit pretty in his lap as he does what he wants to you. Usually, he’s staring at you with eyes blown large with desire as he asks you want you want him to do. What he can do to make you feel so good. Usually the control over someone so much larger than you makes your legs clench but the way Soobin is practically treating you like a doll has you drenched in a way you didn’t think was ever possible.

“Mhmph — Soobin!” You mewl as he presses heavy kisses against your cheek, travelling up your face to press them into your hairline before he lands back at your mouth. He snakes a hand from the small of your back to clench your chin between fingers, pulling his face back so he can stare at you with dark eyes. You swear your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the sight of his plush, bruised lip. They’re slick with saliva and a small string still connects your lips.

He breathes heavily but the way you’re panting at having your breath stolen from you is undeniably hot to both of you. Your hands slip from his neck to hold his broad shoulders. You must look crazed — hair messy and lips swollen from the nips caused by Soobin.

“What’s gotten into you?” You question under pants, eyes darting around your boyfriend’s face. His hooded eyes drink in the details of your wrecked face. Soft eyes, furrowed brows and parted, kiss bitten red lips that glisten under the dull light in the bedroom like a crude layer of lipgloss. Soobin’s dick twitches at the sight.

“Need you.” Soobin mutters honestly as his hand drops from your chin. You swallow thickly before letting out a small puff in surprise as Soobin swiftly scoots back to lay you flat against the bed. Your stomach flutters as he easily manhandles you in a pliant position he wants to see you in.

“H-Hah..” You exhale shakily as Soobin’s hand runs down your body. His large plans envelope your tits, squeezing and pushing them together under the fabric of your top. He uses his thumbs to rub over the protruding tips, revelling in the way you shiver and bite your lip at the feeling. Your legs greedily rub together, ignoring how your knees knock into his legs and give away what you’re doing.

Wriggling and twisting, you reach after his touch. He curses as his hands trail further down your body until he reaches the hem of your shirt. His head dips as he pushes the material up, lips pressing wet searing kisses to the exposed skin of your torso. When he lifts away to press more, tongue darting to lap at the skin, the cool air causes a nipping sensation that makes your back arch.

Your head falls further back into the pillows as your hands grasp at the sheets. Soobin pushes your shirt up to the point it bunches over the swell of your breasts, pert nipples facing the cool air without much cover. Your legs press together as his head rounds up to the flesh of your tits. His tongue leaves a hot trail of desire, mapping his ministrations as he finally targets your breasts. He swirls the tongue around the perky bud, lips suctioning down as his teeth graze at the sensitive surface. You mewl and yelp as his other hand comes to twist at the neglected nipple.

“A-Ah, Soobin..” You moan wantonly, back arching and twisting. You try to pull away from the pinching of your right nipple but it leads you to push against Soobin’s face causing his teeth to dig into the soft flesh. You hiss and mewl as you feel yourself become more needy at the opposite sensations.

“So needy.” Soobin mumbles around the flesh as he moves to suck the skin just under your areola. You seizes his pinching to lightly roll over the bud with his thumb. You sigh as he separates from your tit with a soft ‘pop!’

The skin presents with a slight red tint. Soobin exhales as he realises the mark will slowly darken over time.

You release your hands from the sheets to weave your fingers into Soobin’s dark strands. He follows your lead until his face connects with your again. Your lips jut into a pout as you motion for him to meet you halfway with another kiss but he stills despite the pull on his hair.

“Jus’ kiss me, already.” You whine, feeling slightly lightheaded by the change in dynamic. Soobin’s lip flips into a smirk at one corner, the expression sends a flutter straight to your cunt. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips.

You relish in the soft kiss. It’s different from what he’s inflicted upon you tonight.

He pulls away softly and his eyes almost seem a little lighter. They’re still clouded with unwavering desire but his expression seems just a fraction smaller.

“..My beautiful baby.” Soobin practically whispers as his eyes take in the features of your face. You turn hot under the appreciation. Soobin presses a soft kiss against your jawline, eyes dazzling with love.

“Soobin..” You whine with embarrassment laced into your words, “Just fuck me already.”

