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(My first language is not English, sorry for the spelling mistakes)I accept orders, if you like my writing let me know. Totally goofy for the ficction caracters
⟢ note || low-key was just going to write this for jiung but then i got carried away by everyone else thanks to the poll i posted (i'm ovulating this week pls look away from the amount of smut that's being/may be posted) (not pr)
MASTERLIST
—⊹₊⟡⋆ JIUNG
the thought comes to you on a random day when you’d joined jiung in the studio to watch the group practice their new song. he’d been splayed out on his back after a particularly long practice run, chest heaving as he panted for breath, damp fringes plastered to his forehead, eyes unfocused as he stared up at the ceiling. it was because of him in that state that you’d been intruded with the thought of whether he'd look like that under you while you fucked him.
it’s a desire that rooted itself deep into the crevices of your mind for the next few weeks. you kept it hidden though, too nervous to bring it up to him in fear of being rejected or judged. but he’d noticed something was up with you. he would catch the way you’d stare at him at night in bed, perverted fantasies of plowing him into the mattress flashing through your mind. but when he’d ask, you’d dodged and weaved your way out of it.
but then he comes home one day with his makeup still on from a photoshoot, a prominent blush dusted prettily over his cheeks and eyes painted in a way that makes them sparkle and doe-eyed as he blinks tiredly at you. it’s like you’re possessed, the way you grab him and push him against the wall, crashing your lips over his and swallowing his alarmed yelp. you can’t keep it in any longer, that desire that laid dormant and festering inside of you for months now. “let me fuck you,” you breath into the kiss, aware of the manic look in your eyes as you looked at him. his eyes are wide as he stares down at you, processing the request.
surprisingly, it doesn’t take much more convincing for him to agree. if anything, he’d indulge you once and give it a try before he can say it’s not something he likes. besides, he’d do anything to keep you happy, even if it means a little bit of discomfort. and he can’t say he’s not a little curious about the prospect.
he complains and whines about it even after he agrees only a little bit as you lay him out on your bed and grab the strap you’d already brought, just in case the opportunity ever came and you’ve never been so happy about an impulse buy.
he’s surprisingly pliant as you undress him, and the way he watches you so intently with those wide eyes has you feeling even more insane over him.
at the first brush of your cold, lube-slicked fingers over his sensitive hole, he bristles and whines, and you have to hold his thigh down to keep him still.
he’s already panting and flushed from you working one finger in, quiet little huffs leaving his lips as he complains about how weird and cold it feels, but he still doesn’t safeword out. by the time you’ve worked three in, he’s teary eyed and whining, face scrunched with conflicted emotions as you brush your fingers over the sensitive spot inside of him. but his cock is hard against his stomach, flushed a pretty red and leaking for you steadily with each precise movement.
and when you finally push into him? his body is so rigid and tense from the unfamiliar intrusion, and the tears in his eyes start to fall. but you give him time, let him ease down, and you’re quick to kiss his sniffles away and whisper soft praises that have his eyes going hazy from pleasure rather than pain.
when he finally gives you the go, and you start to slowly rock into him, oh, your ji has never looked so pretty. his lips are parted as he pants, distant eyes locked on your face, brows scrunched as he takes your length, hands gripping your wrists that are braced at the sides of his head.
when you pick up the pace, he’s a blabbering mess, telling you that it’s too much, but that it feels so good, and then repeating your name like that’s all he knows how to do.
“you take it like such a good boy, ji,” you murmur, pressing a hand to his blushy, heated cheek, nearly imploding in on yourself when he turns his face to take your thumb into his mouth.
that only has you fucking into him harder, feeling the wet slide of his eager tongue on your thumb, watching the way his hazy eyes blink slowly up at you, hearing the little whimpers that are fucked out of him with each thrust.
you push your thumb in deeper and he just takes it. you fuck him even harder and he takes it. your pretty ji, trusting you so much to lay him out and fuck him until all he can do is babble your name and come untouched.
—⊹₊⟡⋆ INTAK
the idea comes to you on a lazy sunday evening when you wake up to the sight of intak, hazy from sleep, hair a mess, blinking up at you from where his head is lid on your chest. his doe eyes are always pretty but the sight of them looking up at you all dazed strikes you with a thought. the first thing you say to him that morning is, “would you let me fuck you?”
intak immediately bristles, flushing a deep red before he shuffles away from you, yelping “huh?!” in shock. when you ask him again, let the question process through his sleepy brain, he seems to settle around the idea surprisingly quick. “okay,” he says, and then you’re both up and searching the internet to buy what needed to be bought.
the next couple weeks are torture as you wait for it to arrive, and the times that you do get intimate are charged with an anticipation. intak has been even more susceptible to falling into a submissive headspace under your hands, easier and faster than before.
he’s been eager and whiney in bed, so much so that you’d had to give him your fingers to get him to settle down. and he’s so sensitive, more so than jiung. he’s vocal too, moaning and whining at every press as you open him up with three fingers, jerking his leaking cock in your other hand. he comes easily that way too, and you wonder just how ruined he would be when you get to fuck him properly.
and when that time finally comes, he’s unbelievable. eager doesn’t even begin to cover it. he’s like putty under your hands as you move him this way and that to get him in the position you want— legs bent at his sides with your hands under his knees as you finally push into him.
he takes you so easily, so well trained from the past few days of opening him up, swallowing you right in with a guttural groan. he’s a babbler like jiung, broken strings of sentences stumbling from his lips as you start to slowly fuck into him. he’s quick to start begging you for more, for you to go faster, harder.
you give him everything he begs for because when he’s being so sweet and taking everything like a good puppy, how could you not?
there’s just something so mind numbing at the thought of having your hunk of a boyfriend asking you to fuck him harder that has you coming back for more every few days, and he always takes it like the good boy he is <3
—⊹₊⟡⋆ SOUL
the idea actually comes from soul. though it shouldn’t surprise you, considering how much he likes to have you on top of him, whether it’s you with the control or him. he asks you when you’re in the middle of movie night and he’s sat on the floor in front of you, blinking those big eyes up at you. “do you think you could try fucking me?”
you nearly choke on your popcorn at the sudden question, in the middle of frozen no less. but once that thought’s burrowed in your head, that’s all you can think about. you really shouldn’t be surprised that he’s already turning off the tv and dragging you into your bedroom, saying that he’s already got everything and that he kind of wants it now.
you barely have time to recover from the whiplash of how quickly the projection of this night has changed but you can’t complain when he’s on the bed and undressing, already straining against his boxers. he gestures to the bottom drawing of the bedside table, clearly impatient, so you waste no time to get right to work.
he’s not as sensitive as intak and jiung but he’s fidgety, so much so to the point where you literally have to threaten to tie him up before he forces himself to settle. but that threat ignites another spark in his eye, one you take note of and file away to revisit later. because right now, you’re too focused on how easily he takes your fingers.
the soft sighs and hums that leave his lips are music to your ears. he watches you so intently, big eyes sparkling under the moonlight as he takes in the intoxicating sight of you over him, so focused on taking him apart.
you try to take it slow, to ease him into it so you don’t hurt him, but he’s too impatient and possibly a masochist because he’s bratting away at you to just fuck him already.
when you start to push into him, slowly, he wraps his legs around you to pull you in to the hilt, jaw falling open in a sharp moan as you slide into him in one go. his face scrunches in pain, and you try to pull back but all he does is start to roll his hips up to fuck himself up into you instead, whispering, “please, more.”
defeated, you press his hips down with your hands before you start to fuck him in earnest. he’s not as vocal but his body does all the talking. he’s eager as his meets your thrusts halfway, as his hands claw at your arms and shoulders, as his eyes roll back at each deep thrust.
he doesn’t even need to be touched, he cums from just the feeling of being so full. it becomes a routine after, because there’s no way soul can go without you fucking him now that he’s had a taste. and he’ll ask you every time to make it hurt a little, but don’t judge him, he just likes the way it feels knowing it's because of you!
—⊹₊⟡⋆ JONGSEOB
you’ve always wondered what jongseob might be like if he let you fuck him, it was just a matter of gathering enough courage to ask him. because you knew that if you did, it would be an immediate rejection whether he actually wanted it or not. he valued his pride and you’re not sure if pegging was something he considered a threat to it.
but it all came to a head when he’d worn that skin tight, long sleeved white shirt and you’d been plagued with the need to hold him down by his tiny waist as you had your way with him.
the obsession persisted ever since, roaring to life every time he wore something to accentuate his slim figure. you found every chance to keep a hand at his waist at all times, a casual touch while brushing by in front of others, a possessive tug as you pull him to your side with, an appreciative hold as you lean into his back.
it was during a late morning in the kitchen and you were too sleepy to be filtered that the question had slipped past you as you pressed a kiss behind his ear. you still remember the way he’d gone rigid under your hold and the way his ears heated to a bright red as he quickly shut the idea down, words stuttered through his embarrassment.
you’d pouted about it a little, but if he says no then it’s not something you’ll push him on, and you’d forced that hopeful dream to wither away in the next few weeks.
until you come home late from work one night and walk in on jongseob, squirming in bed with his sweats shoved down as he works his fingers into himself.
he doesn’t notice you, too focused and overwhelmed by stretching himself out, eyes bleary as he stares up and face scrunched cutely at the unfamiliar sensations. you’re little bit entranced as you step forward and when you come into view, jongseob startles and scrambles to hide but you’re quickly grabbing onto his arm to keep him from running off.
then he admits that he’s been thinking about it ever since you brought it up but he didn’t know how to bring it up, nearly in tears from frustration and embarrassment, but you’re quick to kiss him at ease and offer help.
when he buries his face in your chest and admits in a tiny voice that he even bought a strap for you, you’re overwhelmed by a fond aggression but it’s quickly overridden with pure desire when he blinks up at you and begs you to take care of him.
you have him on his back in no time, rapidly working your fingers into him as he grunts and squirms under you, hands curling into your half buttoned shirt as he tries to breathe through it. he’s so polite when he quietly asks you for more, and you’re moving faster than your brain can even process to push your way inside of him.
you press your hands into the sides of his waist, holding him down as you slowly press into him. he takes you well, even if he cries a little from the pain, but he adjusts quicker than you expect him to and starts immediately begging you to fuck him.
you do just that, holding onto the slim frame of his waist like you’d always wanted as you fuck him with hard thrusts that has his body bucking up from the impact. he may not start off as vocal but he gets louder the closer he gets, whimpers turning into drawn out moans and whines of your name with every deep thrust.
he may tremble through the entire thing, his nails may leave angry lines on your skin, but the poor baby’s just so overwhelmed with how full you’re making him feel, how good you’re making him feel. you might have to help him to the end with a hand around his weeping cock but that doesn’t mean he loves it any less.
he thinks he might actually die if he never gets you that way again but he’ll be too shy to ask you, so it’ll be up to you from now on to read his mood, when he wants to give himself fully up to you, but that ends up being more often than you’d think. and you’re all too pleased to help your baby through his hard days and turn his pretty head off <3
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synopsis | you’re tired of being the center point of this never ending tug of war you didn’t sign up for. when things get overwhelming with intak and jiung persistently vying for your attention at your new year’s party, you decide to put an end to it with a little friendly competition.
details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), smut, m/f/m, some m/m, intak & jiung don't like each other, jealousy, tension, kissing, meandom!jiung, switch!intak, switch!reader, oral (f. rec), fingering, choking, dry humping, coming in pants, power dynamics, orgasm control, edging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, everyone starts off very mildly drunk, race against time, porn with very little plot
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𓆩⟡𓆪 note || this is my early new year's gift to you <3 PLEASE LEAVE ALL SENSE OF LOGIC AT THE DOOR thank yew
READ PART TWO HERE
You’ve been feeling it all night. The weight of their stares. You’ve been feeling it since the day you met them but it feels particularly suffocating tonight.
Jiung and Intak are good friends of yours; sweet and kind and always there to lend a hand. But man are they obvious about their not-so-friendly feelings about you. It’s not just you who’s privy to their affections and their quiet competition; the rest of the band and everyone in your circle of friends have noticed the simmering tension between the two of them whenever it comes to you.
You can’t lie, you like the extra attention, the extra favours, and the extra flattery both of them pay you. But it gets to a point where it’s a little bit unbearable, especially with their offhanded sniping at each other and you being stuck in the middle trying to mediate. You’re feeling the pressure of their hovering and their lingering gazes even more tonight, on a night that’s supposed to be fun and free.
So to ease your slowly fraying nerves, you might have taken a shot or two faster than you should have that sent your head spinning. You’re not drunk from them but you can definitely feel the effects as you stumble your way to the kitchen to escape the crowd, to escape them.
But of course, like an emotionally attached puppy, one of them trails in after you.
“Hey,” Intak says, a little louder than necessary, probably from being a little liquor-loose. “You okay?”
You brace yourself against the kitchen counter with both hands and take a deep breath in before smiling at him over your shoulder, a little too wide to be genuine. “I’m okay! Just needed a little break from out there. Might’ve taken that second shot too quickly.”
“Oh!” He says, immediately springing into action. “Let me get you some water!” He rummages through cabinets to find a glass for you in such a hurry like it’s of the utmost importance that you’re tended to.
You watch him as he so earnestly fetches you the water, a little pout of concentration on his lips. It’s sweet of him, and really, you can’t find yourself staying too upset in his presence, not when he’s making sure you’re taken care of. Especially not when he’s aiming that cute little smile at you as he hands you the glass.
“Thank you, Taki,” you say as you take the glass and he beams like the sun. One of your favourite pastimes is to figure out all the ways you can get that smile out of him, which really doesn’t take much from you, but the most effective way is calling him by that nickname. It endears you, makes you warm all over to be the subject of that smile. You find yourself smiling back at him over the glass as you sip on the water.
“So…” He slides himself closer to you, standing with his back against the counter as he looks down at you with that same grin. “You got any New Year’s resolutions?”
You put the glass on the counter and look up at him, mirroring his position. “Hm… I have one,” you say and he leans in to hear you better. You lean in too then whisper it to him like it’s a secret. “I don’t want to be single next year.”
His eyes practically light up, and you feel a little cruel for possibly stringing him along, but he just makes it so easy for you to poke at him. He’s cute, very cute, and you can’t help but want to play with him in a fond sort of way. You like Intak when he’s on his own. It’s just when the other one is around that he becomes a bit of a problem.
“Oh, that’s cool,” he says, throwing in a little shrug to come off as nonchalant as possible. You have to hold in your snort. “Any prospects in your sight then?”
“There might be” you say, bumping your shoulder to his. “Why?”
He immediately flusters, cheeks tinging pink. “Just curious!” He says and clears his throat when it cracks midway, cheeks going aflame. “You deserve a good guy. So you know, I just wanted to know if you have, uh, one of those…”
You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “You just want to know if it’s Jiung, don’t you?” It’s not confrontational, you just want to tease him a little, see how much he’s willing to admit. You’ve never failed to see right through him.
He blinks at you, jaw going a little slack at being so bluntly called out. “I…” He looks like he’s about to argue against it but then thinks better. “Well, is—?“
Like the devil being invoked with the call of his name, Jiung’s voice cuts in before Intak can finish. “What about me?”
You curse internally. You shouldn’t have said his name.
You turn to see Jiung at the doorway, watching you both with an unreadable expression on his face and twirling a beer bottle in his hand. He’s wearing a black formal shirt with thin white stripes tucked into black jeans. You’re not used to seeing him in more formal looks like this, but it suits him quite well, you think. It accentuates the commanding sort of vibe that you’ve learned to associate with him.
The air immediately shifts as Jiung and Intak lock eyes, and it almost feels like you’ve stopped being the important thing in the room, like you’re not even there anymore for a stilted moment. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for what is sure to be another charged, uncomfortable spar of unspoken words.
“Nothing,” Intak says, standing to his full height. Something you’ve noticed he does more often whenever Jiung is near. Must be a testosterone thing, you figure; asserting dominance with his advantage in height.
Jiung saunters in casually, eyes lingering on Intak with a thin veil of heat under his gaze as he makes his way to your other side. Then it shifts to you and he gives you one of those warm smiles of his that have always done wonders to wind you down. You return the smile, feeling the effects of it already.
This is a position you find yourself in too often these days; caught between the two of them.
“Drink?” Jiung asks, holding the lip of his beer bottle up to your mouth with one of his ringed hands. Hands that you sometimes find yourself trying not to leer at. Hands that he knows he has to his advantage, if the little smirk on his lips is anything to go by when he sees your eyes lingering there a little too long.
Before you can respond, Intak is cutting in to answer for you. “No, she’s already had enough.”
Jiung’s eyes flit up over your head to look at Intak and the warmth behind his smile is immediately undercut by the cold in his gaze. “I think she can answer for herself.”
“What, are you trying to get her drunk?”
“That’s immediately where your head goes? I was just offering her a drink.”
You lower your head, sighing in exasperation. If you don’t cut this off now you’re in for an even longer night.
“And I told you, she’s—“
“Guys,” you cut in, voice raised an octave higher.
They immediately silence and you feel both pairs of eyes bearing down on you. You could get upset, scold them both for tiring you out with their catfighting the past few months, but a part of you loves the attention and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardise it.
You look up at Jiung and give him one of your disarming smiles that has the ice immediately melting away. “I’m okay, but thank you for the offer.”
“Told you,” mutters Intak petulantly. You put your hand on Intak’s elbow and he immediately mellows out too, leaning subconsciously into your touch.
You peel yourself away from the counter to stand in front of them, to escape the thick wall of tension they carry between them whenever you’re in the picture. “Actually,” you start, basking in the way they hang onto every word from your lips like you’re spewing prophecy. “I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest for a while. Take a bit of a break from socializing.”
You hope that they take the hint to leave you alone for a while but it’s almost amusing how they understand the complete opposite and jump at the opportunity, rushing to reach your side. The amusement trickles away when, once again, you’re caught between their crystal veneer of icy disdain.
“I can take her up,” Intak says just as Jiung tells you, “I’ll take you.”
Your eye twitches, and it's not from the late hour or the alcohol.
You can sense them rearing to start up another argument so you place your hands on their chests, the touch settling them down like a silent command.
“Why don’t you both take me up?” You offer because you realize there’s really no way out of this. Your careful grip on your calm demeanor is slowly slipping and you really don’t need things blowing up on what’s supposed to be a fun party to end off the year. You should play the good hostess and do what it takes to prevent that, even if it’s at the risk of your own sanity.
Surprisingly, they relent, though not without another ‘subtle’ glare shared between them over your head. They both go to place a hand on your lower back but accidentally brush against each other so they quickly divert with Jiung’s hand pressing higher against your back and Intak’s going respectfully lower. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or roll your eyes.
“Come on.” Intak urges you forward and the three of you make the climb up to the second floor, away from the noise and the people.
It’s silent through the trip to your room. Neither of them detach from you as you make your way to your bed until you take a seat at the foot of it, at which they reluctantly let their hands slide off. They don’t move away though, they just hover by where you sit, seemingly in a silent conversation with each other if their shifting eyes and twitching expressions were anything to go by. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re trying to convince the other to leave.
“Why don’t you both sit?” You ask instead, patting the bed on either side of you. Maybe you can magically convince them to be comfortable with spending time with you at the same time so you don’t have to live with any more awkwardness; you could do with a New Year’s miracle.
Their response to you, as usual, is immediate. They slide into the spots not bothering to leave any space between them and you, but at least they’re behaving and not barking at each other like very unthreatening dogs.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room before,” Jiung says, glancing around before tilting his head towards you with a cute smile. “It’s very you.”
“Very pretty,” Intak adds smoothly with an equally cute grin, bumping his shoulder into yours.
Despite it all, you find yourself charmed by him, as always, and bump your shoulder back to his. “You flatter me.”
Jiung scoffs, ‘hiding’ his distaste behind a forged smile. “There he goes again,” he says, teasingly, but you can hear the condescension behind his words. “Flirting with anything that smiles at him.”
Intak doesn’t look miffed for a change; he looks cocky as he leans forward to look over at Jiung with an equally feigned smile. “Are you mad I have game?”
“No, but I suppose your game doesn’t come with decorum, does it?” Jiung fires back easily.
“Guys—” You try to intercept again but your plea falls on deaf ears this time.
“You wanna talk about decorum?” Intak asks, his smile now more of a scowl. “How about not butting in where you’re not concerned?”
Jiung’s smile twitches into something more dangerous, heated with warning. “How’s Suni by the way?” He pivots away, says that name dripping with vitriol. “You talked to her tonight yet? I think she was looking for you earlier.”
You couldn’t care less about who Suni was but Jiung seems all too satisfied with himself when Intak turns a shade paler. Intak turns to you and opens his mouth to defend himself but you’re pushing yourself up to your feet.
“Guys!” You snap, facing them with a glare. “I swear, if I have to bring this into the New Year with me, I’m going to blow both of your brains out and then my own.”
That shuts them up. They blink owlishly at you, shocked at your sudden outburst. You’ve never been pushed to the point of shouting at them before but you really don’t think you can take another day of tiptoeing around this.
You take a deep breath to get a handle on your tone. No time like the present to get to the bottom of whatever the hell this is, you think to yourself. “You both want me right?”
They both look taken aback by the question, scandalized almost. “How’d you know?” Intak asks earnestly, like he hasn’t been overtly flirting with you and trying to ask you out without asking you out for the past three months.
“You can’t be serious right?” You raise your brow at them. “You’re the two most obvious idiots I know.”
When they start avoiding your gaze and squirming, looking equally chastised, you sigh and take your seat between them again. “Look,” you start, then pause to pick your next words carefully. Your eyes shift to the clock which reads a little before 11pm, and you remind yourself that you really don’t want to drag this issue into the New Year with you, a year you promised yourself would be all about solutions and not problems. So, you make an executive decision.
“You both want me?” You wait for an affirmative nod from both of them before continuing. “You have over an hour until the New Year. Figure it out by then or neither of you will see this room again.”
You’re not even sure what it is you’re proposing, but you’re just praying they’ll come to some sort of solution on their own. And if this chases them away from you, you can just find a new plaything next year.
They stare at you, trying to figure out what exactly you’re proposing. When they come to some sort of understanding, they start sizing each other up and you’re getting the creeping suspicion that you’re gonna have to clean blood off the floors if you don’t intervene.
“Punches allowed?” Intak says, pulling off his baby blue sweater to reveal a white tee, leaving his tan and toned arms exposed. You try not to stare but you don’t think he’d mind so you do it anyway.
Jiung rolls his eyes as he starts rolling up his sleeves, pale, veiny forearms joining Intak’s arms for your viewing pleasure. “How else would we do it?” He snarks.
You snap yourself out of your leering when the words register in your head. “No!” You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “Nothing bloody or violent.”
You’re met with more silence as you search the ceiling for some sort of divine intervention and when you lift your head again, you’re met with the sight of them having another one of their silent conversations. But this one doesn’t seem to be an argument.
You nearly flinch when they both turn their heads to you simultaneously after some time, fixing you with a calculating look that is eerily similar to each other; one you’ve seen both of them wear when they’re trying to figure out a new track together.
“It can be physical though, right?” Jiung asks, leaving you to wonder what he’s getting at.
“Just nothing violent?” Intak adds, tilting his head.
You shrug, just glad that they seem to have come to some idea of a solution. Whatever gets the job done. “Sure.”
“Alright then,” Jiung starts. He turns his body so he’s sat facing you, Intak mirroring him on your other side. “You’re going to choose.”
You shake your head no. “If I had a favourite I would’ve chosen by now.”
“Then we’ll just have to convince you, won’t we?” Intak says with a crooked half smile that promises trouble.
You’re not sure if it’s the fading buzz from the alcohol making your body warm up or if it’s the way they both leer at you with a heat in their eyes hungering for victory and for you.
A breath leaves you like it’s been punched out of your lungs when you realize the direction this is heading. But you can’t find a bone in your body that wants to reject it.
“Before we start,” Jiung says, not doing anything to hide the way his eyes rake over your figure. You feel fire licking through your insides under his scrutiny. “How many drinks has everyone had?”
“One,” Intak answers, eyes focused on yours in heated interest.
The air has shifted with something heavy and electric, one you find yourself wanting to suffocate in for a change.
You swallow, holding yourself still so you don’t squirm under their gaze. If this is where the night is headed, you don’t plan on making it easy for either of them. Not after all the headache they’ve caused you. “Two,” you say. “Might as well be just one where I’m at now.”
“One,” Jiung says with an approving nod. His eyes are just as, if not more, intense as Intak’s when they catch your gaze as it shifts from Intak’s.
“How does this work?” Intak asks, and you have to rip your eyes away from Jiung’s alluring hold so you can think clearly.
“You’re going to convince me who’s more… skilled. I decide who does what best,” you say the first things that come to mind. “Whoever wins more takes the cake. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
You try to appear as unaffected as you can but the prospect of what might be unfolding is exciting you in ways you haven’t been excited before.
“Good,” Jiung says. “Then we’ll start with—“
Jiung doesn’t get a chance to finish before Intak pounces. He grabs your jaw and pulls you to him as he crashes his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss. Jiung’s curse fades into the background as you feel yourself melting into Intak’s plush lips, sighing as you kiss him back with a languid vigour.
Intak isn’t having that though; he slides his hand into your hair to keep you in place as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, demanding more.
It’s a little scary how quickly you feel yourself giving into him. You don’t get much time to relish in the way Intak takes you whole with just a kiss before there’s another hand on your cheek, pulling you away only to be met with a new pair of lips, one that’s slower and more sensual against you.
This one is intoxicating in a new way; it’s careful and searching rather than taking but no less heated. Jiung’s lips are thinner but soft as they press to yours in a hypnotic rhythm.
You make a soft noise as Jiung’s hand slides down to the base of your neck, just holding you there as he kisses you. You can feel your body growing needy with each second that passes.
You feel Intak’s inquiring hand on your thigh, squeezing gently as a reminder that he’s still there. You feel his exhale against your ear as he noses into your hair, breaths running shorter with his impatience.
“C’mon,” he mutters when Jiung doesn’t relent and then pulls you back into him with his hand back on your jaw.
You nearly get whiplash at the sudden change of pace with Intak’s insistent lips back against yours. Jiung’s don’t leave you completely though; he mutters another curse at Intak before he trails hot, wet kisses down your jaw then down your neck where his hand is still pressed while Intak tries to devour you whole.
You feel dizzy with all the sensations running through you, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of it’s that you’d rather be nowhere else than right between them, a thought that would’ve made you laugh in the face of it mere minutes ago.
Intak’s tongue suddenly prodding between your lips has you gasping, giving him the opportunity to slip right in. You accept him with a soft moan, your hand clutching onto the sheets for support as you feel yourself crumble under his lips.
Jiung doesn’t let you forget him though. He squeezes against the base of your neck for a short moment that has you reeling, before he slides down the shoulder of your dress with his other hand so he can attach his lips to the exposed expanse of your skin. He lets the hand around your neck feather down your figure, a touch that’s light but already has you squirming under it.
You hear, and feel, his low chuckle against your shoulder as he trails his warm hand back up, sliding against your thigh, up your stomach, then up to your chest where he stops and kneads your breast.
The sudden sensation has you pulling back from Intak’s lips with a gasp and Jiung doesn’t waste the opportunity to capture your lips back with his. You’re not sure what’s left and right or what’s up and down anymore with the back and forth but gods is it thrilling.
“Asshole,” you hear Intak mutter bitterly before he attaches himself to your neck, all teeth and tongue.
Jiung barely pulls back enough to retort, “Fair game.” You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he continues to work your mouth open to take his tongue. His hand stays on your chest as he circles his finger over your clothed nipple, working it to a stiff peak that he then tugs at between his fingers.
You whimper into the kiss, arching your chest further into his touch and he gives it another squeeze before sliding his hand down to your lower stomach, just letting you feel the heat of him through your thin dress.
All while Intak trails his lips back up your neck, up your jaw, and trails to your lips that are still against Jiung’s before stopping right at the edge of where you’re connected. He nips impatiently at your jaw when you don’t turn to him. You relent with a chastising hum, too tongue tied (literally) to say anything, and pull away from Jiung to turn to kiss Intak instead.
“You’re just hogging her now, cheater,” Jiung grumbles but Intak doesn’t bother responding, too busy licking his way back into your mouth.
You’d nearly forgotten what this was all for, but none of it brought you nowhere near a clearer decision. Intak’s kiss is mind-numbing but Jiung’s hand is head-spinning in its own way as it trails and caresses over your body before it settles against your thigh.
Your hands are clenched into the sheets at your sides, too afraid to wander into the lion's den that was Intak and Jiung’s rampant hunger. Your legs press together to soothe over the rapidly growing ache in your core, a move that isn’t missed by Jiung as his hand presses into the flesh of your thigh and yanks your legs back open.
“Dirty girl,” he breathes right into your ear before he lets his tongue trace the shell of your ear.
You whimper, a sound that is swallowed right up by Intak’s unrelenting tongue as it basically fucks itself into your mouth.
You’re not sure when it happened but you only become aware that Jiung has snuck his hand up your dress when you feel fingers prodding against your clothed core, right over the growing wet patch on your panties.
You rip away from Intak’s lips with a loud yelp when Jiung’s finger brushes over your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” Jiung growls, pressing against the spot again that has another sharp spike of pleasure climb through your body, leaving you jerking against the touch. “She’s so fucking wet.”
Intak, who’s dazed from the kiss, snaps back into himself and fumbles to shove his hand up your dress to feel for himself but is quickly stopped by Jiung who grabs his wrist and pulls it back.
“Not yet,” Jiung snaps. You whine a little that the hand is gone, already missing the stimulation. You try to chase for more by subtly rolling your hips down and grinding against the bed for some form of pressure, but then Jiung is grabbing your thigh again and lifting it up so you can’t anymore while shooting you a sharp look. “Not so fast, darling. Gotta let us know how we’re doing, don’t you?”
You curse under your breath, foolish to think you were fully in control of a situation where Jiung was involved. You lick your lips, a motion that both men latch onto as they wait for your answer. You take a few breaths to steel your mind back to focus.
“Kissing goes to Intak,” you start. Intak turns to Jiung with a self satisfied grin, but you continue before he can get a word in. “But Jiung’s better with his hands.”
Despite the way Jiung’s lips tick up into a momentary smirk, he looks unsatisfied.
“So no one’s in the lead yet?” Intak asks, pouting now. It’s even more adorable with his kiss-swollen lips.
You shrug, feigning nonchalance as you lean back onto your elbows. “You still have—“ you glance at the clock, “—fifty minutes. Plenty of time to change my mind.”
Jiung smiles down at you as his hand finds your thigh again. “You said I’m good with my hands,” he starts, that dangerous heat in his eyes returning. “Let me fuck you with them?”
Your thighs twitch to clamp together at his lewd words but his iron grip on your leg doesn’t allow them to.
“What the hell,” Intak cries. “What about me?”
Jiung turns to glare at him. “You’ll get your turn.”
Their attention falls back to you when you shuffle up the bed to lean back against your mountain of pillows.
“Do what you need,” you tell them, trying to come off as unbothered (even though they both clearly know otherwise) and they’re immediately climbing up to join you. You knew your queen-sized bed would come in handy someday.
You can see that both of them are already hard and straining against their jeans but neither of them pay any mind to it. Their sole focus seems to be on you and you can’t say you’re complaining.
Intak is eager as he shucks your dress up to your waist, revealing your navy lace panties damp with arousal, a sight that has both men pausing and momentarily short circuiting. Then Jiung’s hands are reaching for them and yanking them right off of you and then Intak is shoving your legs apart.
“Fuck.” You’re not sure who whispers it but you see Jiung grabbing himself through his jeans, squeezing himself as his eyes lock right onto your gushing heat. Intak looks no less affected as he stares, licking his lips and swallowing down a quiet groan.
You feel both thrilled and too exposed, a confusing feeling that has you wanting them to just get on with it. “Well?” You prod, shuffling to sink a little further into your pillows.
Jiung snaps out of it and moves forward, seating himself in front of your parted legs but angled enough so that he could still show off to Intak who’s still in a daze as he settles down behind Jiung to keep an eye.
“You’re into this,” Jiung teases as he slides two fingers over your slick folds, feather light and avoiding your clit. “Aren’t you?”
Your legs twitch at the first brush of his fingers and you have to fight not to buck up into the touch. “I don’t think any self respecting woman wouldn’t be,” you mumble as you struggle to keep your voice steady.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says as he swipes his fingers between your folds, firm enough for his fingers to come back with a string of slick connecting to your core.
You want to curse at him for deliberately skipping over your clit but he looks too enamoured by the slick that coats his digits. “Don’t tease,” you warn, though the situation isn’t really in your hands anymore.
Jiung seems all too aware of his advantage as he just smiles devilishly at you. “None of that,” he chides, before letting his middle finger press through your folds and circle teasingly around the outside of your entrance.
“You’re not winning yourself any favour with this,” you try to warn again through laboured breaths. You want to reach down and shove him in or do it yourself if you have to. You hate how much you’re already affected by just a few teasing brushes.
“I think I know what I’m doing,” he says, his deep voice dripping with conceit as he lets his finger tease you for another agonizing moment before he’s pressing it all the way inside in one smooth slide until you can feel the cold of the ring around his finger against your folds.
You gasp, your walls clenching down on his finger that’s long and slim and reaching inside you so deep. He keeps it still in there, lets you writhe for a while before he shows you mercy and then he’s pulling it out all the way and then pushing it back in, starting to pump it in and out of you in a slow rhythm. But it’s enough to feel like everything after all the build up, enough to have you clutching your sheets and breathing heavily.
You see Intak clutching himself over his jeans in a vice grip as he watches Jiung’s finger work in and out of you, the lewd sounds of your slick coating the way in and out the only sound along with your mingled breaths.
Soon, it’s a second finger, and then a third one at that same, torturing speed. His movements are sharp and precise, aimed to bring you as much ruin as possible with each motion. “She just takes me right in,” Jiung mutters as he watches in awe with how quickly your walls accommodate his third finger. You’re not sure if he’s talking to Intak or just himself. You don’t have the mind to pay attention when you’re heaving and whimpering with every brush of his cold rings against your folds each time his fingers sink all the way in.
“Please,” you mumble, your hips bucking up involuntarily in search for more. Your neglected clit throbs with no reprieve.
“Could probably fuck her right now, no problem,” Intak mumbles, still palming himself through his jeans, denied from relieving himself any further by Jiung for the sake of the game. The game that you wouldn’t play a part in if you knew it would lead to being tortured like this.
You don’t know what it was, whether it was your plea or Intak’s words, that seems to snap Jiung’s patience, and without a warning, he’s fucking his fingers into you at a fast, relentless pace.
You scramble for purchase, your body thrashing at the sudden onslaught of sensation. “J-Jiung!” You yelp, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts with a mind of their own.
Then he crooks his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside of you, and you feel your body seize up like a taut band, ready to snap any second—
—and then he’s ripping his hand out of you and you cry out at the loss, collapsing down on the bed in a crumpled, gasping mess.
You look up at Jiung in shock, in betrayal, in anguish. “What the fuck?” You snap, but you feel like sobbing, your body crying in search of that denied payoff. You try to clamp your legs together to give your clit some stimulation but Jiung is holding your legs apart, denying you once again.
“Can’t cum just yet, doll,” Jiung says with a smirk that you’d really like to slap off his pretty face. “Wouldn’t be fair to Intak, now would it?”
Intak reanimates when he hears his name and shoves Jiung out of the way so he could take his place. You scowl at Jiung’s too proud face as he settles beside Intak, who’s staring at your core like he wants to devour it whole.
Jiung notices and quickly interjects. “Fingers first,” he says in a patronizing tone that has Intak bristling and glaring at him.
“I know what to do, shut up,” he snaps. Then he’s laser focused on you again and you wither under his intense gaze. You don’t have to plead with him before he’s prodding at your core and bumping against your clit, albeit a little clumsily, but it pools a satisfying heat in your gut so you’re not complaining.
Your legs lock up as he starts to circle your clit with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as it finally gets some stimulation. The gasps that leave your lips would normally find you embarrassed but you can’t find yourself caring right now. But then that pressure is gone too fast and instead he’s shoving two fingers inside of you, shorter than Jiung’s but thicker, and pumping them into you at a fast pace right off the bat. Your body trembles from the sudden change, breathy moans spilling from your lips with every thrust of his hand.
“She’s so wet,” you hear him muse through your haze. He shifts his hand so that the heel of his palm presses against your aching clit with every thrust and you think you might just combust.
But the rhythm is choppier and he can’t quite pinpoint that spot inside of you so it makes the climb up to your peak slower and more frustrating, but the stimulus to your clit along with the rapid in and out of his fingers helps you get up there and you get so close again, right to the edge before Jiung cuts in.
“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with arousal as he watches you gush around Intak’s fingers.
You let out a frustrated cry when Intak pulls his fingers out of you, your body quivering at the loss.
“Poor baby,” Intak coos mockingly before he brings up his slick-coated fingers and slides them into his mouth, sucking them clean off with a satisfied hum. “Taste so sweet.”
You cunt throbs pathetically at the sight.
“Well?” Jiung says, bringing your attention back to him. “Who was it this time?”
You scowl at him, the one who’s denied you twice now, but the one whose fingers you’re craving to have back inside of you. You don’t want to admit that though, not after he’s tortured you like that.
Jiung sees your inner turmoil and grins. “Don’t lie, pretty. It’s just gonna be your loss in the end if you do.”
You take a deep breath. How could you keep forgetting?
You face him with a faux saccharine smile, though the way your body still tremors surely undercuts the effect. “It’s you, Jiungie,” you say in a voice that’s just as sweet and just as taunting.
You immediately regret it when his expression shifts with dark glee. You don’t even get time to process what’s happening before he’s shoving his way between your legs, pushing them apart with his hands, and burying his face into your heat. He’s lapping through your folds and flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, before he attaches his lips harshly to your clit
It’s at once that it all comes rushing back and this time it doesn’t stop. It comes and it comes and it comes as you clamp your thighs around his head, push his face further into you with your hand in his hair, and frantically grind your clit against his laving tongue.
Your orgasm slams through you, your body seizing up and your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you feel wave after wave of white hot pleasure roll through you. You’re not sure how long it lasts before you fall back against the bed, heaving and shaking as Jiung licks you through your high and pulls you back down to earth with his fingers digging into your thighs.
You push at his head when the pleasure turns to overstimulation as he keeps licking at you, too brainless to say anything as you lay there and gasp for breath from the intense orgasm.
You’re brought out too quickly from your bubble of bliss by Intak’s seething voice. “What the hell?”
Jiung sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking all too pleased with himself. “Hm?”
“That was cheating!”
He quirks his brow, leaning back on his hands as he watches you, admiring the state that he’s left you in. “How so?”
Intak flounders for a moment before he glares at him. “Obviously she’s going to favour you for that, you let her cum.”
Jiung just shrugs, like he couldn’t be bothered since it’s not his problem. If you weren’t still floating out of your body, you might have cut in to mediate. But you’re not sure your voice works right now.
“If you’re so good with your mouth,” Jiung says as he shuffles out of the way. “Make her cum again on your tongue.”
Intak keeps Jiung under his ire for a moment longer than you think is necessary, quietly cursing him with his eyes. But he takes to the challenge, shifting his focus back to you.
You squirm under his gaze. “Can I get a minute?” You ask, your breaths slowly evening out.
He lowers himself down to you, laying on his stomach as he pries open your legs again. “I don’t really want to wait,” he admits, hovering over your cunt.
Your hips jolt when his breath brushes over your clit as he speaks, even just that small sensation overwhelming your sensitive nerves. He catches that and grins, his eyes dropping down to the slick mess that Jiung left behind. He leans closer, and just to be a little shit, blows right against your clit and gets you jerking again, a strangled yelp escaping your lips.
“So sensitive,” Jiung comments teasingly from where he’s sitting at the corner of the bed, brushing his thumb over the outline of his boner through his jeans.
Intak doesn’t take his eyes off of your cunt as he scolds Jiung to, “Stay out of it,” before he’s turning his head and pressing his lips against your inner thigh.
You take a shaky breath at the heat that spreads up to your core when he nips at the sensitive flesh there. The heat grows with each kiss he plants as he makes his way up but stops just before he can make contact with your twitching cunt and switches over to pay the same attention to your other thigh. He buries his lips in the nook between your inner thigh and pelvis and bites the flesh there, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your overworked clit.
“Taki,” you mumble, feeling yourself already growing needy again under his ministrations.
Intak makes a noise in the back of his throat at the nickname. “Still need a minute?” He asks cockily into the side of your folds. He’s doing everything just to give you something without giving you anything and you’re starting to feel that tension in your gut return.
You card your hand through his hair gently which gets his eyes to flit up to yours. You hold his eyes with yours, give him a small smile, then you grab a fistful of his hair and tug sharply.
Intak’s eyes roll back as his mouth falls open in a deep moan, the reaction going straight to your head and making you dizzy. He blinks his gaze back to you when you loosen your grip, but his eyes are left a little dazed. He holds your eyes for a moment, his tongue flicking out to lick his lower lip as he reels himself back, his cheeks reddening.
He looks sheepish for a moment. But then he's using his thumbs to pry apart your folds and he’s leaning in and dragging the flat of his tongue firmly against your cunt from the base all the way to your clit, his eyes rolling back again. The taste of you gets a guttural groan from him and you feel the bass of it against you, your hips jerking away from the touch to your overstimulated clit which leaves like a burn. But that doesn’t stop Intak; one taste wasn’t enough and he won’t stop until he’s sated.
“So good,” he mumbles before he buries his tongue between your folds, licking up the slick that’s starting to gather pool with whatever was left from before. He moans into you and brings your thighs over his shoulders as he continues to drink you up. “S’fuckin’ good.”
Your breaths are harder to keep in as you involuntarily buck up into his mouth, trying to push away but chase for more at the same time. You squirm where you lay at the onslaught of sensations, all sharp breaths and whimpers. Your eyes fall onto Jiung who’s watching where Intak is burying himself into you with dark eyes and his palm digging onto his hardened length. You’re not sure if you’re too pleasure drunk but you think you see his eyes on Intak rather than where he’s mouthing at you.
Your attention is brought back to Intak when his lips attach to your swollen clit and you feel the rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue against it. You cry out, your hand digging harder into his head, pushing him farther into you but he seems all too eager to suffocate himself in your cunt.
The burn is fading from pain to pleasure now as Intak continues earnestly sucking at you. You can see through the fog that he’s starting to half heartedly grind himself into the mattress, a sight that sends your head spinning for a moment. He detaches from your clit with a final flick of his tongue before he diverts to your entrance, licking up the fresh wave of arousal that’s pooled there. He groans at the taste, the vibrations from his tongue sending you squirming. “Taste so good,” he groans again before he digs his tongue inside and starts to fuck you rapidly with it in single minded focus, his eyes falling closed as he gives all of himself into it.
You roll your hips in tandem with his tongue, fucking yourself up onto it with your thighs clamping against the sides of his head. A moan rips out of you when you feel the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit with every movement, and that’s what starts to bring your next orgasm barrelling through you in mere moments. It comes faster than you expect, quicker than the first, rushing through you before you can prepare for it.
“Intak!” You yell as you come, your upper body springing up off the bed as your climax rips through you. Intak tries to press himself even further in as he licks you up, not letting a single drop slip past him as you gush onto his tongue. Your hand stays buried in his hair as you grind up against his face while he grunts and moans as he drinks you all up and brings you through your high.
You collapse back down, gasping for air as your thighs release his head, and your hips start to buck away from him as you teeter into overstimulation again. Intak slowly detaches from you with a soft kiss to your aching clit, rising up on his elbows.
And the sight of him— cheeks flushed, mouth covered in your slick, and eyes dazed and far away as he stares at your twitching folds like he had genuinely gotten drunk off the taste of you— has you clenching around nothing.
You feel yourself freeze when his eyes flick up to yours, hunger still rampant behind the haze as he pants for air.
Then he’s looking away from you and back at Jiung, who’s watching Intak a little stunned with his mouth slightly agape, his hand still tightly grasping himself through his dark jeans. He bristles out of his stupor when Intak looks at him, a red tinge flushing over his pale cheeks.
“How’s that for good?” Intak asks cockily, voice rough like he’s the one who went through it.
Jiung blinks and steels his expression to an unreadable, neutral one. “Not for me to decide, is it?” He says as he glances up at you.
It takes a second for you to catch on. Intak sits back and you press your legs together, sitting up and shuffling back further to sit against the headboard. You try not to wince and tremble as you do but you’re still feeling the tremors of the aftermath and it doesn’t get past Intak and Jiung as they watch you.
“So?” Jiung urges. “Who is it?”
You glance between the two of them, chewing on your lower lip. “Intak gets that one,” you say, and Jiung surprisingly doesn’t seem affronted by that, rather nods like he’d been expecting it.
Intak grins but it doesn’t stay for long. “Wait. That makes us tied again.”
You swallow, nodding. “I guess it does.” You try to convince yourself that you’re not just prolonging this for your own pleasure; but when you think harder, you really can’t choose who you prefer.
“Well the only thing left is for us to fuck you,” Jiung says and Intak’s eyes light up again.
“Nope,” you say immediately, ignoring the way your core pulses in interest at the thought of having them, both of them, inside you. Letting them both have you wouldn’t solve your problem, no matter how tempting it is; it might just make things worse. You can’t even imagine the chaos that might ensue if you had to split your time for both of them while also keeping them satisfied.
Intak nearly whines. “What? How else are we supposed to keep going then?”
“I could use four fingers this time,” Jiung offers.
“Nope,” you say again, smiling a little at their growing frustration. Your smile widens as an idea comes to you, one that’s probably taking things a little too far and probably unfair, but one that’s far more tempting than having both of them. “I have an idea.”
Jiung narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t trust that smile.”
“You probably shouldn’t.”
Intak groans, reaching over to tug impatiently at your ankle. “Just tell us.”
You tilt your head, letting your eyes rake over the both of them, pausing on Jiung as a smirk plays on your lips. You can’t ignore the way you noticed Jiung watching Intak, so really, you wouldn’t be completely over the line proposing this, even if it was largely for your own entertainment. But they seem willing enough to do what it takes for you and it’s just too tempting to not take advantage of that. Well, that's what you’ve already been doing so far. What’s a little more?
“I want to make this a little more interesting,” you say, smoothing your dress down to cover yourself up. “Whoever can make the other cum first, wins.”
The next few moments are silent as they stare at you, trying to make sense of the words that have just come out of your mouth. You try to smother your smirk but fail, thrilled and satisfied with the way they’re both left speechless. If this is a battle between them both, what better way than to settle this by defeating the other?
When the proposition finally processes for Jiung, he glares at you. But you don’t miss the way the red on his cheeks deepen to a crimson. “What kind of idea is that?”
You shrug, your smirk pulling into a wide grin. “A fair one. If you want to back out, you can. But that means Intak wins.”
Jiung’s scowl deepens. Intak blinks rapidly as it seems to finally click for him. But he doesn’t complain like you expected he might have; he just goes silent as he turns his head to stare at Jiung.
They’re in another one of their silent conversations but the air feels charged with something else now, something heavier.
Jiung’s jaw tightens as his gaze hardens on Intak, warning. “Don’t,” he says quietly.
But Intak’s eyes only fall to Jiung’s lips, tongue flicking over his own subconsciously. The motion gets Jiung’s attention and his expression falters just a little. Intak catches that and takes the opportunity, lurching forward to grab the collars of Jiung’s shirt and crush their lips together. Jiung’s hands fly up to clutch Intak’s wrists, tensing up all over under Intak’s grasp.
You can only watch with bated breath as Intak pulls back to look down at Jiung, an unrelenting fire in his eyes as he waits for some sort of response. When Jiung does nothing, he shuffles over to settle on Jiung’s lap, straddling him.
Jiung swallows as his resolve cracks a little more, looking up at Intak with a look that’s more conflicted now, hesitant and like he’s having to control himself. You don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs with a rough swallow, the way his blush climbs up his ears and down his neck, the way his fingers dig into Intak’s wrists but don’t push.
“C’mon, hyung,” you hear Intak whisper, shifting to align his hips right above Jiung’s. He glances over to the clock on the wall, the one you probably should have been keeping a closer eye on. “We don’t have much time.” You can’t be bothered to check the clock to see if that’s actually true, your gaze is glued to the scene playing out in front of you, in your bed, like some sort of fucked up fetish fantasy come to life.
Jiung takes in a sharp breath and parts his lips to let it out as a quiet grunt, his brows furrowing in concentration. It’s that stubbornness in him that’s taking rein in spite of what he actually wants, what he seems to crave more now than anything.
But then Intak is rolling his hips down in a pointed grind and all resolve is thrown out the window as Jiung crashes his lips to Intak’s in a hard, demanding kiss.
Intak fights back just as hard, because it’s more of a battle than it is a kiss, and Jiung moves one hand to dig into Intak’s hair before pulling hard.
Intak whimpers as his head is yanked back, exposing the expanse of his neck that Jiung immediately wraps his free hand around to squeeze and cut off blood flow.
You’re left breathless when Intak seems to immediately crumble under Jiung’s hands, letting out a choked moan as his eyes roll back, lips parting with ragged breaths. Like they’re disconnected from his thoughts and any sense of control, his hips buck frantically against Jiung’s like he’s doing anything he can to prolong every bit of pleasure rushing to his head.
Jiung seems just as taken aback with how quickly Intak submits under his touch, but that shock quickly shifts into hunger, hot and eager as he grinds his hips up, making Intak let out another needy whine.
“Fuck,” Jiung breathes before he’s letting go only to push Intak onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling him and grinding his cock right down onto Intak’s boner.
Intak yelps out in pleasure. “H-Hyung!” He gasps, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Jiung’s hips as Jiung rewraps his hand around his throat, holding him down as he repeats the motion in hurried, unrelenting movements.
Jiung looks unbelievable; his brows pinched with concentration, his jaw working over grit teeth as he tries to fight against the grunts slipping through his own lips, the thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin and giving him an unearthly glow. His eyes are impossibly dark as he focuses on Intak’s face, drinking in every little reaction he’s getting from the boy, the very one he’s been spitting fire back and forth with for months now, reduced to nothing but a whining, writhing mess under his very hands.
Intak looks just as unreal; his face completely blissed out and twitching with every shock of pleasure, eyes glazed over and teary as they look reverently up at Jiung, plush lips parted as he pants, his own hips bucking up pathetically but being overwhelmed by Jiung’s stronger ones, being pressed into the mattress by them as he’s helpless to do anything but take it all for once with no space to fight back.
You’re breathless as you watch them, the sight and sounds of their breaths and moans making you heady with another wave of arousal, an even stronger one this time around. You have to clamp your thighs to relieve that throbbing that’s persisting in your core.
Intak suddenly scrambles to grab onto Jiung’s arm that’s holding him down by the neck, making pathetic little whines as his body trembles and jerks under Jiung. You can tell by the panicked look in his eye that he’s nearing the edge and won’t last much longer.
Jiung doesn’t miss it; he never misses anything. “What’s wrong?” He asks, tone taunting, emphasizing it with a hard grind over Intak’s cock. His voice is rough and gravelly through laboured breaths, a sound that goes right to your core. “Where’s your fight, Taki?”
Intak whimpers and thrashes under him, a small tear hanging precariously off the corner of his eye. “P-Please!” He pants.
“Please what?” Jiung scowls, tightening his hand around his throat that has Intak’s jaw dropping and eyes rolling back. He laughs coldly at the pathetic whine that Intak lets out when he loosens his hand again. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch while I fuck her.”
Intak lets out a grunt of protest, seeming too blissed out and overwhelmed to form words anymore. His nails dig into Jiung’s exposed forearm, whether to brace himself or as retaliation, you don’t know.
Jiung seems unphased as he leans down to whisper into his ear, but you catch the words regardless, and the command in his voice nearly has you reacting.
“Just as long as you just come for me.”
The next moment seems to pause in frame as Intak goes completely silent and his body freezes up. Jiung takes the opportunity and rolls his hips down, hard, and that has Intak wailing as his entire body jerks so hard that it nearly has Jiung toppling off. But Jiung stays planted on, doubling down and rocking Intak through his orgasm as the boy practically sobs through it, trembling with it before going completely boneless, his arms dropping at his sides, his jaw going slack as he pants, his eyes going faraway again, the tear at his eye finally making its way down.
All Jiung can do is stare down at Intak as he slows to a stop, his hand loosening around his throat but staying put. The only sound is Intak’s ragged breaths, Jiung’s deep, stable ones, and your stuttering ones as you try to keep ahold of your sanity.
You watch as Jiung watches Intak, savouring the state of mess he’s left him in. Then Jiung’s eyes are snapping up to yours and you nearly flinch from the intensity of them. His gaze is everything Jiung encompasses— calculating, authoritative, demanding— but dialed to eleven.
His smile is wolfish and downright terrifying as he commands, “Dress off, sweetheart.”
You find yourself complying without a second thought, slipping your dress off with limbs that don’t quite feel like yours. Jiung’s hands are on you within seconds and he’s throwing you down onto your stomach with rough and hurried movements. You perch yourself up to your hands and find that you’re facing where he’d left Intak laid out at the foot of your bed.
Intak is blinking slowly like he’s regaining consciousness and then looking at you, eyes still faraway as he watches with growing interest.
You don’t get much time to worry about him before you feel Jiung’s hand sliding up the length of your spine, warm and rough with use against your bare skin, before stopping between your shoulder blades and pushing down. You follow the guide of his hand, bracing yourself down on your elbows as you arch your hips up to him.
You feel filthy in this position, nerves crackling hot up your spine with anticipation and a bit of fear in tandem. But you find yourself feeling like you belong just like this, right now, for Jiung. It was well earned anyway.
Jiung’s hand slides back slowly, drawing out a shaky breath from you as he unhooks your bra along the way before he’s holding your hips, yanking you back into him so that your exposed core slams against the hard arch of his clothed cock.
You whimper when you feel the pressure of the rough fabric against your sensitive folds, immediately pushing your hips back to grind your clit against the denim, the roughness providing delicious stimulation.
Jiung tsk’s behind you as he pulls his hips back from you. “Impatient,” he mutters but then you’re hearing him undo his belt and zipper and then you’re feeling the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, hot and heavy and pulsing against you as he collects slick. A deep groan escapes him at the contact, the sound reverberating in your skull and intertwining with the pleasure-induced fog.
“Looks like you are too,” you mutter despite your own eagerness as you try to push back again and hook him inside you.
He takes a sharp breath and grabs your hip with one hand, roughly pushing you away. But then he curses to himself and gives in, no doubt pent up from, well, everything, as he shoves himself inside your warm walls with a strained curse, burying himself to the hilt in one go.
Your gasp at the stretch of him, long and curved, as he grinds himself as deep as he can go. You clutch at your sheets, your breath stuck in your throat as you adjust to his size while he struggles to keep himself still with both his hands like iron on your hips.
He plasters himself against your back, grunting into your ear. “Still so fucking tight.” One of his hands comes up to slide under your bra that you didn’t bother to slip off and just hangs loosely off of you, grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing hard.
You whine at the sharp pain, your walls clenching down on his length that gets another strained grunt out of him. He latches onto your neck with his mouth, breathing roughly into your skin.
“Jiung,” you whine as he tugs at your nipple with his fingers and leaves biting kisses down your shoulder. You rock your hips back, your core burning, pulsing, craving for stimulation. “Move.”
He chuckles lowly into your neck and rocks his rips once, the slightest of movement. “Like that?”
You drop your head with a frustrated groan. “Seriously?” You snap. “How are you still being a teasing little shit?”
You should’ve learned your lesson by now not to provoke him if you want things to go your way. But after everything tonight, all the edging and the stringing along and the waiting, you just wanted this one simple thing; to be fucked right. But you regret your words when you feel his arm snake around your throat and he’s straightening up on his knees, pulling you up with your back plastered to his chest, his cock shifting inside of you at the new angle.
You scramble to raise up with him with a panicked gasp, bracing your hands on his forearm and pushing so he doesn’t choke you with his tight hold. You squirm in his grip, his satin shirt rustling against your back at the movement.
“What do you think, Taki?” You hear him say beside your ear. “Should I give her what she wants?”
Your eyes snap down to meet Intak’s which are already looking up at you with rampant attention. It’s only then that you notice that he’s already straining against the dark spot on his jeans again.
He takes one look at your pleading gaze and breathes out shakily, putting a hand over himself and palming down. “Yes,” he answers with a ragged voice.
Jiung hums and squeezes his arm around your neck, your hands doing nothing against his strength, as he whispers in your ear. “Your lucky day.” He presses a deceptively soft kiss to your ear before he’s roughly pushing you back down to your elbows and grabbing your hips again.
You don’t get the chance to thank the heavens for Intak before Jiung is pounding into you hard enough to have you nearly bucking into Intak with every rough thrust, his tight grip on your hips keeping you from toppling out of his control.
You scramble for purchase, one hand finding the sheets and the other finding Intak’s arm. Your moans are fucked out of you along with every other thought in your brain as Jiung carves himself into your pulsing walls, going harder with every frantic thrust.
It’s not long before he’s got you teetering on the edge with every push of his cock against that gummy spot inside of you. Your face is pushed against the bed with Jiung’s hand holding your head down, your bleary eyes locked onto Intak’s as he desperately fists himself, when you hear a loud wave of cheers sounding from the ground floor.
Jiung plasters himself against your back again, bringing one hand down to rub tight circles over your clit as he pushes you right to the edge.
“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, and then has you toppling over the edge, bringing himself right down with you.
You’re left there boneless and dripping with Jiung when you see from the corner of your eye as he and Intak share a secret smile, leaving you to wonder distantly through the fucked-out haze if maybe you’d fallen into a trap you didn’t realize was laid out from the first hello.
PART 2
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synopsis ▸ the "friendly competition" you incited at your new year's party only left you in shambles and jiung and intak's rivalry more strained than ever. what made you think another one would fix things this time?
δ — nsfw (mdni 18+), threeway, f/m/m, m/m (yaoi!!), oral (both rec), threeway kissing, unprotected sex, sub!intak, switch!jiung, dom!reader, rough handling, rough sex, power dynamics, multiple orgasms, creampie, tandem blowjob (?? idk what else to call it but you’ll see), face fucking, facial, general filthy shit (very)
ᯓ an — a sequel six months later... this is me being a sick pervert who wants jitak to get it down and let me watch. and yes that scene is inspired by challengers
MASTERLIST // PART 1 (can be read as standalone but it's good for context)
“You know, I thought fucking me would get you guys to finally stop arguing.”
Jiung and Intak, sitting at your sides and across from each other at your small breakfast table, freeze in the middle of their petulant glaring and angry chopstick pointing.
It hasn’t even been an hour since they stepped into your apartment—you’d invited them to smooth things over since that night only seemed to unravel the tension into something messier.
The peace had lasted all of ten minutes before the subtle bickering started up again. And now, here you are, in the middle of yet another battle you were unwittingly drafted into.
They turn to you, their endless ire towards the other slipping away to shock, one flustered and one appalled.
“I didn’t even get to fuck you,” Intak huffs, dropping his chopsticks with a clatter into his bowl. His round eyes sharpen and snap back to Jiung. “He practically hogged you the whole damn time.”
Jiung’s hand tenses around his chopsticks before he neatly places them down. “You’re just bitter that you lost,” he responds coolly, though the tic in his jaw as he returns Intak’s glare is anything but.
You sigh to yourself as, like clockwork, they spur on. You were foolish to think you could ease things over with a peaceful dinner and drinks, but the further they get into their bottle of soju, the further they seem to settle in their pettiness.
“Guys,” you warn.
“I won, fair and square,” Jiung states, completely ignoring you.
Intak sputters, hands flying wildly as he attempts to defend himself. “You cheated! What happened—that was—you weren’t supposed to—“
“Nothing happened,” Jiung cuts in, his demeanour of calm a fickle thing in the face of being reminded of the… unforeseen events of that night.
Jiung refuses to acknowledge what happened between them. He chooses to live in complete denial. You, however…
Flashes come back to you—of an angry kiss, pushing hands, low grunts. None of anything that had any involvement from you.
Your thighs clamp together as a sharp sting of arousal shoots through you at the reminder. The amount of times you’ve had to physically restrain yourself from touching yourself to that memory is a number you’re not willing to admit.
But now, with them in front of you looking as frustrated and flushed as that night, you can’t help that your body reacts to it.
If only they would stop fucking fighting.
“Guys,” you repeat, louder but all the same ignored.
Intak has a sly grin on his lips now, one that can only mean trouble. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”
You could be wrong, but Intak seems to be in the same boat as you. Unless it’s just another one of his tactics—to hold it over Jiung’s head that he might have actually been into what had happened.
“I just had to do what I had to do,” Jiung snaps, unable to hide the red that starts climbing up his neck to settle at the tips of his ears. “That’s it.”
Intak just preens, feeding off of Jiung’s fluster. “Is that it, hyung? Hm?” The wider his smirk grows, the sharper Jiung’s glare turns and the redder his cheeks go. “I felt you, you know. I could tell how close you were—“
“Intak,” Jiung cuts in, low and warning.
But in pure Intak fashion, he barrels through. “You don’t want to admit it.” He crosses his arms on the table, his smirk going lazy as his eyes crawl down the slopes of Jiung’s pretty face and rest on his lips.
Suddenly, you’re not in the room anymore. You might as well be a fly on the wall, just watching the scene unfold right in front of you.
“But I think you liked it.”
Jiung doesn’t respond, whether to prevent what regrets he might let slip out or simply because he can’t find the words, you don’t know.
And Intak takes the opportunity to press on. “And I bet,” he murmurs, his eyes traveling further down, “you’re hard under the table right now just thinking about it.”
The pause that follows is thick and nearly tangible with tension in the small space between you three.
But there is also the chance that Jiung might throw something. To save the peace of your home, you cut in.
“If you two are going to fuck, can you not do it where I eat?”
All at once the tension breaks—Jiung clicks his tongue as he picks up the empty bowls and rises for the kitchen (he’s not hard), and Intak beams with the satisfaction that he’s won the argument for once.
Intak turns to throw you a cocky grin. “Dont worry, we wouldn’t leave you out of it.”
You roll your eyes despite the smile tugging on your lips as you rise with your bottle of soju and escape to your couch.
“Keep dreaming, lover boy,” you tease without commitment as you drop yourself on the cushions.
Honestly, you wouldn’t want anything more. But you can’t let yourself admit that. Rather, you can’t let them know that—you don’t know just how much more insufferable they can get. You don’t want to know.
As expected, Intak follows you with his complaints.
“But that’s not fair,” he whines as he drops down beside you with a pout. “I didn’t get a turn.”
“Because Jiung won, fair and square.”
“Oh come on,” he huffs, his warm hand landing on your knee and clamping down pleadingly as he fixes you with those big eyes and that cute smile that he knows you’re weak to. His voice drops to a low purr as he crowds into your space. “I can do so much better than him.”
Your body seems to not want to heed your inhibitions; instead it welcomes his heat in your orbit, subtly seeking it out.
Intak notices the way you falter, and he braves to slide his hand up to settle on your thigh. The heat of his skin is a searing presence through your jeans.
“Don’t you wanna find out?” He asks, a low whisper as his eyes settle on your lips. The tip of his tongue flicks out in a subconscious tic, one you’ve become familiar with, and leaves his lips looking even more enticing.
You do want to find out. Your body pulses with a need to.
So you swallow down the tension in your throat, shifting just a little closer.
“Don’t fall for it,” comes Jiung’s deep voice as he settles on your other side, another wall of heat encasing you. It sobers you immediately. “He’s all bark and no bite.”
You mentally shake yourself out of your stupor and sigh to yourself, leaning back on your cushions to escape the line of fire.
“How would you know?” Intak immediately bites, his attention easily pulled from you and fixed on Jiung. Though his hand remains clamped down on your thigh. “See for yourself, and then you can talk shit.”
“I’m not fucking you.”
Intak sputters. “I didn’t mean that!”
“Yeah? Then what did you mean?”
“I just—you—just, go back to the kitchen!”
“Not until you get your dirty paws off of her.”
“Dirty? I’ll show you dirty—“
“Oh my god, are you guys going to just fight or fuck me?” You snap. Two sets of eyes turn to you, bewildered. “Or are you going to actually fuck each other finally? At least let me watch.”
They gape at you like fish, jaws slacked and eyes wide.
“You—was that a serious offer?” Intak asks, gaze practically glittering at the prospect.
“Fucking each other?” You raise a brow. “If that’s what you want, go for it, I’ll happily sit back and w—“
“Cut the crap,” Jiung snaps, and you quickly close your mouth.
Your body grows hot at the tone of his voice, so demanding and so similar to then. He narrows his sharp eyes at you and somehow makes you feel like you should be the one apologizing.
“Why did you really invite us here tonight?” He asks.
Well. You certainly weren’t fooling yourself.
You let out a sigh, leaning forward to drop your bottle on the coffee table. “Guess there’s no point in pretending.”
You become hyper aware of their presence, their prying eyes. The air becomes more heated with each passing second that they wait for your answer.
“I can’t stop thinking about that night,” you admit.
Your gaze flits between the two of them. Intak just looks hungry, like he’d been waiting to hear that all night. Jiung looks… a little shy.
He avoids your gaze, looking instead at Intak’s hand fidgeting with the inner seam of your jeans, but he isn’t really looking.
The thought of making him squirm makes you preen internally. Is this what Intak feels?
“What is it, Jiung?” You coo teasingly. “Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking about it too.”
“How could I not?” He defends weakly, eyes flicking up to you for half a second but they run away, land on Intak, then flit quickly away again like he can’t figure out where he can look without exposing himself.
It’s cute. Really cute.
You chance a look at Intak and see that he feels the same, watching Jiung with that same dazed smile you’ve caught him looking at you with.
And it makes you ponder.
“Hm…” You lean back, smiling when both pairs of eyes follow you. “Glad I’m not the only one.”
Neither of them respond. They simply wait and watch, like they’re waiting for a cue. Or a demand.
You bite down on your lip, reaching for Intak’s hand still on you. You lace your fingers through his, his hand twitching in response like he wasn’t expecting the touch. You give it a light tug.
“C’mere, Intak,” you call quietly, and like a sailor falling for his damnation, he gives to your beckon.
His lips press to yours slowly at first. Like he’s testing the waters to see what’s safe despite already having been here before.
You lift your hand to his jaw in quiet encouragement and he takes it well, pressing more insistently against you with a settling sigh.
You tease your tongue against his lip and he groans like it’s his ruin, his fingers clamping down tighter into your flesh, almost painfully so.
Magnetized, he parts his lips for you and you lick your way into wet heat, meeting his tongue halfway. There’s something about him that isn’t as eager as that night. He isn’t trying to prove anything to you. It’s like he’s just… giving himself over.
It makes you dig your hand into his hair and pull, drinking up that pained whimper he lets out into your mouth.
“You’re so good for me today, Takki,” you whisper with a swipe of your tongue over his parted lips as he heaves.
He pouts, blinking his hazy eyes into the present like he’d already been floating away with a simple kiss. “‘M always good for you,” he weakly argues, giving with a soft moan when you kiss him again, short but demanding.
When you pull back, he latches onto your jaw, not quite keen on being separated from you. Your eyes flutter closed for a quick moment when he mouths at the sensitive spot under your ear.
They open again for your vision to clear on Jiung, who watches the scene completely enamoured. His breathing is a little laboured too, like he’s affected just from watching.
You reach for his thigh, squeezing down onto the thick muscle and he jolts. “Don’t just sit there.”
He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes flicker down to where Intak has attached himself to your neck, leaving biting, wet kisses down the smooth expanse.
“Come here,” you whisper.
It doesn’t take more for him to give into your orbit too, crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that’s more fervent than you’re prepared for.
But you meet his fire with your own. He tries to claim you from the get go, but you don’t allow it. Not this time.
You push against his seeking tongue with yours, reaching up to grab his collar and pull him further into you. He gives almost immediately, melting under your hands and moaning into the kiss.
His hand finds your shirt and clutches it in a fist in an attempt to keep it from wandering. But it explores anyway, climbing up before resting just under the swell of your breast, heavy and warm as he lets you drink him in.
He whimpers when you bite down on his lip, parting his lips like an instinct to welcome your tongue into his mouth.
You don’t get much time to map him out. Intak, still present and still insistent, starts nipping impatiently at your jaw.
You pull from Jiung to meet him, but Jiung doesn’t allow it. He grabs your jaw and turns you right back to him, stealing you with a searing kiss.
Your gasp gets swallowed up as you momentarily lose yourself to his magnetic pull, the one that demands control at all times.
But Intak doesn’t let it slide, not like last time.
He bullies his way into the kiss, carving out his own space as he tongues in through the corner of your lips.
You’re overwhelmed, your body thrums alive and simmers with nerves as they kiss your senses out of you, both in tandem and selfishly.
It’s a clash of tongues, it’s carnal and dirty and wet and loud and messy. You’re pressed back into the cushions as their bodies mould over you. There’s a hand in your hair, tilting your head back to make more space. There’s a hand on your chest, grabbing and kneading, one at your thigh and dangerously close to your needy heat.
You don’t know your left from right, your up from down—just that Jiung and Intak have a hunger for you so raw, the need to kiss you so pure, that they don’t even realize they’re kissing each other.
You pull from them slowly, careful not to startle them away, and watch it unfold.
Intak parts his lips for Jiung’s searching tongue, accepting it with a choked gasp that Jiung swallows right up. Intak tries to fight back with his own tongue but is immediately tamed when Jiung bites down on his lip. It’s a push and pull; they even kiss angry.
You’re still not sure if they even realize. But whether or not they do, you can’t look away.
You don’t know how long it goes for, how long you have to clamp your thighs shut to keep yourself from losing anymore dignity. How long Jiung and Intak try to devour each other whole.
But the hunger ebbs away as they sober for breath. Your own breaths get caught as their eyes slowly blink open, seeing through their lust driven haze. When the clarity brings them reality of what they’d been doing, they don’t clash like you expect them to.
Intak’s lips turn up into a lazy half-smile, smug and self assured as he pants his words. “I knew you were into it.”
No, they clash in an entirely different way.
Jiung is on Intak in a flash, leaping over your lap to claim the space on Intak’s as he smothers his surprised yelp with a kiss that looks more painful than anything.
“You’re the freak who couldn’t shut up about it,” Jiung spits into Intak’s mouth, digging his teeth into his lip and soaking in the pitiful whine he gets with a low laugh. He’s out of breath and heaving and a little deranged, but he argues anyway. “Don’t act like you haven't been practically begging me with your eyes for it to happen again.”
Intak doesn’t take it lying down. He grabs Jiung’s waist, takes his claiming kiss for another moment, before rolling his hips up in a pointed grind that has Jiung stuttering and throwing his head back.
“Is that why you’re so hard?” Intak gasps, grinning at the pinched expression that grows on Jiung’s face. “Because you’re not enjoying this?”
When Jiung grinds down, hard, it’s devastating enough that Intak’s expression breaks down to nothing but pure bliss, a loud moan ripping through his throat.
“I am, actually,” Jiung says, voice gruff as he shoves at Intak’s body to bully him onto his back.
Thrown into motion, you quickly scamper back to make space, with no power to do anything else.
“Where’s all that talk now, huh?” Jiung grits as he hastily tugs open Intak’s belt and the buttons of his jeans, scowling a snarky grin down at Intak’s wide, glazed over eyes that can do nothing but watch.
Jiung is a man of patience. But not in this moment, you surmise, because he just slips his hand in through the layers he couldn’t be bothered to rid Intak of and grabs ahold of his cock.
Intak wails, body jolting at the sudden pressure as he flails to grab onto Jiung’s thighs.
“J-Ji—ah!” Intak breaks off with a cry, head thrown back as moans fall freely from his parted, slick mouth.
You can’t see much from this angle, but you can see enough of Jiung’s arm moving in a rapid, merciless rhythm to know just how undone Intak is getting.
The lewd, slick sounds of skin on skin fill the air, of Intak’s pleasured little whines and grunts. It takes away all your restraint.
You clumsily loosen your jeans, pushing your hand in to press against your throbbing heat. It quells some of the ache but it fires up tenfold when Jiung pulls back his hand, spits into it, then uses it to drive Intak into tears and a babbling mess.
“Ji—mm, m’gonna—“ Intak breaks off with a loud cry when Jiung seemingly twists his fist, his head tilting back as those tears slip through the corners of his eyes.
“Yeah?” Jiung taunts, slowing his hand down enough for Intak to settle just a bit. He grabs Intak’s jaw to hold his fraying focus, looking down at him with a grin twisted with a sadistic sort of pleasure. Like he gets off on driving Intak insane. “Am I gonna make you cum? Again?”
Intak, the poor thing, can only latch onto Jiung’s forearm with both his hands and nod eagerly, rolling his hips up in mindless little bucks to chase the heat of Jiung’s fist.
“P-Please,” he sobs, parting his lips when Jiung’s thumb digs into his lower lip. “Need’ta… need you…”
Jiung falters entirely, his expression falling blank for a second that feels like it stretches longer than it is. You hear him curse under his breath before he shoves two fingers into Intak’s mouth to shut him up then starts fisting him again, rapid and unrelenting, a pace that has Intak thrashing and sobbing under him.
You dig your teeth into your lower lip to hold back your noises as you rub your clit harder in tandem, your thighs clamping down on your hand.
You can’t remember being this turned on or this wet—what does that say about you? Getting off to being ignored as the two people you want the most have at each other?
Intak’s body grows taut as it starts to bow up off the couch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You drive yourself there too, to the same precipice that Jiung pushes Intak to—before it all gets ripped away when Jiung suddenly pulls back.
Intak comes crashing back down with a cry of Jiung’s name, the call tangled with a pained sob.
You refrain from shuddering too, trying to hold yourself still as you climb back into your body, your hand going still where it stays pressed against your core.
“No!” Intak sniffles. “N-No why did—I was so close,” he pants through his tears, blindly reaching for Jiung through the blur, his body quivering with the loss.
Jiung gathers Intak’s wrists and holds them to his stomach, his own breaths laboured as he watches the boy untethered under him, because of him.
“Because,” he starts, then lifts his gaze to you. You nearly jolt under the intensity of it, forgetting entirely that you yourself were even there. “You wanted to prove you were better, right?” He’s not talking to you, but the words sink into you and pool low in your gut anyway. “Prove it then.”
Intak tilts his head back slightly, blinking like he’s seeing you for the first time. His eyes turn starry at the prospect, watching you intently for your signal.
If it were anatomically possible, you’d pull Intak to you and fuck him into oblivion.
“You’re so bossy, Ji,” you say instead, slipping your hand out of your jeans and shuffling closer.
Intak bristles when you get close, squirming to get out from under Jiung but Jiung doesn’t let him go.
You press your hand to Intak’s cheek, and he immediately turns to nuzzle into your palm.
“You want to?” You ask him softly, endeared with how he blinks up at you again and nods eagerly.
“Want it—want you… Please?”
You smile at his big, begging eyes, glancing up to see Jiung watching with his hands idle on Intak’s lap, mindlessly brushing his thumb over the clothed ridge of Intak’s hard on. You meet his eyes and give him a conspiring smile that he meets with one of his own.
“You can,” you say, having to grab Intak’s shoulders and push him back down when he immediately tries to push Jiung off of him. “If you can make me come before you do.”
He makes a confused noise, one that goes unanswered as you pull back to start shucking off your jeans and your panties.
“Otherwise, Jiung gets to fuck me while you watch. Again.”
His complaints die on his tongue when you shuffle to kneel over him. As soon as your dripping cunt moves in line of his vision, his brain reroutes. He grabs onto your hips and sits you right on his mouth without another complaint.
You gasp at the first swipe of his eager tongue, tremors rushing through your body as he immediately starts to tongue at your clit.
You’ve fantasized this so many times since that night; you don’t think you’ve met anyone as talented with his mouth as Intak. And he proves it now as he starts a mind numbing rhythm of circling your clit and tonguing at your hole like it’s what he was born to do.
Seeing how quickly affected you are, Jiung gets right to work. It’s a better angle now as you watch him tug Intak’s jeans and boxers down, freeing him fully.
You bite down on your lip at the sight. Intak is thick and long, curved enticingly and so, so hard that he’s almost purpling at the tip.
“Poor thing,” you mumble under your breath, gasping when his tongue drags through your folds while he whines against you.
Jiung seems just as dazed by Intak’s cock as he wraps his hand around it once again. He has big hands, but even they look small in comparison.
Intak jerks under the pressure as Jiung squeezes down, mouth faltering against your pussy as Jiung slides his fist up in a slow drag.
You watch, mesmerized as a pearly drop of arousal beads at the tip then trickles down over Jiung’s knuckles.
You nearly forget where you are as you're barraged with the sudden urge to lean down and lick his fingers clean, then maybe seek out more straight from the source.
But you’re pulled right back when Intak’s lips wrap around your clit and sucks down hard enough to seize your body tight for a hot, blinding second.
“Fuck!” You gasp, bracing down on Intak’s stomach before grinding your hips down, dragging your clit right over his tongue.
It seems to set everything in motion—Intak grinding you down on his face as he mouths helplessly at you, Jiung holding Intak down with a hand on his hip, the other vigorously working Intak’s aching cock, and you clinging desperately onto your last morsel of sanity.
Maybe you were in way over your head. There’s no way you can last longer than Intak with the image in front of you, Jiung fisting his best friend like his life depends on it and watching as Intak devours you like he wants to devour him whole.
So you opt to look away, shut your eyes, but that plan gets immediately derailed when Jiung leans down and wraps his lips around Intak.
Intak falters with a choked moan, his hips driving up to instinctively chase the wet warmth but Jiung immediately pulls off and brings his hand down on his hip with a harsh smack.
“Stay down,” Jiung grits before he dives back down, taking him in his mouth again.
Your clit pulses dangerously at the sight. Of Jiung’s lips stretched around the girth of Intak’s cock, of the furrow of concentration between his brows as he tries to sink deeper. He stops before he can even take half of it, but seems satisfied enough with the way Intak is tensed up and just panting under you, his fingers digging harshly into your hips as a way to brace himself.