If the room wasn’t hot before it was hot now. As soon as the plea left your mouth Soobin was stripping his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The visual of the taller man sat on his knees above you as his belt clacked and jiggled as he whipped it off and threw the accessory to the side with a metallic thud made your thighs clench. The way his brows furrowed slightly as the belt fumbled a little and the groan of relief once he was able to undo it and throw it to the side made the everyday action just a little hotter.

You shuffle and pull yourself up to fully take off the shirt that was uncomfortably bunched around your chest. Soobin’s eyes shamelessly stare at your tits as they shake a little when you readjust the strands of hair that fell into your face.

“Shit. Baby. Let me eat you out.” Soobin asks as he hurriedly pushes his trousers around his ankles. If you weren’t so turned on you’d probably laugh at how he swears when the material bunches on his thighs and he’s forced to hop off the bed to fully take the denim off. The strain of his cock against the black material of his Calvin Klein’s makes whatever humour die in the back of your head as you zone in on the print.

“Jus’ need you in me.” You reply earnestly. Soobin crawls back on the bed, leaning over you like predator to prey. His eyes meet yours softly, “I’ve been dying to taste you, baby.”

You almost moan at his words. Soobin uses a hand to trace your features with delicate fingers. Your hand raises to softly hold at the hand. Not to stop him but just to simply touch him.

“I just need your cock, ‘Bin.” You say it so easily Soobin feels himself twitch in his underwear. The fingers tracing your lips lead themselves to your lips, slightly pressing down on the pink flesh to open your mouth silently. You let him use you, opening your mouth so he can press down on your tongue.

“Get my fingers wet, my love.” Soobin hums as he zones in on the way your tongue twirls over the long digits. He wills himself to not teasingly press a little deeper. If he was feeling a little meaner maybe he’d see how far he could go before you gag against the prodding digits. He hooks a thumb on your chin so he can rub his pointer and middle fingers against your tongue.

You hum, voice bordering on a whine as your mouth salivates from his actions and face alone. Soobin pulls his fingers away but taps on your lips to tell you to keep your mouth open. You flinch a little when he spits but you can’t help but smile when the droplet of saliva lands on your tongue neatly. He dips his fingers back in to scoop it up and really coat his fingers.

He lets you breathe when he pulls away. You swallow thickly as Soobin shifts his attention to your needy cunt. The cool sensation of his fingers prodding as your hot, gushing pussy is enough to make your eyes roll back. He circles your clit a few times — the way you like — before dipping the tips of his fingers into your needy hole. He glances up to gage your reaction before pushing in his fingers, wiggling a little to ease them in.

“Didn’t even need you to drool all over my fingers.” Soobin laughs a little as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy exhale as he scissors you open, fingers slowly spreading against your gummy walls to get you used to the feeling.

“Ha-ah, told you I need you.” You retort as your fingers curl against the sheets. Soobin hums and bends his head so he can leave a small kiss at the top of your thigh. The muscle twitches at the sensation but the loving action next to the pumping of his fingers makes your stomach feel warm and fuzzy.

It’s not long before the usual dirty sound of squelching fills the air. Soobin manages to wiggle in a third finger despite your little huffs when it stings as he introduces the third. He hums as he shifts back on his knees so he can use his other hand to circle at your clit.

Your thighs begin to shake a little. Your head lolls back as you whimper. Soobin’s long fingers and strikingly ability to find the spot that makes you see stars is a lethal combo, but one that makes you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Soob, ‘m gonna cum.” You warn. Soobin continues, twisting his fingers just slightly as he rubs a little faster on your clit. You should be embarrassed at the wet sloshing sound that fills the room but you can’t focus on it when the familiar warm tugging sensation starts to pull in your lower stomach.

“Gonna cum for me?” Soobin asks as he looks at your face. Your hair is disheveled from throwing your head back but it falls around your head like a halo. He presses a fingers a little harder against the spongy spot inside your cunt as he continues to coo little praises that makes your walls clench against the fingers.

“Pretty baby.” Soobin cooes as you cum. Your back arches with your pretty tits pointing perkily to the air. Soobin wills himself to not grab at the flesh as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in your squishy walls to help you ride out the orgasm. Your hips chase after the fading sensation before eventually stopping.

Soobin takes the signal to slowly detach his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenches as he pulls out.

Your head feels dizzy as you turn your head to look at your boyfriend. He’s slowly peeling the elastic band of his boxers away from his hips. You’d offer to help if you weren’t still a little breathless from whining for Soobin to keep going.