You feel Intak’s moan as a hot breath fanning over your cunt as Jiung slides up his cock, gives an experimental suck on the tip, then sinks back down with a breathy grunt.
You nearly cum on the spot when Jiung bobs his head and starts to fuck his mouth on Intak, his hand wrapped around whatever he can’t take, his eyes rolling back as they flutter shut at heady the taste of Intak on his tongue.
His cheeks are flushed, the sounds are vulgar and obscene, and you can just tell it’s not about the dumb little bet anymore.
He’s not blowing Intak because he wants to win—he’s doing it because he likes it. Because he fucking wants to. Jiung never does anything he doesn’t want to.
“Fucker,” you hiss. You reach back to clamp your fist into Intak’s hair and hold him still before you rock your cunt back down over his panting tongue.
You don’t even care anymore, especially not when the tip of Intak’s nose starts to nudge at your hole. You ride his face and chase that burning pleasure right to the end with the sight before you, of Jiung looking drunk on Intak’s thick cock and struggling to take it as Intak starts to clumsily fuck up into the wet heat.
You snap with a startled cry, the orgasm hitting you so suddenly that you nearly topple over.
You catch yourself on Intak’s stomach, shuddering as Intak dutifully licks you through the high despite being in near shambles himself.
When Jiung pulls off of Intak, it’s slow and hesitant, like he doesn’t quite want to stop. There’s a thread of saliva and precum that strings momentarily between his lips and the tip of Intak’s cock, one that you want to reach over and bat away. Jiung’s eyes are nearly glazed over, lips parted as he pants, like he was the one that just got his shit rocked.
“Pathetic,” you mutter without thought and his wide eyes snap up to you.
He looks clueless as he stares at you. “Huh?”
“You’re fucking pathetic,” you double down, pushing off of Intak, who lays there limp and unresponsive. You grab hold of Jiung’s chin, forcing his eyes to stay on you. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, haven’t you?” You prod, and his eyes widen with each word, red climbing up his skin.
He starts to shake his head but you tighten your grip on him and hold him still.
“What, did you really need me to mediate? Are you really that much of a coward?”
He grits his teeth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tries to argue but you push him back against the arm of the couch. He falls against it without fight.
“Hands behind your head,” you order. “You’re going to watch Intak fuck me.”
At the sound of his name, Intak bristles alive and starts to climb out from under you, settling behind you.
Jiung’s jaw goes slack as he rears up to argue. But one sharp look from you has him snapping his mouth shut, hands rising hesitantly to lock between his head and the couch.
He parts his legs to give you a little more space to settle in the compact area, but all that does is expose just how hard he is, his cock straining against his dark pants, a damp spot seeping through at the tip.
But you don’t get much time to grill him for it.
Because Intak latches himself to your back, completely bare from what you can feel of him. He mouths at your neck as his hands climb up under your shirt, clumsily grinding his still hardened cock against your ass.
“It hurts,” he whimpers into your ear with a press of his hips against you, before he hastily tugs at your top.
When you pull it off, one of his hands immediately latches onto your chest, kneading at your tit through your bra. The other presses low on your naval to push you back into him and you hiss softly as his cock brushes right against your sensitive mound, his movements eager and hurried like he can’t quite figure out what to do with himself.
“Please,” he begs, dropping his face into your shoulder to sniffle into it. “Please lemme fuck you, can’t take it anymore—‘t fucking hurts.”
Your heart tugs at the genuine distress in his voice. You’ve been stringing him long enough, and really, he’s been so good to you that he deserves much better than this.
You card your hand through his soft hair, urging his head up so you can turn to press your lips to the corner of his. He immediately turns to push his lips into yours in a weak but heartened kiss.
“C’mon baby,” you urge gently into his lips, arching your back to push your cunt against his throbbing length. “Put it in.”
Intak nearly sobs in relief, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist to hold you still as the other reaches down to guide himself into you.
His tip drags over the length of your pussy, slow, heavy, hot. You think for a second he might turn it around and tease you, get back at you for putting him through everything. But Intak was never one for patience, not like Jiung.
So he catches against your hole and pushes, not bothering to ease you around him as he drives himself all the way in despite your body’s resistance at the sudden, nearly unbearable stretch.
Your mouth falls open in a loud, pained whine at the feeling of being practically split open by his cock. You nearly fall over, your body’s weight giving out, but his strong arm around you keeps you up against him.
Your walls clamp down on him, resisting against the impossible stretch. He’s big, so much worse than Jiung, especially with barely enough prep. But there’s something mindnumbing about the pain that sears through you.
Intak is a mess too, gasping into your hair as he gathers his bearings from how tight and warm you are around him.
You barely get the chance to recover before he’s pushing into you with shallow, uncontrolled thrusts that send a flare of stinging pain through you with each one.
“Fuck, Intak, s-slow d—ah!” You cut off with a yell at a particularly harsh thrust, one that has him nearly kissing your cervix.
“Can’t,” he pants, his hands sliding down to claw onto your hips. He holds you tightly before he pulls back and punches into you with a hard thrust that has you falling forward and grabbing onto Jiung’s thighs to brace yourself.
You choke down the pained yelp that rises in your throat. Intak plasters himself to your back, wrapping his thick arms around you again and holding you down as he starts to fuck you with fervour.
“I can’t I can’t I can’t,” he pants into your neck, his hand lifting to grab onto your chest once again. His hips slam into you, rocking your body with his, his cock piercing in and carving out space inside you, brushing against your walls in spots you didn’t even know were possible. “Can’t—fuck—can’t hold back, need to cum—“ He turns to dig his face into your hair as his hand tugs your bra down so he can paw at your bare tits. “Needed this—needed you for so long…”
All you can do is take it, take it as Intak pounds into you like a man possessed by his carnal desires, ones that he’s been caging inside and letting fester for who knows how long. Of course he can’t hold back anymore.
“Yeah?” You ask, gasping when he brushes against that gummy spot inside of you. The pain isn’t so much pain anymore as it is fire and bliss. You turn to press your lips to his ear, letting your breathy moans spill right into it as you speak. “Take whatever you need baby… m’all yours.”
Intak falters, his weight dropping on you as his cock pulses inside you.
Then he rises up, the heat of him against your back ripping away and leaving you cold. He grabs your hips and lifts them, arching your back before he pulls out until his tip catches against your hole, the swollen head stretching the tight ring of muscle.
Then he slams into you, once, twice, then again and again, with unrestrained, unyielding thrusts.
You cry out as he starts to insistently piston against your g-spot with the tip of his cock, the precision almost terrifying in his state of carnal chase.
“Intak!” You yell, your cries muffled when Intak’s hand lands on the back of your head and pushes you down.
You’re helpless to him and his brutal cock, forced to just lay there with your ass up and take the barrage of pleasure laced with remnant pain. It clouds your head with a fog so thick that you don’t even realize you’re pressed into Jiung’s lap, not until he bucks his hips up in an attempt to press his boner to your lips.
You blink up through the fog, your vision clearing on Jiung’s pinched expression, his brows furrowed and jaw tight over clenched teeth. His hands are still caught behind his head, though his restraint seems to be hanging on by a thread. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches Intak pummel into you and babble mindlessly about how you feel so good, how he’s gonna fill you up, and never gonna pull out.
Jiung’s hips buck up again, more insistently this time that his clothed cock bumps against your nose. You dig your fingers into his thighs in retaliation and he hisses, eyes snapping down to you in a weak glare.
You manage a weak smile, smug and teasing, before it wipes away with a brutal snap of Intak’s cock against your cervix.
“Fuck!” You scream, your pussy clamping down on his pulsing girth. He’s close. You’re not sure how he’s lasted so long.
He drops onto your back again, arms tightening around you as he grinds his cock into you with deep, uncoordinated thrusts.
“Gonna cum,” he warns with a gritted whimper, his dick kicking inside you as he pushes in and seats himself deep.
But he doesn’t finish just yet; he reaches down for your clit and presses his thick fingers into it, flicking against the aching nub with quick movements.
Your body thrashes under the sensation, your walls fluttering around him as you get drawn up to another orgasm.
“I-Intak…” You gasp, squirming under him.
He only speeds up, holding you tighter, rapidly rubbing at your clit. “Come on,” he pleads, rocking inside you once. “Come for me first.”
And then he pinches your clit, pushing you right over. You come with a cry of his name, pulsing violently around him as you cream over his cock.
It drives him over too. He groans and shoves his cock into you once, twice, three times before he spills inside you with a choked grunt, his entire body trembling as he shoots into you and fills you with his hot seed.
He whines like he’s pained as he releases into you, before dropping his entire weight on you after the wave passes and trapping your body between his and the couch.
…his and Jiung’s lap, you realize after a moment of coming back into your body.
You blink your eyes fully open to see Intak’s head settled on Jiung’s other hip, his eyes already open and fixed on the raging hard on right in the small space between your faces.
You nearly laugh. Until you see the fucked look on Intak’s face.
Jiung squirms under you, as if trying to shift away.
“If you two are done,” he starts with his voice low and gruff, like he’d been the one exerting himself. “Can you get off?”
Intak’s eyes meet yours and you know then that that won’t be an option. The idea pulls a tired grin on your lips.
“I dunno,” you hum, shifting a little under Intak. You shudder as Intak, still buried inside you, twitches anew. You sigh as you turn your face, nuzzling into the side of Jiung’s boner, your eyes flicking up to see him desperately trying to hold in his reactions. “It’s pretty comfy here. Isn’t it, Takki?”
Intak hums in agreement, shifting in to bump the tip of his nose against the hard ridge.
Jiung gasps a sharp breath then, his hips twitching up in reflex. “Don’t fucking play,” he seethes, though he doesn’t move, nor does he move either of you. His hands remain right where you told him to keep them.
You just giggle, letting the vibration of your voice tease him through the dampening fabric. You’re sure it’s painful with just how much he’s seeped through his jeans.
“When do I ever?” You taunt, leaning forward to end a bit of his suffering.
But Intak beats you to it. He presses over your shoulder and runs the flat of his tongue against the rough fabric, leaving a damp trail up until he reaches the tip of Jiung’s cock and latches down.
Jiung’s hand flies into Intak’s hair, letting out a choked grunt as he pushes his head down and grinds his crotch up into Intak’s face.
“Fuck,” he hisses, grinding up again when Intak lets out a startled whimper.
It only spurs Intak on as he starts tonguing over the bulge, trailing his lips tightly down the length before settling at his base.
“Shit,” you mutter, watching with your jaw slack and another nagging pull at your gut. “I should’ve just made you guys fuck. Would’ve fixed—“
“Shut the fuck up,” Jiung snaps, grabbing your hair with his free hand and pushing your face into his lap.
You go down easily, lips landing on and wrapping around his base, but not without digging your nails into his thighs in retaliation.
But he doesn’t respond to that, too occupied with both your mouth and Intak’s on him. The denim of his pants dampens under your tongue as you suckle on him, Intak still mouthing over his heated length.
“Talk too fuckin’ much,” Jiung pants as he lets you both go, only to tug open his belt.
Intak immediately reaches over you to help him pull himself free with single minded focus, tugging his pants and boxers down to let his cock spring free, hard and leaking with need.
It’s embarrassing how quickly your arguments die on your tongue, the space too occupied with your drool.
You don’t bother with your hands, reaching instead with your mouth to swallow his tip in.
You hum as the salt and musk bursts on your tongue, giving it a firm suck to milk more out of him. It’s nice, the heavy, velvety taste of him.
Jiung groans, his hand landing in your hair once again, not to push but just to have something to hold onto.
You can hear the wet sounds of Intak’s mouth sucking and tonguing at Jiung’s base, and you drag down the generous, ridged length to meet him there.
You don’t even care how obscene it is, the fact that you’re both mouthing at Jiung’s cock like filthy whores while Intak is still buried balls-deep inside you, where you can feel him hardening up again.
All you can focus on is the sounds Jiung is making, the ones Intak makes as he and you lap at Jiung’s cock in tandem, practically making out with it and each other.
You don't think you’ve done something so dirty, ever felt so dirty yourself. You don’t think you can have it any other way now.
“Look at you two,” Jiung breathes, his fingers carding through both your and Intak’s hair, fingers scratching down both affectionately and condescendingly somehow.
You moan against him just as Intak does, dragging your mouth up to swallow him in again, tonguing at the gummy tip.
Jiung lets go of your hair and takes your chin instead, digging his thumb into your hallowed cheek. “You sound better with my cock in your mouth.”
You let out an offended whine, sucking down hard to watch him hiss and jerk.
“Brat,” he grits, grunting when Intak starts prodding at the corner of your lips with his tongue in a silent ask.
You hum, popping off to let Intak in, but you don’t move away. You both tongue at the swollen tip, mouths tangling together as you practically make out with each other on Jiung’s cock.
You swirl your tongue over the tip and give it a suck before dipping into Intak’s mouth, sharing the salty taste, letting him do the same before he dips into your mouth and sucks at your tongue.
It’s brainless, completely devoid of any direction, any thought—just pure, animalistic instinct.
Jiung curses under the barrage, pushed to his limits. He holds you both down with fists in your hair and starts to fuck up into the space between your mouths, poking into your tongue and Intak’s in a mindless alternation.
Intak’s eyes roll back at the heady feeling, his body spurring to life to start halfheartedly fucking his cock into you, fully hard again.
You just lay there and take it, let the drags of his cock ease the burning that flares up between your hips again.
You let Jiung chase his orgasm between the messy press of your mouth and tongue against Intak’s—it’s frantic, lewd, head spinning.
And it’s completely over for you when Jiung starts whining.
“Gonna cum,” he whimpers, hands tightening down on your and Intak’s heads. Intak grunts at the pressure but he opens his mouth like you do, just letting Jiung rut against your tongues and faces like a bitch in heat. “Fuck, y’r gonna make me… nngh, fuck fuck fuck—”
He breaks off with a choked yell, forcing you both off of him before he takes his cock and frantically fists himself to completion.
He cums with another yell, head thrown back as he gasps through it, hot ropes of his cum landing on your faces. You try to catch them with your tongue but it’s far too messy and uncoordinated.
So you turn to Intak’s blissed out, cum splattered face and start lapping it up from him instead, your brain reduced to nothing but a filthy caricature. Intak seems to share that same mind, licking off whatever he can from your chin and cheek before he forces his tongue into your mouth and tries to take from there.
You moan against him, sharing the taste of Jiung between what you suppose is a kiss, but you can’t really tell anymore.
It’s when he cums inside of you again that you realize Intak was still fucking into you with rocky, noncommittal thrusts. It’s much less intense than the one before, but the feeling of him spilling into you again does you in, coaxing out a similarly languid orgasm out of you.
You settle with a shudder, dropping down on Jiung’s stomach, the cotton of his shirt a soft reprieve against your heated skin.
It’s a quiet moment of hard breaths and slow realization, with Jiung dead against the couch’s arm above you and Intak laid on your back and panting into your shoulder.
You don’t move. Don’t think you even can.
The first bit of motion after a handful of moments is Jiung’s voice over you, low and gruff and a little fucked up.
“What the fuck was that?”
It pulls out a startled laugh out of you. You shift, nudging at Intak’s weight to let you free.
He whines against you but obliges, though hesitant, slowly sliding out of your cunt with a hiss before he rolls down onto the floor, splaying onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.
“Heaven,” he says, all too serious as he blinks his starry eyes slowly, a giddy grin climbing onto his swollen lips.
He looks all cute and boyish with that dimpled smile, his bangs fanning over his eyes. Like he hadn’t just blown the guy he’d been fighting with over a girl, while fucking said girl.
You snort, shuffling down the couch to settle at the other end while Jiung pulls up his pants and tucks himself away with syrupy movements. Of course he’s the only one clothed while you and Intak remain almost completely bare.
You tug your bra back in place as you curl back into the cushions. “Needed is what it was. To get you dickheads to finally stop fighting.”
Intak giggles from the ground. “He’s too stubborn to stop.”
“Hm. You’re right.”
Jiung glares at you, still boneless where he lays. “I’m right here.”
Intak’s head pokes up from the ground, looking at Jiung with an impish grin. “So? Can you admit it now?”
“Admit what?” Jiung grumbles, refusing to look at him and opting for the ceiling instead.
But Intak, annoying as he is, shuffles closer to rest his head against the arm of the couch, his face right below Jiung’s. “That you wanted it,” he says, waiting with that smile still plastered on his lips. There’s an honest anticipation behind that gaze though, one that seems to be waiting for a particular answer. “Did you?”
Jiung is silent. You watch his throat bob, his eyes flicker down, his jaw work around his teeth.
“No.”
Intak’s smile pulls wider and only then do you see the corner of Jiung’s lips twitch up.
“In that case,” you start, finding yourself grinning too. The heat pooling low in your gut is starting to feel something like a permanent fixture. “Same time next week?”
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⟡ note — this was supposed to be a mini drabble… whoops
MASTERLIST
“Yeah, just like tha— No, not like that.”
“I’m doing it like you told me to!”
“No, you’re not, you don’t just press up you gotta curl your fingers.”
“Well you didn’t say that, you just told me to—“
“Can you two shut up?” You cut them off with a hiss, your cunt clamping down around Jiung’s fingers as they prod aimlessly around in you. “Your arguing is killing my lady boner.”
Their eyes immediately flick up to yours; Keeho’s in vague amusement and Jiung’s in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” Jiung says quickly, the flush on his cheeks deepening into a garnet. He glares up at Keeho who’s sitting to your left on the bed with his arm thrown behind you over the headboard. “It’s not my fault he’s terrible at explaining,” he mutters under his breath as he focuses back on the way you flutter around his middle two fingers.
Keeho looks down to where Jiung is splayed on his stomach and perched between your parted legs. “It’s not my fault you’re terrible at listening,” he retorts, although his bite isn’t as strong as Jiung’s.
Jiung clicks his tongue in irritation as he rears up to snark back but you lightly knee him on the side of his head to bring his focus back to you.
“You’re doing fine,” you tell him when his eyes fly up to you again. He is, for someone who’s never done this before. His fingers are long and nimble, reaching depths of you that only Keeho’s been able to reach before. “Just— Keep going, yeah?” You urge him, clamping down around his fingers again as the heat between your hips pulses steadily in search for the release you’re slowly being edged to.
It’s been a while now that this impromptu lesson— borne over dinner from the discovery that Jiung’s never fingered a girl before— has started and you’re already leaking around his fingers and squirming for completion. But Keeho is keen on drawing things out, telling Jiung that it’s much more satisfying that way. It is, but you already have one teasing shit for a boyfriend; you don’t need any other ones, friends or otherwise, hovering around.
Keeho‘s hand threads into your hair and presses against the back of your head like a warning. “Don’t listen to her, Ungie,” he says, his other hand moving down to press against your naval. “Slow and steady, just like I taught you, okay?”
Jiung’s eyes fix onto your cunt again, his brows furrowing like they do whenever he’s deep in concentration, his lips setting in a hard line. “Okay,” he says, holding your thigh down and bearing his weight on one elbow as follows Keeho’s orders.
He pulls his fingers out until just his fingertips remain before he slowly pushes them in, the soft moan from your lips at the friction mingling with the wet squelching of your dripping heat.
Your embarrassment has far faded after the first few minutes when you saw just how eager Jiung was to learn, pushing aside his own dignity for the cause. So you don’t hold back your noises as he picks up a steady pace, still slow, but firmer than moments before. It’s like all his hesitations fade away with each sound he pulls from your lips, as the arousal around his fingers grows messier with each thrust.
It’s not just his fingers that are doing it for you, it’s the sight of him looking so fixated by the sight of your cunt swallowing in his fingers, the way he licks his lips like he’s fiending for a taste, the way the glasses sitting low on his nose starts to fog up with the heated air in the small space between his face and your hips.
“Is he making you feel good?” Keeho’s low voice pulls your eyes up to him. He’s looking down at you with pinched brows and a lazy smirk on his lips as he languidly circles his thumb over your heated skin.
“Yeah,” you whisper between heavy breaths, your walls fluttering when you notice the heat behind his gaze as he watches your shifting expressions. “Feels good… Really good.”
The words seem to get to Jiung; his fingers grow just a little eager in pace— careful not to disobey Keeho’s orders but enough to want to prove the words right.
Keeho’s smile lifts higher, fingers in your hair gently grazing down on your scalp. He leans down to peck your lips and chuckles when you try to chase him as he lifts back up.
“Good,” he says, then turns to Jiung as his hand on your stomach starts to slide down. “Hear that, Ji?”
You look down to see Jiung’s jaw shift around a hard swallow, but his eyes are still locked onto the way his fingers sink into you with each persistent thrust as he nods in response.
“Hm. Now we’re gonna try that thing again,” Keeho tells him. You feel Keeho’s fingers slide down in a V-shape around your cunt before prying open your folds.
You take in a sharp breath, your body thrumming with growing heat under the attention of both of them.
“Don’t press up,” Keeho guides him, and you have to fight to hear the words as your mind keeps trying to slip under the heady feeling of this entire situation. “Curl your fingers and press up with just the tips, you should feel—“
Your entire body jolts when you feel Jiung’s curled fingers brush against your g-spot, a little unsure, but it’s still enough to send hot sparks through your body.
“—Yeah, there you go, just keep…” Keeho’s voice fades away as does your mind, the only thing you can focus on is the way the tip of Jiung’s fingers keep bullying against that gummy spot, firmer and more precise with each thrust.
Your fingers claw into the sheets, your breaths go high and whiney, your hips start to roll down on his fingers to chase that unrelenting pleasure. You feel Keeho’s hand leave you before it bears down on your other thigh, holding it down as it tries to clamp down on Jiung.
“J-Jiung,” you pant, blinking your eyes clear as you look down at Jiung, who’s still staring intently on the way your cunt is gushing around his fingers as they keep pumping into you. “C-Close!”
His eyes snap up to yours and you nearly come at the hardened set of his face, stony with hunger to finish this right and to finish you. “Yeah?” He asks you, his fingers unrelenting.
You nod eagerly, his eyes flick up to Keeho, Keeho tells him, “Now,” and then he’s digging his fingers into your thigh as he holds it down and starts fucking his fingers inside of you at a fast, maddening pace that has your body bowing up from the bed.
“Jiung!” You cry out when you feel the heel of his palm start to press against your clit with each pump of his hand.
He’s merciless as he pries at your sweet spot with each frantic thrust, and it doesn’t take him long to get you coming apart on his fingers. Your body goes taut like a band as it lifts up off the bed, your head falling back as you cry out his name, your legs and hips spasming as you come on his fingers that are still pistoning into you, drawing out your high as long as he can before you start to teeter over into overstimulation.
He slows down only when you slump back down on the bed and start to squirm away from his fingers, little whimpers of pain leaving your lips from the overwhelming sensations.
But they don’t stop completely and you blink the haze in your eyes to see him nearly entranced by the sight of your drenched cunt. He pulls his fingers out and watches the strings of your arousal drawing between his glistening fingers as he scissors them open.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice gruff with strain. Then he presses his fingers back into you, just to watch the way as more cum gushes out around the pressure.
You whimper, your legs twitching uselessly under both of their holds. “Jiung— sensitive.”
“Sorry,” he mutters but makes no move to pull out, just wriggles his fingers around to bring more out of you. “Was I good?” He asks with half a mind, his attention still hooked on your leaking folds.
Your whimpers fall on deaf ears. “Yes,” you say, hissing when you feel his fingers pull out and leave you gaping, before pushing slowly in again, like your cunt was just something for him to poke and prod at for his own amusement. “Ah— R-Really good.”
You’re laid there, squirming under Jiung’s overly curious fingers for who knows how long before Keeho pipes up.
“Hey Jiung.”
Your eyes, heavy with post-haze exhaustion, drags up to Keeho, who’s looking down at Jiung’s daze with a wolfish grin that makes you want to run.
note || a continuation of my soulseob drabble from this but can be read as a standalone
“Can I join you?” You hear Soul ask through Jongseob’s headphones.
Your cunt flutters around Jongseob where he’s buried in your warm heat. If only Soul knew just what he was asking to join in on… That thought digs itself into your head and seeps through the dangerous parts of your brain. You bite down on your lip, dropping your head on Jongseob’s shoulder as you try to eradicate every lewd image that flashes through your mind.
Jongseob stills where he’s sat under you, his hand freezing where it was kneading down on your thigh. There’s a palpable silence as you feel his gaze burning down on you; you can practically feel him uncovering every thought in your head with just his eyes.
“Join me, huh?” You hear Jongseob mutter in a tone that you know promises danger.
You gasp sharply as his hand lifts from your thigh, his finger pressing against your throbbing clit. You squirm in his lap but he’s quick to hold you down with his other hand.
“Yes.” Soul’s icon flashes with the incoming audio, and you stare at the ring of light as it pulses, trying to ignore everything else. “What are you doing?”
Your composure breaks as a quiet whine slips through your lips when Jongseob’s finger starts to press tight circles around your clit. His lips press warmly against your ear as he whispers to you, “Tell me if you want to stop.”
You watch with wide eyes as his hand lifts from your waist and reaches around you to hover his cursor over the camera button.
You don’t stop him as he clicks the button.
The screen shifts and you’re met with the image of yourself perched on Jongseob, innocent enough. But then Jongseob is lifting your thighs up and rolling the chair back, and whatever Soul was starting to say trails off with a sharp breath when he sees the position you’ve got yourself in.
The way you’re displayed is lewd; panties pushed to the side to give way to where Jongseob is buried and stretching out your fluttering walls. It’s a little embarrassing how you’re already gushing around him, the slick pooling and nearly wetting his sweats that are haphazardly shoved down just enough to make way.
The sight makes you turn to bury your face in Jongseob’s neck, where you can feel it as he laughs at your timidness.
“Still want to join, Sho?” Jongseob says and you hear Soul’s shaky breath coming from the headphones lodged around Jongseob’s neck and under your head.
You feel a tremble shoot through your body when all you hear Soul say is a quiet, “She’s pretty.”
Jongseob presses his lips to your head, his hands hooking your legs over the armrests of the chair so you’re still kept on display.
“She is, isn’t she?” He hums in agreement as he pressed a hand over your naval, fingers brushing teasingly over the hem of your panties.
“Is it okay that I’m here?” Soul pipes up after a moment of quiet admiration, his voice already sounding affected even through the crackling audio of the discord call.
“It’s fine,” Jongseob says easily. “She likes the attention.”
The words go to your head and make it feel all stuffy with a heady need— the way they’re talking about you like you’re just a pretty little thing to be mused at. But you’re feeling a little restless with all the preamble; you’ve been kept warm on his cock for over a half hour already and you didn’t have much patience to start off with.
Jongseob hisses softly when your walls clamp down on him in a silent plea to get on with it. “She’s also a little impatient,” Jongseob scolds lightly before he pries off the headphones around his neck, letting your head fall unobstructed to his shoulder. “Take care of her for me, will you?”
You don’t get to wonder what he means by that before you feel him securing the headphones over your ears.
You lift your head, turning to give him a questioning look but he’s grabbing your chin and turning you to face the camera.
Soul’s voice wraps around your head like soft twine, beckoning your full attention to him. “Hi.”
You swallow down the little whine that nearly comes out. His voice has always been pleasing on your ears, musical but rough in a way that has you despising how quiet he tends to be.
“Hi,” you say— breathe, more like it. Your heart stutters when you feel Jongseob’s warm hands come down to hold your hips in place when you start to squirm again.
Soul giggles, a sound that has you warm all over. “He was right about you being needy all the time.”
Of course Jongseob would tell him about the intimate parts of your relationship. You’re not innocent of that crime either though, so you don’t question it.
Your lips pull down to a pout instead. “Well he’s been neglecting me for the past hour.” You yelp when Jongseob pinches the skin at your hip. “…Half hour,” you correct sheepishly.
Soul giggles again, and you’re pretty sure you can come from that sound alone. “I guess I’ll just have to help you out here,” he says. You can hear some shuffling from his end like rustling of clothes. “Wanna see your tits first though.”
Your cheeks burn at his direct words; it doesn’t take you by surprise that he doesn’t sugar coat them but you still weren’t prepared. Your hands reach to pull up your shirt but Soul immediately stops you.
“No,” he cuts in quickly and you freeze. “Have him do it.”
His cadence isn’t demanding in any sense, it’s as soft as it always is, but there’s a simmering command in the undertone. It’s starting to become clearer how similar he and your boyfriend really are, as different as they may appear on the outside.
You redirect and lift Jongseob’s hands from your hips to the hem of your shirt, and he understands the cue despite not being able to hear Soul. He lifts it up enough to expose your chest to the cold air, leaving it bunched up at your shoulders.
You hear Soul exhale shakily and your skin prickles at the knowledge of you being pried on. “You’re pretty everywhere,” he mutters, like it wasn’t necessarily meant for you to hear. “Make him play with them.”
The orders add fire to the flames burning between your legs, leaving you needier for anything to quell the ache. But you don’t argue, because as much as you’re craving for stimulation, this is a thrill you’ve never felt before and you’re not ready for it to end quickly.
You nudge Jongseob’s hands from your shoulders down and he needs no further direction to start kneading the soft mounds, not bothering to be gentle with you. He’s long learned you’d prefer him not to be.
You moan softly under the rough touch, your hands bracing on his wrists. Moans turn to soft whimpers as he starts thumb at your nipples, working them into stiff peaks that he tugs at.
Soul’s breaths are coming heavier from the other end. You start to picture him and what he might look like splayed out on his own chair and touching himself to the sight of you. But all you have to go off is his icon flashing with every sharp breath that makes its way through the line.
“Wanna see you, Sho,” you find yourself saying without further thought. You gasp sharply when Jongseob’s thumbs dig harshly into your nipples, but he makes no move to interrupt.
Soul makes a soft noise, something like a whimper. He doesn’t bother with a verbal response before the screen changes.
It goes black for a split second before you’re met with the image of Soul, leaning back on his chair with only his upper body visible and armed with his Pikachu headband around his head. His lips are parted with heavy breaths, his pale cheeks are flushed a pretty red, his round eyes are glued to his screen— to you. You can hear it more clearly now that you can see his arm moving— the quiet, slick sounds of skin on skin as his hand moves over himself just below screen.
The sight of him has you fluttering around Jongseob, who you feel twitching against you in response. His hands falter over your chest, opting to just stay pressed against you instead. You bite down on your lip to stifle your moan as you rock yourself down on his cock, desperate to feel something to soothe over your aching heat.
“Stop,” Soul interjects, and you can see the way his dark eyes flash with something heated as he says it.
Despite your craving for stimulation, you halt under his command.
“If you want to fuck him, do it properly,” he urges you, and you can see the movements of his arm slow down. “Get up on your knees, okay?”
It’s bizarre how the gentleness of his tone despite the sharp words turns you on. It’s becoming apparent to you that it’s not just Jongseob’s rough way of speaking to you that does it for you.
You take a slow breath as you drop your legs from the armrests, using your hands to brace on them instead as you prop yourself on your knees on either side of Jongseob’s thighs.
You whimper when Jongseob slips out of you from the movement but he’s quick to guide himself back into you while he uses his other hand to pull you back down to his lap. You grunt at the sharp impact, your body tensing when he rolls up into you, shoving his pulsing cock as deep as he can from that angle. The sharp pleasure has your head dropping back on his shoulder with a shuddered moan.
A strained laugh from Soul’s end has you looking back up at the screen to see a sly little smile on his lips. “You’re both needy,” he muses. His hand has stilled completely, his focus shifted to just watch you both.
“Sho, please,” you beg, your knuckles whitening on the armrests with restraint. “Need to come.”
He hums, eyes fluttering closed for a short moment as his arm reanimates, the slick sounds of him stroking himself audible again. “Go on, then. Take what you need from him.”
You let out a sharp breath of relief, using your hands to start lifting yourself up. “Thank you,” you mumble out of instinct, then slowly sink back down on Jongseob’s cock, letting out a shaky breath as he fills you up again.
“So well behaved,” Soul coos fondly as Jongseob’s hands bear down on your hips, not pushing, just holding as you slowly fuck yourself on him. “Feel good?”
Your eyes flutter closed as you start to lose yourself to the way every ridge of Jongseob grazes along your walls, the way he steadily pulses and twitches in you with every languid thrust.
“Y-Yeah,” you gasp, blinking your eyes open. You watch as Soul’s hand slows down to match the pace you’ve set, but it’s frustrating that you can’t actually see. “Sho… Mm, wanna see you.”
Soul’s breath hitches and you see his hand falter. But he’s quickly rolling himself back on the chair, just enough so that you can see him work himself, his face still in frame.
The sight has you clamping sharply down on Jongseob. His shorts are shoved to his mid thighs as he slowly strokes himself with a slick fist. He’s thick and hard in his grasp, leaking steadily with every stroke and flushed the same pretty red as his cheeks.
You can feel Jongseob twitch inside you, can feel the sharp breaths he takes by the rapid rise of his chest against your back. You get the sneaking suspicion that this ‘arrangement’ wasn’t only for you.
“So pretty, Sho,” you murmur, picking up the pace of your hips. The pleasure ebbs into a burning sensation that leaves you trembling after every thrust.
Just as you’d expected, Soul picks up the pace on his cock, his lips falling with short, quiet moans.
“Didn’t expect Jongseobie to be so noisy,” he says through laboured breaths.
You realize you haven’t been hearing a single thing from your boyfriend, thanks to his ridiculous noise-cancelling headphones, so you push one side of it back to catch the end of a soft whine when you sink fully down on him.
You settle on his lap, giggling a little through the haze of your lust. “He’s always noisy.”
Jongseob retaliates by thrusting up in a pointed grind that has him punching right into your g-spot.
You yelp at the sharp spike of pleasure, your body jolting up in his hold but his hands on you are tight enough to pull you right back down on his cock.
“Seobie,” Soul says, and your headphones are dislodged enough from your head to let the audio reach Jongseob. “I wanna see her cum on your cock.”
You feel yourself throb pathetically at the declaration.
“With pleasure,” Jongseob answers with a sly grin that you catch from the corner of the monitor where your camera feed is displayed.
Then he has one hand wrapped around your neck to keep you held back to his chest, the other one moving down to draw quick circles around your aching clit.
“Seob!” You gasp, your hands flying up to claw down on his forearm.
He’s relentless as he brings you down to your orgasm, your body strung up enough to reach it quickly with the rapid pleasure on your clit and the heady feeling of his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck.
You come while a cry of his name, your body thrashing through your climax.
You don’t get a chance to recover before he slips himself out of you and you’re being manhandled up to your feet and bent over his desk. Your hands scramble to find purchase as you feel him hastily tug your panties down before he’s bullying his way back into your sensitive cunt, ignoring the way you cry out at the burn as he starts to pound into you, his nails sharp as they dig into your hips.
You’re helpless to just take it, your fingers clawing into the wood of his desk, body bucking up with each rough thrust and wanton moans stumbling from your lips.
Your eyes are blurry from the overwhelming pleasure but you can still make out the screen. The camera captures the sight of you bent over and Jongseob fucking mindlessly into you as he chases his pleasure, shirt tucked up under his chin to keep everything visible for Soul.
Soul, whose face is twisted with pleasure, who’s working his cock in the same rapid pace as Jongseob is fucking into you with.
Jongseob’s hand reaches over to yank the wire of the headphones out of his PC, and Soul’s frantic breaths and whiney moans are out there in the air mixing with yours and Jongseob’s.
“Fuck,” Jongseob whispers, his hips faltering when he finally gets to hear Soul. He bears his hand on your head to keep you down, then starts to fuck into you again with a new vigour that has you already barreling towards your next orgasm.
Your eyes stay locked onto Soul’s image, the way he whispers your name in repeated tandem with the way he starts to fuck up into his fist, his nose scrunched as he fights to hold out.
But he breaks, and brings both you and Jongseob down with him. He comes with a sharp cry of your name, head thrown back, face twisted in bliss as his body writhes through his orgasm.
The sound of your name on his lips through broken moans has you falling again. You come for the second time with Soul’s name on your tongue this time, and that has Jongseob’s hips stutter as he drives desperately into you in frantic thrusts before he pushes all the way in and stills as he paints your walls with his release.
Your limbs fall loose as the high of your climax fades, numb to the way Jongseob remains buried and twitching in you. He’s quick to gather you in his arms before falling back into his chair, holding you against him.
“Shota,” he says through rough breaths as he reaches down to loop an arm under your leg, ignoring your questioning whimper as he lifts it.
Soul blinks his eyes open, clearing the haze to focus on Jongseob as he pulls himself out of you and pushes two fingers into your twitching folds.
The sharp hiss you make at the contact does nothing to deter him, neither does the way you scold his name. He shushes you quiet, pressing his lips to your cheek as he scissors his fingers open and lets his release leak out of you in a steady stream.
You would hide your face from the embarrassment of being pried apart like this, but you don’t want to look away from the look on Soul’s face as he watches with his mouth agape.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he starts to frantically fix himself up. “I’m coming over. Don’t move.”
Then the video feed cuts out as the call ends, and you’re left with a full screen view of Jongseob’s fingers in your messy cunt, creaming with your mixed arousals.
You turn your face into Jongseob’s neck to escape the image, groaning. “Put that away,” you grumble, wincing when you feel his fingers swiping at the arousal leaking out of you before pushing it back in your twitching folds.
“Hush.” He grabs your chin with his other hand, lifting your gaze to his teasing one. “Shota’s coming over. Don’t be acting up now.”
You scowl. “Or what?”
His eyes flash with something heavy and you have to fight to not wither under it.
“He may seem nice,” he trails off to peck your lips softly, a daunting contrast to the weight of his next words, “But he can be a lot worse than me if you provoke him. So behave.”
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synopsis ▸ ever since that night, the boys have been nothing but generous to you. so much so that you think it’s about time you give back to them, but of course, they (jiung) have to make things difficult for you: you can’t cum without making them all cum first. what starts as a simple challenge devolves into pure debauchery, and the night falls quickly out of hand. your hand, at least.
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In hindsight, leaving your phone unlocked in that den of boundless wolves was a terrible idea, especially with what you left open and forgotten in your search tab in your late night delirium of morbid curiosity.
But the popcorn was running low and everyone else was too hung up on their pointless argument of the day, so could you really blame it on them when you walk back out to the living room to see them hovered over Intak who had taken your phone to fact check the hot actress’s name?
Yes, but it’s no less mortifying.
They stare at the screen, jaws agape, some faces (Keeho, Taeyang) beyond amused and some faces (Jiung, Jongseob) beyond red.
And you have a hankering for exactly what they’re looking at.
“What,” you start, slow and sharp. “The fuck,” their eyes snap up to you in unison, wide and glittering. “Are you doing?”
It’s silent.
Until,
“I don’t know, noona,” Intak starts with a wide beam on his face, the apples of his cheeks tinged pink. “Why are you searching up how to give a blowjob?”
The popcorn bowl in your hand clatters to the kitchen counter as you immediately make way to lunge at him.
But a body intercepts you, catching you around the waist and spinning you away from Intak’s shrieking self.
“Shota, let me at him!” You yelp, thrashing in his grasp. “Give me back my phone!”
There’s commotion behind you as you continue to struggle in Shota’s iron grip, voices overhauling each other to fight for the phone.
“Wait, there’s another tab!” You hear Keeho yell, sounding positively overjoyed. “How to please your man in six—”
“Stop!” You cry, thrashing even harder. Your body burns, your head feels dizzy, and you feel like you might actually throw up from embarrassment.
Shota, sensing your distress, has the decency to let you go.
You immediately bolt to where Keeho’s sitting on the floor beside Intak, snatching the phone from his grasp before he can even react.
He jumps back when you do, startled by your speed. “Wait, I wanna see—“
“You,” you snap, ignoring him completely to glare at Intak. You’re seething, breathing heavy, and looking surely vaguely deranged. “Do you have no manners? What makes you think you can just take people's phones?!”
Intak gapes at you, jaw working around empty words as he struggles to defend himself. “I-I just wanted to search up if that was really her—“
“You idiot, I don’t care if—“ You immediately cut yourself when you see his eyes start to glimmer with tears, blinking in an attempt to push them back with no avail. “Okay, that’s not fair, you can’t just cry your way out of every problem.”
He grins then, expression switching in a split second. “Can I kiss my way out of it then?”
Your sputter, Jongseob cutting in before you can. “Please,” he scoffs, roughly shoving Intak’s arm. “Like you haven’t been doing enough kissing.”
Your cheeks flush, mind flitting back to all those mornings that Intak had made you burn your eggs while he kept you distracted with his head between your thighs. It was a lot more than kissing…
“Not enough with how you and Shota are always hogging her,” Intak immediately retorts, shoving him back.
Memories of morning indulgences fade into late nights in Shota’s chair with Jongseob on the line over a forgotten game, and more late nights in Jongseob’s lap to “keep him warm” while he finishes a round or two.
“You three are equally terrible,” Keeho cuts in while Shota snickers in the back, then adds under his breath, “Selfish brats.”
He’s not wrong. With how often the younger three steal you away, you rarely get more than a few indulgent kisses with Keeho.
“We’re getting off topic,” Taeyang, ever the mediator, pipes in. He’s still smirking from where he’s sat on the couch behind Intak, watching you with slitted, mischievous little eyes. “Care to explain?”
Your defenses crawl up your skin, as they always do whenever Taeyang is in the picture. As far as intimacies go since that night two weeks ago, you haven’t shared much with him save for some teasing touches and lingering looks that make you wonder just why he hasn’t initiated anything more like the others.
Well, like the others except Jiung, the only one who seems to be actively avoiding you. Your eyes glance at him without your permission. He’s tucked himself away to the farthest corner of the big couch, his gaze stuck down to where he picks at his nail.
You ignore the sting in your chest—whatever, you’re not that greedy.
“If you must know,” you relent with a huff, turning your narrowed eyes back to Taeyang. The only way to fight his can’t-be-damned demeanour is with one of your own. “I just wanted to learn how to repay you guys.”
“Repay?” Shota asks with a blink and a tilt of his head from where he stands.
You shrug your shoulders, dropping onto the bean bag across from where the others are loosely huddled. “You guys have been… giving a lot,” you say for lack of better wording. “And I don’t want to just take and not give forever.”
The grin that grows on Keeho’s lips is smug and a little fond. “Aw, but I like taking care of my princess,” he teases with just a hint of condescension. “You know we like taking care of you.”
The admission is honest. And it makes something warm pool in your belly that’s not just arousal.
“I know,” you mumble, shuffling to sit up straighter. “But my point still stands. I want to be able to make you guys cum too.”
There’s a pause that settles as they take in your admission, so earnest, leaving you squirming a little in your chair. You think you hear a hitched breath here or there.
“Yeah?” Intak breathes out eventually, eyes wide and eager as he watches you. “Show us what you learned then,” he says, ever so eager. “From your research.”
Your eyes snap wide open as you peer around the room, keeping your gaze away from the corner. “Here? Now?”
“Is there a better time?” Taeyang asks. He’s leaned back on his elbows, head tilted slightly so that his hair is wisped over his face in a stupidly attractive way.
You almost glare at him. “I suppose not…”
“Don’t be nervous,” Keeho coos, then starts giggling at his own joke before he even voices it. “Even if we’re not easy it's not like you have to worry about making Jiung cum.”
Your stomach lurches when Jiung’s head snaps up to look at Keeho (and thankfully not you). “What happened last time wasn’t my fault!”
“Oh, then whose was it?”
“It was T—“ He stops himself, seeming to think better as his ears turn pink. He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t get a proper chance last time.”
“Well, have you tried to redeem yourself yet?” Keeho asks with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning over Taeyang’s lap to poke at Jiung.
Jiung pushes himself farther away while swatting at his hand, refusing to look anyone in the eye. “I—That’s not—“
Taeyang snickers, watching Jiung with an equally amused grin. “Embarrassed?”
They’re scary together, Keeho and Taeyang. You wonder just how much they would push Jiung, how much they have in the past.
Jiung’s face turns fire red, and it makes you giggle.
His eyes snap to you, and you purse your lips together, quickly averting your gaze.
You can see him narrow his eyes at you from your peripheral. “I don’t think you should be laughing,” he says sharply, and it draws your gaze back to him, lips parting in shock.
“Excuse me?”
There’s a shift in his gaze. You hate to admit how his gaze makes your skin prickle, like being simply acknowledged by him is what your body’s been craving. Gone is the fidgety, nervous mess that Jiung is whenever he would get near you after that fateful night. Before you is the Jiung who’d commanded you with just his voice, the one who’d made you nearly cum on just the sound alone.
“How about you try it? You wanna make us cum?” He asks, and something about the way his eyes sharpen, the way his voice lowers, it makes you inclined to obey his every word. “Don’t cum without making us finish first. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”
It lights something in your chest, something hot and vengeful. You meet his narrowed eyes with your own. Jiung’s known to be stubborn but you’re no better, especially in the face of a challenge.
“Does everything have to be a game with you people?” You scoff, though you’re already tracing him over, willing yourself to recall every one of his weak spots.
Jiung notices, and places the pillow in his lap aside, like he’s giving you free reign to try. It makes you want to claw at him.
“Didn’t you have a good time last time?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts to sit closer to the edge of the couch, parting his legs almost in invitation. “Come on. Show us what you learned from your research.”
The way he says ‘research’ with a hint of condescension to his voice makes your head burn with the need to shut him the fuck up. It also makes the space between your legs burn, but you don’t concern yourself with that.
Six pairs of eyes watch you as you rise to your feet and make your way to Jiung. It almost feels like that night, with you all exposed and vulnerable for the taking, except entirely different because now it’s not just one on one, or three on one.
You barely survived the last time, and if this leads to anything like that… you can’t imagine how you’ll survive this time. Especially now that you can’t come.
You drop to your knees in the space between his legs, your eyes locked onto his heated ones. They’re dark, almost entirely swallowed by his pupils as he watches you.
No one says a word as they watch you watch each other. Almost like they’re waiting in bated breath, unsure of who might lash out first.
“And if I win?” You ask, resting your hands on his knees, a light touch that makes his legs give a minuscule twitch. “What do I get?”
He huffs out a tiny laugh, short and breathy as he reaches to card his hand through your hair, pushing the tresses back and nudging you closer with his hand on the back of your head. “As if you don’t have enough?” He clicks his tongue. “I didn’t take you for being greedy.”
But you don’t give to his push, your lips pulling up when his brows pinch together at your disobedience. “And I didn’t take you for being a pussy.”
He scowls at you, but you cut in before he can retort.
“It’s only fair.” You slide your hands slowly up the expanse of his thighs, his muscles tensing under the heat of your palms. You preen internally, at how you have him under the control of your touch this time. Is this what gives Taeyang his giant ego? “Reward and punishment, isn’t it?”
“She’s got a point,” says the devil, Taeyang, himself. He’s not too far now, moved closer to Jiung on the couch.
Jiung works his jaw, his fingers gripping down and digging into your skull. “We can make you cum however you want. Your pick.”
The prospect makes you smile. “I can work with that.”
“Good. Now are you gonna shut up and—“ He cuts off with a hiss, head tilting back when you cup your hand over the strained tent in his lap and firmly knead down.
It’s a nice feeling under your palm, not entirely unfamiliar as Intak had guided your hand clumsily over himself during one of your quick chases for relief, but it’s never been anything exploratory.
You shift your hand, finding the thick length of his shaft, and slowly drag a tight hand along it over the fabric of his pants.
Jiung grits back a choked groan, his hips bucking up to chase the touch.
“So sensitive,” you coo without thought, but you don’t get to savor it before he’s shoving your hand off of him and reaching for his waistband.
“Don’t stall,” he says, pushing down his sweats and his boxers down to his thighs. You’re reunited with the sight of his cock, half hard as he takes it into his hand and gives it a firm tug. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, at the pearly drops gathered at his flushed tip. “C’mon.” He puts his hand on the back of your head again, urging you forward. “Show me what you learned.”
You could fight back. Or you could just make him weep.
So you give under his pull this time, bracing your hands in his thighs once more, and rise up on your knees to take him into your mouth.
Your lips wrap snug around his tip, the musky taste of him bursting on your tongue at the first swipe along his slit.
You hum at the unfamiliar taste, following your instinct to give it a suck to taste more of him on your tongue.
Jiung’s fingers tighten in your hair, digging down to push you.
You give under the push, sinking down to take more of his length. The intrusion is foreign and makes your throat clench when his tip brushes the back of your mouth, but the details from the article you’d read just last night flit back to you.
You breathe in deep through your nose and let your muscles relax around him, and only then do you push to take just a bit more.
It’s too much. Your throat clenches around him uncomfortably and you pull off immediately, coughing into your arm.
Keeho somehow appears on your left (he must have moved at some point from Taeyang’s side) and reaches to brush your hair back.
“She’s so eager,” he teases, almost obligatory, because then he’s wrapping a gentle hand under your jaw and guiding you back to Jiung’s cock. “Don’t take too much too quick.”
“We shouldn’t be allowed to help,” you hear Taeyang mumble.
You flush under the careful watch, wrapping your hand around Jiung’s base as Keeho guides you to take Jiung back in your mouth regardless of what Taeyang says.
“You’re just a bitch Tae,” Keeho says distantly, too focused on the way your lips stretch around Jiung, who’s already starting to look a little too affected so early on. “She went through all that trouble of learning, best we can do is guide her through it. Isn’t it, princess?” He hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the apple of your heated cheek. He revels in the little whimper you let out, his own cock stirring in his jeans as he lets his hand join Jiung’s to push you down a little further. “You’re gonna take all our cocks aren’t you?” He whispers in your ear, chuckling at the choked sound you give. “Gonna make us all cum like our good little whore?”
He wants to push you more, but he gets yanked back by Jiung’s hand on the back of his collar.
“Stop interrupting her,” he snaps, shooting him a nasty side glare before turning back to watch you as you slide up to suckle at his tip.
Keeho rolls his eyes but relents, settling to palm himself through his jeans. He can be patient. For now.
But all of that noise goes over your head, because you’re too caught up in the heady taste of Jiung on your tongue.
His hand stays a steady presence in your hair, not quite pushing anymore, but there to remind you that he will if he needs to.
But he doesn’t need to, not when you start a steady pace of sinking down to take half his length then slip up and work the gummy head with your tongue while your hand works whatever you can’t fit in your mouth.
It’s clumsy at first, exploring and learning, but your movements become sharper by the second. The sounds are lewd, wet and filthy, mingling among the heavy breaths here and there not just from you.
You glance up to see Jiung’s blown eyes steadfast on you, his cheeks flushed, his brows pinched and lips slightly bitten. He’s breathing heavily, a sure sign that you’re doing something right.
The sight of him shoots electric heat right to your core, where you can feel yourself dampening by the second. Your thighs are pressed together to quell some of that helpless desire, but it’s not enough. Whatever, it’s not like you can do much about that anyway—you’re not sure you can handle one of Taeyang’s punishments if he deems you worthy of one for failing Jiung’s challenge.
The state that Jiung was left in that night… you don’t think you’d survive.
You look up at him again. He’s got his head tilted back, lips parted as he pants. Your clit gives a pathetic throb—what you’d do to get him in that state yourself. Maybe you really are starting to understand Taeyang.
Taeyang, who’s sitting at your right and palming himself through his sweats. He notices that you’re peering up through your lashes, of course he does, and gives you a lazy, smug little smile.
But you don’t pay it any mind, your eyes locking onto the thick bulge straining the fabric.
Your mouth slows down on Jiung, opting to stay and suckle at the tip as if you’re almost entranced by the sight of Taeyang’s hand wrapped over himself, pulsing down to relieve himself. Your hand gives an involuntary twitch.
Jiung’s hips buck up, his tip poking up into the side of your cheek and nearly grazing against your teeth.
“Come on,” he whispers under his breath impatiently, and it spurs you back.
You hollow your cheeks, sucking tightly around his cock as you slide down and up, and Jiung lets out a satisfied groan over you.
“There you go,” he sighs, nails gently grazing into your scalp. “Good…”
It makes you whimper around him, the sound making him buck up into your mouth again. You can’t really tell if he’s getting close just yet, but you know you’re winding him up to it. Maybe you just need to double your efforts.
But you can’t, because Taeyang takes the hand you have holding onto Jiung’s knee and places it right over his own erection.
Your hand twitches at the sudden feel of him, your mouth faltering again, eyes snapping to the side to watch as Taeyang kneads your hand down with the guide of his own hand splayed over yours.
He’s hot under your hand even through the fabric, thick and pulsing and impossibly hard. You’d nearly forgotten just how big he is.
Without thinking, you reach up to his waistband and tug down.
Taeyang smirks, lifting his hips to shuck his sweats and boxers down, letting himself spring free as he settles to sit closer, almost flush against Jiung’s side.
Jiung doesn’t protest, can’t really when you eagerly grasp Taeyang in your hand. He can’t be that greedy when he’s given you such a long task. And he doesn’t quite hate the pained hiss Taeyang lets out when you drag your fist up his cock, the touch too dry to be pleasurable.
But Jiung does hate it when you move off of him to reach over and take Taeyang’s cock into your mouth. He also hates that his dick twitches at the sight of your lips stretched around the thick girth as you struggle to take him in and slick him up with your tongue.
Taeyang’s hand twitches at his side but before he can get his grubby hands on you, Jiung pulls you off of him with his hand back in your hair and not so gently pulls you back to himself. Fuck not being greedy, he is. For you he is, and he’s been watching the others have their fill of you for the past few weeks while all he did was watch from a distance and wallow at his own pathetic self.
“Jesus,” Taeyang scoffs at his side, but Jiung can’t bring himself to care as he feeds you his cock again, sighing at the warmth of your mouth engulfing him. “Didn’t take you for a pusher, Jiungie.”
Jiung scowls at the nickname, gripping down on your hair when you sink further, enough to have him hitting the back of your throat with each bob of your head. He shudders at the sensitivity.
“Tired of not getting what I want,” he muttered passively, blinking back the haze that’s starting to cloud his vision.
Taeyang lets out a pleased groan, and Jiung glances over to see that you’re working him with your fist at the same pace you’re working your mouth.
He watches as Taeyang’s face twitches each time you pass over your tip, twisting your hand around it with each upstroke. Whatever article you’d read on that must have been good. Or you’re just a natural.
Whatever it is, Jiung feels a twisted sense of pleasure fester in his chest at Taeyang being so affected by so little.
“Sensitive?” Jiung asks, not bothering to mask the condescension dripping from his tone.
Taeyang opens his fluttering eyes and laughs breathily, looking down at where Jiung is starting to subconsciously buck his hips up to meet your mouth.
“Don’t worry about me,” Taeyang says, brows pinching and teeth gritting when your hand starts to pick up the pace. “Close?”
Jiung doesn’t know what it is that sets off that competitive fire in him, but he thinks that somehow, cumming first would mean losing to Taeyang. And he can’t allow that to happen. Again.
“Not even,” he lies, willing that heat in his gut to loosen. But it’s there and it’s insistent with each swirl of your tongue over his cock, with each little suckle you give his tip every time you drag up.
“Good. Me neither,” Taeyang says, and Jiung knows it’s a lie too.
But you don’t notice, far too busy with the cock in your mouth and the other one in your hand. It’s difficult to coordinate with just them, but it becomes infinitely more so when someone settles behind you, lifts your hips, and starts grinding their hard-on against your clothed cunt.
You moan at the sharp pleasure that bursts through your body. The groan behind you lets you know it’s Intak, and you’re not surprised in the least.
You are, though, a little miffed when he starts a steady pace rutting into you, distracting you with the heady heat that climbs through your body with his dick slotted right between your aching folds.
You lose track of both Jiung and Taeyang, your body honed in on the pressure that your body’s been craving for so long.
And it makes Taeyang impatient, because he reaches over to dig his hand in your hair and starts to guide your head on Jiung with unabashed force.
Your confused hum gets lost on Jiung as he moans, his hips starting to twitch and tremble under you.
Another hand wraps around yours on Taeyang’s cock, bigger and rougher than Taeyang’s, and starts to guide your hand at a quicker pace, but with the mess of everything you can’t really care.
So you shut your eyes and focus, trying to ignore as Intak ruts against you, and hone your efforts.
It’s enough damage to Taeyang, who knows he’s probably fighting a losing battle because with your hand and Jiung’s hand working his cock, he knows he’s bound to not last.
And when Jiung sets his mind to something, he’s usually not one to back down (save for some of his more… vulnerable moments).
But he tries anyway, pushing your head down in Jiung’s lap and forcing you to take him down to the hilt. He only feels a little bad as you gag and sputter around it, but he’s not too guilty when Jiung lets out a choked moan and bows up off the couch.
But he’s annoying, and he doesn’t cum yet, just spurs his hand over yours to move quicker on Taeyang.
“You’re a fucking cheat,” Jiung gasps, pushing Taeyang’s hand off to give you some reprieve as you pant and recover. But you don’t waste time, taking Jiung right back down your throat.
Taeyang’s retort dies on his tongue when Jiung guides your hand to give short, quick strokes at his sensitive tip. He curses as he pulses under the grip, digging his hand into the cushion.
“You’re just bitter you lost,” he says anyway through his choked grunts.
His body writhes under the sensation, gasping when your hand twists around the head of his cock before tightly sinking down. His hips start to buck up with a mind of their own, his eyes rolling back when your hand starts those tight, mind numbing strokes along his tip again.
“You’re a… fuck…” he tries to speaking, but you’re fucking the words out of his head when you move your hand even quicker. “You’re just a s-sore fucking los-er—nngh!”
Taeyang’s body tenses up off the couch, his head thrown back as he gasps for breath, holding on to the last thread of his control.
But it snaps when Jiung leans in, whispering into Taeyang’s ear, breath fanning hot against his already heated skin. “Yeah? Then why are you about to cum?”
Taeyang cums with a ragged yell, spurting hot, thick ropes over your rapid hand. Jiung watches his body writhe through his orgasm—and something about the way he moans and whimpers, the way he trembles and twitches under your hand, the way his plush lips part for air, it does Jiung in.
He curses, grabs your jaw and slides his cock back into your mouth (you’d popped off to focus on milking Taeyang for all he’s worth), and starts to ruthlessly fuck his cock up into your open, pliant mouth.
He gasps as his orgasm builds, crashing over as he starts to shove his cock deep into your throat uncaring for the way your gag around him. And he seats himself in deep, grinding up into your face as he spills down your throat with a guttural groan, his entire body trembling through the overwhelming crash.
You start to push at him eventually, and he lets go amidst his daze, his body going liquid into the cushions as you cough his release back over him.
You’re pretty sure you’re seeing stars, your head spinning and mind reeling all at once. It’s only the insistent pressure of Intak still needily rutting against you that tethers you to reality.
You don’t really get to recover, because Intak’s arms wind around you from behind and pull you to his chest, seating you on his lap over his needy arousal.
His breath is hot and damp against your ear. “Can I eat you out?”
You nearly laugh through your daze at just how addicted he is to living with his head between your thighs. But that’s not what tonight is for.
“No,” you say, reaching back to scratch affectionately into his hair with a pointed grind down on his cock that has him grunting.
You press your lips lazily to his cheek, Jiung’s cum smearing over his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it at all as he turns to you and licks it off your lip before kissing you half heartedly, his mind too caught up in grinding against you.
“Gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumble into the kiss, lifting off of him.
He lets out a little whine when you disconnect, only settling when he sees you just stripping yourself of your layers. You hear him hastily pull his own clothes too before pulling you in and slotting cock against your ass.
You gasp as he starts rocking you down, panting into your ear. “Don’t care, just wanna fuck you,” he whines.
You click your tongue, moving to raise off of him but his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you right back down.
“Please, noona, just sit on my cock,” he pleads.
You feel him against the swell of your ass, hard and pulsing with need, practically begging you to.
“You better listen.”
Keeho’s voice pulls your attention to him as he raises from where he was sitting, his dick sitting long and pretty in his hand as he works it.
You watch as he closes in on you, stopping to stand right in front of you. He strokes himself slowly as he peers down at you with lust ridden eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip.
“If he gets impatient enough he’ll just take what he wants,” he says, voice deep and gravelly. He taps the head of his cock against your lip, smearing the wetness, but something tells you not to do anything without his direct command. “But you’re no stranger to that.”
“No,” you say, letting your breath brush over him. You fight a smile when you see him twitch in his hand. “Have you been watching us, Kyo?”
His smug expression falters for just a second before it livens back into a nearly wicked grin. “Maybe I have,” he says calmly, then hooks the head of his cock against the corner of your lips and pulls, popping out before he digs back in just to push against your teeth.
You still don’t open.
His brows twitch, a flicker of irritation that makes you smile.
But not for long; because then Intak bristles under you, seeming to have had enough. He just wraps one arm around you and hoists you up, his other hand guiding his cock against your sopping cunt.
You gasp at the blunt pressure, at the sheer size of him as he messily seeks out your hole. You’ve never actually taken him before, only seen him once, and you’re quickly reminded of his size, just shy of Taeyang’s.
“W-Wait,” you try to say, but Intak ignores you completely. You gasp when he hooks against your entrance and pushes at the same time he pulls you down.
The stretch as he pierces into you is devastating. Your mouth falls open in a loud cry, your walls clamping down and protesting at the sudden intrusion.
And Keeho takes the opportunity to bully his cock into your mouth, sheathing himself in to the hilt and making you gag.
It’s all encompassing, the feeling of being full from everywhere. Your head gets dizzier the longer Keeho keeps himself buried down your throat, cutting off all your oxygen as he keeps you pressed to his naval with a rough hand in your hair. Intak ruts himself even deeper and holds there, panting and whining at the tightness around his needy cock.
You think you might pass out.
But then Keeho pulls out completely, squeezing down at his base to stave off his quickly rising orgasm. The look on your face almost did him in, cross eyed and empty headed, purely blissed out.
You cough, gasping for air as you try to recover, but Keeho doesn’t feel like being too nice tonight.
“Open,” he says, and his dick jumps at how quickly you let your mouth fall open at his command.
He grins, stroking his fingers gently in your hair as he holds you in place. “Good bunny,” he whispers, then starts to fuck himself into your warm, pliant mouth.
You take it so well, humming softly around him with each stroke, gagging just a little each time he brushes against the back of your throat. The pace is languid, merciful for now.
Your eyes flutter closed, lost at the taste of him, at the feeling. But Intak looks like he’s about to burst into tears under you.
He has to tap your cheek to gain your attention again, and when you blink your hazy eyes open, he places his hand under your jaw to lift you a little.
“Come on, don’t forget about Takki.”
Realization flits through the daze in your eyes, and you follow his pull to rise to your knees, bracing your hands against his sturdy thighs, nails digging into the rough denim.
Slowly, you rise, and Keeho watches as Intak’s eyes roll back, as his body slumps back onto the seat of the couch behind him.
And when you sink back down, slow and like it takes you a great deal of effort to impale yourself on his cock again, Keeho’s pretty sure Intak is gone.
He just laughs at the sight, biting back a comment about how pathetic you both look, and lets you set the pace and adjust to his size.
Soon enough you’re bouncing on his cock with ease, moaning around Keeho like a wanton whore as you chase the burning pleasure which each slam of your hips down on his. Your mission remains a weary thing in the recesses of your mind—you can’t cum without making them cum first.
But it’s becoming more and more difficult by the second to heed to it, because with Intak filling you up, the ridges of his cock stroking every inch of your gummy walls so nicely, all your body wants to do is fuck until you can’t anymore.
And you nearly get lost in that feeling, nearly let yourself chase that release.
Until Keeho grips down on your hair and starts to pound his cock into your mouth, uncaring for the way it makes you gag each time he breaches your throat.
“Fuck,” he hisses above you, his gut coiling at the sight of tears brimming your eyes. But you don’t protest, dutifully taking it as he ruins your throat while you keep fucking yourself down on Intak, though you get clumsier by the second.
Intak is just a mess—moaning and writhing about how noona feels so good, gonna make him cum—he won’t even bother with that.
Keeho’s too focused on you fucking yourself dumb, letting yourself be used like this.
“You’re a fucking cockslut,” he laughs, voice breathy and ragged through his moans. He tightens his grasp on your jaw, digging his thumb into your cheek to feel himself through the barrier. “Bet you’re close from this, aren’t you?”
You nod on him, whining when he stops to rub his tip down on your tongue.
“Yeah? You get off on being used like a cocksleeve?”
Your body gives a quick jerk, like the words were a physical thing threatening to pull your orgasm out of you. It makes his cock pulse dangerously against your tongue.
He grits his teeth, cursing before he starts slamming back into your throat, his pace unforgiving. “Just made for this,” he gasps, the coil in his gut tightening each time you gag on him. You’ve stopping moving on Intak, and Intak starts whining under you, trying to fuck him self up and jerking your body with the movements, but Keeho doesn’t care.
He continues to selfishly chase his orgasm, uncaring for the way you’re convulsing around him. You keep taking it, not pushing, not pulling, just taking.
And it ruins Keeho. He pulls out completely with a pained grunt, fisting himself frantically to completion, holding you in place by the jaw as you gasp and cough and squirm. Thick ropes of his cum spurt out as he finishes with a low grunt, painting your face in pearly white streaks.
Your mouth opens subconsciously, trying to catch his release, and Keeho groans, his cock giving another pathetic little kick at the sight. He indulges you, pushing his tip down on your tongue to smear the rest of his release before pulling back.
You hum at the taste, your body nearly giving out, until Intak, who’s had just about enough, lifts you up and pushes you down onto all fours.
You yelp, scrambling to catch yourself on your hands but Intak pushes you down with a hand between your shoulderblades, arching your ass up to meet his hips where he still remains buried inside you.
“Sorry, noona,” he heaves. “I can’t wait anymore.”
Then he starts to piston into you with no restraint, punching your breaths effectively out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. It hurts with how rough he is, but it burns so good that he rapidly drives not only himself to his orgasm, but yours too.
Alarms blare in your head, and you scramble to push him back but it’s a useless attempt.
“T-Tak, no, ‘m gonna—“
He doesn’t care, holding your hips with both hands, bracing one foot down on the floor so he can pummel into you even harder.
“Can’t stop,” he pants, barely sane as he chases the frantic heat. “C-Can’t stop, noona, need t’cum in y—fuck!”
His orgasm barrels through him unannounced and he fucks it out in you, babbling for you to take it.
It nearly pushes you over. But you’re practically ripped away from him, you cunt empty and clenching around nothing but warm cum, as the world spins around before you’re dumped somewhere.
That somewhere happens to be Shota on the love seat, completely bare of clothes as he wastes no time to shove his hard cock into you.
You whine, writhing in his hold at the sudden stretch, though it’s not completely unwelcome.
“No, stop,” Shota pleads, tightening his strong arms around you. “Stay, I’m so hard.”
“Yeah, noona,” sounds a silky voice from behind you, teasing and light as another wall of warmth hovers at your back. “Stay. Or Shota might cry from not getting his dick wet.”
Shota huffs, rutting up into you. “Shut up, Seobie, just get to work.”
You whine as Shota digs much deeper into you. He’s slimmer than Intak, but longer in a way that makes your toes curl.
“Pushy,” Jongseob chuckles, pressing a warm kiss to your shoulder before he shifts.
Your mind drifts immediately, too far removed from whatever Jongseob was doing as Shota slowly, shallowly fucks up into you. Not in a chase for anything, just as something to do as he waits…?
Your body seizes up taut, a ragged gasp ripping from your throat as you feel a wet pressure start to prod against your hole—not the one Shota’s currently buried in.
“S-Seob!” You yell, squirming as you feel the pressure start to circle the tight ring of muscle.
“Shh, relax,” he coos into your ear, barely pushing against your hole before he starts to circle it again. “It’s just my finger. Gonna open you up first.”
Fuck, you’d nearly forgotten you’d mentioned to him this was something you wanted to try. But you were too drunk on his cock at the time, delirious to what you were saying. It must have stuck with him, if he came prepared to seize any opportunity.
“B-But I’m supposed t’make you…” You trail off with a gasp when he tries to prod into you again.
He presses another kiss to the back of your head. “You will.”
Your knees tighten against Shota’s waist, your hole clenching in resistance when he tries to push in again. Your clit gives a pathetic throb, brushing against the base of Shota’s dick, and you’re quickly reminded of your burning need to cum.
So you start whining.
Taeyang knows exactly why. He’d been watching you intently as the others took their turn with you from where he sat, languidly stroking his newly hardened cock.
“What is it?” He asks, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “Need to cum?”
You nod immediately, squirming, but Shota and Jongseob both hold you still.
“Please,” you sob, your wide eyes flitting over to Taeyang. “Please, just once, need to… please…”
Taeyang’s about to respond, but Jiung beats him to the punch.
“No,” he says, prompt and final.
Taeyang looks to his right, raising a brow at Jiung who watches on. He’s hard again where he’s tucked himself back into his pants, but he doesn’t touch. He just watches.
Taeyang would be impressed if he wasn’t a little pissed off by him.
His gaze turns back to you at the sob you let out, dropping your head to Shota’s chest as you accept your defeat.
You’re still fidgety and tense, Jongseob getting a little frustrated when he’s not making any progress. So Taeyang, being the generous hyung he is, slips his hand out of his pants and gets up, making his way over. He doesn’t mind helping.
You perk up a little at his presence, your eyes immediately locking onto where he’s straining against his sweats where it stands almost eye level with you.
Taeyang scoffs, reaching down to pull himself out. “Come here,” he says, barely having to guide himself before you’re lifting up to take him into your mouth. He sighs at the wet heat wrapping around himself, brushing his thumb against your hollowed cheeks. “That’s it, you feel better with cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
He doesn’t mind helping as long as it gets him his dick sucked.
You just hum around him, too dumb to properly respond. But it seems to do the trick, distracting you enough as you languidly suck on him to have your body relax.
Even Shota latches onto your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it to ease a steady buzz of warm pleasure through your body.
It relaxes you enough that you don’t even notice Jongseob slip the tip of his finger past your rim. Until he starts to shallowly fuck it into you.
You bristle at the unfamiliar feeling, too sharp and intruding for your body to handle. But Jongseob quickly grabs your hip, holding you down.
“Easy, easy,” he consoles, rubbing his hand gently along your spine. “You’re doing good. Just relax, let me in. Just breathe.”
His smooth, low voice thrums pleasantly in your head, easing you down.
You hum softly as Shota switches to your other nipple, sucking softly at Taeyang’s tip as Jongseob slowly pushes his finger in to the second, then third knuckle until his finger sits fully sheathed into you.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos, slowly pulling it out just to push it back in. He kisses your shoulder at your trembling whimpers. “I know, love, I know but it’ll feel better soon, promise.”
And it does, slowly but surely.
He manages to shallowly thrust his finger into you, the stretch becoming more bearable by the second. Your little whimpers spill around Taeyang’s cock where it just sits there on your tongue now, waiting, not pushing.
Soon enough, Jongseob is pushing a second finger in, making your body crumble onto Shota’s chest. But he doesn’t stop, he guides you through it as he scissors you open.
Taeyang guides himself back into your mouth with a hand on your jaw, the other carding through your hair. “You’re taking it so well,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You melt at the uncharacteristic gesture, blinking your bleary eyes up at him. “You’re just that greedy for cock, hm?”
He grins at the fresh wave of tears that pool in your eyes when Jongseob starts to push the third finger in, pouring more lube over your hole to make the slide easier.
But it still devastates you, makes you wail when he sits all three of his fingers to the base.
“That’s enough,” Taeyang says, showing you some mercy as he pulls out to let you gasp the air threatening to leave your lungs. “She can take it now, hurry up.”
Jongseob clicks his tongue at his pushy tone but pulls his fingers out anyway, watching your hole gape around nothing. The comment dies on his tongue as he slicks himself up generously before pushing against the tight ring of muscle.
You jolt at the heavy pressure, far more daunting than his fingers. Your whine of protest is barely a whine at all, just a broken sound because you’re too far gone for anything else.
Then he starts to push in, and it feels like you’re being ripped open, impaled by his hard cock, carved out to make space for him.
You cry out, your nails digging into Shota’s chest at the overbearing intrusion.
“Easy,” you hear Taeyang say from above, his fingers scratching down into your scalp. “Slower.”
He’s not talking to you, though you wouldn’t have much of a mind to listen even if he was. You drop your weight on Shota, who’s tense under you from how hard you’re clenched around him.
Soon enough, Jongseob sheathes himself fully in you. And full doesn’t even begin to explain just what you feel.
You hear your name, gentle against your ear.
“Are you okay?” Shota asks from under you. His thumb comes up to brush away the tear rolling down your cheek.
You let out a stuttered breath, swallowing down the tension in your throat. You breathe out, trying to let go of the tension everywhere else.
Your body eases slowly as it adjusts to Jongseob’s girth, and you find yourself nodding.
“Okay,” you manage to slur, whimpering when Shota presses a warm kiss to your lips.
He uses it as a distraction to buck his hips up slightly, an experimental roll of his hips to see where you are.
When all you give is a soft, pleasured hum as the base of his cock rubs against your aching clit, he starts to slowly rock his hips up until all you’re doing is panting into his lips.
Jongseob doesn’t move just yet, not until he feels you relax more around him. He’s struggling too, at the death grip you have around him, but when you start to ease up, he thrusts into you once just as Shota thrusts out.
You tense up again but it’s momentary, a choked moan escaping you.
Jongseob thrusts in again, and again, then starts to fuck into you at a steady pace, pulling out when Shota pushes into your cunt.
Your body is completely liquid, molten against them to mould and move as they please, as they take what they want.
It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just a steady stream of burning pleasure that grows hotter the more frantic their thrusts become, the noisier they become as they fuck you in tandem.
You give yourself to them mindlessly.
Until Taeyang slides a hand under your head to lift you up, prodding his cock back into your mouth.
You take him pliantly as he starts to fuck into the tight space, groaning low.
“Perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t ya?” He gasps mindlessly, twitching in your mouth.
Your only let your jaw fall wider, gagging around him when he starts to fuck into your throat, but you just take it.
Shota’s whining under you, pretty scarlet lines blooming on his chest from your nails dig down. “F-Feels so good like this,” he gasps, slamming up into you as much as he can with what the tight space can allow.
“So fucking tight,” Jongseob grunts from behind you, hands gripping tight on your hips as he pounds into you. “Shit, not g-gonna last long…”
You moan around Taeyang, your own body pushed closer and closer to its limits. Your neglected pleasure won’t stay intact for much longer, but the recesses of your mind still fears what might happen if you let go too soon.
Taeyang cums in your mouth without warning, pushing in deep to spurt down your throat with a ragged groan.
“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling out as you start coughing, roughly pushing the little bead of release escaping the corner of your mouth back into your tongue with his finger. “Don’t waste it.”
You’re barely recovering from Taeyang, your body jerking under Shota and Jongseob’s brutal thrusts, when Intak shoves his way in, seating himself in your mouth.
You bristle under the sudden intrusion but Intak holds you in place with a hand behind your head, starting to fuck frantically into your tongue.
“Sorry, noona,” he breathes, his head tilting back at the warmth of your mouth. “C-couldn’t help it, need to cum again.”
You don’t complain, not that you can, as he chases his pleasure from you.
Someone takes your hand, wrapping it around their cock for them to fuck into your fist—Keeho, you think, but everything is too blurry now to tell as the four men use your body, fucking you and your mind to tatters practically.
You start to convulse under the onslaught of sensation, the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter.
It’s impossible to stop it now, you don’t have a tethered bone in your body to stop it from happening.
You try to warn them, but it’s a fruitless attempt.
Your orgasm barrels through you violently, snapping through your body like lightning as you jerk through it, wailing around Intak’s cock.
It starts a chain effect, Shota spilling into you with a yell as your cunt flutters around him, Jongseob following soon after with how tightly you tense around him. Your hand and forearm grows damp with Keeho finishing himself in your loose fist, and Intak pulls out of your mouth just to paint your face.
You’re floating somewhere between heaven and earth, body trembling with incessant tremors, mind vacant from anything but the pure bliss.
Until the dread settles heavily over you.
Jiung immediately stands to action when he hears the first sob escape you.
He pushes his way through the bodies, practically knocking Intak to the ground and shoving Keeho aside, urging Jongseob off of you.
He kneels beside you at the second sob, pushing his hand into your hair. But you turn your face away, burying it in Shota’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, his heart climbing up his throat. Were they too rough? Did they hurt you? Fuck, he told them to be more thorough with their prep but—
“I failed,” he hears your tiny voice mumble, and his heart effectively crumbles.
That’s why you’re upset?
Jiung lets out a breath, nudging Shota. Shota gets the hint, gently rolling your body down as he slips out of you with the hiss, moving aside to give Jiung way.
But even as Jiung tries to pull you closer to him, you bury yourself further into the cushions.
“Are you hiding from me?” You hear him ask, and even through the haze you can hear the pout in his voice.
“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, trying to hold in your sniffles but it’s almost like you don’t have control anymore over your body with it being too spent. He slides his hand under your head, forcing you to face him but you squeeze your eyes shut, turning your face into his palm. You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I-I tried, I really did b-but it was too hard, and I couldn’t—“
Your words die when Jiung seals his lips over yours, softly kissing away your woes in an uncharacteristic show of affection.
“You did so good,” he whispers into your lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. “Don’t apologize.”
His heart swells at your wide, glittery eyes looking up at him in awe. “Y-You’re not gonna… p-punish me?” You manage to ask through your little hiccups.
If he were Taeyang he would. But he doesn’t have what it takes.
“No,” he answers, ignoring Taeyang’s little ‘weak’ from behind him. He’ll deal with him later. He stands up, gathering you in his arms. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up.”
“Hey,” Intak pipes up with a whine, sitting up on the ground. “Why do you get to take care of her?”
Keeho snickers from the other couch. “Yeah, Ung, you’re so selfish.”
Jiung merely kicks Jongseob, who yelps ‘I didn’t say anything!’ on the way to your room, telling them over his shoulder to, “Make her food.”
You stay curled in Jiung’s arm as he carries you to your bed, setting you gently onto it.