He rolls the material down his thighs. His quads tighten as his hand wraps around the base of his cock. He uses the juices from the hand he used to finger you to spread it across the sensitive skin.

He hisses at the contact. Despite being sexually active Soobin still swears he feels like he could cum from one touch alone as he looks at your body. He feels like a dam teenager who just got their hands on their first porn mag as he drinks in your vulgar position.

“Roll over for me, baby.” Soobin commands. You nod, slowly rolling yourself over so you can plant yourself on your hands and knees. It used to feel embarrassing to present yourself so freely to Soobin but you’ve gotten used to this man and his libido to realise he’s way to horny to care for slight imperfections you’ve decided you’ve got in your head.

Your back arches as Soobin places a palm on the skin of your ass. You feel the bed dip as he shuffles forward, stomach clenching when the head of his cock taps against your weeping hole.

You hear Soobin inhale before pausing. He shifts backwards before a hot, wet trail of liquid meet your puffy lips. The needy moan that erupts from your mouth when you realise Soobin’s spat on you again — specifically your pussy, turns you on immensely.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Soobin comments as he guides his cock with his hand. He use the fleshy tip to spread the wetness over your folds, gathering them on the bulbous tip so it makes it easier for him to press into your fluttering hole.

The hand on the palm of your ass smooths to your lower back. You instinctively arch further into the mattress, proving him a better view of your messy pussy. He groans as he presses in, relishing in the way your wet cunt immediately sucks him in.

The stinging is delicious. The way the tears poke at your eyes as you clench them shut would make Soobin cum on the spot if he could see your face. You press your face into the pillows, gasping as he inches in slowly.

“Doing okay, love?” Soobin asks as he stops halfway. You nod against the pillow, biting your lip to swallow any hisses. The stretch does burn but the reward after is too enticing to stop him. Soobin leans forward a bit, accidentally pushing in more as he tries to catch a glance of your face, “Words, baby.”

“G-Good! Keep going, Soob. Need it bad!” You squeal as he inches in more. Your legs want to flail but you ground yourself by biting at the pillow you’ve forced your head into.

Soobin bottoms out swiftly. The base of his hips sit snug against your ass as he allows you a moment to breathe. The way your walls clench rapidly around his cock makes the hand on your back slip to grab at your waist. He holds the flesh firmly between his fingers.

“‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He confesses breathlessly. You whimper out an apology as you try to calm your racing heart.

“Move. It’s okay.” You give Soobin the green light to move.

He rocks his hips slowly. Your eyes almost roll back at how big he is. Soobin doesn’t seem to understand that he is bigger than average because the amount of times you have to tell him he can’t just jackhammer into you from start to finish is astonishing. He doesn’t seem to understand that you barely squeeze him into your cunt before he’s almost breaking into your cervix. Poor guy just wants to make you feel good.

He sighs, both hands finding home on your hips as he finds his rhythm. His thighs slap against the back of your legs, filling the void silence in the room as he slowly speeds up.

Your legs shake. His stupidly big cock practically abuses your gspot, punching and drilling it stupid. Even at the slower pace the mushroom tip makes your toes curl like you’re about to cum on the spot.

“Faster!” You command greedily as you press your hips against Soobin’s. Soobin takes your word for it as he begins to press harder, transferring his weight to the grip on your hips so he can thrust harder.

The bruising placement of his hands makes your mouth water. The thought of him leaving imprints of his hands on the soft flesh like a silent marking of ‘Soobin was here.’ is dirtily tantalising.

“Always so tight. You sure you can take me?” Soobin muses as he thrusts harder. The sounds filling the room are a perverts fantasy. Between the sound of slick skin slapping, obscene squelching and pornographic moans alongside the softest dirty talk would have any person sweating.

You pant and wriggle, hips pushing back to meet Soobin. The plush of your ass slaps against the skin of Soobin’s hips leaving soft little stings in its wake. He slides a hand from your hip to messily play with your clit. You cry as he punches hastily, the force of his thrusts making his hand slip and pull at the sensitive skin.

“‘M gonna cum!” You warn as Soobin continues to draw messy figure 8’s on your clit. He pants as he chases the orgasm, legs and arms burning as he wills himself to keep going.

The sweat that was building on his hairline falls down his face in small streaks and he groans as he flicks his head back. The strands of his hair stick to the sweaty skin, casting a shadow across his face.

“Go ahead, love. Come.” Soobin keens when you clamp down a little firmer than usual. The spasms of your sensitive walls leads him to a quicker release but he refuses to come before you do.

You yelp as a specifically hard thrust makes your vision dot “Fuck! Mhmph!! Soobin — Ha-ah, shit!”

“You sound like a pornstar.” Soobin manages to speak past the whiny whimper that escaped him when the first spirt of his cum shoots into your walls. He spews apologies when he can’t hold it back, fucking you like a pocket pussy as he chases his relief.

You’re practically melted onto the sheets when you come. Whether it’s from Soobin’s off handed comment or the searing hot feeling of his cum costing your walls, one last clench around his bulbous cock and you’re cumming like a whiny bitch.

Soobin lets you ride it out despite his sensitive nature. The sounds that escape him are more adjacent to his usual tone during sex, soft and needy. The slamming of his hips has slowed to a rocking pace. You both hiss as his sensitive heads prods at your spongy spot.

“You did.. so good for me.” Soobin exhales faintly. He slowly pulls out and your walls clench uncomfortably at the feeling. His hands detach themselves from your body as you fully embrace the soft bedding below you. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment made you forget about how hot you are. The warm flush radiates form your body as you both separate for cool air.

You shift, turning so you can face Soobin. He settles against the pillow next to you, facing the ceiling as he catches his breath.

“What got into you?” You ask with a trace of a laugh. Soobin snickers as he rolls his neck softly. He just shrugs.

Jake has mentioned a sister. Sunghoon has been Jake’s best friend for eight months, which in university time is a significant relationship, and in those eight months Jake has mentioned a sister the way you mention a fact about yourself — not often, not with weight, just part of the architecture. My sister would hate this song. My sister does that too. My sister—

He had formed a vague impression. He had not formed this.

He crosses the room without planning to. This is not something Sunghoon usually does — he is not a man who moves without intention, who lets rooms make decisions for him. But she is standing at the window not trying to be noticed and he is across the room noticing her and his feet have made a decision his brain is still catching up to.

He stops beside her. Looks out the window at the same piece of city.

“Jake’s friend,” she says, without looking at him.

“You know who I am.”

“Jake talks about you.” A pause. “Park Sunghoon. Pre-law. From Gangnam, which Jake finds funny for reasons he hasn’t explained.”

“My father went to school with his father. Jake finds inherited friendships amusing.”

“He finds most things amusing.” She finally looks at him. Her eyes are dark and direct and she looks at him the way very few people do — not at the surface, not at what the surface implies, but slightly past it, like she is checking whether there is more. “He also said you’re the best-looking person he knows, which coming from Jake is either a compliment or an insult.”

“How do you take it?”

She looks at him for a moment. The city behind her. The party around them. “I haven’t decided yet,” she says. And almost smiles. The almost is more interesting than the thing itself would have been.

“Park Sunghoon,” he says, extending his hand. Formal, slightly ridiculous given the setting, but it makes her actually smile.

“I know,” she says. But she takes his hand.

They talk for two hours.

He knows that she is at Yonsei, that she has read three of the same books he has and disagreed with all of them in ways he finds himself arguing against even when she is right, that she smokes occasionally and not apologetically, that she has a relationship with her father she describes as complicated in the specific way of things that are actually simple but neither party wants to say so. He knows that she laughs quietly, that she is sharp in a way she has learned to manage, that she looked at him three times like she was checking something and each time found what she was looking for.

At two in the morning Jake materialises at his shoulder drunk and delighted and says oh good, you found each other in the tone of someone who has arranged something and is pleased with the result.

She looks at Jake with the fond exasperation of a sibling who has catalogued every single one of his moves. “Go to bed,” she says.

“I’m fine—”

“Go,” she says, and Jake goes, which tells Sunghoon something about the actual balance of power between them that Jake’s performance of chaos usually obscures.

She watches him leave. Looks at Sunghoon sideways. “He arranged this.”

“Probably.”

“Does that bother you?”

He looks at her. At the dark eyes and the almost-smile. “No,” he says. “Does it bother you?”

A pause. “Not yet,” she says.

—

It happens three weeks later.