He stands to get a towel from your bathroom, coming back to see you watching him intently where you’re splayed. He has to keep himself from ogling your naked body, clearing his throat as he sits on the edge beside you to gently run the towel over your face, working his way down the mess.
“Jiung,” you say quietly.
The sound fills him with warmth. He still doesn’t meet your eye. “Hm?”
“You’re still hard.”
His face burns, and he averts his gaze as he runs the towel between your thighs, whispering a quick apology as he brushes against your sensitive core.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, willing his voice not to crack.
But then you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging him down to your body. He goes down, watching you closely as you lift your weak body.
His back hits the mattress, the warmth of your body engulfing his as you climb on top of him. He's about to protest again and tell you that you don’t have to, until you align your hips and grind down against his hard on.
He cuts off with a whine, reminded of the arousal festered in his gut from watching the others take you apart.
A full body shudder runs through him. You relish in the way his eyes roll back at the simple sensation.
And then you’re on your back, Jiung climbing on top of you. He tugs off his shirt, but you don’t get the chance to admire his adorned skin before he’s devouring you in a deep kiss.
You make a questioning sound as he slots himself between your legs, but he just shoves himself free of his clothes then presses the head of his cock through your folds, making you gasp.
“Let me take care of you?” He asks, begs almost, as he teases at your messy hole, his free hand braced on your hip.
You don’t have the mind to speak. So you just nod.
Jiung seats his cock into you with one push, his body shuddering at finally feeling you around him. And it’s so enticing that he just can’t hold back.
He wants to be gentle, wants to coax you to a sweeter release—but he can’t.
He pounds into you desperately, shoving himself as deep as he can go with each frantic thrust, quickly going dumb in your pussy.
His arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place as he splits you open, the rough slap of hips and loud squelch of your messy folds the only sounds besides both your ragged breathing. He buries his face in your shoulder, unable to hold back his whimpers.
“You feel so—“ He whines, breaking apart with a deep groan when you clench around him, his hips stuttering.
A moan breaks through your chest when he rolls in deep, just rutting against you desperately. Your arms around him aren’t enough to hold on, he thrashes your body in his arms with each buck of his hips.
“Jiung,” you whimper, pulsing around him when he pulls out just to fuck his tip into you, teasing you in a way that melts your brain. “Ji, please, m’gonna c-cum, can I…”
He slams into you, his cock twitching inside of you before he pulls out just to slam back in, punching yells out of you each time.
“Cum for me,” he breathes into your ear, then hooks his hands under your knees, folding them at your sides as he pounds into you, thrusting squarely into that gummy spot inside of you over and over. “C-Cum for me… just for me.”
This one doesn’t feel like the last one—when you cum, you break.
Your vision whites out, your entire body going taut as your arousal sprays out of you, drenching Jiung and the bed.
It only spurs Jiung on—he fucks you faster as he barrels through his own orgasm, muffling his cry into your shoulder as he pistons in deep and shoots into you.
When Jiung comes back to his senses, it’s with his head on your chest and Taeyang standing over him with a bowl of ramen in his hand and a disapproving frown on his lips.
“Taking care of her, huh?” He tsk’s, placing the bowl on the bedside table.
Jiung just groans, turning to bury his face in your skin. “Fuck off.”
“Careful, don’t wake her.”
Jiung lifts his head to see your eyes closed, your lips parted as small puffs of breaths pass through. He pushes back the damp hair at your head, a soft smile tugging up at the peaceful sight.
Taeyang snorts at the spectacle. Though he doesn’t quite blame it on Jiung for the dumbstruck look in his eye.
But he needs to get to work.
“Okay, be cooperative,” he says, and doesn’t allow Jiung to question before he rounds the bed to the other side and reaches forward to wrap his arms around both you and Jiung, tugging you to the cleaner area of the bed.
Jiung bristles, opening his mouth to yell at him but quickly snaps shut when you start to stir.
They both pause with bated breath, sighing when you lull off again with a breath, and Taeyang gets to work. He manages to pull the dirty sheets out from under your and Jiung’s tangled bodies and get fresh ones on. He wipes you clean after, tossing Jiung a towel of his own, but when he sees Jiung just blinking slowly up at the ceiling, unresponsive, he sighs and wipes him clean himself.
By the end of it, Jiung is tangled with you again and half asleep.
Taeyang is hesitant to leave, riddled with the urge to climb into the bed and gather you both in his arms (or maybe push Jiung off). But before he can make a sound decision, the door barges open.
Taeyang hisses viciously towards the door just as Intak opens his fat mouth to yell something stupid surely, his arms suspended above his head where he’s holding up a can of Arizona.
His expression quickly morphs into apologetic when he sees what he’d nearly disrupted—but instead of turning around and leaving, he just pads in and makes his own space at the foot of the bed.
Naturally, Shota and Jongseob follow him in and take the corner edges of the bed flanking Intak.
Taeyang sighs, half considering beating them out with his shoe. He’s still not used to having to share you.
But he watches as Intak immediately picks a fight with Jiung instead (effectively waking him up) about letting him cuddle you but Jiung only tightens his hold on you.
“You’re clingy after sex,” Taeyang says with a snicker.
Jiung’s eyes snap up to him, sharp and eerily fox-like. “So? At least I’m not one note like you,” he grumbles, making sure to keep his voice low as he nuzzles into your shoulder again.
“One note?” Taeyang muses as he sidles into your other side. “Which note is that?”
“Rude.”
It’s not Jiung that answers.
Keeho finds his way into the room with an armful of gatorade bottles, making his way over to the people pile on the bed to hand them out.
“It felt great seeing Jiung put you in your place,” Keeho says as he climbs on behind Jiung, wrapping his arms around him.
Jiung makes a sound of protest mid sip, trying to shake the other man off but Keeho just snuggles in harder.
“Maybe I should reward you for that,” Keeho adds lecherously, giggling when Jiung glares at him. But Taeyang doesn’t miss the blush tinging Jiung’s cheeks.
“Okay,” Intak starts, lifting his head. “If you three are gonna fuck can you just hand her over to us so—” He cuts off with a loud squawk as Taeyang chops him over the bed.
The sound wakes you, and you stir with huffs and grumbles. Jiung winces when your elbows start flailing out.
“You guys are so loud,” you grit, turning to bury your face into Jiung’s chest, like you’re trying to carve your way in and use him to drown out the noise.
Somehow, after everything, Jiung starts to feel shy at the display. And it only makes Keeho more annoying, who coos and pinches at Jiung’s reddening cheek.
Jiung doesn’t react, hoping he’ll bore himself out.
Intak pouts, still rubbing his head. “It wasn’t my fault, Taeyang hit me!”
Taeyang narrows his eyes at him. “How childish are you?”
Intak whacks his shin. “You’re childish.”
Taeyang sends him a kick, and Intak’s about to hit him again, until you groan.
“God!” You snap, huffing and lifting your head to glare. “If you’re not here to sleep, leave.”
Intak immediately settles, mumbling a quiet apology as he attaches himself to your leg.
But Taeyang, ever the contrarian, gets up to leave. “Whatever you want, princess.”
Nobody protests. By the time he reaches the door, still nobody protests. It ticks him off, making him turn to glare.
But then he sees you, a peaceful look on your face as you drift back off in Jiung’s arms, the others wrapped around you protectively in various contorted states. Intak had immediately taken Taeyang’s vacant spot to plaster himself to your back.
Something about the sight tugs at his heart, pulling him back.
“Fine,” he sighs dramatically, padding back towards the bed. “I’ll stay.”
He doesn’t miss the small smile that tugs on your lips as he climbs over the bodies to settle on top of you, wedging himself between you and Intak despite Intak’s quiet cry.
“Simp,” Keeho whispers from behind Jiung.
“Mhm,” Taeyang hums in agreement, shutting his eyes. “Aren’t we all.”
⋆.˚˖࿔ pairing | ot6 x 7thmember!reader ༉‧₊˚.
synopsis | when your members find out you don't think its possible for you to come during sex (thanks to your lackluster ex), they set out on a mission to prove to you that not only is it possible, but there's many different ways to do so.
details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), pure smut, piwon as varying degrees of dominant (from softdom!jongseob to meandom!theo), reader is quite inexperienced, dry humping, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, squirting, mutual masturbation, voice kink, edging, overstimulation, punishment (not for reader), light dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, f/m/m, f/m/m/m, time constraints, light humiliation, rough sex, creampie, throat-fucking, choking, orgasm denial, fluff (more probably)
⟡ length | 21k ⟡
𓆩⟡𓆪 note || well this was quite overwhelming to write and it is quite the ride ¬‿¬ the "plot" of this is barely a plot but the smut is smutting || also, can’t believe it’s been one month of this blog already!! thank you sm for 450 followers you all are so appreciated <3 now enjoy the pure filth as a gift (apologies in advance for any typos that might have still made it through, i physically cannot proofread this any more)
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“Wait, he’s never made you cum before?”
Your chopsticks freeze halfway up to your mouth that’s hung open awkwardly as you process the words that have just come out of Intak’s mouth. You look up from your bowl of noodles to see six pairs of eyes staring at you in varying levels of shock.
There’s a pause, and when no one moves to take this conversation in any other direction, you put down your chopsticks and close your mouth, clearing your throat as an embarrassed heat flushes high on your cheeks.
“Well, no,” you admit awkwardly. “I mean— yes. I have. By myself, I mean, just not by my ex or anyone else.”
You’re not sure how the conversation had diverged to you. One minute you were all talking over one of those reality dating shows Keeho had put on for everyone to watch over dinner (a strange choice, but whatever), then somehow the topic had shifted to first times and whether they were successful at bringing their partners to completion (this discussion was mainly between Theo, Keeho, and Intak), then someone was mentioning your name and asking you something you don’t remember, and you’d just made a throwaway comment about how, “He never did it for me anyway so this discussion is pointless to me,” to get them off your back (you were more focused on scarfing down your noodles), and now here you are.
“Wait,” Intak speaks again, blinking like his brain just couldn’t compute this piece of information. “So the guy that you were in a relationship with for two years,” he starts, then pauses to look at you, as if trying to make sure you were understanding the gravity of the situation, then continues, “has never made you come? Not once?”
You shake your head, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. It’s a little embarrassing, sure, but isn’t it normal for most women to not finish during sex?
“Not ever?” Keeho asks this time, his brows pulled up behind his fringe. “What about anyone you’ve ever been with. Ever.”
You drop your chopsticks into your bowl with a clatter. “No,” you say firmly. “Why is that so surprising?”
“Because it’s ridiculous,” Theo states easily, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.
You shrug. “I don’t see what the big deal is. Isn’t it normal to just fake it and move on?”
Intak makes a noise like he’s been severely offended. “No!” He cries. “I always make sure she comes. Always.”
You scoff in disbelief, shaking your head. The quiet ones, Jiung, Soul, and Jongseob, are still watching you like hawks, and you can tell from their eyes that they’re in accordance with the other three.
“There’s no way,” you say. You’ve been through the motions of sex before. It’s wildly uncomfortable, too slippery, and too rushed. “You’re telling me you can all make your girls’ finish?”
There’s a chorus of agreements from all of them, some more enthusiastic than others.
You blink, taken aback at the unity. “…Every time?”
Another round of assent and you’re left with the thought that maybe something’s just wrong with you.
“Maybe I just don’t like sex then,” you conclude, your brows pinching as you think back to the handful of times you’ve given yourself up to your ex partner and only come out of it regretful.
“That could be true.”
All eyes turn to Jiung, who’s sitting on the single chair leaned back casually, looking straight at you with a clinical eye that leaves you feeling a little too exposed. You squirm in your seat on the carpeted floor, grateful for the refuge in the slight coverage the coffee table provides you.
“But,” Jiung continues. “We’ve met the guy you were with. He didn’t exactly ooze generosity.”
“That’s true.” Jongseob’s voice pulls your eyes to where he’s sitting right across the table from you, hands braced on the floor behind him as he leans back. His eyes are calculating in their own way as they weigh on you. “If your experience was with him then I wouldn’t be too surprised.”
You fidget with your hands in your lap as your eyes flit over your members. “Well,” you start, then stop, mulling over your words for a moment. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me then.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” You almost flinch at Soul’s voice, sharper than you’re used to from him. He’s on the floor to your right, peering at you with wide, wondering eyes. “You said you’ve just never orgasmed with him, right? You can finish when it’s just yourself?”
You fluster at his blunt words but nod. “Yeah.”
“So it’s not like you can’t come or anything like that,” Keeho chimes in from the couch behind Jongseob. “Your ex just didn’t know how to treat you right.”
You pout, feeling a little affronted. “Hey, he wasn’t a bad person.”
“Bad in bed though,” Theo adds with a snicker.
You roll your eyes at him, picking up your chopsticks to have something to do with your hands. “I just can’t imagine coming from sex. It’s so… uncomfortable. Invasive.”
“Oh honey,” Keeho says, tone sympathetic. “He really didn’t know how to treat you right then. It doesn’t have to be invasive either. There’s so many more ways to come than just penetration.”
You stare at him, your brows climbing up your forehead. “There… is?” You knew of a couple methods but the way he says it makes you feel like you were missing out on a lot more than you thought.
Intak makes a noise like he’s just been punched by the words. “You don’t know?” He asks, like he’s truly horrified by your lack of knowledge. Then he looks at Theo beside him and rattles him by the arm. “Hyung, she doesn’t know!”
Theo shoves him off with a hand on his forehead. “Relax.” Then he turns back to you and his next words throw your brain into the void. “We could show you.”
There’s a palpable silence as those words hang in the air, leaving behind something heavy lingering in its wake.
“Taeyang,” Jiung scolds, turning to Theo with sharp eyes. “You can’t just spring something like that on her.”
“No, wait,” you find yourself saying. As daunting as whatever Theo has in mind seems, you can’t help but be curious. “I’m interested. Hypothetically.”
You can see everyone exchange looks, a weave of silent conversations that you ignore in favour of just looking at Theo, who holds your gaze back with a knowing smirk on his lips. He doesn’t say more though; he waits for you to steer the conversation.
“What—“ You start then stop again, clearing your throat when everyone’s eyes fall back to you. “Hypothetically, what would something like that entail?”
Theo leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his smirk pulling wider. “Hypothetically,” he starts, a little teasing, and you falter under his stare. “We would each show you a different way to make you come. Prove to you all the ways that you can finish during sex and that you were missing out on with your ex.”
You blink at him as the words process. The thought of them showing you makes something crawl under your skin, something you’re not able to name. Your eyes flit over all them, all of them who are watching you carefully. “There’s six of you though.”
Theo raises a brow. “Yes?”
“You’re saying there’s six different ways?” You ask, trying to wrack your brain for all the other ways your ex has tried besides penetration and outer stimulation (which was more just poking around than anything). You’re not very adventurous on yourself either, so you come up empty. “Hypothetically,” you tack on as an afterthought.
“Well, hypothetically, we could keep that a secret until we get to show you.” Theo’s smirk is inching towards something more dangerous, something that makes your heart stutter. “Hypothetically,” he continues, tilting his head at you, “would you like us to show you?”
And suddenly, this doesn’t feel very hypothetical anymore. You can see it in the way they’re all just waiting for you to either take them up on this ‘hypothetical’ or put them out of their misery and brush off the conversation.
You think about it. Really think about it. You can’t deny the way all this talk has your body prickling with curiosity and heated anticipation at the thought of them showing you, whatever that might be.
You glance between them, your close friends of the past six years, the people you’ve practically grown up with, the ones you not only work with but call your own. Intak is leaned forward in morbid curiosity and hanging onto your every word, Jongseob is feigning nonchalance but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks, Keeho watches you with a heat that he doesn’t even bother to hide, Soul is more curious and earnest than anything, Jiung— though calm on the outside— looks like he’s ready to devour you with just his eyes, and Theo is an enigma you’re too scared to even try to decode. You can tell they’re all waiting for the word, whichever it may be. But you don’t feel scared by their anticipation despite the daunting way their gazes settle on you. You’re surprised to feel something pulling at your gut, something wanting and present.
But above all, you trust them with everything. You can trust them with something like this.
So with a shaky breath, you nod. “Yes.”
It’s like the scene in front of you pauses on a reel. No one breathes.
“Just hypothetically?” Theo asks you slowly.
“No,” you answer without hesitation. “Not just hypothetically.”
There’s a few sharp exhales like breaths that have been held in for too long, someone mutters a low curse from somewhere on your right, and the air shifts again into something heated with anticipation.
“Only if everyone is okay with it,” you add, because you don’t want to pull anyone into anything they don’t want just for your sake.
“Are you kidding me?” Intak scoffs, a boyish grin pulling on his face. “I may or may not have thought about this already before.”
Jiung reaches over Theo to smack Intak over his lack of decorum.
“It’s fine,” you say, a small, awkward smile pulling on your lips. You’re taken aback by Intak’s sudden confession, but it doesn’t deter you. It makes you even more curious to see just what he’s wanted with you. “I’m, uh, looking forward to what you guys have to show me. But I’m still not sure I believe that you guys can make me… you know.”
Jongseob smiles at you, leaning forward to lean his elbows on the coffee table. “Let us worry about that, okay?” His voice is lower, a little huskier, and it already has you a little flustered.
“Cute,” you hear Soul mumble under his breath from your right and you glance at him to see he’s staring at the flush on your cheeks.
You clear your throat, sitting up straight to regain some semblance of control over your body. “How do we do this?”
“We’ll make a list of what we’re going to do to you,” Keeho starts, making sure to let the words linger for a little just to see you squirm. “And then we’ll pick what we’re each best at so you can get the best of the best.” He glances around the room to gauge opinions. “Sounds good?”
Everyone agrees with more enthusiasm than you’re prepared for and you feel your heart start to thunder in your chest. Not from fear, but from excitement. If what they say is true, and they can get you to come without fail, you’re in for a night that could make up for all the mediocre sex in your life and open your eyes to things you might not even be aware of.
“That’s that then,” Jiung says as he pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to your direction. Your heart jolts as he leans down to pick up your bowl of abandoned noodles, and you feel a little ridiculous that you’re already so affected. Jiung’s eyes flicker over your face that’s a few inches from his, and the corner of his lips tick up for a split second. “Why don’t you wait for us in your room? We’ll figure everything else out.” His deep voice is hushed in a cadence that you can almost feel brush over your skin and leave goose flesh in its wake.
“Sure,” you say, cheeks heating when your voice cracks halfway.
You scamper up to your feet to evade his amused chuckle and rush towards the stairs leading up to your bedroom.
Theo’s hand comes out to catch your arm before you can move past them, pulling you back. He’s standing now, looking down at you with a serious pinch of his brows. “Hey.” His voice is quieter, only for you to hear. “You’re really okay with this? It might be a lot for you to handle.”
You feel whatever nerves thrumming under your skin ease away at his concern. “I’m sure,” you say with a smile, squeezing his hand over your arm. “I trust you. I trust all of you.”
That eases the tension out of his shoulders and his frown melts into a smile. “Good,” he says, then his eyes flash into something darker and his smile appears sharper than it was a second. “Now go get yourself ready.” He leans in and breathes the next words practically on your lips. “And I promise you, you’re not leaving that room until you’ve come six times. And if the others fail, I’ll step in and make it up for them.”
You swallow, feeling the words sink to the base of your gut and fill it with fire. If just a few words can already push you towards ruin so quickly, you’re not sure what’ll happen when they actually get their hands on you.
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You’re not sure how long you’ve been waiting with your heart in your throat and your limbs feeling like livewire. You sit at the head of your bed, back pressed to the headboard and knees pulled up to your chest.
You’re starting to wonder with each passing second just what you’ve signed up for. The nervous excitement is still there, of course, at the prospect of possibly being properly pleasured by someone else’s hand other than yours for a change but you have no idea what to expect. Your experience with sex didn’t measure up even a fraction to what you’d built up in your head and you just can’t imagine how your boys are possibly going to mend that disappointment.
But they seemed eager to show you otherwise, all of them. And you trust they’ll do well on their word even despite your lingering doubts.
So you take grounding breaths as you wait, sat comfy in a pair of sweats and a simple tee, until the handle to your door twists.
The door opens a fraction and Intak’s wide eyes peer in. “Can I come in?”
Your shoulders ease when you see that it’s just him and you wave him in with your hand. “Just you?” You ask, hoping only you can hear the waver in your voice.
“Just me,” he confirms, shutting the door behind him and making his way over to stand by the foot of the bed. “We decided on it just being a one on one thing. We didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much.”
You don’t even realize that was something you were worried about until you feel your chest loosen at the knowledge. “Oh,” you say with a grateful smile. “That’s good, actually. Thanks.”
He smiles back, soft and sweet. “Of course. This is supposed to be all about you. We wanna make sure you’re feeling good and not stressed out.” He tilts his head at you, a habit of his that you’ve always been endeared by. “How are you feeling?”
You bite down on your lip as you try to figure out how to put your feelings into words. “Fidgety? Nervous but… excited? I don’t really know what to expect, so I don’t know what to feel,” you admit sheepishly, then sit up straight with a sudden realization. “Wait, should I have changed into something prettier or…?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, don’t worry about any of that. Keeping our clothes on will be just fine for this first… session, if that’s what we’re calling it.”
Your stomach flips when you realize that things are about to start and that Intak is here to be the first one to go. “Ah,” you say in realization, then frown. “Wait, clothes on?”
His sweet smile makes way to a smug smirk as he knees onto your bed and climbs on, settling to sit on his feet in front of you. “Yes,” he says, and you’re starting to realize how real everything is becoming with him sitting right in front of you. “Unless you wanted to see me with them off,” he adds with a cocky little grin.
You scoff at his flirty antics, something you’re all too familiar with. And the familiarity of it eases you down, surely something he’d meant for as he places a comforting hand on your ankle, rubbing slow circles there with his thumb.
“I didn’t make the rules,” you point out, feeling your body slowly settle under the small, soothing touch. “I don’t think I have any power here to decide.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he purrs, then wraps the span of his hand around your ankle. “You have all the power here. We’re just here as vessels for your pleasure.”
Your brows raise as you bite down on your lip to smother your laugh. “That sounds awfully serious coming from you, Takki.”
But there’s no joke in the way Intak stares at you. Without warning, he yanks you forward by your ankle, pulling you flat on your back as he climbs over you, ignoring your yelp of surprise. He settles between your legs without delay and braces his hands on the bed on either side of your chest. He hovers over you, peering down at you with an intensity to his eyes you’ve seen him with only when it comes to figuring out complicated choreography.
“It is serious,” he tells you, low and smooth, and before you can respond his lips are on yours.
The kiss is slow and steady, more careful than you’d expect from Intak. But you find yourself melting into it with a soft sigh, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down.
He settles down on his elbows as he presses deeper into the kiss, his body lowering down against yours. And that’s when you can feel it, the solid outline of his growing erection pressing against your thigh.
The weight of it against you shoots heat right to your core and makes you falter into the kiss. Curious, you push your leg up to press against the bulge and it gets a grunt out of his lips against yours.
He lifts up from the kiss, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you with furrowed brows. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve thought about this before. Been wanting to do this for a long time now,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
He shifts his hips to line his erection right over you then presses firmly down, making you gasp at the pressure against your already throbbing core.
“You have?” You ask breathily when his words process. You roll your hips up to search for more of the pressure and Intak indulges you, rolling his hips down in a delicious grind that has your body bowing up the bed.
His hands move down to grab you by the hips and push them down against the bed, much to your dismay when it detaches you from the heat of him.
“Oh yeah,” he breathes, looking just as ruined by the sight of you as you’re starting to feel by him.
He keeps one hand holding you down as the other slides under your shirt, warm as it slides up to your chest. His eyes flash when he finds you bare under the shirt and wastes no time to grasp the soft mound, making a stuttered breath fall from your lips as his finger pushes down on your sensitive nipple.
“And now I finally have my chance,” he mutters, dark eyes drinking up every twitch in your expression as his finger rolls over the stiffening peak, sending little sparks of pleasure from your chest down your spine. “I might not get to fuck you but I’ll take anything I can get.”
Before you can ask him just what it is he’s set out to do to you, he kisses you again. This time it’s fast, heated, impatient; everything you actually were expecting from him.
He wastes no time before he’s prodding into your mouth with his tongue. You accept him with a soft moan, a sound that has him pulling your nipple between his fingers and has another yelp rip from your throat that he drinks up with his persistent lips.
You didn’t realize just how quickly you could get turned on from just some kissing and a few careful touches. But you can feel the arousal pool in your gut and in your underwear.
To say you were surprised was an understatement, but that wasn’t on the forefront of your mind. All you were thinking was that you needed to feel more.
As if he was reading your mind, Intak grinds down his clothed cock, fully hardened now, right into your needy heat.
You whine at the pleasure that rolls steadily through you, the sound drowned out by Intak’s soft breaths as he devours you whole with his tongue.
This already feels so much better than any night with your ex and you’re feeling a little high from it all. Your hips buck up in frantic little rolls that Intak meets with hard grinds of his own, sending steady shocks of pleasure through your lower body.
His other hand slides up your shirt to join his other hand in kneading your breasts, the pressure spreading pleasure through your entire body as he continues to grind against you.
You can feel yourself getting heady already under Intak’s hands and you happily welcome it. You didn’t think it could be so easy to get you so strung up without even having to take off your clothes, but here you are.
You can feel the coil in your gut wind tighter with each press of Intak’s throbbing erection against your aching core, can feel the slick gathering in your folds. It has you whining into the frantic kiss and has your hands clawing into his biceps.
He pulls from the kiss with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours as his mouth falls open to let heavy breaths pass through. He presses his forehead down to yours, his eyes fluttering as he tries to keep his focus intact while his hips keep rocking into yours.
“F-Feels good,” you whisper up to him, gasping at a particular harsh press.
“Yeah?” He pants, using his hands to shove your shirt up above your chest.
You hiss at the cool air that brushes over your sensitive nipples. Intak groans at the sight of you, his hips stuttering for a moment before they pick back up at a more frantic pace. He wastes no time to latch his mouth onto your nipple, his hand working the other one as he starts to swirl his tongue around the stiff bud.
You moan at the wet warmth of his tongue on the sensitive flesh, arching your chest further into his mouth. You didn’t think your chest was this sensitive, but it has your hips bucking eagerly up against his, every single sensation over your body climbing down and pinpointing down to your clit.
“Intak,” you gasp, whining sharply when he pops off your nipple and switches to the other one, flicking his tongue rapidly over it.
You can tell by the way that his hips are starting to lose rhythm that he’s nearing his edge. And, surprisingly, you are too.
“Intak,” you try to warn him but he’s not listening, too far gone as he continues to mouth at your chest, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to chase his pleasure between your hips.
You bury your hand in his hair, pushing him further into you as you drive your hips sharply up against the hard ridge of his cock, and it takes just a few more hard presses of his erection squarely against your cunt for you to teeter on the edge.
Intak notices, and at the same time that he pinches your nipple with his hand, he bites gently down on the one in his mouth and tugs.
The sharp pleasure that bursts from your chest in tandem with a hard grind of his cock against your core has you tipping over the edge. You tense all over as your mouth falls open into a high whine, before your body jolts and trembles through your first orgasm.
Intak follows you right down, whimpering into your chest as his hips stutter through his own orgasm, giving a few more sharp grinds before his body goes slack, weight dropping fully onto you.
His head rolls on its side on your chest, your nipple popping out of his mouth as he heaves for breath. You lay there, twitching and reeling from your high.
A few moments of silence pass as you stare up at the ceiling, trying to even out your breaths and process the fact that Intak has just made you cum for the first time that wasn’t by your own hand.
Reluctantly, Intak lifts himself up and looks down at you with a crooked smile. “Well? Didn’t I say I never leave my girls unsatisfied?”
You let out a breathy laugh as you meet his twinkling eyes. “Uh huh.” Just with a little bit of grinding, he managed to hold true to his words. You’re both impressed with him, disappointed with your ex for not even holding a candle, and disappointed with yourself for doubting him. “That was… better than I thought.”
He hums, leaning down to peck your lips before he pulls himself up and off of you despite the whine you let out when his warmth is ripped away from you.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly as he adjusts himself in his sweats. He’s wearing a dark pair so it’s difficult but you can still see the darker shade of the wet patch over his crotch. It has a pathetic shock of heat pulse through your core at the thought that that was there because of you. “I can’t stay for long. The others are waiting.”
“Right,” you say as you fix your shirt, pulling it down over your chest. You’d nearly forgotten there was a line of boys out there in the living room waiting for their turn to make you eat your words. “…I don’t stand a chance, do I?”
He chuckles at that, turning to walk through the door. “Not at all,” he says, turning his head and throwing you a wink over his shoulder. “Good luck.”
Then he’s gone, and you’re left laying there wondering who’s next— what’s next. It almost frightens you how quickly you find that tightness in your gut livening up again as you go through all the possibilities in your head.
You’re not left wondering for long before Jongseob steps through the door, looking pretty normal for the most part. But you see the light shake in his hand as he holds up the large bottle of water he brought in with him.
“Jiung’s orders,” he says as he walks over to your side and uncaps the bottle. He doesn’t hold your gaze for long before his eyes flit to the bottle he’s holding out for you.
You feel a warm wave of familiar fondness for your maknae as you take the bottle of him, feeling a little relieved that it’s him instead of someone like Jiung or Theo. You’re not quite ready for whatever that might be just yet. Or Keeho for that matter.
You pull yourself up to sit, wincing from the sensitivity between your hips that still lingers. “Thanks.” You take the bottle from him and drink, grateful for the wash of cold as it soothes your heated insides.
He’s a little awkward on his feet as he shifts on them, waiting for you to put the bottle aside on the nightstand before he speaks up. “You doing okay?”
You huff a little laugh as you lean against the headboard, looking up at him. “Uh huh. Just didn’t think I’d be proven so wrong, so quickly.”
He raises a brow at you as a teasing smile pulls at his lips. “Oh, so is our little experiment done then? We’ve proven you wrong already?”
“Nope,” you say, finding a surprising sense of confidence in his presence. “You guys promised me six ways. I better get six ways.”
His smile widens into a grin and you get a glimpse of his cute little snaggle tooth. His nerves seem to ease away as he falls into the rhythm of your familiar back and forth. “One orgasm in and you’re already calling the shots?” He taunts, climbing onto the bed and bracing himself with his knees on either side of your thighs. He hovers over you, taking your chin to lift your gaze up to him. “Bold. I like that on you.”
You blush at his sudden change in demeanour but you can’t lie; it’s spurring your spent body back to life quicker than you’d expected.
“What about you, Seobie?” You ask, placing your hands on his thighs before sliding them up to his hips over the smooth fabric of his track pants. “Where’s all this confidence coming from?”
His thumb brushes against your lower lip as a small smirk plays on his lips. He’s the picture perfect image of cool and collected, just like he is on stage. It’s a hell of a sight up close to you under the dim of your lamp instead of flashy lights. It feels more personal, like he crafted this confidence just for you.
“I guess you bring it out in me,” he admits, pressing his thumb against the plush of your lip.
You let your tongue flick out and kitten-lick against the tip of his finger, letting it linger there for a bit. His eyes darken and he takes a careful breath in before letting it out in a sigh that sounds a bit strained.
“If only I got to take my time with you,” he mutters under his breath, and the words leave you wondering.
“Is there a time limit?” You ask him when his hand falls to the side of your neck.
“Yeah,” he says, brushing his thumb up the hollow at the side of your neck. “15 minutes.”
You stare at him for a moment. “…That’s it? That doesn’t feel like enough.”
He grins in response. “Well Intak did it in time. You don’t think the rest of us can?”
“Well, no— I don’t know,” you huff, a little flustered. “What happens if we don’t finish in time?”
“Then you don’t get to come and I get a bruised ego,” he says then drops both his hands to your waist. He slips his hands under your shirt then slides them up your already tingling skin, pulling the shirt up as they go. “We can’t have that, can we?”
Electricity and heat zip down your spine in tandem when his hands don’t stop and your shirt lifts up over your chest, exposing your skin to the cool air. You lift your arms up to make it easier for him to pull the shirt completely off of you.
You sit there, half-bare under Jongseob’s prying eyes as he tosses the shirt aside somewhere on the floor. You can see him tenting against his pants as he shuffles off of you, his hands reaching for the waist of your sweats.
“May I?” He asks politely but it’s undercut by the way his eyes remain locked on your exposed breasts.
You don’t feel shy under his gaze though. You almost feel revered by his appreciative stare. You lift your hips in silent assent and he takes the cue to slip the sweats off of your legs and tosses them to join your shirt.
He’s quick to pry apart your legs and settle on his knees between them, his eyes finding a new target to lock onto; the wet patch on your thin cotton panties.
“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, reaching to grab himself over his pants and squeeze as an attempt to quell his arousal.
You flush under his attention now, feeling a little too exposed. Your legs twitch to close but he keeps them apart with a hand on your knee.
He brings the hand down, and with a feather light touch, he runs his thumb against the thin fabric, sliding a line of pressure up your centre that has your walls fluttering. You hiss when his thumb finds your clit and presses down, still a little sensitive from your first climax.
“You’re so wet,” he muses before moving his thumb down and pressing against where your entrance would be. He groans at the wet sound from the pooled mix of your release that Intak left behind and the arousal that’s starting to leak under Jongseob’s ministrations.
“Jongseob,” you whine, pressing your hips up in search of more than just light touches.
He clicks his tongue, looking up at you with a lazy smirk. “Impatient. You’re already eager for more? What, Intak wasn’t enough for you?”
You shudder at the way his words chastise you just the right amount to have you needy for his approval. But you don’t want to give in that easily. “Maybe,” you say, rolling your hips up again to press against his hand. He doesn’t pull away. “But isn’t it your whole job to give me what I want?”
He retaliates with a harsh press of his thumb against your clit with a scary precision given that he can’t even see it. It has you yelping and jerking away from his hand. “You’re lucky I’m not Taeyang,” he says, and the warning hits you in the gut. “Or that mouth on you wouldn’t get off so easily.”
You don’t get a chance to interrogate him before he’s hastily shoving aside the fabric of your panties and exposing your heated folds to the cool air. Jongseob squeezes himself again with a low grunt when he sees the slick mess there.
“You’re drenched,” he huffs, under trance by the sight of you for a moment before he snaps out of it and swiftly pulls off his shirt, leaving your mind blanking momentarily.
You rarely see him shirtless, but when you do, it’s a treat to see. Especially now.
Then he’s shoving down his pants and boxers down to his thighs and grasping himself, stroking tightly as he watches your gushing folds, and your mind goes blank again.
He’s pretty; thin but long and curved and flushed at the tip, milky pearls of arousal leaking at the head with each drag of his fist.
You’re snapped back to focus when he grabs your thighs and pulls you down on your back, lowering himself between your hips.
“Wait,” you say quickly, and Jongseob pauses immediately to look up at you, just letting himself hover while he waits.
“Yeah?” He asks, brows furrowing in concern.
You swallow, a little embarrassed and underprepared. “Are you… going to put it in?”
The concern washes away and he chuckles fondly. “No. That’s not for nowt,” he says before he lowers his body down to brace on his elbows on either side of you. Then you feel the heft of his cock press down on your folds, a pressure that has you both sighing. “Just this,” he says, lowering his eyes on yours.
You feel him throbbing against your clit, hot and solid against your sensitive folds. It feels nice, but you’re still left confused. “Just this?” You ask, the doubt clear on your face. You don’t see how you could possibly come from that.
But the smirk that grows on Jongseob’s lips tells you otherwise. “Just this.”
Then he shifts his hips so he slides down your folds, and when the head of his cock catches against your clit and sends a wave of pleasure through your core, you think, oh, that’s how.
His smirk stretches to a lazy grin when he sees the realization in your eyes and he drags himself back up, the friction giving you another shock of pleasure. “You like that?” He asks, then takes a sharp breath in through his teeth when he drags back down.
You nod, your hands clutching onto the wiry muscles of his bicep.
His movements are slow and methodical; each drag meant to place pressure against you just right and string you up slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frantic chase with Intak.
“Did that asshole ever take his time with you?” He asks you through grit teeth and it takes a second for you to process that he’s talking about your ex.
“N-No,” you answer through a gasp when his tip prods sharply into your clit on a thrust up. “H-He wasn’t really… ah, patient.”
He clicks his tongue. “No wonder he couldn’t make you come,” he mutters bitterly before he shoves himself off of you.
You’re about to protest but then he’s sliding your panties down your hips, cursing at the way strings of slick connect to it as he pulls them off your legs. He doesn’t let himself linger on the sight of you fully exposed as he gathers both of your legs and throws them over one of his shoulders. Before you can question him, he’s sliding himself in between your thighs, right on top of your folds, and using the slick mess there to start fucking your thighs in a steady rhythm, his tip pushing deliciously against your clit with each thrust.
You moan, deep breaths falling through your lips at the stimulation. The sight of him poking through your thighs and the hood of your cunt with each thrust leaves you feeling heady. “Fuck, Seobie,” you whimper. You watch the way he leaks from his slit, dripping down onto your pelvis and pooling there.
His hips falter when he hears the name fall from your lips, then braces himself with his arms around your legs, then starts to fuck against your cunt with a fast pace that has you both panting.
You can feel the coil in your gut wind tight again with each drag of his hard length over your throbbing clit. The sight of his face, flushed and blissed out with hooded eyes fixed on your face, has your head swimming. You’ve never seen him look that intense before, even when it comes to work, and it makes you falter realizing just how different this side of him is from what you’re used to.
It’s a thrilling revelation that has you quickly approaching your second climax.
“Seob,” you say through a hitched breath.
“Yeah?” He asks, getting a dark little grin on his face as he tilts his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the heaven between your thighs. “Gonna come for me already?”
“Yes,” you gasp, your hands fisting into the sheets as your body bucks up with each impact of his rough thrusts.
“Gonna make you cum,” he says through grunts, though you’re not sure if he’s talking to you anymore. “Gonna make you cum— unlike that bastard. Couldn’t even— fuck— couldn’t even touch you right. Probably couldn’t even find your clit— the fucker.”
He’s muttering the words to himself as his thrusts grow faster and more disjointed. But it’s doing nothing less to bring you over the edge.
His dark eyes fix on you again with something akin to bitterness among the desire. “Come for me then,” he says, then adjusts so the head of his cock angles to drive right into your clit with each sharp, pointed thrust, sending burning pulses of pleasure with each push. “Come for me like you never came for him.”
Your second orgasm hits you before you know it and you come with a yell of his name and your body arching off the bed. Jongseob follows after with a few more frantic thrusts, spilling ropes of hot release over your stomach.
He doesn’t stop— he keeps going, drawing you both down from your highs before rocking to a slow stop just before he can drive you into overstimulation. He keeps your legs hugged to his chest as he recovers, breathing heavily as his eyes take in the sight of you painted with his release.
You’re not sure if it’s your post orgasmic haze dreaming it up but you think you see a hint of possession with the way he eyes you. You don’t get to dwell on it before he presses a kiss to the side of your calf and slowly releases you.
It’s when he’s cleaning off your stomach with his shirt after having fixed himself up that you realize you haven’t gotten to kiss him.