Not at a party. The Shim house, a Sunday afternoon, Jake asleep on the sofa, Sunghoon in the kitchen making coffee because he knows where everything is now. She comes in from outside with her hair down and her coat on and looks at him at the counter and he looks at her and the three weeks of thinking about her that he has been managing become, in that moment, completely unmanageable.

She takes her coat off. Hangs it over the chair. “Jake’s asleep.”

“I know.”

“He’ll be out for two hours.”

“I know that too.”

She crosses to the counter and stands in front of him and looks at him with those eyes that always check past the surface. “This is a bad idea,” she says.

“Probably.”

“Jake—”

“I know.”

She looks at him one more second. Then takes his face in both hands and kisses him and he lets her and kisses back and the coffee machine finishes and neither of them notices.

He worships her that first night.

He doesn’t plan to. It is not a word he has ever applied to himself. But she is on his bed in the low light looking at him with those checking eyes and something about being actually looked at — really looked at, past everything he usually presents — makes him slow down in a way he almost never slows down.

He takes his time. Every part of her. His mouth learning the shape of her shoulder, the inside of her wrist, the curve of her waist. She lets him for longer than he expects — she is not a patient person, he can already tell, she takes what she wants when she wants it — but she lies there and lets him and watches him do it with an expression he cannot classify yet.

He finds the scars on her thighs.

Stops. Looks at her face. She is braced — jaw set, the tension of someone waiting for a reaction. He does not give her one. He lowers his mouth to them the way he has been going about everything tonight, slowly, without ceremony, and feels her exhale like she has been holding it.

He moves back up her body. “Okay?”

She looks at him with the expression he will spend years trying to fully read. “Yeah,” she says quietly. “Yeah.”

He kisses her and she pulls him in and the patience ends for both of them

—

THREE YEARS LATER

The club is in Gangnam and it is exactly what it is without apology — dark, expensive, loud enough that the music is physical, built for powerful men spending money in ways that require no justification. Sunghoon has been here enough times to stop counting.

The private section is separated from the main floor by velvet and low lighting and the understanding that what happens here stays here, which is the function of private sections everywhere. He is in the corner booth with Jake and two other men from their circle and there are women moving through the space with the practiced ease of people who are good at their jobs.

One of them stops at their table and leans toward Jake with the specific attention of someone who has already decided he is the most interesting thing in the room, which is usually true. She is topless, dark hair, the easy confidence of someone comfortable in her body and her work. Jake looks up at her with the full wattage of his smile and says something Sunghoon can’t hear over the music and she laughs and slides into the booth beside him.

Sunghoon watches Jake’s hand find her waist and move up without hurry, familiar and unhesitating, and she arches into it with a soft sound as his fingers close over her breast. Jake is looking at her the way Jake looks at things he likes — completely, with genuine appreciation, no performance. His thumb moves across her nipple and she tips her head back and he watches her reaction with the attentiveness of someone who is thoroughly enjoying himself.

“You’re doing the face again,” Jake says, without looking at him. His hand still on her, lazy and proprietary, toying with her nipple while she makes small sounds against his shoulder.

“I don’t have a face,” Sunghoon says.

“You have seventeen faces. That one’s the thinking-too-hard one.” Jake finally looks at him. “Stop.”

A woman settles into Sunghoon’s lap before he can respond. She is warm and she smells good and she presses her mouth to his neck and he tips his head back and lets her. He lights two cigarettes from the pack on the table and passes one to Jake over her shoulder and Jake takes it without interrupting what his hands are doing and they smoke in the loud dark of the private section like they have been doing variations of this since university.

The woman in his lap shifts, rolls her hips against him slowly, and he puts one hand on her waist and exhales smoke at the ceiling and feels exactly as present as he usually feels in these places, which is partially.

Jake’s woman is whispering something in his ear now and Jake listens and then he looks at Sunghoon with the grin that means he has made a decision. “Back in twenty,” he says.

“Jake—”

“The Hannam situation isn’t until later,” Jake says, already standing, her hand in his. “Relax.”

He disappears toward the back rooms with the easy confidence of a man who has never once talked himself out of something he wanted.

Sunghoon watches him go. The woman in his lap kisses his jaw, his neck, the corner of his mouth. He turns into it and kisses her properly and she makes a pleased sound and he closes his eyes and thinks about dark hair and checking eyes and a robe and come over tonight and stops kissing her.

“I have to go,” he says.

She pulls back and looks at him. “You just got here.”

“I know,” he says. “Sorry.”

He leaves her money on the table for the inconvenience. Sends Jake a text: leaving, call me if the Hannam thing happens. Gets his jacket and walks out into the Gangnam night and gets in his car and drives.

He is at her building at one forty-seven.

She buzzes him in without asking who it is.

The elevator is mirrored. He looks at himself going up — the jacket, the shirt, the face he has been wearing all evening — and looks away. He knows what he looks like. He has always known what he looks like. With her it has never felt like the point and he has spent three years not examining what that means.

She opens the door in her robe, hair down, and looks at him the way she always looks at him when he arrives at this hour — taking him in, assessing, the dark eyes doing their checking.

“You smell like someone else’s perfume,” she says.

“Club,” he says.

“I know.” She steps back. Lets him in. “Jake?”

“Back room with a topless brunette last I saw.”

Something in her expression does the fond-exasperated thing. She steps back and lets him in and he takes his jacket off and hangs it on the chair by the door, the chair she keeps there for exactly this purpose, and she is already moving toward the bedroom and he follows because he always follows.

She drops the robe.

Black lingerie, the lamp behind her, and she looks at him the way she looks at him when they are in this room — different from every other version of her, the composed face still present but thinner, the edges of the real one visible underneath. She sits on the edge of the bed and crooks one finger and he crosses the room because he has never once not crossed the room.

She pulls him down by the front of his shirt and kisses him with the easy fluency of years — no discovery left, just the deep familiarity of two mouths that have learned each other completely and found something better than novelty on the other side of it. He kisses back and his hand finds her jaw and she makes a small sound into his mouth that does what it always does, lands in the base of his spine and stays there.

He pulls back. Looks at her. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” she says. Quieter than usual. Something in her eyes doing the checking thing, the thing he has learned to recognise as her actually being present rather than performing presence.

He reaches for her and she stops him. Both hands flat on his chest. “Lie back,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“Lie back, Sunghoon.”

He holds her gaze for a moment. Then lies back.

She takes her time about straddling him. Sits up above him and looks down at him with her hair falling forward and the lamp behind her and he looks up at her and just — looks. He is allowed to look. This is one of the things she permits in this room that she permits nowhere else, the full attention of him, and he uses it completely. The line of her throat, her collarbone, the way the lingerie sits against her skin. He reaches up and she lets his hands move over her, up her sides, her ribs, and when his thumbs brush the underwire of her bra she unclasps it herself and drops it and he exhales.

“You’re staring,” she says.

“I know,” he says. Does not stop. He is allowed to look. This is one of the things she permits here that she permits nowhere else — his full attention, uninterrupted, unapologetic — and he uses it completely. The line of her throat. The dip of her collarbone. The way the lingerie cups her tits, pushing them up just enough to make his mouth go dry.

Something moves in her expression. She leans down and kisses him and he kisses back hard, his hands coming up to her waist, and she grinds her hips down against him and he groans into her mouth — genuine, unmanaged — and she swallows it and does it again and he feels himself go from wanting to desperate in the space of one breath.

His hands move higher now, cupping her properly, thumbs dragging slowly over her nipples like he needs to confirm they’re real, like he needs to feel the way her body reacts under his hands. She inhales softly. That’s enough to undo him further.

She sits back up. Looks at him. Reaches down and wraps her hand around his cock through the fabric and squeezes once and he breathes out sharply through his nose and his hips push up without permission.

“Off,” she says, pulling at his waistband.

He lifts his hips and she gets rid of everything efficiently and sits back and looks at him — fully bare, fully wanting, completely at her mercy. His cock rests against his stomach, flushed and heavy, already leaking slightly — with focus, with intent, like she’s deciding what to do with it and wraps her hand around his cock properly and strokes him once, slow, base to tip, and watches his face do whatever his face does.

“Fuck,” he says. Under his breath. “Please—”

“Please what.” Not a question. She already knows. She strokes him again, the same pace, and his jaw tightens and his hand moves toward her wrist and she gives him a look and he puts it back on the sheets.