“Jongseob,” you say, still splayed out on your back and stealing back your breaths.
He pauses and looks at you with his brows raised. “Hm?”
“Kiss me.”
The sudden request has him blinking to process and then blushing abashed, like he hadn’t just come on your stomach. “Oh. You want to?”
“No,” you say flatly. “That’s why I asked.”
He smiles sheepishly before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a sweet, short kiss. You hum in content when he pulls back, smiling up at him. “Thank you,” you say, then tap his chin playfully. “Better than anything he’s ever done for me, combined.”
That has him blushing even brighter and he looks away with a shy little laugh. He finishes wiping you down then pulls the blanket that’s been shoved to the edge over you, giving you some cover before he goes.
“Do I really have to worry about Taeyang?” You ask him before he closes the door behind him.
Jongseob looks back at you and gives you a grin that does nothing to ease your worries. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he says, then shuts the door behind him.
You groan to yourself, dropping your head back on the pillow. You should’ve gone into this by making them tell you all of their plans in detail so you wouldn’t have to be kept on your toes. But you can’t deny that it does make this more exciting.
Because even though you’ve already come twice, you have to squeeze your legs shut to soothe the way your core starts to spur back to life at just the possibility of the kind of danger that Theo might bring with him.
It’s Soul’s soft voice that pulls your eyes from the ceiling and towards him as he steps into the room a few minutes later.
“Hi,” he says as he makes his way over. He looks— normal. Nothing off the ordinary; no nerves, no eagerness, just plain intrigue as he peers at you laid out under the blanket. He wastes no time to jump onto the bed and sit on his knees by your legs.
“Hi,” you reply fondly, watching his hand as it lands on your covered knee and just holding there as a simple form of physical connection. A common occurrence with him, and it's no different even in this situation. Everything about Soul, everything that he does, always has you feeling endeared towards him.
“Are you tired yet?” He asks, round eyes flickering over the shape of you under the covers.
“Yes,” you answer, but then think otherwise as you take stock of yourself. “No. Eh, I don’t know.”
That gets a little giggle out of him, his thumb digging gently into the notch in your knee. “I hope not. There’s still a lot more planned for you.”
You let out a slow breath at the reminder. “Yeah,” you pause, then look over at him. Soul has always been an honest one, so you take your shot. “Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do?”
He gives you a simple nod, then says, “I’m going to eat you out.”
Your face burns at the bluntness but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. Though it seems like there was no rule to keep things hidden from you; Intak and Jongseob probably just wanted to see you squirm.
Your eyes fall to his pretty pink lips and you’re already envisioning them on you. Even knowing what’s about to happen, you’re still just as on edge as you were with the others.
His hand shifts to grab the edge of the blanket that lay by your side, not yet pulling. “Is that okay?” He asks you, polite as ever.
You’d never imagined Soul, the innocent looking boy you've smothered with your affections for years now, to be here before you, asking you if you’re okay with him making you come on his tongue. It’s disorienting enough to leave you craving it.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, hoping you don’t sound as eager as you feel.
But Soul has an eerie way of reading people. He catches on, you can see it in the twinkle of his eye, and with an excited grin, he pulls the blanket off you.
You have to resist the urge to cover yourself by digging your hands into the sheets. Soul’s eyes practically sparkle as he looks over you, a little like he’s caught in a trance.
“Pretty,” he mumbles quietly, like it wasn’t meant to be said aloud.
You squirm when all he does is stare for a few more moments. You nudge your knee against his leg to pull him out of his daze and he spurs back to life, shuffling to kneel between your legs, his hands crooking under your knees to push them up and hold them apart.
You squirm some more when his eyes lock onto the wet mess between your legs and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Shota,” you whine, nudging your foot against his arm. “Don’t just stare.”
He giggles but doesn’t move his eyes. “Sorry,” he says as he climbs down onto his chest, pulling your knees over his shoulders. His lips hover just over your core, breaths brushing over you and sending prickling sensations through you as he speaks. “You’re just so pretty. I can’t help it.”
You swallow back the moan that bubbles in your throat at his words. “Wait,” you say before he can do anything else.
He looks up at you now, brows raised. “Hm?”
“Can you take your shirt off?” You’re feeling a little too exposed with him fully clothed and you very much not. But also, the sight of Soul shirtless is a treat. It would be a shame to let those muscles he takes such good care of go to waste in a moment like this.
He’s smiling despite the blush that climbs high on his pale cheeks. He pulls himself up, yanks his shirt off in one go, before quickly settling back into position.
You mourn the sight of his abs being so quickly hidden away but then his arms are coming around your legs to hold you down, one hand settling palm-down on your lower stomach, and you can’t complain anymore when you’ve got his muscled arms in your view in all their veiny glory.
He laughs softly at your appreciative eyes. “Better?” He asks with a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.
You sigh at the warmth it spreads up your leg. “Very.”
The smile remains on his lips as he trails his way down your thigh with warm kisses. You feel teeth graze lightly against your skin with each press that his tongue flicks out to soothe over, effective in the way it has you squirming where you lay as he inches closer to your waiting heat.
But just before he can reach it, he switches over to the other leg and you’re left sighing in frustration, your hips bucking up without your permission.
You feel his amused giggles against your thigh as he gives it the same attention as the other.
But as you watch him, so intent in the way he winds you up slowly just like Intak and Jongseob have done, you’re left to wonder just how much you’ve been missing out on. Being tended to so carefully, it makes you feel a little floaty.
Before you realize it your hand lifts from where you’d dug them in the sheets by your side and reaches to slide into his soft blond hair.
His eyes flutter at the touch and he abandons your skin in favour of leaning into the touch for a moment but you can’t complain, not when he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. It has a warmth bloom inside your chest, snug and soothing.
But then the warmth shoots right down to your gut when he turns and attaches his lips to your clit without warning.
You hiss at the sudden pressure, your fingers digging into his scalp. You glare weakly into the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks up at you.
“Still sensitive,” he says against your clit, making you twitch.
“No shit,” you huff, breaking into a moan when his tongue flits out and starts to press firm circles around the bud. Your body tenses as your mouth falls open with harsh breaths, your hand tightening in his hair.
Soul takes in every shift in your expression with his eyes as he drags his tongue down before letting it circle around your entrance.
He groans at the taste of you on his tongue, the vibrations sending you whimpering. He abandons his careful ministrations in favour of flattening his tongue against you and drinking up every bit of the mess that’s been left behind from your previous encounters.
Your hips push up to grind against his face but his hand on your stomach keeps you easily pinned down as he has his way with you.
Breathy moans from your lips spill out from the rapid flicks of his tongue against you and the way his little grunts spread little embers of sensation right through your core.
You only just notice the way his own hips are grinding into the mattress and the knowledge that he’s that turned on from just pleasuring you has your head reeling.
The blunt tip of his tongue pushes against your entrance, but it doesn’t stop this time; it pushes in with ease and leaves you gasping.
“Sh-Shota!” Your hand pushes down on his head of its own volition, trying to push him as deep in as he can go.
You feel it deeper than you expect it, the wet muscle prodding and sliding against your pulsing walls. When he groans, you feel it inside you.
His arms can’t restrain the way you’re squirming anymore with how hard your body’s starting to tremble. Every sensation feels like it’s dialed above ten with sensitivity. You don’t feel uncomfortable to have something breaching inside of you like all those times before with your ex; it actually makes you feel relieved and not like you’re being invaded. And you feel like you’ll lose your mind if it doesn’t stay in, doesn’t move.
So when you start to roll your hips up to fuck up against his tongue, Soul lets you, and pushes his tongue in tandem with your movements.
And when the tip of his nose rubs right against your clit with every movement, your control is gone.
You’re not sure what sounds are leaving your mouth but you don’t care, you just keep chasing the pleasure, keep fucking yourself up on his tongue, practically riding his face.
You start to fear you’re suffocating him and when you try to pull back, Soul buries himself right back into you. He’s whining against you, his eyes lidded and glossed over as he drowns himself in your cunt, and the rocking bed reminds you that he’s just as into this as you are.
It’s the combination of that, the pussy-drunk look on his face, and the way his tongue caresses your walls with each thrust that has your thighs clamping down on his head as you ride out your third orgasm right on his face.
Soul’s body shudders with a loud moan into you as you come around his tongue and he drinks you right up, not letting a single drop go to waste. He licks you through the high before he detaches from you with a soft kiss to your clit that does nothing to ease the tremors still rocking through you.
He lifts his head and you nearly moan at the sight of him; cheeks flushed, lower face drenched with you and eyes glazed over, looking practically drunk off of you and ready to devour you whole again.
“Jesus, Shota,” you mutter, having to raise your eyes to the ceiling to keep yourself from losing your mind again at just the sight of him like that between your thighs.
He responds by climbing up your body and kissing you eagerly.
You tense, taken aback by the sudden taste of yourself but you’re quickly coaxed into the kiss by his eager lips and tongue. You melt into the kiss, snaking your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down on you. He follows, pressing every inch of himself against you.
You’re stopped short when you feel the half hard length of him pressing on your thigh along with a noticeable dampness on his shorts against your bare skin.
You pull back from the kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Did you… come from that?”
He doesn’t even look the least bit embarrassed as he nods and dives right back for your lips.
You’re powerless to stop him; too boneless to do anything but you can’t say you want him to stop. He dives eagerly into your mouth again and you meet him with a languid pace of your own, not that he minds.
You can feel your mind start to float away again as his hands eagerly wander over your body, grabbing and kneading every curve of your flesh as they pass, paying special attention to your chest.
He’s hardening quickly against your thigh as he eagerly bucks his hips against you, seemingly lost in his mind just seeking out any bits of pleasure.
You reach down for his erection, to help him out like he’s helped you, until he’s yanked up off you.
You mourn the loss with a panicked noise, trying to reach to drag him back to you. But your hands drop right back down when your eyes clear and you see Keeho holding Soul back with an arm around his throat.
Soul’s hands fly up to Keeho’s forearm as he blinks out of his own haze and comes into realization of what’s happening. His face flushes when he sees Keeho, who looks annoyed but no less amused. “Hyung,” he croaks, a little nervous.
Keeho raises a brow at him, a scolding look. “You’re way past your time, Shota,” he states before snapping those piercing, heated eyes to you.
Your heart jolts when you see the way his pupils are blown open in a heavy desire that pushes your breaths back down your throat.
“And you’re stealing mine,” Keeho adds, all amusement gone as his voice deepens into a threat.
Keeho releases Soul and Soul quickly scampers off the bed, grabs his shirt, and practically runs out of the room without another word.
But your eyes are stuck under the heavy weight of Keeho’s and you feel your body thrumming with a fresh wave of nerves.
His lips quirk up into a small smirk but there’s no mirth there. “Having fun?” He asks as he climbs onto the bed, on his knees so he hovers over your trembling body. When you don’t respond, he clicks his tongue. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.” The implication of what might happen if you don’t answer settles dauntingly in your head.
“Yes,” you quickly answer, and he smiles as he moves to lift your legs before settling to sit between them. You tense at the thought of picking right back up without a chance to recover from Soul. “W-Wait, I need some time.”
“Too bad,” he says easily as he reaches over to grab one of your pillows. “That’s something I don’t have right now.”
Without your control, your body shuffles away from him, like it’s trying to protect itself from the danger behind Keeho’s words. But his hand clamps down on your thigh and he pulls you easily back towards him.
“Where you going, pretty?” He asks you with a sly grin that has you squirming. “Don’t worry. You won’t be complaining in a few minutes.” He pats the underside of your ass. “Up.”
Your brows furrow. “What?”
He sighs before he hooks his arm under your waist and lifts you easily, shoving the pillow he grabbed under your hips before dropping you back down.
The way he’s able to handle you so easily has your stomach flipping and your eyes locking onto the way the material of his shirt stretches around his bicep as it flexes when he moves.
He notices your leering and grins, using his hands to push your legs apart. This new angle, hips propped up on the pillow for better access, has you feeling even more exposed. Your legs try to close on their own but Keeho quickly pushes them apart, clicking his tongue. “Keep ‘em apart for me,” he says, leaving you no room to disobey, so you don’t.
His eyes lock onto your cunt, and if possible, his gaze darkens. “Cute,” he says, glancing up at you. “Just like the rest of you.”
You avert his gaze, flustered, and he chuckles fondly. You’re not sure where all your confidence has gone. You suppose it’s different with Keeho, your leader, as opposed to your younger members.
“Cute,” he repeats before pressing his palms to the inside of your thighs, heavy and warm. “Have you taken anything inside yet?”
You swallow, feeling a little embarrassed to have to say the words aloud but you’ve been laid bare and exposed to your friends in so many ways already so it really shouldn’t feel so awkward anymore. Yet still.
“Shota’s tongue,” you answer in a thin voice, and he hums in acknowledgement.
“Did it feel good?”
You take in a shaky breath, your walls clamping around nothing like they’re remembering the feel of Soul’s tongue stretching them.
Keeho notices the way you flutter and chuckles. “That’s a yes then.” His palms start to slide down a path on the insides of your thighs slowly. “Has it ever felt good like that before? Having anything inside?”
You can’t bring yourself to say it, so you shake your head no.
The look in his eyes softens as his palms rest just outside of your heat. “Everyone treating you well so far?” He asks you, rough voice dulled into something gentler.
Your lips are helpless to the small smile that tugs on them; even now, Keeho upholds his leader role. He’s always been the one to look out for you and it puts you at ease to know that it’s no different now.
“Very,” you answer honestly. “Better than I could’ve imagined.”
“Good,” he says, mirroring your smile and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your knee. “This whole thing’s been about showing you how you should be treated. Sounds like we’re on the right track.”
You hum when his hands gently knead the flesh of your inner thighs. “Yeah. Guess I was wrong to think— fuck!”
Your thoughts as yanked right out of your head when Keeho pushes a thick finger inside of you all the way to the hilt in one smooth slide.
You look up at him with wide eyes. “Keeho!”
The grin on his lips is careless and predatory as he watches the way his finger sinks into you so easily. “Sorry baby, but I don’t have that much time left thanks to Shota.” He keeps his finger still as his other hand comes down and presses the thumb lightly against your clit, making you jolt. “Good thing you’re so sensitive.”
That’s all he says before he starts to pump his finger into you while his thumb circles your clit in quick, tight circles.
The touch to your clit feels more painful than pleasurable from the sensitivity, and it has you trying to buck away as high, frantic whines leave your lips, but Keeho is quick to hold you down with his forearm.
“Shh baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the inside of your trembling knee as he continues to abuse your cunt with his quick pace. “It’ll feel better soon.”
And he’s right, because even though it burns, the pain slowly embers away into a pleasure that has you bucking up to his finger rather than away.
Keeho, who’s watching your expressions with a laser focus, grins when your features smooth down with pleasure. “That’s it, good girl,” he whispers and the words go right to your head and fill it with a hazy fog. “So good for holding out. Think you can take another one for me?”
Your breaths come out with little whines as you nod, eyes starting to go bleary.
“Say it for me,” he urges gently. “Need to hear you, pretty.”
You blink rapidly as you try to push the word through the fog in your head and out of your mouth. “Y-Yes,” you breathe, voice weak. “Can— ngh— take another.”
You feel his finger inside of you slow then feel the blunt tip of another start to press in with the next thrust. Just the two fingers feel almost overwhelming, a rougher feel than Soul’s tongue, but your walls, relaxed from three orgasms, take him in without protest.
Keeho’s thumb on your clit falters when he sees how easily you take him in. “That’s a good girl,” he coos, then pushes both fingers as far as they’ll go.
You whimper, feeling them so deep inside you, deeper than anything you’ve felt. And you’re left wanting more.
“More,” you plead, your hips rolling up to feel them press deeper despite already pushed all the way in.
You think you see Keeho’s eyes flash with hunger but your mind is far too gone right now to pay close attention.
“Fuck,” he grunts under his breath. “I’m gonna need you to myself sometime.”
Then he’s fucking his fingers into you relentlessly, his thumb spurring back to life over your clit to match the reckless pace.
You’re thrashing and moaning unabashedly, though you don’t have much control over any of your reactions anymore. Your hips buck up pathetically to meet his pace but he’s far too fast for you to keep up with. He has you feeling like liquid fire as he takes you apart with just his fingers and you can tell there’s no way you’ll last even the next three minutes, far too sensitive to every stimulation.
Then he does something you don’t quite understand. He stops, curls his fingers inside you, then resumes in a way that has the tips of his fingers abusing a spot inside of you that has you feeling the fire all over your body, has you arching off the bed as you scream out his name.
“That’s it,” he whispers, doubling down and pumping his fingers even faster.
But now there’s a new feeling in your gut, something you’re not familiar with at all and something strangely like you might be releasing things you very much don’t want to.
Your hands claw at Keeho’s arm that holds you down, trying to push him off but he’s like iron. “K-Keeho!” You cry through a trembling voice, trying to warn him with wide eyes.
But he doesn’t stop, keeps his heated gaze on your panicked face. “Don’t fight it,” he tells you. His fingers are relentless against that spot inside of you and has you barreling to something much faster than you’re prepared for. “Just give into it. I got you, baby. Come for me.”
That’s when it happens. Liquid, a lot of it, spraying out of you as your body jerks violently through your orgasm.
This one pierces through you harder than the others, electric fire that has your vision white and mind blank for how long, you can’t tell, but you just know that you’re gone.
It takes you a while to piece yourself whole, barely though. When your vision slowly strings itself back together, it’s to the sight of Keeho staring down at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed and soaked from his chin to his shirt to his forearm with his fingers still buried in you.
You’re struck with the terrifying thought of what you might have just done and you feel yourself grow cold with mortification.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, feeling tears prickle at your eyes as you try to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry, shit, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what just—“
But before you can get far, Keeho grabs your hips and pulls you right back to him, leaning over to crush his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss.
You yelp in pain at the hard clash of teeth and you barely get to process the kiss at all before he pulls back enough to mumble into your lips. “You just squirted,” he says, like he can’t quite believe it himself.
You blink up at him as he stares you down like he wants to ruin you all over again. You had no idea that you could even do that, or that it could be brought out of you so quickly.
Keeho grins at your shock before sealing his lips back over yours, swallowing your little whine of surprise. “I’m keeping you,” he mutters into the kiss as he digs his teeth into your lip. “Jiung can go fuck off, I’m gonna make you squirt for me again.”
You don’t get to protest that you can’t until another voice behind Keeho intercepts.
“Can I now?”
It’s Jiung’s voice, deep and irritated, as you hear it close in.
Your eyes fly open to see Jiung stood over you two by the bed, his hands shoved into his pockets. He doesn’t look happy. He looks impatient, brows furrowed and jaw clenched.
Keeho still doesn’t pull away from you; his fingers dig deeper into your hips and he kisses you more insistently like he’s trying to take as much as he can before you’re taken away from him.
“Keeho,” Jiung says in a tone that promises threat. It’s a tone that does dangerous things to your brain.
Keeho pulls back from your lips reluctantly, gaze locked onto you as he tells Jiung, “She squirted,” like it’s pertinent information.
It must be, because you see Jiung’s hard expression falter with shock before settling down into something more intense.
“Okay,” he responds slowly. “Now move.”
Keeho rolls his eyes but slowly pulls himself up to his knees, reluctant to let you go. You can see him straining against his sweats and realize with a start that he hasn’t come.
“You haven’t…” You start but break off when both of their eyes fall on you.
Keeho shakes his head with a lazy grin. “Don’t worry about me.” He pauses then turns to Jiung. “Actually, can I stay and watch?”
Jiung doesn’t hear him, he’s too busy taking in the mess that is you. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze drag down your skin like a tangible force.
“Hm?” He asks, distracted. When he processes the words, he pulls his eyes off of you but it looks like it takes him great effort to.
Keeho rolls his eyes and adjusts himself with his hand, wincing a little. “Mind if I stay?”
Jiung watches him quietly, considering, before he looks back at you. “That’s up to her.”
You freeze under both of their gazes. As much as the thought intimidates you, you can’t help but feel thrilled by it. Besides, you would feel a little guilty sending Keeho off without any relief even if he can handle it on his own. Everyone else has finished with you, so it would only be fair.
“Fine by me,” you concede, and Keeho lights up.
Jiung interjects before Keeho can celebrate too early. “You can’t interfere,” he says sternly, then points to the reading chair in the corner of the room. “Go sit there.”
“So bossy,” Keeho muses but he’s still grinning as he clambers off the bed and makes his way to his assigned spot. “Just pretend I’m not even here.”
A hard task, considering the fact that you can still see him at the edge of your vision and he has a perfect view of the scene. But the concept of a third party still has your head spinning in a new direction.
Your attention is dragged back to Jiung who climbs onto the bed and sits himself at the end with crossed legs. You pull yourself to sit up on shaky limbs, still recovering from your intense climax, folding your legs over your chest for some semblance of cover.
You’re grateful that Jiung doesn’t look like he’s ready to pounce anytime soon, eager for the chance to recover for whatever he might have in store for you.
That makes you wonder what it is that Jiung chose for his turn. You’re well aware of his dislike for physical contact so you’re not sure how to picture him in this setting.
Though the way his dark eyes settle on you, ready to tear you apart with just his gaze alone, has you questioning everything you know about him.
“You haven’t been drinking your water,” he says plainly, and even just that simple observation, the thought of him being upset with you in any capacity, keeps you on your toes.
It’s his voice, you think, that drives you crazy; a deep timbre that invades every corner of your head and settles at the base of your chest. Like it crawls everywhere around you and holds you down under its submission without your say.
You snap out of your trance when he narrows his eyes impatiently at you, flushing. “Oh.” You look over at the bottle that remains nearly full.
Looking at it makes you realize just how parched you are so you snatch it and swig down nearly half the litre. You think you might hear Jiung mutter something along the lines of, “Told you idiots to make sure she stays hydrated,” to the side of the room.
You place the water back down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You feel better despite the physical weight of your body trying to lull you down but your mind is still wide awake and on high alert.
You turn your attention back and see that Jiung is still watching you intently, now leaning back casually on his palms. The silence has you itching to break it and ask him about the question that’s lingering in your head but you’re a little intimidated by his gaze.
“Spit it out.”
You nearly jump from his sudden voice cutting through the silence. “Huh?”
“I can see you’re thinking something,” he says, tilting his head slightly. His face is impassive; you’ve never really been able to tell what he’s thinking during quiet moments. But he has no problems reading you. “What is it?”
You bite down on your lip as you wrap your arms defensively around yourself. “You don’t like touch,” you start.
He raises a brow before nodding slowly. “That’s true.”
“So…” You continue, struggling to hold eye contact. “How does this work then?”
You’re not sure what to make of the slow smile that climbs up his lips. It’s not one of his bright, sunny ones. It’s a quieter, more calculating slant of his lips that has you wishing you’d just kept shut.
“Simple,” he answers. “I’m not going to touch you.”
Now you’re confused, but more than that, you’re disappointed. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining his voice deepening by the second. “I’m going to talk you through touching yourself.”
When he sees the blank look in your eyes, his smile widens, almost fond but more so like he enjoys watching you flounder about.
“I’m going to tell you what to do,” he continues, “and you’re going to do as I say. Okay?”
You’re starting to realize where this is heading and the thought floods you with embarrassment. “You’re just going to… watch?” You ask, then glance over at Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold with rampant attention as he traces his thumb lazily over his clothed erection.
“Sure,” Jiung answers, pulling your eyes back to him. “If that’s what you want.”
You’re reminded of what Intak had told you; that you’re the one who holds the power here. You haven’t exactly tested how much of that is true but now you’re starting to think it’s a viable option for you whenever you’d like it.
It’s that knowledge that has you straightening with a newfound courage. “Okay.”
His brows raise at you, that tiny smile still on his lips. “Yeah?” He asks, and it’s a little bit infuriating that he’s still looking at you like you’re a cute, clueless little thing.
“Yes,” you say firmly, meeting his eyes. “Now are you going to get on with it? Isn’t your little time limit ticking away?”
His jaw ticks at your sudden pushing. “I have some leeway, considering some people—“ He throws a sharp eye over to Keeho, “—don’t have manners.”
“Hey,” Keeho cuts in, indignantly. “Shota was eating my time.”
But he goes ignored as Jiung focuses back on you. “Fix your pillows and lean back. Get comfortable.”
A part of you wants to defy just to see what he does but you find yourself falling prey to the cadence of his voice yet again. You’ve always been a sucker for it. More often than not, you’ve completely zoned out to just listen to the sound of voice rather than what he’s trying to explain to you in the studio, leaving you in an awkward situation when he catches on. You think maybe this is his way of getting back at you with it somehow.
Once you’ve stacked all your pillows behind you, you lean back and settle down, your knees still pulled up to your chest. You don’t find yourself withering under his gaze anymore, not when you know just the sight of you is having an effect on him too by the way he’s starting to tent in his grey sweats.
“Good,” he comments offhandedly, his eyes moving down to your legs, or rather, trying to see past them. “Open your legs.”
When you hesitate, he shoots a sharp look up at your face that has your legs immediately pushing apart to reveal all of yourself to him, your knees bent at your sides.
You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and hear the faint shake of his breath when his eyes catch onto your core, still glistening. It’s starting to pool with a new wave of arousal that’s brought on by just the sound of Jiung’s voice.
His eyes move away with effort and rake up your body, stopping at your chest. “Anyone touched them yet?”
You’re still a little blindsided by how casually he— all of them, really— talk about all of this but you figure it’s about time to just get used to it. “Intak and Soul.”
He hums. “Expected. Play with them.”
It takes a second for you to process the command but when you do, it’s like your hands glide up your body on their own. You’ve never thought to stimulate your chest before on your solitary nights, but now that you know it’s a valid option thanks to Intak, that you’re sensitive there, you’re not opposed to it. You’re just not prepared for your first time touching yourself there to be in front of Jiung.
You take the soft mounds in your hands and squeeze gently. You’re surprised to find it a pleasant sensation under your own touch but it might also just be from the two sets of eyes watching your every move.
“Play with your nipples,” Jiung tells you, shifting slightly in his seat. His eyes are locked onto your hands. “Use your thumbs— yeah, just like that.”
You sigh softly as your thumbs circle around the already stiff peaks, feeling the soft burn of the stimulation spread throughout your chest. You take one between your fingers and tug gently, drawing a soft whine out of yourself. You nearly miss the way Jiung’s cock jumps against the confines of his revealing sweats.
You try and fail not to let that go to your head as you drag your eyes up to his face, the one so threaded with focus on you it’s nearly maddening.
“Jiung,” you say, voice breathy already.
He doesn’t move his eyes. “Hm?”
“Take off your hoodie,” you tell him, and that gets his attention. “Wanna see your tattoos.”
You preen internally at the light blush that rises on his cheeks. Like you expected he would have to, he obeys. He tugs the collar of his purple hoodie up and pulls it off himself in one smooth go, tossing it to the corner of the bed.
Your hands falter on yourself as your eyes rake over the ink on his pale skin; vines and leaves adorning the sides of his ribs, butterflies tracing over his abs and trailing tantalizingly down beneath the boxers peaking out of his sweats, and the crescent moon placed centre in his chest.
“Pretty,” you find yourself saying and learn then that Jiung blushes down his chest.
“Take one hand off,” he says hurriedly, like he’s trying to take the situation back under his hand. But you can see the way that his chest has started rising a little more with each breath.
You obey regardless, dropping your right hand in your lap.
His eyes move back down to your core. “Spread it open,” he says. “Wanna see everything. But don’t touch your clit.”
You lick your lips nervously, feeling your cheeks burn, but you move your right hand down and slide two fingers between your folds making sure to avoid your aching clit. The heat of your own skin is a nice reprieve until you scissor the fingers open, spreading yourself apart and exposing to the cool air.
You can hear his breath hitch as his jaw clenches at the sight. “You’re gushing,” he mutters to himself, an observation you’re well aware of but has you squirming when you hear it aloud. “Take some of it. Circle your clit. Lightly.”
You expected him to make you tease yourself more but with the choppy breaths he’s taking and the short sentences, you sense he’s starting to lose patience. Or lose time. Either way, you don’t deny yourself the pleasure.
You collect some of the arousal with both of your fingers then drag them up to your clit. You keep your touch light as you circle slowly, sighing deeply at the touch.
You hear a soft grunt to your left and glance over to Keeho. You’d nearly forgotten about him, but the sight of him has your fingers faltering. He has his hand down his sweats, stroking himself slowly. His head is thrown back against the back of the chair, hair messy over his forehead, cheeks flushed, plush lips bitten red and parted as he pants sharply. His eyes are hooded slits as they watch your hand work yourself, fisting his own cock to match the slow pace of your fingers.
Your gaze is pulled back to Jiung when he snaps, “Eyes on me.” His own eyes are impossibly dark and his jaw is set tightly. “Don’t look at him.”
You give him a small nod, whining softly as you focus back on moving your fingers steadily over your aching clit. It’s hard to not notice the way Jiung is straining against his pants.
“Jiung,” you say through a breath, lifting your eyes back to his face. “Touch yourself.”
Your command takes him aback. You can see the conflict in his eyes to put himself in a vulnerable position to not only you, but with Keeho in the room too.
Sensing his hesitation, Keeho pipes up. “C’mon, Jiung,” he says, voice light despite the strain. His breaths are audible through his words. “You gotta do what she says.”
So you really do have the power here.
You raise your brow challengingly at Jiung and he finally relents, letting his arousal win, though not without sending you a hard look first.
He leans back on one hand before letting the other slip down into his sweats. He grasps himself in a hard squeeze that has him tilting his head back and letting out a low groan. You want to trace the way that his throat shifts around another groan with your tongue.
He rolls his head to the side to focus his gaze back on you. He doesn’t do much with his hand, just lets it rest there and squeeze himself every few seconds.
“How many fingers did Keeho use on you?” He asks. His voice sounds heavier with arousal.
“Two.”
“Put one in. All the way, and don’t stall.”
You can see the impatience worn clearly on his face in furrowed brows and hardened edges. Without delay, you divert your hand and push your middle finger into yourself in one smooth slide. Even as it presses all the way in you find yourself mourning Keeho’s longer, thicker ones.
“Good girl,” Jiung praises and it goes straight to your cunt, making it pulse around your finger. “In and out, slowly— yeah, just like that.” He looks in a near trance at the way your walls suck your finger in with each languid thrust, leaking steadily around it.
You see his hand start to move now as he starts to stroke himself slowly to match the pace of your finger.
You find yourself cursing those grey sweats for blocking your vision.
“Stop,” you tell him, and he pauses his hand with a confused albeit annoyed look on his face. “I wanna see you.”
His jaw ticks but he doesn’t hesitate this time. He lifts himself a little, pushing his sweats and boxers down just enough to reveal himself before taking his cock back in his hand and squeezing. “Better?” He asks you sardonically.
Yes, you want to say but your voice is stuck in your throat. Because the sight of him, long and hard and a pretty shade of pink as it strains with arousal, has you nearly moaning.
You push your finger into you a little quicker without thinking and Jiung takes that as his answer. “Slow down,” he snaps, and when you do, adds, “Put another one in.”
You push your ring finger in to join, moaning softly at the stretch but it still feels nothing like Keeho’s. When Jiung gives you the go, you pick up the pace again, a little faster by his order.
You try to prod around to reach for that spot that Keeho had practically torn you apart with but you can’t. Jiung notices the frustration on your face and laughs softly. “We’ll get there. Use your other hand on your clit. We need to get another finger in first.”
You bite down on your lip to hold in your whimper. Your other hand, which was just sitting limply against your chest at this point, falls quickly to press tight circles against your clit.
Everything you’re doing to yourself feels better than you’ve ever managed to make yourself feel in the past. Maybe it’s because of the soft grunts and moans and the slick sounds of skin against skin coming from the corner of your room where you’re forbidden to look at; maybe it’s because of the way that Jiung sits pretty in front of you, fisting his own cock to the sight of you getting yourself off; maybe it’s because of the way that he mutters soft praises to you every few moments and urges you to go faster, slower, deeper, shallower; maybe it’s not the commands at all but just his voice— but all of it brings you closer and closer to another daunting climax.
“Put another one in,” Jiung tells you, his breaths coming harder around his words. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his skin as he works himself in tandem to your pace. “Need to get you properly stretched out.”
The implication of those words falls past you as you start to press your index finger in with the others, the stretch making your body tense and your other hand falter.
It burns a little but it burns good. The amount of slick still spilling out of you makes the way in easier, and soon you’re steadily pumping three fingers in while your other hand works your clit again, short moans tumbling out of your lips.
Jiung’s breaths are even more laboured as his fist speeds up over himself, his eyes starting to glass over. He’s fighting against them as they keep trying to flutter shut. He’s starting to sound a little ruined too as he speaks. “Hook your fingers up,” he says, then continues at your confused look. “The spot that you were looking for. Hook your fingers. Up.”
You follow his instructions and crook your fingers, but you still can’t seem to reach it. How Keeho had managed to find it with such scary precision, you desperately want to know.
“I-I can’t,” you whine, hating the desperate sound of your voice but you can feel yourself close, so close, but you need that final edge to push you over. The stimulation to your clit isn’t enough anymore, not after everything you’ve felt tonight.
Jiung starts to look a little panicked as his eyes flick over to your nightstand, and you realize he’s probably running out of time.
“Okay,” he says, his hand pausing over himself when he sees your eyes well with frustration. You see the way his cock twitches as it’s neglected but he ignores it in favour of focusing on you. “I can’t touch you, but just listen to my voice—“
“That won’t be necessary.”
Your head snaps to the left. The sight of Theo standing against the doorway with his arms crossed has a sinking feeling intruding the arousal in your gut. Everything stops, like the moment is waiting with baited breath for Theo to take it under his command.
You’d nearly forgotten that Theo was still to come. And when you realize the only thing that could possibly be left for his turn, your body freezes over.
“Taeyang,” Jiung says after recovering from his surprise. “I still have a few minutes left.”
Theo pushes himself up straight, shutting the door behind him with his foot as he makes his way in. He doesn’t acknowledge Keeho, who’s also stopped still and staring with wide eyes, as he makes his way over to the bed. There’s a small smile on his lips, lazy, like he’s only mildly interested in everything that’s happening.
“I gave you plenty of extra time,” he tells Jiung while keeping his disinterested eyes on you. “And you still failed.”
You bristle under his stare but he’s quickly moving on to focus on Jiung, who’s looking more nervous now than irritated.
“I told you I should’ve gone earlier,” Jiung mutters through grit teeth as Theo circles around the bed to hover over Jiung’s back.
“Doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” Theo asks coolly. He leans over Jiung’s shoulder and looks down where Jiung is still holding himself in a tight grip. “Did she tell you to touch yourself?”
Jiung doesn’t answer verbally, only nods.
“Hm…” Theo lowers his head to rest his chin on Jiung’s shoulder, making him flinch at the sudden contact. “Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should’ve focused more on her and less on yourself.”
Jiung works his jaw in frustration but stays still. “You said we should listen to her.”
“Should,” Theo repeats with a grin. “The ‘when necessary’ was implied.”
“Taeyang, I swear—“
Theo doesn’t let him finish. “You’re done with her,” he says, easy and stern, as he lifts himself off of Jiung, leaving the other boy wide eyed and incredulous.
“Are you serious?” He snaps, looking up at him with a glare.
“Very. You know the rules,” Theo answers as he makes his way back around to stand at the side of the bed, between you and Jiung. “Get behind her.”
Jiung’s brows furrow, matching your own confusion. “What?”
Theo simply smiles at Jiung as he reads him his fate. “You’re gonna get behind her so I can fuck her on you. And don't even think about coming.”
You feel your insides churn as the words settle, your hands, after unsheathing from yourself while their attention was off of you, curling into the sheets. Everything Theo is saying is so… casual. But he’s talking about fucking you on top of Jiung. That’s far from casual and far from anything you’re prepared for.
But the look on Jiung’s face tells you he’s having it worse. He pales, throat tight as he asks, “Why?”
“Punishment,” Theo says, like it’s obvious. “We set out on a mission here to show her everything she was missing out on. And you failed. So, punishment.” He leans down, invading Jiung’s space and leveling his condescending gaze inches away from his. “Are we clear?”
You can see Jiung’s face twitch as he restrains himself from lashing out. But then he nods, an act of quick submission that takes you by surprise. You start to wonder just what kind of hold your oldest member has over not just you, but the rest of the group.
Then Theo’s eyes are on you where you’re curled up, trying to shield yourself away from whatever was unravelling in front of you.
“Is that okay with you?” He asks you, voice momentarily shedding that commanding edge.
Honestly, you don’t care what happens anymore as long as you get to come again. Even if the thought of Theo being the one to fuck you to it is daunting, with his domineering aura and seemingly sadistic tendencies. But the part of you that’s still loose in the head from everything that’s happened tonight finds you wanting to give yourself over and let him take care of you, let him show you what you’re missing out on, by his words. Even if it was at the expense of Jiung’s sanity. You’ll pay him back later.
“Fine by me.”
A heavy silence fills the room as the confirmation of what’s about to happen settles in the thick air.
Until Keeho breaks it with a pouty whine of, “Wait what about me?”
He’s still sitting on the chair, splayed out with his legs spread, elbows on the armrests while one hand squeezed around the base of himself. He’d shoved his pants down so you can actually see just how painfully hard he still is, almost purpling at the tip. Your mouth nearly waters at the thought of running your tongue along the thick vein that you can see protruding along his underside from where you’re sitting.
Theo catches your eye with a questioning brow raise. It’s up to you, he says silently with them.
“He can use my mouth,” you blurt without thinking, taking yourself by surprise.
Theo’s eyes flash in shock but his lips quirk up in a proud little smile. “Only when I say you can,” he tells Keeho, before gesturing him over.
Keeho nearly stumbles as he makes his way over to settle at the edge of the bed before shedding himself out of his clothes. You don’t get long to appreciate the valleys of his tan skin, taut over smooth planes of muscles before you’re distracted by Theo.
Theo, who’s taking off his shirt and has everything else fade away from your focus when you catch a glimpse of the inked crown on the side of his rib cage.
When Theo notices the room in still motion, he rolls his eyes. “What?” He asks, raising a taunting brow at Jiung. “Do I have to order you to do everything now?”
Jiung’s lips twitch down in a scowl. “No,” he says smoothly despite the sharpness in his eyes. He goes to pull his sweats back up but Theo grabs his ankle and yanks him forward, sending Jiung sprawling on his back with a panicked grunt.
“Off,” Theo says sharply down at him, leaving no room for protest as his hand squeezes tightly around his ankle.
Jiung stares up at Theo with wide eyes, red heat climbing up his neck. You don’t miss the way his cock jumps, and neither does Theo.
But Theo shows him mercy and lets go of him, letting him scramble out of his layers and shuffle to the head of the bed where you are.
Your limbs lock up when Theo turns his full attention to you. He reaches forward and wraps his muscled arms around you to pull you forward as Jiung settles behind you. You relish in the warmth of Theo’s skin before he’s placing you so that your back is laying against Jiung’s front while he’s laid back the pile of pillows you made earlier.
You gasp softly when you fully settle against him, feeling Jiung’s erection prodding at your lower back, stiff and hot against you. You hear Jiung hiss softly softly at the contact behind your head.
His skin is warm and a little damp against your back but the feeling of him behind you, his presence just there, is almost grounding. His hands come up to hold your waist but Theo is quick to interject.
“Don’t touch her,” he says sharply and Jiung immediately fists his hands into the sheets.
You hear a chuckle to your right followed by Keeho’s teasing, albeit a little strained, voice. “I’ve never seen him so obedient.”
Theo glances over to share a playful grin. “You just don’t know how to handle him yet.”
“Even after all these years," Keeho muses dramatically. “Might have to take a lesson or two from you, Taeyang.”
“Can you two shut the fuck up?” Jiung snaps in an uncharacteristic show of short temper.
You haven’t heard him like that in a couple years, but hearing his deep voice right by your ear now, rough and sharp as he speaks, is doing things to your body you don’t want to address.
And of course, Theo catches the way your eyes flutter and you inhale sharply, and you nearly wither away under the devilish grin that curls on his lips. “I knew it,” he says.
You turn your face away from him. “Know what?”
He grabs your chin to turn your gaze back at him. “Don’t try to hide,” he warns. “It’s a good thing I’m feeling selfish right now or I’d let him help me ruin you.”
The thought of both Theo and Jiung working you over the edge together has your walls fluttering. And of course, Theo notices that too.
“Dirty girl,” he taunts as he climbs onto the bed, sitting on his knees in front of you.
From this close you can see the outline of him, large and heavy, through his loose pants and he’s not even fully hard yet. Your body thrums with nerves at the thought of having to take that size inside of you.
“What’s wrong?” He asks you, smug when he sees the way you eye him. “Don’t think you can take it?”
You grit your teeth, meeting his taunting gaze with a sharp one of your own. “Isn’t time ticking, Yangie?”
He takes your chin in his hand, shoving his thumb into your mouth and holding your tongue down. You whine at the sudden intrusion, trying to clamp your mouth down but he’s firm in the way he tugs down and holds you open. “I think that should be the least of your concerns right now.”
Jiung pipes up in your defence behind you. “Are you saying you’re not biding the time limit?” He’s tense behind you, his voice still tight the way he speaks to Theo.
Theo’s eyes lift to Jiung’s over your head. “If it weren’t for me, none of this would be happening,” he says, and there’s no response from Jiung. Theo looks back down to you, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, threatening to nearly gag you. “I think I should get a little leeway for that, shouldn’t I?”
You just glare back at him in response. You’re not sure what it is about him, but he brings out the defiant nature in you. Maybe you just want to see how far you can push.
Theo smiles down at you before pulling his thumb out. “Cute.” Then he’s shoving two of his fingers back in your mouth, deep enough to actually have you gag this time before pulling out halfway and just letting them sit over your tongue.
You blink through the tears that have risen and see that all amusement is gone from Theo’s eyes, leaving cold indifference.
“Do you plan on mouthing off again?” He asks you, in an eerily gentle voice.
You think you might die if things get strung out too long; you’re still aching from not getting to finish from your time with Jiung.
So you shake your head no and Theo pulls his fingers from your mouth. “Good girl,” he says, then moves his hand down to push those fingers into your cunt.
You gasp sharply, pushing yourself back on Jiung at the sudden invasion, your legs trying to lock shut but Theo keeps them apart. You can feel Jiung’s cock kick against your back but you’re more focused on Theo’s fingers stretching you, shorter than Keeho’s but thicker.
Theo hums, watching your walls squeeze around him as he scissors his fingers open like it’s something clinical, completely ignoring the way you’re whining and writhing at the burn.
“It’ll fit,” he decides before pulling his fingers out.
You let out a shaky breath of relief, your head dropping back on Jiung’s shoulder.
Jiung’s body is taut with restraint behind you, his breaths coming out harshly against your left ear. He’s like stone against your lower back, hot and pulsing. You shift back a little, pushing yourself against his erection and you hear his breath hitch with a quiet whine only you can hear.
“Don’t,” you hear him whisper under his heavy breath.
It all goes unnoticed by Theo who’s busy working himself out of the rest of his clothes. And you forget all about Jiung when you’re met with the sight of Theo who’s thick enough at only half mast to have your legs clamping shut in fear.
“You’re not going to fit,” you say quickly, panicked as you try to shove yourself further into Jiung.
“Fuck, stop,” Jiung grunts behind you as he grabs your waist and holds you down to keep you from brushing against him.
Theo doesn’t chastise him but he does point you with a sharp look as he takes a hold of himself, stroking slowly. “You can take it,” he says, using his free hand to pry your knees apart again. “You’ve been preparing the whole night for it. It’ll fit.”
“Still,” you whine, feeling your head rush as you watch him thicken in his grasp.
You’re still squirming yourself out of Theo’s grip despite him getting increasingly annoyed.
“Jiung, hold her legs open.”
You hear Jiung scoff over your ear. “I thought you didn’t want me to touch her.”
One sharp look from Theo has Jiung reaching around you to grab you under your knees and pull your legs apart, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to Theo.
You turn your face into Jiung’s neck to hide, still trembling in his hold. You can’t help but feel a little humiliated being pried open like this in front of them, tears starting to prickle at your eyes.
The press of soft, plush lips against your jaw has you peeking out to see Theo an inch from your face and looking down at you with a softer edge to his still heated gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures you. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Your eyes flutter closed as you try to take ahold of your uneven breaths. This is your Theo, the one who gives you the sweater off his back when you’re cold, the one who gives you his seat when everything else is taken, the one who’s always the first to make you laugh when you’re down. You take a deep breath and open your eyes, blinking away the tears.
“Yeah,” you breathe, peering up into his eyes, easing down at the soft smile that grows on his lips. “I trust you.”
He lets his eyes linger in yours, searching for any more signs of distress. When he doesn’t find any, he leans forward to press his lips to yours.
The kiss is gentle, grounding, caring— everything your Theo is.
But the soft spell is broken when you feel the blunt head of his cock against your clit.
He swallows the moan right from your lips before he lifts from the kiss, meeting your wide eyes with his that have lost the softness in them.
“You’re gonna take it for me, ‘kay?” That stony edge to his voice is back and you find yourself falling under its weight.
You nod quickly and Theo kisses you again, hard and searching as he drags the head of his cock down to your entrances and pushes.
You pull back from the kiss, tossing your head back over Jiung’s shoulder as you let out a broken cry. The stretch of him is nearly unbearable and all encompassing. And it’s only just the tip that breaches into you.
Theo’s forehead drops to your shoulder with a strained grunt, his own body going taut. “Fuck,” he hisses, overwhelmed by how tight your walls are around him.
Your eyes blur with tears as you blink up at the ceiling, breaths stuttering past your lips.
“Just breathe,” you hear Jiung’s soothing voice whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against it as he speaks. “Breathe. You got it.”
You follow his voice, follow his instructions as he guides you through taking Theo to the hilt. You open up slowly, swallowing deep breaths to let your body relax and open up for him. The sweet words from Jiung’s lips— that's it, you’re doing so good for us, so good, just keep breathing, such a good girl— guide you through the paces until Theo buries himself fully inside of you with a deep, shuddering sigh.
“Atta girl,” Theo whispers in your other ear, pressing a quick kiss to it. His voice is rough, strained, and somehow still condescending. “Told you you could take it.”
You whine softly in response because your ability to speak, or think even, is muddled out by the full feeling of him practically tearing you open from the inside. But despite it all, it’s a stretch that has you pulsing around him, like your walls are trying to keep him buried inside of you and keep you full.
Theo grunts at the way your body just sucks him in. His hands brace tightly against your hips before, without a warning, he starts to pull out.
The feeling is just as intense, has you crying out and has tears slipping down your face. But he’s not so patient this time. He pulls out in an agonizing drag until just the tip remains before he slowly pushes back in in that same, torturous drag.
It continues like that, until your cries of pain fade into short, rapid moans as the stretch burns away into pleasure.
Your eyes are blurry and your mind is half there, but you can still make out Theo’s strained words clearly. “Taking me so well,” he says through a grunt as he snaps his hips into you at a pace that’s steadily increasing. “Fit so nice and— ah, fuck— like you were made to take me.” He drops his forehead to yours, a thin sheen of sweat gleaming over his skin as his blown eyes bear down on yours. “Weren’t you?”
Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth so you whine in response, eyes fluttering.
“Yeah you were,” he breathes then pushes into you with a sharp thrust that has you moaning sharply, your hands scrambling to grab onto his arms. “Just made for my cock.”
His hips start to speed up, making sure to drive all the way into you with each thrust. Your body bucks up with each snap, sending you rocking steadily on top of Jiung’s cock.
Jiung is barely holding on behind you; his hands shake as they try desperately to keep you open for Theo, his breaths laboured as they fall rapidly from his lips, his cock throbbing under each rock of your body. It takes great effort to hold back from coming, but he’s already far too close to the edge to where he knows it won’t be possible to hold back for long.
He peers over your trembling body to look up at Theo, his eyes prickling with tears from how painful it’s becoming to hold back.
“Taeyang,” he whispers, and the way Theo’s eyes snap from yours to his, fiery charcoal burning into his own, has him nearly toppling over the edge. He hopes the pleading look on his face is enough to get his question across. But the devil doesn’t make fair deals and Jiung’s got one holding his fate.
“No,” Theo tells him before he turns back to you and starts driving his hips even faster, tossing Jiung right into his own personal little hell as he lays there, neglected and forced to just take.
Theo feels nearly manic at the sigh of both you and Jiung under him, crying for him. But the sight is just too pretty and your walls are so warm as they swallow him in with each rough thrust, that he feels too high off of the power to let it go just yet.
Your eyes are unfocused on him, mind truly well and fucked out after the hours of constant stimulation. There’s a steady stream of moans and whines and babbles of please, please, please’s from your lips that he’s sure you’re not even aware of that spills into the thick air between you.
It goes straight to his cock, pulsing inside of you. But he holds back; he’s not close to done with you yet.
“You’re so noisy,” you hear Theo scold you lightly.
You can’t process much except for the heavy pressure pounding between your hips at a steady pace and the strokes of fire that spreads from it.
But you hear the command clearly as he glances over at Keeho to your right. “Do something about it, won’t you?”
Before you know it, there's a blunt pressure prodding between your lips. As if on instinct you turn your head and let your jaw fall open to accept Keeho into your mouth, throbbing and salty on your tongue as he starts to shallowly fuck into your mouth.
His face is strained as he looks down at you, eyes wide and glazed over in pure lust. He fists a hand into your hair and holds you in place as he starts to pick up the pace, though it’s already stuttering.
“M’not gonna last long, pretty,” he pants, hissing with each thrust in. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
You moan around him at a harsh thrust from Theo, a sound that has Keeho’s cock twitching in your mouth.
“Fuck,” he snaps, his hand gripping tightly into your hair and sending sharp prickles of pain through your scalp. “Fuck it.”
Then he’s driving his cock deeper into your mouth at a rapid pace, nearly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust and leaving you gagging each time. But he doesn’t stop, just drives into you, pushing your head into him as he fucks into your warm, pliant mouth. “Take it, take it, take it.”
He comes with a loud, strained moan, pushing your head into his pelvis as he pushes all the way in and spills down your throat, cock twitching as it pulses around him.
It’s the way that your head goes floaty when his cock cuts off your air and you’re forced to swallow his cum, and the way that Theo circles his thumb around your throbbing clit, that does you in.
Your body thrashes in Jiung’s hold as your orgasm rips through you. You moan loudly around Keeho’s cock still buried in you as you come over Theo’s cock, tears streaming down your face and your nails digging roughly into Theo’s arms.
You feel Theo’s pace falter as you tremble through your climax, coughing when Keeho finally pulls out of your mouth.
You’re pretty sure you’re dead where you lay atop Jiung, still rattling from the orgasm as you come down from it.
But Theo doesn’t even give you the chance to recover from it before he resumes fucking you into the mattress, Jiung too by proxy, at the same rough pace.
Oversensitive and overwhelmed, you start clawing at Theo’s arms again, your body thrashing without your control. “T-Tae—!” Your voice breaks off before you can finish. You’re not sure when you’d started sobbing.
“Five,” Theo grits through his teeth, eyes still swollen black with desire and lust-drunk mania. He’s panting from the effort of fucking into you at the same, maddening pace. “Promised you six. You’re gonna come for me again.” His breaths are short, and his hips are starting to stutter, but he doesn’t slow down.
You try to protest and tell him that you can’t, but then he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing down on the sides with his fingers and you get that floaty feeling in your head again, like you’re lifting out of your body. Your body’s starting to feel numb but you also feel everything all at once and you’re not even sure where you’re last orgasm ends, if it even did, and the next one starts, but you’re coming again, body quivering, eyes rolling back, jaw falling open in a silent cry.
The sight tips Theo right over the edge with you as he fucks into you hard, one, twice, three times before he shoved himself all the way in and paints you deep within your walls with hot ropes of his release. He plasters himself down on you as his body gives out but his hips are still grinding into you, rocking his cum deep into you.
You’re not sure when you had passed out— or, did you pass out?— but when you blink your eyes slowly open you’re met with Keeho and Theo’s concerned faces peering down at you.
As soon as your eyes open, their faces wash over in instant relief.
“Thank god, she’s fine,” Keeho says, dropping his head low and sighing in relief.
Theo turns to Keeho and whacks him on the back of his head. “I told you I didn’t fuck her dead, you idiot.”
Keeho yelps and lifts his head with a glare. “Well, what else was I supposed to think, she went out!”
Theo just glares back at him in silence.
Okay, so you did pass out. But you don’t feel quite awake just yet either, at least not physically. Your bones feel like ten tonne bricks, there’s a sticky soreness thrumming between your hips, and every movement takes a Herculean effort as you try to shift.
The pair of arms wrapped around you, trapping your arms under them, prevents you from moving. You try to shift again but the arms clamp down even tighter and a tiny panicked gasp hits you behind your ear. Jiung.
That’s when you feel it— the thick dampness splattered along your back and Jiung’s softened cock pushed against the small of your back.
“Hey.” Your focus snaps back onto Keeho as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Are you okay?”
You blink up at him. Besides the heavy limbs, the sore throat, the somewhat bearable ache between your legs, and your syrupy mind, you feel fine— good, even.
“Yeah,” you say, taking all of you by surprise at how croaky your throat is.
Theo turns back to glare at Keeho. “You went too hard on her.”
Keeho whips his head to him, flabbergasted. “You’re one to talk!”
“Guys,” you groan, trying your best to blink yourself out of the fog that’s making your brain feel like soup. “Quiet, please.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Keeho amends quickly. “C’mere, let’s get you in a bath.”
He reaches forward to pick you up but Jiung’s arms clamp down on you again and yanks you right back down, refusing to let you out of his arms.
Theo and Keeho both turn to Jiung, identical expressions of shock worn on their faces at the uncharacteristic show of clinginess.
“Ji?” Theo asks, reaching past you to touch Jiung but you feel Jiung’s face bury into your shoulders.
Your mind snaps almost fully awake when you feel his lashes flutter against the skin on your neck, damp with tears.
“I didn’t mean to,” you hear him mumble into your shoulder in a tiny voice.
You know what it means, but you let Theo and Keeho figure it out on their own. Theo gets to the answer quicker, a fond but teasing smile pulling on lips.
“You just couldn’t hold yourself back, could you?” He teases, reaching over to affectionately scratch at Jiung’s head but Jiung buries his head further into you and away from the touch.
“I tried,” you hear him whisper. “‘M sorry.”
You feel a wave of fondness wash over you at how small he sounds. He’s never this clingy, never this whiney, and it makes you want to bury him in your arms despite the fact that you can still feel his cum drying against your back.
Keeho seems to feel the same sentiment as he surges forward and somehow wraps his arms around both you and Jiung.
“He’s so cute,” Keeho coos and that seems to snap Jiung out of it a little, his usual grumpy tone back into his voice as he tells Keeho to fuck off.
You can’t help but giggle at their antics, a sound that has everyone stop short and stare down at you.
Your laugh fades out at the attention. “What?”
Theo’s smile is soft as he pulls the blanket off of the floor and throws it on top of you. “Nothing,” he says, tucking the blanket around the three of you.
“I didn’t think cuddling was offered,” you mumble, but being sandwiched between Keeho and Jiung is something you really can’t complain about.
“You get the full package,” Keeho says, running his hand through your hair, fingers gently scratching down your scalp.
You hum under the touch, eyes fluttering closed. It makes you almost want to purr. “I don’t remember paying for a full package.”
“You’re not paying us at all,” Keeho states.
“Should I?”
He whacks you atop the head with the hand that was carding through your hair and you nearly whine at the loss of his fingers digging into your scalp. “We’re not cheap whores,” he scolds you lightly.
“No, but you sure act like ‘em,” you say then snicker at the affronted look on his face.
“You seemed into it though,” Theo points out as he climbs back into bed, damp towel in his hand and sweatpants back on. You didn’t know when he’d left.
Your cheeks heat at the accusation. “Kinda hard not to be,” you mutter, turning your face into the pillow.
You inhale sharply when you feel the hot towel press against your back.
“Sorry,” you hear Jiung mumble before he makes quick work of wiping down your back then between your legs, making sure to be careful but even the slightest touch has you twitching and whining.
You feel better wiped clean, comfortable enough to where you start to doze off. But a sharp poke to the forehead has you blinking your eyes open and glaring at Theo, who’s hovering over you with an arm braced between you and Keeho.
“What?” You snap.
He raises a brow at you. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Did we prove you wrong or what?”
You groan as you try to roll away but he drops himself on your chest, effectively trapping you. “Do I really have to say it?”
You feel Keeho’s lips brush against the apple of your cheek, can practically hear the smile in his voice. “It would be nice.”
You sigh deeply. You figure it’s the least you can do, considering the fact that they’d just turned your world upside down. And probably ruined sex with anyone else for the rest of your life.
“Fine,” you huff, trying to come off as gravely inconvenienced but the grin on Theo’s lips has your own smile growing. “Yes, you proved me wrong. Six times over.”
Theo chuckles, breath brushing over your lips as he rests his chin on your chest. “You’re welcome,” he says cheekily and has your eyes rolling fondly.
“So…” Keeho trails off, pulling your eyes to him. He’s trying to smother down his up-to-no-good smile, but failing miserably. “Who was your favourite?” He asks, because of course he would.
You scrunch your nose, pretending to think. “Definitely not Theo,” you settle on, glaring lightly down at Theo’s still smug face. “He’s an asshole.”
Theo pouts dramatically, not even bothering to be actually offended. “Is that any way to treat the guy who just gave you six orgasms?”
“What is wrong with you?”
Jiung, who’s still tucked into your side, bristles at that. “Why are you taking credit for all of it?” Jiung grumbles into your shoulder, refusing to detach from you.
“Again, none of this would have happened without me,” Theo answers like it’s just the simple truth.
You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Okay, then next time we’ll just leave you out of it completely.”
You don’t even get the chance to process your own words before the door to your bedroom is slamming open and Intak, Soul, and Jongseob come crashing down to the floor in a pile of messy limbs, cursing and clawing at each other as they try to untangle themselves.
Intak elbows the other two away and lifts himself up above them, looking up at you with the eyes and eager grin of someone who’s just been told they were nominated for a Grammy. “Next time?”
Jongseob and Soul stop clawing at Intak to look up at you, waiting for your answer with bated breath.
You blink at them, then turn to Theo, who’s looking at you with the same curiosity. Jiung and Keeho’s eyes burn into the sides of your face.
You don’t even have to think twice as you’re dropping your head back on the pillow and smiling up at the ceiling, a deep satisfaction settling in your chest much like the dull, aching one between your legs.
𝜗𝜚 It’s been a while since you and Megumi let Yuji into your bedroom, and you’d just loveee to watch it happen all over again. But you want to get involved this time, too- even if Megumi can’t quite handle it all. How cute!
pairing: Megumi x reader x Yuji
content: smut, itafushi x reader, threesomes, prone bone, blowjobs, exhibitionism/voyuerism (sort of), reader instructs them both, mattress humping, talking Megumi through it, cooing, praise, pet names, mommy kink, men crying, full nelsons, riding Megumi as Yuji fucks him, pathetic Megumi, brief handjob, multiple orgasms, whimpering, overstimulation, lowk dumbification, threeway kisses, nippleplay, aftercare
wc: 3.4k
more like this | part one
A few weeks later, you all tumble back into your bedroom again. Well, not exactly that easily; you start off at the bar two days before, your glasses clinking merrily as liquor swirls below cold chunks of ice and the ostentatiously large slice of lime Yuji insisted he wanted on the side of the drinks, to which Megumi had promptly taken his citrusy garnish off and avoided eye contact with you both when you teased him for it. If he blushed, neither of you said anything.
You get drunk quicker than either of them, courtesy of the cocktails you’ve been throwing back and insisting they taste more like juice than alcohol- rookie mistake, really, because it leads to them both holding you up as you stagger back home. Your heels click on the pavement, rainwater from the evening before splashing happily onto everybody's shoes as the two men help you walk in what could barely be classified as a straight line. “Wow, you’re both reallyyy strong.” You giggle, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend who just sighs softly in response. “Come on,” Megumi murmurs, tugging at your (his, really) jacket. “Let me put you to bed, okay?”
You stare at him for a second, something gleeful glinting in your eyes that makes Yuji curious and Megumi downright flustered. “Why don’t you…” you say, pointing drunkenly at your dark-haired boyfriend as he leads you to your couch, “let Yuji put you to bed? If you know what I mean.” You snort, laughing hysterically and falling back into Yuji’s awaiting biceps. He holds you helplessly, and they both stare at each other for a long, long second as you sway and then just keep talking.
“Seriously, I really liked watching you both fuck. It was great.” You sigh wistfully, eyes drooping. “We should all do it again some time.”
Then you promptly manage to pass out on the couch, heels still dangling from your feet, and leave them to gape at each other.
“I mean…” Megumi mutters, rubbing his neck, “if she wants to, I… wouldn’t mind.”
Yuji beams cheerily, casually, like somebody just told him he’s getting a lifetime supply of free movie tickets and not a threesome with his best friend and his girlfriend. “Sure, I’m in!”
So, here you are. And Megumi might look even prettier than last time. His poor, flushed face is shoved into the pillows as he fights to keep his eyes open, his leaky cock rubbing up against the sheets below as he moans like.. well, like a bit of a slut, if you're being honest.
“Fuck, Yuji.” He groans, dropping his face like he’s embarrassed for you to see his lips create the syllables required for his friend’s name. Yuji smiles and fucks into him harder, that little pink trail of hair shimmering in a terribly lewd mixture of sweat and lube and precum from where you’d politely asked Megumi if he could suck Yuji’s dick.
“I-“ he’d frozen, already shirtless. “If- if that’s what you want?” He gulps breathlessly.
“I do.” You’d responded breathlessly, “please, just once. Wanna see what you look like with his dick in your mouth.”
Megumi chokes on his own shuttering breath, while Yuji just shrugs and happily plopps himself down on the edge of the bed with his naked thighs spread wide open. Megumi slowly, very slowly, sinks down to his pale knees on the carpet, face blushing furiously as you excitedly watch him tug down Yuji's boxers until his throbbing cock springs out at twitches against his stomach, so heavy it almost droops.
His mouth stretches around Yuji’s cock, even just the thick tip pushing his pretty lips wider, and Yuji whines high like a puppy. “Oh, fuck, your mouth is so warm, Megumi.” He whinges, settling back on his arms as he plants a large, tanned hand into Megumi’s dark hair.
Megumi huffs around Yuji’s sticky length and sucks harder, bobbing his head down until his sharp nose is almost brushing the coral-pink curls at Yuji’s silken base. “Oh my god, you look so fucking hot.” You breathe, crouching down to Megumi’s eye level just to watch up close. Which, yes, is obviously perverted- but you don’t even feel bad when you see how there’s pre and saliva building at the corners of your boyfriend's mouth, moaning around Yuji’s cock.
Somehow, you end up being in charge of the whole situation in entirety. Megumi lets you anyway, gone as soon as he lets himself slip into that little space in his brain when he’s faced with being so sexually vulnerable. Yuji follows all your instructions like a well trained dog, sweaty and panting but beaming like the sun whenever he follows an order correctly.
“Like this, right?” He pants, thrusting so deep into Megumi that his lean body shudders up the bed and the headboard taps harshly against the wall. “Yeah, like that.” You reply back, perched in the corner on a plush chair with your knees tucked to your chest like you’re watching a movie and not your boyfriend getting pummelled on the bed by another man. “Good boy, Yu.”
Yuji laughs and keeps going, ruining Megumi with every harsh stroke his tip manages to brush past. The noise of his tanned hips meeting Megumi’s ass is loud and abrasive but oh-so good, the crude sound mixing with Megumi’s whimpers and your own heavy breathing as your skin heats up merely watching.
That’s all you’re doing for now, just watching. You aren’t touching either of them, and you can tell it’s driving Megumi insane- having you right there, so soft and beautiful in his blurry eyeline, and you’re not doing anything. Yet you’re managing to ruin him anyway, directing Yuji on just what speed to take, just how hard to thrust.
“Slow down, Yu.”
He obeys, hips coming to a slow roll rather than the relentless pace he was favouring before. "Hnngh-!" Megumi cries out frustratedly into the pillows, his hands curling into clammy fists. You can’t see his face but you know there’s tears in his eyes, and you can’t help the way you walk over to him.
“Hey, baby.” You coo, holding onto his pathetically ruined face with both hands to counteract the way Megumi lets his head rock forwards with every hit he receives from the cock buried inside him. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” Your thumb strokes over his cheekbone and he mewls.
“You’re so, so safe with us,” you breathe against his mouth, “you don’t have to hide your face.”
“I- I know.” Megumi shakes out in response, eyes floating around the room like he’s trying to formulate his next words. But he can’t, he’s too susceptible to the way you’re cooing at him and the way Yuji is still fucking him, so his face drops helplessly back into the pillows and his back gently arches forwards as he keeps needily, mindlessly grinding himself into the mattress.
And you can’t have that, can you?
Your hand is still on your boyfriend’s spiky hair when he drops forwards, and when you pull back your touch you hear the way he whimpers in desperate protest, almost agonised at the loss of your touch. He shoves his pelvis harder into the sheets to cope, to gain more feeling, but it just doesn’t work. You frown and step backwards, slowly gazing down at the way his back is curving in on itself like a demolished building.
“Yuji,” you say suddenly, voice low and sweet. “Flip him over.”
“O-okay!”
Megumi almost wails in teary embarrassment when Yuji does so, now straddling him with his back to Yuji’s toned chest. Megumi’s dick looks pained, all stiff and leaky with the tiniest bead of pre pearling saltily at his blushing tip. “No,” he gasps, shoving his lolling head into Yuji’s shoulder in an attempt to stop you from seeing him. “Don’t w-want you to see me like this,” he begs hoarsely, clamping both hands over his mouth to muffle the degenerate whines ripping out of his throat.
He’s dripping all over his happy trail and stomach, the humiliation only serving to push him further into that terrifyingly unfamiliar space that results in him moaning and squirming on Yuji’s lap. You can see the way Megumi’s taking it from here, kneeling in front of them both on the bed. It’s obscene, really, Yuji’s thickness stretching your boyfriend out as he rears his hips backwards and then upwards again. Every time he does that, Megumi gasps and arches forwards like the pleasure is too much for him.
Arches forwards towards you.
You crawl up to your boyfriend on the bed and once again cup his pretty face. “You deserve this, Megumi.” You say quietly, thumbing at his tears. “I wish you could see how perfect you look right now, you’re doing so so so well for us both. Aren’t you?”
When you don’t receive a response, Megumi’s eyes still screwed up in embarrassment, you sigh sadly. “Hey, open your eyes. It’s just me, it’s just me.” You murmur, coaxing him to look at you by pressing gentle kisses to his face and neck, even spattering a few over his sensitive chest.
His eyes open slowly, long eyelashes fluttering rapidly like a butterfly. You smile. “So good. You’re our good boy, right?” Megumi chokes and lolls his hand into your touch, pressing it into your palm like you’ll offer salvation if he tries hard enough. “Say it, yeah?”
“I’m- fuck- I can’t.” He mutters lucidly, sweat beading at his temples. “I can’t say it, I c-can’t-“
“You can.” You soothe. You look at Yuji, and Yuji looks back at you. You both decide silently it’s better if you handle this one alone, and let Yuji stick to silently fucking him. Or, as silent as he can get, little moans slipping out every so often he has to bite his lip to contain.
“You can.” You repeat firmly, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock. Megumi heaves a groan and bucks into your fist as you slowly begin to pull at his overstimulated length, the veins rubbing softly over your fingers. “I’m- I’m your good boy.” He breathes finally, sobbing it out through tears.
“I’m so proud of you, my sweet baby. I love you, Megumi.”
“Fuck-“ he cums, your thumb rolling over his tip. Yuji moans and gasps behind him, pace stuttering- white floods the bedsheets below Megumi as it drips out of him, deposited in there by Yuji, or out of his own needy cock that’s still twitching against his stomach even after the orgasm. “Good boys,” you comfort both of them, even leaning forwards to press a quick peck to Yuji’s forehead he smiles dumbly at.
“Could you go again, Yuji?” You ask, cradling Megumi’s head. “Yeah, definitely!” He smiles, gently stroking back and forth on Megumi’s hips.
You know Megumi can take another orgasm, he’s taken many more than two in one night before, leaving himself in a messy puddle with your panties wrapped around his base or your pussy clenching around him. But you still have to ask. “Megs,” you whisper softly to him, “could you take another? For me?” Your response is a lucid nod against your chest.
Now, the real question. You tuck yourself in next to Yuji’s ear and whisper so quietly you’re surprised he can’t hear it at all. “Yuji, could you handle my weight and Megumi’s at the same time? If we were both on you?”
“Yeah!” He nods vigorously, almost happy he gets to show off his strength. “I don’t work out for nothing!”
“Good.” You smile, crawling back off the bed. You shimmy your shorts, shirt, and absolutely soaked panties off until you’re just in your lacy bra. Megumi’s favourite, even if he’d never admit it out loud- black and cute, the lace cupping your tits perfectly as a little bow sits between the cups. You fix the strap where it’s been twisted by Megumi’s sobbing into your shirt earlier, then stalk over to the bed.
Megumi’s eyes have been shut this whole time, or at the very least only fixed hazily on his own throbbing cock. But when he feels the sheets dip in front of him, he looks up and moans. “You’re so pretty,” he says lucidly, eyes half shut. “Fuck, mmph, you’re so h-hot.”
He whimpers loudly as you straddle him, soft thighs he adores so much either side of his hips. Yuji spreads his legs out further, but ensures Megumi’s are still loosely contained in the middle so you have room. Your knees land on the downy sheets between their thighs, sandwiched between broad and tanned and lean and pale. But god, you love it so much.
“O-oh, ohmygod, fuckkk-“ he sobs as you sink down. Your cunt wraps so warmly, so softly around his cock it feels like a homecoming and Megumi breaks into your shoulder, tears wetting the skin. “Mommy, fuck-“
“Aw, baby, don’t cry.” You whisper, kissing him slowly. Your lips meet in a caring tangle of spit and tongue, meshing against each other in the way that only comes from sheer depravity meeting sheer need. Spit strings and clings to your mouths as you moan into it, stroking Megumi’s hair comfortingly as he gasps.
His whimpers crack apart in your ears like he can’t help it, and it fuels you. Your pussy hugs him tightly, gently, like you’ve wanted this since the moment he licked at Yuji’s cock and you watched him struggle to take it all in his throat. “Mommy…” he manages to choke out again, “love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Yuji’s trembling behind Megumi, attempting with all his might to fight the urge to fuck upwards as Megumi clenches around him. “Yuji,” you laugh softly when you’re all the way down, “you can move now. We can take it.”
“Oh thank god.” He groans, thrusting his hips.
Megumi almost screams. It’s a high, pitchy, broken sound that echoes from the very back of his worn-out throat and hits your veins like a shot of heroin, something addictive you’ll never be able to forget even after this is all over. You bounce harder, grinding and rolling your skilled hips over his wildly overstimulated cock until he’s actually sobbing, actually choking out thick tears into the air of the room.
The pleasure is unbearable, blinding his eyes. You on his cock, pussy hugging him warmly, Yuji shoved up inside him and tracing filthy little patterns over his sweet spots. It’s too much, just too much, and the way he starts babbling nonsense proves it.
“You feel so fucking good around me,” he cries out into your tits, his mouth mindlessly wetting the lace. “Your tits are so fucking pretty, I’d stay here f-forever…” he trails off, letting his mouth latch onto one of your nipples through the fabric. You gasp and arch, shoving your chest further into his needy lips.
“Oh fuck,” Yuji chimes in. “He’s- he’s really tight when you do that, when he sucks your tits. He must l-like it a lottttt-“ he slurs, pink hair sticking to his skin. You laugh, high and broken, so infused with moans it’s barely even a giggle but a short broken huff of breath. “Yeah. Fuck yeah he does.”
You manage to reach a shaking hand up to Yuji’s head, where he’s resting back against the headboard, sitting back and enjoying the show like he isn’t an active participant. He cranes into your touch obediently, and you lean forwards until your mouth is attached to his and Yuji moans against your lips.
His tongue is different to Megumi’s, active and intense and strong in the way it traces your teeth and claims the spit inside your mouth. Megumi figures out what’s happening, your tits now pressed into his chest, and wraps his arms around your waist.
“Fuck, Megs, come here-“ you mewl, grabbing a fistful of spiky hair and pulling him inwards. The kiss that ensues is the lewdest thing you’ve ever experienced in your whole life.
Your tongues all shove together, active pink muscles fighting for space and time leading the kiss, three types of spit and Yuji’s leftover pre from Megumi’s mouth mixing and dripping; dribbling down your chins and necks and your soft tits that Megumi is still somehow managing to grope even like this.
Your nipples are sore from all his suckling at the damp lace rubbing across your tits. But it feels amazing when they rub harshly up against his chest as the kiss continues, fingers tugging at hair and fluid spilling everywhere. There's slick from you, slippery and soaking Megumi's base, your own thighs burning and glossed. There's cum from both Megumi and Yuji, thick stickiness that dribbles out and mixes obscenely on everybody's hot skin.
You’re still bouncing, grinding your clit furiously against your fingers until your muscles spasm through your entire body and you see stars. Poor, sensitive and pathetic Megumi almost appears to pass out when you cum around him, raking deep lines into your back where he hugs you tightly and gasps.
“That’s it, baby-“ you manage to choke out through your own orgasm, blindly shuddering and clenching. “That’s it, let it all out, be a good b-boy-“
Megumi shatters in a mess of tears and wispy cum when you say it like that, pumping so much into you it slips out of you in creamy, filthy rivulets. And then Yuji cums, somehow managing to tug you both forwards with his strong arms just barely wrapped around you.
It pushes you deeper on Megumi’s overstimulated cock and pushes Megumi deeper onto Yuji’s overstimulated cock, cum leaking from both of you now as Yuji firmly fills your boyfriend up with him still inside you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck,” Yuji gasps, “you’re both so hot, oh my goddd, fuck-“
You all lie like that in a tangled, sweaty, sticky mess for a good ten minutes as you regain something that feels close to consciousness. “Wow,” Yuji says first, his voice somehow hoarse and rejuvenated at the same time. “That was even better than the last time we did that. Wasn’t it?” He asks you excitedly.
You smile and press a tired, affectionate peck to his arm. “Mhm.”
And then you all softly roll over, Megumi still tightly pressed between you both. When Yuji pulls out with a soft 'schlick' noise, Megumi gasps softly against your tits at the sudden emptiness. “Shh, s’okay.” You kiss his forehead, still joined at the hips with him, and tuck him into your body more.
“Yu, do you wanna use our shower?” You ask casually, petting Megumi’s head to bring him back from that little space inside his head. “You can use all our stuff, knock yourself out.”
“Cool!” He grins, like he’s already eyeing up the vanilla-scented bodywash you told him about last month in his head. “Do you wanna watch a movie after? I could make popcorn for us all-“
“I’d love that.” You say happily, “go pick after your shower.”
When you and Megumi finally get into the bathroom after Yuji, it smells of vanilla (as to be expected) and there’s a soft cloud of steam hazing over you both. Shampoo foams on your hands as you work it into his scalp, white bubbles overtaking the dark spikes that still refuse to lie quite flat even under the spray. He returns the favour, warm water drifting down your hair as his pale fingers softly lather it against your head.
It’s an unspoken post-sex ritual between you, a way to ground yourselves. Even more so as Megumi (slightly limping and dazed) gets out of the shower, tugging a shirt and sweats on as you both walk into the living room to greet Yuji. You steal a handful of popcorn, and then the tv remote.
Somewhere during the film, Megumi drifts off asleep with his head on your thighs while Yuji takes it upon himself to quietly slip out, waving you an enthusiastic goodbye with wet hair and his skin smelling of your own bodywash.
The apartment smells of vanilla and popcorn and just a little of sex, but Megumi Fushiguro doesn’t think he’s ever slept better than curled up on your lap with your fingers combing through his hair.
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a/n: I’ve wanted to write a longer part two for sooo long, I hope I did it justice! :p
Summary ⟅ Jiung has been harbouring secret feelings for his best friend's girlfriend, but when Keeho catches him kissing you and is not angry, he's given a surprising offer.
Requested: anon
Bf!Keeho x reader x friend!Jiung / ⟣ SMUT / 6k ⟢
Warnings: poly, mfm, double penetration (dpv), slight mm, oral (f. rec), fingering, handjob (m. rec), kinda cheating but not really cause keeho knows, dirty talk!, praise, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart etc), slight degradation if you squint, squirting, soft dom!jiung, slight mean dom!Keeho, multiple orgasms, creampie, subspace
Lily's note — 🪷 okay tbh the plot of this is just cock i can't lie it was supposed to be softer but I got carried sway with keeho😭😭 so yes the plot gets lost and... that's okay. Also the warnings did change a bit from what I posted so... anyway lowkey a mid fic but keeung makes up for it
“Baby, wanna help me grab some drinks?”
You nod against where you're nuzzled into Keeho’s shoulder, letting him pull you up from the couch by the hand to lead you to the kitchen.
From where Jiung is sitting he can just barely see you two move around the small space to pour the drinks, and right as Jiung turns to shift his focus back to the crappy reality T.V. show they (Intak) put on, Keeho grips your waist and pulls you into his body.
He tries to look away, he even turns his head to face the TV, but his eyes stay glued to where yours and Keeho’s lips lock.
His mouth goes dry when your tongue darts out to lick into Keeho’s mouth, and when Keeho’s hands move from your waist, down your lower back, and over the swell of your ass to squeeze, he feels his soft cock tighten a bit in his pants. But most of all, he wishes that were him.
His gaze is ripped away when his body jerks into the armrest of the couch after Taeyang, who's sitting beside him, shoves him hard in the side. He whips around to fix him with a bewildered stare, but all Taeyang does is look from him, to the kitchen, then back to him with a stiff shake of his head. The message is clear: What the fuck are you doing?