“You,” he says. “I want — please—”

She takes her underwear off. He watches and his cock twitches in her hand and she notices and the almost-smile appears. She positions herself over him and he looks up at her and feels the specific undoing of this — of her above him, in control, looking at him like he is something she has decided she wants — and thinks about how this is the only place in his entire life where he doesn’t mind being at a disadvantage.

She sinks down onto him slowly.

The sound he makes is not dignified. The head of his cock presses into her cunt and the sound he makes is immediate — low, full, completely unguarded, her name caught in it somewhere as she sinks down inch by inch. She takes him full and genuine and her name is in it and she takes him all the way and stills and looks down at him with dark eyes and he is gripping the sheets with both hands and his whole body is fighting the instruction to stay still.

“Okay?” she says. With the smallest edge of amusement.

“No,” he says honestly. “Move. Please move—”

She moves.

Slowly. Deliberately. Her hips rolling in a rhythm that is designed to undo him and is working, is absolutely working, his thighs tense under her and his head tips back and he says her name again in the broken way he never says anything.

“Look at me,” she says.

He looks at her. He holds her gaze while she rides him slowly, and he feels everything — the heat of her cunt wrapped around his cock, the way she grips him, the drag of every movement, the control in her pace, the way she watches him fall apart like it matters.

“You feel—” he starts.

“Don’t,” she says softly. “Just feel it.”

He feels it. He is feeling all of it, every second of it, cataloguing it the way he catalogues everything about her — with the desperate attention of someone who understands on some level that he is storing things he may not always have access to.

She leans forward and puts her hands on his chest and changes the angle and he makes a sound that comes from somewhere low and involuntary and she does it again. “There,” she says quietly. Not for him. To herself. Like she is confirming something.

“Please,” he says again. “Faster — I need—”

She speeds up. The rhythm shifts into something more urgent and his hands find her hips finally because he cannot keep them off her any longer and she lets him, lets him grip her and pull her down onto him and meet her hips with his and the sounds she makes shift too — lower, less controlled, the sounds that belong to this room and only this room.

“Sunghoon—” His name in her mouth the way she says it here, softer, the management stripped back.

“I know,” he says. “I know, I’ve got you—”

“Don’t—”

“I’ve got you,” he says anyway, and sits up with her in his lap and gets his arms around her and holds her against him and drives up into her and she gasps sharp and genuine against his neck and grabs his shoulders and holds on.

He moves with her. The rhythm is theirs — built over years, adjusted, refined, something instinctive now. Her cunt takes him deep and he gives her everything back, every thrust deliberate even as his control slips.She’s making sounds into his neck that feel like the most honest thing about either of them. He memorises every one.

“Sunghoon— god—”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, I know—”

She comes with her nails in his shoulders and his name in pieces against his skin, her cunt clenching hard around his cock, pulsing, pulling him with her. He holds her through it. Every second.

And then he follows. Buries himself deep and comes with his face pressed into her hair, his voice low and broken, something that almost forms into words, almost her name, almost something else he still doesn’t say. He lies back with her still against him. Both of them breathing. Her pulse fast against his chest. And his hands still on her like he hasn’t decided to let go.

It should end there. It doesn’t, it never does.

She’s still sitting on him when he shifts. Subtle at first — just his hands tightening on her hips — but then something steadies in him, something reorganises. His breathing evens out just enough to make room for something else.

He lifts his head and looks at her. Different now. Less undone and more focused. His hands slide from her back to her hips and grip, firm and claiming. “Turn around,” he says.

Her breath catches, but she moves. She always does. She lifts off him slowly and he exhales sharply at the loss, his cock still hard, still sensitive, still slick with her. He watches the way it slips free of her, the way her cunt clenches around nothing for a second after. “Fuck,” he mutters, almost to himself.

He doesn’t give her time to settle. His hand presses between her shoulders, guiding her down onto her hands and knees, shaping her into position with quiet certainty. “Like that,” he says. “Stay.”

She stays.

He takes a second. Just one. To look. Her back arched, her ass lifted, her cunt still wet, still open, still visibly affected by everything he’s already done to her. The sight of it lands somewhere low and heavy in him. “Jesus,” he breathes.

His hand comes down to her ass and spreads her open slowly, fingers pressing into her skin, holding her there. His thumb drags through her, slick and warm, and she shivers hard at the contact.

“Still dripping,” he says quietly. More to himself than to her.

“Sunghoon—”

The first slap lands before she can finish.

Sharp. Clean. Loud in the room. She gasps. His hand settles over the spot immediately after, pressing, feeling the heat rise under his palm like he wants to register it.

“Stay still,” he says low and controlled nothing like how he was five minutes ago.

Another slap lands but this time harder. Her whole body jolts forward.

“Fuck—”

“You like that?” he asks. She doesn’t answer fast enough. His hand tightens on her hip. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes—”

“Good.”

He smooths his hand over her again, slower now, dragging his palm across her ass, thumb pressing into the place he just hit before sliding back down between her thighs.

He looks again. Her cunt still open, still wet, still inviting. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Still like this.”

He lines himself up behind her. Then presses in. Slow at first — just the head — and she exhales sharply, her back arching deeper, her body reacting immediately. Then he pushes all the way in. One deep, smooth thrust. “Fuck—”

He doesn’t give her time to adjust. He starts moving right away, setting a pace that is already harder than before — deep, controlled thrusts that snap into her with intent, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to keep her exactly where he wants her.

“Sunghoon—”

“Yeah,” he says, breath rough. “Take it.”

He pulls out almost fully and drives back in harder. Her body jolts forward. “Fuck—”

“That’s it,” he says. “Stay right there.”

Another slap lands across her ass, the sound sharp, her reaction immediate.

“Shit—”

“You’re going to take it like this,” he says. “Yeah?”

“Yes—”

He keeps going. Harder now. Faster. The rhythm loses its restraint, becomes something more driven, more physical. The sound fills the room — skin, breath, the wet, unmistakable sound of him fucking into her. “You feel so fucking good,” he says, voice rough. “You have any idea?”

She shakes her head slightly, breath uneven. His hand slides around her body, between her thighs, finding her clit again.

He presses hard and circles tight to be in time with his thrusts. “Sunghoon— please—”

“Please what,” he says, but there’s a rough edge to it now, like he already knows.

“I’m— I’m close—”

“I know,” he says. “I can feel you.”

He thrusts deeper but keeps his hand exactly where it needs to be on her clit. “Come on,” he murmurs. “Do it.”

She does. Hard.

Her whole body tightening, her cunt clenching around him, her breath breaking into something sharp and uncontrollable. “Fuck—”

He watches it happen. Feels it. And it destroys whatever control he had left. His rhythm stutters, then turns rough, chasing it. He drives into her harder, deeper, and then he’s there — coming with a low, unfiltered groan, buried deep inside her, his grip tightening hard on her hips as his whole body locks.

He stays there. Inside her. Then he pulls out slowly. His hand immediately comes back to her hip, holding her in place. “Stay,” he says.

She does. He watches as his come starts to leak out of her, slow at first, then more, slipping down, mixing with everything else, catching the light. “Fuck,” he murmurs. His fingers drag through it, spreading it, watching the way it clings, the way her body still reacts under his touch. “Look at that,” he says quietly.

Then his hand comes down again. A sharp, deliberate slap. Like a claim. He crawls back up and wraps his arms around her sweaty body. Her pulse is fast against his chest. And his hands stay on her like he doesn’t decided to let go.

She untangles herself eventually. Always after when it feels so close to soemthing they both don’t want to name. He watches her reach for her phone on the nightstand, unlock it, type something. The screen faces him for one second before she turns it.

Heeseung.

He looks at the ceiling.

She puts the phone face-down. Gets up. Stretches. Her voice back to its normal register. “Shower. You coming?”

He looks at her. The dark hair, the checking eyes, the mark above her collarbone that he did not put there. He files it in the place where he files everything about her that he is not ready to look at directly.

“Yeah,” he says.

He follows her.

The shower is hot and she stands under it with her eyes closed and he washes her hair the way he always does, slow and thorough, and she lets him the way she always does, and he looks at her in the steam and thinks you’re my favourite in the specific private way of something that has been true for three years and has never once been said out loud.

He washes her hair.

He does not say it.

He never says it.

A/N: first of all, i’m so sorry for making you all wait for this chapter… life looked at me and said “absolutely not” and ending up giving me FOUR exam in one week. secondly… how are we feeling??? because i personally think these two need to be studied in a laboratory. as always, thank you for reading, liking, reblogging and threatening me (lovingly) to get writing