His whole body burns with shame for being caught staring, and by Taeyang no less, who he’d reassured months ago that the “thing” he clearly has for you (after Taeyang caught him laughing a little too hard at one of your jokes) was nothing but a silly little crush, one he swore up and down he’d gotten over.
Well, he hasn't—clearly—if the way he awkwardly shifts and crosses his legs to conceal the growing tightness in his pants is anything to go by. He avoids Taeyang’s eye contact like the plague and swallows down the lump in his throat when he hears him scoff under his breath. A jolt of irritation flickers through him at Taeyang’s reaction. It’s not like he wants to like one of his best friends girlfriends. He hates it. He hates the pit of guilt in his stomach that grows whenever he’s around you and Keeho, forced to watch him be the one to touch you, to hold you, to make you laugh and smile when he wishes it was him instead. And it’s not like he even has any animosity towards his friend, no—he’s happy for him. He just wishes he could have gotten to you first.
He doesn't glance at you when you cross in front of him with the tray of drinks or when you sit down and throw your legs over Keeho’s lap. In fact, he doesn't look at you for the rest of the night, not until you're closing the door behind the four members that decide to call it an early night. He knows he should go too, but he selfishly stays back just to spend a bit more time with you without Taeyang shooting lasers into his skull.
You twist back around and throw him a smile that he almost audibly awes at, pausing to ask him where Keeho went.
“He said he had to take a call.”
You nod and saunter over to plant yourself right beside him on the couch. He tenses when your knee brushes his thigh and attempts to inch it away without you noticing. Your perfume floods his senses and is close to infiltrating his self control, until he reels himself back in and immediately regrets his decision to stay.
“I’ll head out too, let you two have your—” his attempts at getting up falter when your hand splays across his chest, pushing him down against the back of the couch.
“Stay.”
Your hand smoothes all the way down his torso to settle on his thigh. He stares at it, his breaths turning shallow when you lightly squeeze the hard muscle there. His eyelids flutter at the contact, your warmth seeping through the denim so close to his—
He clears his throat and snaps back to reality. “R-Really, I should go.”
You push your elbow onto the backrest of the couch to lean further into him, your chest nearly grazing his shoulder.
“Why are you so eager to leave?” Your breath fans against his ear as you speak. “I barely got to talk to you tonight with everyone here.”
Jiung doesn't know what the fuck is going, all he can focus on is your hand climbing higher and higher on his thigh and the voice in his head screaming at him to push you away. He can't muster up the strength to, so he resorts to saying, “W-Well Keeho was hogging you the whole time,” with hopes that you’ll remember your boyfriend and retract your hand.
You don't, you only smile at him all smug and knowing and something about it makes him feel like he’s fallen into a trap.
“Oh, how selfish of him to keep me all to himself.”
His heart thuds harder at your condescending tone, his stomach clenching with a sharp jolt when your hand brushes over his bulge.
When his breath hitches you apply more pressure, pressing down onto his boner, whispering against where your lips are now hovering over his neck, “Good thing he’s not here right now.”
You press a chaste kiss right over the prominent vein pushing through his skin, waiting to see if he’ll push you off and when he doesn't, you part your lips and dart your tongue out to flick over his salty skin, trailing wet kisses upward.
He shudders out a gasp when your hand begins to knead his hard cock through his pants. The pressure mixes with the sensitivity on his neck to dismiss almost all rationale from his brain, and with the miniscule amount remaining, he weakly protests your touch. “We s-shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right in the other—”
A whimper filters out from him when you nibble at his earlobe and tug it between your teeth. You hum for him to continue but all he does is drop his head back into the couch, the last of his defenses crumbling. “Oh, god…”
Adrenaline courses through you at how quickly he loses all inhibition from just a few light touches. There was also something undeniably exciting about knowing how little he tried to fight back despite there being a big possibility he’d get caught kissing his best friend's girlfriend that sets your senses on fire.
With two fingers at his chin, you turn his head so you can take in the guilty look of bliss on his face before you lay your lips over his. Soft and warm, they part instinctively for you and you take his bottom one between yours, sucking it into your mouth to draw out a broken sigh.
You throw a leg over his lap to straddle his waist, his hands hesitantly raising to rest over your thighs while your own press against his lower stomach, bunching his shirt into your palm while you slide your hands up.
Your weight settling over his lap is almost enough to rid him of the thought of Keeho entirely; morals be damned. You felt way too good, especially when you arched into him, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly across his boner.
Your hand cradles the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair—his lips unmoving against where yours are still kissing him.
A crease forms between his brows when he realizes both your hands have disappeared under his shirt to run over the lean muscle of his torso, which means—
Jiung’s eyes fly open. He wrenches his mouth away from yours and twists his head back as far as he can to see Keeho peering down at him from his spot behind the couch, his expression unreadable. He shoves you off of him as fast as he can, wincing when he hears you land with a muffled, “Mngph!” and darts off the couch.
“Keeho! I’m—I’m so sorry! I didn’t—she—I’m sorry!” he stumbles over his words to form an adequate enough apology. “Please, I’ll do anything just don’t be…” His words falter when Keeho breaks out into a smile.
“Relax, Jiung,” Keeho says, his voice calm as he rounds the couch to sit on its arm beside where you pull yourself back into a sitting position. “It’s okay.”
Jiung’s cheeks flame at the way you both look at him, not a hint of shock or anger present in either one of you. If anything, your gazes are heated and he watches Keeho press a delicate kiss to your forehead before turning back to face him.
“How… how can it be okay?” Jiung whispers, eyes darting between you. “I just betrayed you—”
Keeho cuts him off with a mischievous, crooked smile that does little to soften the shock from his next words.
“We know you like her.”
He freezes in place, his mind racing a mile a minute. “What?”
“We know you have a thing for her. We’ve known for a while, actually.”
Jiung’s embarrassment momentarily eclipses at the understanding in Keeho’s voice, more confused than ever. “And you’re not… angry?”
His eyes dart to you when you stand and approach him. He watches your movements carefully, looking back nervously to see Keeho’s reaction when you reach out to grasp his hands in yours. All Keeho does is lean forward to rest his elbows on his knees, staring at him intently but still, with no anger.
“Why would we be angry?” You ask. “You can’t help your feelings. It doesn’t have to be an issue.”
Jiung stares, completely taken aback and at a loss for what is happening. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what’s going on.”
He lets you tug him slowly back to the couch where Keeho rises to stand.
Keeho wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, both your hands still intertwined with Jiung’s, as he speaks, “We were thinking… It can be more for you… if you want.”
The implication hung in the air, tantalizingly alluring. His tense muscles relax a fraction now that he's sure that Keeho isn't upset, but he's still as confused as ever at whatever is being offered to him.
“More?” He repeats for clarification.
“I’m just going to be blunt, she wants you to fuck her—”
“Keeho!” You cut him off with a shove that has him falling back to the couch with an unrestrained laugh. Jiung is pleased to see the flush that blooms on your cheeks at the exposure of your own little secret; his cock gives a needy jerk in his pants.
You turn back to him with a bashfulness that is too cute for what the situation calls for. “I’d be lying if I said I haven't thought about you in that way, and I thought it could be fun…? If you're down, of course.”
It all sounds a little too good to be true. The fantasy of you he’d guilty used to pleasure himself for months being presented to him on a silver platter; it made the heat in his gut flare into an eager burn. But there was one last thing he couldn't wrap his mind around.
“And what's in it for you?” He asks, nodding in Keeho’s direction.
Keeho leans back on the couch with his hands behind his head, bucking his hips slightly to get comfortable, grinning up at his friend. “I get to see my girl pleased and happy.”
You scoff at him. “Don’t act like you don't want this too.”
Keeho shrugs his shoulders, not disagreeing, and lets the silence settle around you. You wait for Jiung to come to his final decision. He doesn’t trust his voice to speak, so he nods once and you exhale a happy, excited sigh.
He clears his throat and asks, “So how does this work?”
He stares blankly as you and Keeho exchange knowing glances, and Keeho jumps back up from the couch to settle behind you again, his front pressed to your back. Your eyes flutter shut when he snakes a large hand around your body, so low on your belly that his fingers graze where you need him most, and he pushes you back to grind his erection into your ass.
You disconnect one of your hands from Jiung’s to reach behind and wrap around his head, pulling his face into the crook of your neck. He makes sure that Jiung is watching while he peppers wet open-mouth kisses on your skin until you're panting and your head falls back on his shoulder.
Jiung watches on, entranced by your needy little sounds and the responsiveness of your body to Keeho's.
“First of all, she likes to be taken care of,” Keeho says, drawing Jiung’s attention back to him. “You’re gonna help me take care of her, right Jiung?”
He nods and swallows down the flood of saliva in his mouth when he feels you give the hand you're still holding a squeeze before tugging him forward until his feet brush yours.
“You can be a little rough with her, but not too much. She’s sensitive. She also likes being told what to do, don’t you baby?” Keeho asks and you nod obediently. “Good girl. Why don’t you unzip his pants and feel him up a bit? Gotta make sure he’s as hard as possible for later.”
For later? The mystery of what is to come sends a wave of heat rushing through Jiung’s body. You release his hand, your fingers deftly flying to undo the button of his jeans and drag his zipper down.
The outline of him is visible, pressing through the fabric of his underwear. You slip your hand beneath the waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cockhead. He jerks at the contact, his hips bucking into your grip as you slowly stroke him.
“See how worked up he is already?” Keeho murmurs into your ear. “All that time watching us… he’s been waiting for this.”
He couldn’t even deny it now that he knew how obvious he was being. He could only indulge in your soft hand pumping him just right.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his eyes screwing shut for a moment before he forces them open when Keeho’s fingers grip his jaw.
“She also loves being kissed. Don’t forget, or she gets whiney.”
Keeho guides Jiung’s jaw forward until his lips meet yours again. He kisses you deeply now without the previous shock and hesitation, tasting the sweet lemonade you were drinking earlier.
He pulls his hand back when Jiung cradles your face in his hands, your own slightly picking up speed in response.
Keeho’s hands return to your waist, slipping beneath your shirt and inching up until they graze over your nipples. He circles the sensitive flesh with a featherlight touch until they stiffen into peaks. He takes each between two fingers, twisting and pulling until you’re a moaning mess. His hands fall back to the hem of your shirt and he tugs it up, separating the kiss, to undress you.
Jiung’s eyes blaze at how ruined you already look, your lips swollen and your eyes half lidded and hazy.
Keeho’s hands return to cup your tits, squeezing and rubbing over the already sensitive pebbled skin. You whimper and lean back further against him, your hand going slack against Jiung’s cock.
“See? I told you she’s sensitive,” Keeho chuckles, “One time I made her come just from playing with her tits—”
You whine and push your ass back roughly against him, your lips curling into a frown.
“You’re embarrassed? You don’t want Jiungie knowing how easy you are, baby?” Keeho doubles down, forcing your writhing body to still in his grasp.
“Kyo please just—” you choke out a gasp when his fingers pinch your nipples. You clamp your thighs shut, trying to satiate the aching throb that has been building. “P-Please…”
“Please? Please what? You want us to fuck you already?”
You whimper through a nod and Jiung watches the exchange with wide, blown out eyes, his cock steadily throbbing where your hand was still gripping him.
“Why don’t you tell him how you want us to fuck you, hmm? Why you are so eager to have him join us?”
Keeho’s hands finally cease their torture and slide down to your hips, giving you the chance to speak. You look at Jiung who’s waiting headily for your response. As if remembering where your hand was, you resume your slow, careful strokes as you muster up the courage to speak.
“I… want your cocks,” you say, averting your gaze down to where you’re stroking him to avoid his eye contact. You feel suddenly timid under his watchful, heated stare, the questions too daunting to outright ask. But as usual, Keeho is there to force it out of you.
“C’mon princess. Tell him what you really want. Don’t be shy now.”
You huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes glazing over as the words come out shaky and unsure. “Want both your cocks in me together.”
Jiung ruts into your loose grip at the thought of both him and Keeho buried inside of you, filling you completely. A raw, primal want floods through him that sends his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Fuck, really?” he manages to choke out.
You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep, telling crimson. Keeho smiles against your neck, grazing it with his teeth before biting down playfully.
“That’s what she wants, Jiung. Double the fun. She wants her cunt stuffed with cock so, what do you say? You agree?”
With your hand stroking him so deliciously, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard and utters the word you’ve been waiting for, “Yes.”
Keeho smiles at him with satisfaction, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “Pull him out sweetheart.”
You follow his command and tug Jiung’s aching cock out of his pants, watching with hungry eyes as it hangs out of the fabric, long and curved slightly, flushed a bright, angry red at the tip. Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp at how pretty he is. Behind you, Keeho’s hips buck into you.
“I told you he’d be the right size.”
Jiung’s head sways, dizzy at the prospect that you two have already consulted over whether or not his dick was the right match for your freaky escapades. He shoots Keeho a questioning glance but Keeho only shrugs.
“We’ve all seen each other naked before. Did you expect me not to remember the size of your dick?” Keeho shoots back. He chuckles against your shoulder when Jiung’s lip curls at him, and he quickly adds on, “If I remember correctly, you were watching both of us make out in that kitchen, or am I wrong?”
His cock pulses at the memory of Keeho’s big hands gripping you and his mouth parting to accept your tongue. A part of him wonders why he’s never felt any jealousy towards Keeho. Now, the answer is clear, but his ego is too big to admit it.
Keeho gives him an annoyingly smug wink, his hands curling into your bottoms to inch them and your panties down your thighs. “We have to prep her first. Gotta stretch her out enough to take both of us.”
He sits you down on the couch and beckons Jiung forward to get a better view of him pulling them fully down your legs. He gently parts your thighs until they’re spread open wide, your weeping cunt on full view.
Jiung gawks at the amount of arousal that coats your heat, watching as a heavy bead of your slick gathers and drips onto the couch beneath you. Your clit peaks out from its hood, hard and pulsing, desperate for attention. He reaches down to grip himself at the base, squeezing hard then stroking to satisfy the pleasure coiling in his stomach.
Keeho’s finger prods through your folds, tracing a lazy path through your slit to collect your wetness and spreading it over your clit. You whimper, your legs attempting to clench shut, but he holds them open with his other hand, his fingers digging roughly into your thigh.
“Look at her,” Keeho murmurs, also taken by how pretty your dripping cunt looks, never tiring of seeing how wet you get. He inches his finger down to rub at your hole, circling his finger until he presses in, breaching the tough muscle that pushes against him. “So perfect and so fucking tight. I don’t know how she’s gonna take both of our cocks. Can barely take me alone, but we’ll make it work, right darling? Your greedy cunt is gonna take two cocks?”
You don’t hear any words, all you can focus on is his finger curling deep to press against that spongy spot in you, your eyes rolling back at the shock of pleasure.
Your cunt clenches when Keeho withdraws his finger, offering it up in Jiung’s direction. “Wanna taste?”
He doesn't think twice before he sinks to his knees between where you both are sitting on the couch, his stare fixing on the glistening essence coating Keeho’s finger. He grabs Keeho’s wrist and takes the soaked digit into his mouth, his lips closing to fully taste your sweet and musky flavor. He sucks slowly, his tongue swirling, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste.
He misses the look of astonishment that you and Keeho share. When he’s lapped up every last bit of you, he pulls off with a soft pop.
Keeho chuckles darkly at him, “I meant you can eat her out, but that works too.”
The blush that had just left him returns, deeper than before. He shoots Keeho a glare, his jaw tightening. “You’re such an asshole,” he mutters.
“You guys love me.” Keeho stands over you both to work open his belt, and gestures to Jiung. “Go ahead, open her up. I always have to prep her to take me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands grip your thighs and he leans forward with a gentle sweep of his tongue through your folds that has you gasping, your fingers threading through his hair to push him harder against you. The taste of you combined with the way your hips tilt up to meet him unleashes something in him.
He moans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit with a growing confidence before dipping lower to tease your entrance. He drinks you in and you give an experimental grind over his tongue that has his nose bumping pleasantly against your bundle of nerves.
You squeeze your nipple with your free hand, your gaze falling on Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold, now bare of any clothes and pumping his cock from base to tip.
“Slip a few fingers in, Jiung,” he instructs, “Stretch her open.”
Jiung doubles his efforts, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently between the flick of his tongue around the sensitive nub. He pushes two fingers against your entrance until they slip inside, curling and scissoring them to loosen you up. Your back arches, a sweet little cry slipping through your lips when he pulls his fingers out just to plunge right back in. The pleasure builds, the muscles in your belly tightening as you teeter on the edge.
Jiung boldly adds a third finger even as he struggles to pump them all into you, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream while you convulse over him, your vision blanking into a bright, white light for a moment.
He pulls off while you slump against the couch, still shuddering through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Keeho moves to stand beside him, and when Jiung looks up, his jaw goes slack at how big Keeho is, his hand barely able to curl around his girth. He turns back to your fluttering pussy, questioning exactly how they were both going to fit in you.
“Think she’s ready for me?” Keeho asks, his voice raspy and low.
The question isn't directed towards you, but you feel the need to reassure them that you’re still eager to take them. “I am,” you slur, your head lolling back against the cushion.
Keeho grins affectionately at you. “That’s my girl.” He moves to sit beside you on the couch, pulling you into a deep, healing kiss before he gently maneuvers you over his lap. He settles your back against his chest and rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his hand patting your hip. “I know you’re tired, but I need to slip it in.”
With a weak, shuddering breath, you raise yourself up, wrapping one arm around his shoulder for support while Keeho guides himself to your soaked entrance. The broad head of his cock nudges against you.
“Easy now,” he coo’s, helping you sink down.
A desperate, filthy noise escapes you when he fills you, his thickness stretching you wider. There was little resistance thanks to the obscene amount of wetness coating your folds, and how Jiung worked you open. When you’re finally seated fully on him, your bodies flush, Keeho groans and bites into your shoulder. “Fuck, don’t even need lube, do you, princess? You’re so fucking wet.”
Jiung watches, mesmerized, as Keeho begins to move slowly, his hips rolling upward into you. Jiung quickly rids himself of the remainder of his clothes, his own cock aching and neglected watching Keeho fuck you.
Sensing his need, Keeho’s gaze snaps up to him. “Come here,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.”
Jiung eagerly moves forward, fitting himself between Keeho’s parted legs. He braces a knee on the couch, his heart racing excitedly when you reach out to lay a hand on his chest. Keeho stills his movements and nods at him, his own control fraying when you squeeze around his cock.
“Okay, Jiung, go slow. Real slow. We’re gonna fill her up together.”
Jiung nods and lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock to nudge against your swollen folds. He presses down against Keeho’s cock, his lips parting in a breathy whine at the contact, Keeho’s velvety cock soft and smooth against his own. He tries to inch in, the first attempt unsuccessful as his cock slips to glide against your pulsing clit, leaving you writhing.
Keeho grips your hips tight in his hands. “Stay still, baby. Just breathe through it… Come on, let Jiung’s cock in.”
“Wait,” Jiung interjects, his voice strained. “Just let me…”
His fingers slide along Keeho’s cock to your entrance, pressing to enter in alongside him. You whimper at the precise pressure from his fingertips against your walls.
“You’re doing so good,” Jiung whispers, rubbing his free hand over your belly to soothe the stretch. He speaks softer than Keeho, approaching you with care in comparison to his friend's rougher demeanor.
Your nails dig into his chest when slides in another finger that you suck in easily, curling and scissoring you just like before until he’s knuckle deep. He listens to your punched-out whines as your body yields to the stretch.
Jiung glances up to find your eyes soaked with tears, your cheeks flushed red. His heart squeezes at how fucked out you look and he slips his fingers out to see the ruined look intensify. He grips his cock harder and presses himself back to where Keeho’s disappearing in you. He pushes his hips forward, and the three of you cry out in tandem when he breaches your hole, the tip slipping in.
“F-Full—” you manage to croak out at the painful stretch. “‘S too m-much.”
“You’re gonna take it,” Keeho soothes, kissing your shoulder. “This is what you wanted. So be a good girl and take it.”
You whimper at his harsh words and nod, giving Jiung the green light to sink further into you. He does, sliding in deeper until only half of his cock is left, a groan ripping through him at the crushing tightness. He could feel Keeho, hot and throbbing, right alongside him, your gummy walls straining around both cocks. The sensation was mind-bending.
“Oh my fucking god,” Keeho mewls, “You’re stretched so wide. Doing so good, taking us in your tight, pretty cunt.”
Jiung slips his hands under the back of your knees, pressing your thighs against your chest to fold you in half. With one last, careful push, he slides in as deep as he can go, only an inch left not pushed in you. You sob openly, a raw broken sound at the overwhelming sensation of your pussy stretched to its absolute limit.
For a moment, no one moves to give you time to adjust, the three of you breathless. Keeho’s forehead rests on your neck while Jiung’s breaths come in ragged pants. You are barely conscious, your body impaled on them the only thing tethering you to earth.
Keeho was the first to stir, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “How is it, baby? You’re stuffed with cock, just like you wanted,” He mumbles, his voice thick with awe and lust. “Is it everything you were hoping for?”
Jiung’s hands tremble where he holds your legs, struggling to remain still in the suffocating, divine heat when your walls never cease their fluttering around them, a desperate, rhythmic clench that threatens to undo him completely.
“C-Can’t…move,” you slur, words coming out jumbled. “So f-full.”
“It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to do anything,” Keeho reassures, his hips giving the tiniest rock that makes Jiung bite his lip at the exquisite drag. “Just take it for us, all you have to do is take it.”
You cry out when Keeho gives a sharper thrust, a fresh wave of pleasure filtering through the pain. Jiung finds his voice, his gaze locking onto the filthy sight of you folded open so vulnerably and stuffed full. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “So perfect.”
Keeho draws back an inch, then pushes forward again, his movements forcing Jiung’s cock to shift inside you as well. Jiung mirrors Keeho’s action, pulling out when he’s situated back in, taking turns fucking into you.
“Oh, fuck,” Jiung groans, his head dropping forward. The friction was unlike anything he’s ever felt.
“That’s it,” Keeho praises, sliding a hand to wrap around your throat from behind. “Just like that, your greedy cunt is swallowing us so good.”
Your eyes, barely open, drop down to watch them thrust into you, their movements shallow with barely any room to move. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, your body alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. You could feel the coil tightening quick again in your stomach, your climax building fast.
You words dissolve into meaningless sounds, all you could manage was a stream of broken babbles. “Ah—ngh—gonna c-come…”
Keeho’s hand tightens around your throat. “We’re fucking you stupid, huh? Can’t even form a thought.”
Jiung’s hips falter at the tears streaming down your face, your jaw slack and open, his cock swelling from the sight alone as Keeho continues, his thrusts growing harder. He feels the overwhelming need to kiss you, remembering Keeho’s earlier advice. He leans forward and slots his lips between yours, kissing you even as your mouth falls open in a shaky moan.
All at once, the coil snaps. You keen as your back arches away from Keeho’s hold, your toes curling at the white-hot current that short-circuits any remaining thought.
The intense, clenching pressure was enough to force Jiung’s own orgasm out of him, his movements stilling completely with Keeho’s cock rubbing against him, coaxing his own to empty deep inside you in hot, endless spurts.
“F-fuck Keeho!” Jiung gasps, his body shaking when Keeho starts hammering into you, his thrust turning brutal and short, chasing his own high, still milking the remainder of Jiung’s cum out of him.
You were overstimulated beyond belief, trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks continue to ripple through you. Just as you think the orgasm finally subsides, a new, sharper wave begins to build, your body bowing in sharp twitches. Your oversensitive nerves scream for relief.
Jiung buckles forward at the new tremor of your cunt. “S-shit Keeho… she’s gonna…” he trails off, clenching his eyes shut.
“Not done yet, are you, princess? Want to give me one more?” His hand slides from where it was gripping your belly to find your swollen clit. He presses hard against it and you jolt with a wanton gasp.
“Ah! Kyo, no—please, no more—”
“Shh,” he soothes, his touch relentless, circling the throbbing bud with firm pressure. “One more and that’s it, you can do it baby. Do it for us.”
Your vision spots, your mind goes fuzzy, and when Keeho pinches your clit, your third orgasm hits with a violent rupture. Your body convulses, a hot gush of release soaking Keeho’s hand and their bodies beneath you.
Jiung marvels at the sight of you squirting, his softening cock throbbing at the sight.
It’s exactly what Keeho needs to bring his own release. With a guttural roar, he slams his hips up into you one final time, his body stiffening as his cum mixes with yours and Jiung’s to coat your walls.
No one dares to move. Keeho stays in deep, Jiung nestling against him, both of them still partially hard inside you as the last of Keeho’s tremors subside. Jiung is the first to pull out, slow and careful, feeling the tight drag as he withdraws, slipping free with a wet squelch. He kneels back, his dazed eyes watching the thick flow of cum seep from your stretched hole.
You sob at the hollowness and loss of their combined fullness.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jiung whispers, his voice hoarse. He moves forward, his hands gentle on your hips. Keeho, understanding, gives a final, tender kiss to your shoulder before relaxing his hold and helping Jiung to ease you off of his softening cock.
The moment his tip slips out, the remainder of your releases floods out, dripping down over Keeho’s stomach.
They lay you down on the cushions, your body completely boneless, a trembling, oversensitive mess. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to come to terms with the emptiness and the faint soreness that was already settling in your muscles.
Keeho leans forward to press a kiss into your hair while Jiung rubs soothing circles into your thigh.
They stare at the breathtaking sight of your pussy slightly gaping, swollen and glistening, painted with streaks of white fluid.
“Fuck…” Jiung breaths, his strokes turning worshipful on your thigh.
Keeho’s gaze drips down, and he lets out a soft, incredulous scoff. “Jiung, what the fuck? How are you still hard?”
Jiung blinks stupidly and looks down, his cheeks heating at the sight of his cock still half-hard, stirred back to life by your wrecked state.
You hear the words, “Still hard,” and your heavy-lidded eyes shift, a spark of interest lighting in their hazy depths. “Hmm?” you slur, turning your head towards Jiung.
Jiung’s eyes widen in panic, disbelief clouding his features at how you still are interested in taking more even after being fucked into oblivion.
Keeho bursts out laughing and leans in to capture your lips in a messy, languid kiss. When he pulls back, he’s still grinning. “I think you’re done for tonight baby. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.”
You pout, the expression adorable on your wrecked face. Ignoring Keeho, you turn to press a sleepy kiss to Jiung’s lips, nuzzling into him when his arms wrap around your frame protectively.
Keeho watches the two of you, smiling fondly and content. He lets out a long, happy sigh and stretches back on the couch, fixing Jiung with a satisfied smile. “What did I tell you? Double the fun.”
Summary ⟅ Jiung has been harbouring secret feelings for his best friend's girlfriend, but when Keeho catches him kissing you and is not angry, he's given a surprising offer.
Requested: anon
Bf!Keeho x reader x friend!Jiung / ⟣ SMUT / 6k ⟢
Warnings: poly, mfm, double penetration (dpv), slight mm, oral (f. rec), fingering, handjob (m. rec), kinda cheating but not really cause keeho knows, dirty talk!, praise, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart etc), slight degradation if you squint, squirting, soft dom!jiung, slight mean dom!Keeho, multiple orgasms, creampie, subspace
Lily's note — 🪷 okay tbh the plot of this is just cock i can't lie it was supposed to be softer but I got carried sway with keeho😭😭 so yes the plot gets lost and... that's okay. Also the warnings did change a bit from what I posted so... anyway lowkey a mid fic but keeung makes up for it
“Baby, wanna help me grab some drinks?”
You nod against where you're nuzzled into Keeho’s shoulder, letting him pull you up from the couch by the hand to lead you to the kitchen.
From where Jiung is sitting he can just barely see you two move around the small space to pour the drinks, and right as Jiung turns to shift his focus back to the crappy reality T.V. show they (Intak) put on, Keeho grips your waist and pulls you into his body.
He tries to look away, he even turns his head to face the TV, but his eyes stay glued to where yours and Keeho’s lips lock.
His mouth goes dry when your tongue darts out to lick into Keeho’s mouth, and when Keeho’s hands move from your waist, down your lower back, and over the swell of your ass to squeeze, he feels his soft cock tighten a bit in his pants. But most of all, he wishes that were him.
His gaze is ripped away when his body jerks into the armrest of the couch after Taeyang, who's sitting beside him, shoves him hard in the side. He whips around to fix him with a bewildered stare, but all Taeyang does is look from him, to the kitchen, then back to him with a stiff shake of his head. The message is clear: What the fuck are you doing?
His whole body burns with shame for being caught staring, and by Taeyang no less, who he’d reassured months ago that the “thing” he clearly has for you (after Taeyang caught him laughing a little too hard at one of your jokes) was nothing but a silly little crush, one he swore up and down he’d gotten over.
Well, he hasn't—clearly—if the way he awkwardly shifts and crosses his legs to conceal the growing tightness in his pants is anything to go by. He avoids Taeyang’s eye contact like the plague and swallows down the lump in his throat when he hears him scoff under his breath. A jolt of irritation flickers through him at Taeyang’s reaction. It’s not like he wants to like one of his best friends girlfriends. He hates it. He hates the pit of guilt in his stomach that grows whenever he’s around you and Keeho, forced to watch him be the one to touch you, to hold you, to make you laugh and smile when he wishes it was him instead. And it’s not like he even has any animosity towards his friend, no—he’s happy for him. He just wishes he could have gotten to you first.
He doesn't glance at you when you cross in front of him with the tray of drinks or when you sit down and throw your legs over Keeho’s lap. In fact, he doesn't look at you for the rest of the night, not until you're closing the door behind the four members that decide to call it an early night. He knows he should go too, but he selfishly stays back just to spend a bit more time with you without Taeyang shooting lasers into his skull.
You twist back around and throw him a smile that he almost audibly awes at, pausing to ask him where Keeho went.
“He said he had to take a call.”
You nod and saunter over to plant yourself right beside him on the couch. He tenses when your knee brushes his thigh and attempts to inch it away without you noticing. Your perfume floods his senses and is close to infiltrating his self control, until he reels himself back in and immediately regrets his decision to stay.
“I’ll head out too, let you two have your—” his attempts at getting up falter when your hand splays across his chest, pushing him down against the back of the couch.
“Stay.”
Your hand smoothes all the way down his torso to settle on his thigh. He stares at it, his breaths turning shallow when you lightly squeeze the hard muscle there. His eyelids flutter at the contact, your warmth seeping through the denim so close to his—
He clears his throat and snaps back to reality. “R-Really, I should go.”
You push your elbow onto the backrest of the couch to lean further into him, your chest nearly grazing his shoulder.
“Why are you so eager to leave?” Your breath fans against his ear as you speak. “I barely got to talk to you tonight with everyone here.”
Jiung doesn't know what the fuck is going, all he can focus on is your hand climbing higher and higher on his thigh and the voice in his head screaming at him to push you away. He can't muster up the strength to, so he resorts to saying, “W-Well Keeho was hogging you the whole time,” with hopes that you’ll remember your boyfriend and retract your hand.
You don't, you only smile at him all smug and knowing and something about it makes him feel like he’s fallen into a trap.
“Oh, how selfish of him to keep me all to himself.”
His heart thuds harder at your condescending tone, his stomach clenching with a sharp jolt when your hand brushes over his bulge.
When his breath hitches you apply more pressure, pressing down onto his boner, whispering against where your lips are now hovering over his neck, “Good thing he’s not here right now.”
You press a chaste kiss right over the prominent vein pushing through his skin, waiting to see if he’ll push you off and when he doesn't, you part your lips and dart your tongue out to flick over his salty skin, trailing wet kisses upward.
He shudders out a gasp when your hand begins to knead his hard cock through his pants. The pressure mixes with the sensitivity on his neck to dismiss almost all rationale from his brain, and with the miniscule amount remaining, he weakly protests your touch. “We s-shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right in the other—”
A whimper filters out from him when you nibble at his earlobe and tug it between your teeth. You hum for him to continue but all he does is drop his head back into the couch, the last of his defenses crumbling. “Oh, god…”
Adrenaline courses through you at how quickly he loses all inhibition from just a few light touches. There was also something undeniably exciting about knowing how little he tried to fight back despite there being a big possibility he’d get caught kissing his best friend's girlfriend that sets your senses on fire.
With two fingers at his chin, you turn his head so you can take in the guilty look of bliss on his face before you lay your lips over his. Soft and warm, they part instinctively for you and you take his bottom one between yours, sucking it into your mouth to draw out a broken sigh.
You throw a leg over his lap to straddle his waist, his hands hesitantly raising to rest over your thighs while your own press against his lower stomach, bunching his shirt into your palm while you slide your hands up.
Your weight settling over his lap is almost enough to rid him of the thought of Keeho entirely; morals be damned. You felt way too good, especially when you arched into him, your clothed cunt dragging teasingly across his boner.
Your hand cradles the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair—his lips unmoving against where yours are still kissing him.
A crease forms between his brows when he realizes both your hands have disappeared under his shirt to run over the lean muscle of his torso, which means—
Jiung’s eyes fly open. He wrenches his mouth away from yours and twists his head back as far as he can to see Keeho peering down at him from his spot behind the couch, his expression unreadable. He shoves you off of him as fast as he can, wincing when he hears you land with a muffled, “Mngph!” and darts off the couch.
“Keeho! I’m—I’m so sorry! I didn’t—she—I’m sorry!” he stumbles over his words to form an adequate enough apology. “Please, I’ll do anything just don’t be…” His words falter when Keeho breaks out into a smile.
“Relax, Jiung,” Keeho says, his voice calm as he rounds the couch to sit on its arm beside where you pull yourself back into a sitting position. “It’s okay.”
Jiung’s cheeks flame at the way you both look at him, not a hint of shock or anger present in either one of you. If anything, your gazes are heated and he watches Keeho press a delicate kiss to your forehead before turning back to face him.
“How… how can it be okay?” Jiung whispers, eyes darting between you. “I just betrayed you—”
Keeho cuts him off with a mischievous, crooked smile that does little to soften the shock from his next words.
“We know you like her.”
He freezes in place, his mind racing a mile a minute. “What?”
“We know you have a thing for her. We’ve known for a while, actually.”
Jiung’s embarrassment momentarily eclipses at the understanding in Keeho’s voice, more confused than ever. “And you’re not… angry?”
His eyes dart to you when you stand and approach him. He watches your movements carefully, looking back nervously to see Keeho’s reaction when you reach out to grasp his hands in yours. All Keeho does is lean forward to rest his elbows on his knees, staring at him intently but still, with no anger.
“Why would we be angry?” You ask. “You can’t help your feelings. It doesn’t have to be an issue.”
Jiung stares, completely taken aback and at a loss for what is happening. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what’s going on.”
He lets you tug him slowly back to the couch where Keeho rises to stand.
Keeho wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, both your hands still intertwined with Jiung’s, as he speaks, “We were thinking… It can be more for you… if you want.”
The implication hung in the air, tantalizingly alluring. His tense muscles relax a fraction now that he's sure that Keeho isn't upset, but he's still as confused as ever at whatever is being offered to him.
“More?” He repeats for clarification.
“I’m just going to be blunt, she wants you to fuck her—”
“Keeho!” You cut him off with a shove that has him falling back to the couch with an unrestrained laugh. Jiung is pleased to see the flush that blooms on your cheeks at the exposure of your own little secret; his cock gives a needy jerk in his pants.
You turn back to him with a bashfulness that is too cute for what the situation calls for. “I’d be lying if I said I haven't thought about you in that way, and I thought it could be fun…? If you're down, of course.”
It all sounds a little too good to be true. The fantasy of you he’d guilty used to pleasure himself for months being presented to him on a silver platter; it made the heat in his gut flare into an eager burn. But there was one last thing he couldn't wrap his mind around.
“And what's in it for you?” He asks, nodding in Keeho’s direction.
Keeho leans back on the couch with his hands behind his head, bucking his hips slightly to get comfortable, grinning up at his friend. “I get to see my girl pleased and happy.”
You scoff at him. “Don’t act like you don't want this too.”
Keeho shrugs his shoulders, not disagreeing, and lets the silence settle around you. You wait for Jiung to come to his final decision. He doesn’t trust his voice to speak, so he nods once and you exhale a happy, excited sigh.
He clears his throat and asks, “So how does this work?”
He stares blankly as you and Keeho exchange knowing glances, and Keeho jumps back up from the couch to settle behind you again, his front pressed to your back. Your eyes flutter shut when he snakes a large hand around your body, so low on your belly that his fingers graze where you need him most, and he pushes you back to grind his erection into your ass.
You disconnect one of your hands from Jiung’s to reach behind and wrap around his head, pulling his face into the crook of your neck. He makes sure that Jiung is watching while he peppers wet open-mouth kisses on your skin until you're panting and your head falls back on his shoulder.
Jiung watches on, entranced by your needy little sounds and the responsiveness of your body to Keeho's.
“First of all, she likes to be taken care of,” Keeho says, drawing Jiung’s attention back to him. “You’re gonna help me take care of her, right Jiung?”
He nods and swallows down the flood of saliva in his mouth when he feels you give the hand you're still holding a squeeze before tugging him forward until his feet brush yours.
“You can be a little rough with her, but not too much. She’s sensitive. She also likes being told what to do, don’t you baby?” Keeho asks and you nod obediently. “Good girl. Why don’t you unzip his pants and feel him up a bit? Gotta make sure he’s as hard as possible for later.”
For later? The mystery of what is to come sends a wave of heat rushing through Jiung’s body. You release his hand, your fingers deftly flying to undo the button of his jeans and drag his zipper down.
The outline of him is visible, pressing through the fabric of his underwear. You slip your hand beneath the waistband, wrapping your fingers around his cockhead. He jerks at the contact, his hips bucking into your grip as you slowly stroke him.
“See how worked up he is already?” Keeho murmurs into your ear. “All that time watching us… he’s been waiting for this.”
He couldn’t even deny it now that he knew how obvious he was being. He could only indulge in your soft hand pumping him just right.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his eyes screwing shut for a moment before he forces them open when Keeho’s fingers grip his jaw.
“She also loves being kissed. Don’t forget, or she gets whiney.”
Keeho guides Jiung’s jaw forward until his lips meet yours again. He kisses you deeply now without the previous shock and hesitation, tasting the sweet lemonade you were drinking earlier.
He pulls his hand back when Jiung cradles your face in his hands, your own slightly picking up speed in response.
Keeho’s hands return to your waist, slipping beneath your shirt and inching up until they graze over your nipples. He circles the sensitive flesh with a featherlight touch until they stiffen into peaks. He takes each between two fingers, twisting and pulling until you’re a moaning mess. His hands fall back to the hem of your shirt and he tugs it up, separating the kiss, to undress you.
Jiung’s eyes blaze at how ruined you already look, your lips swollen and your eyes half lidded and hazy.
Keeho’s hands return to cup your tits, squeezing and rubbing over the already sensitive pebbled skin. You whimper and lean back further against him, your hand going slack against Jiung’s cock.
“See? I told you she’s sensitive,” Keeho chuckles, “One time I made her come just from playing with her tits—”
You whine and push your ass back roughly against him, your lips curling into a frown.
“You’re embarrassed? You don’t want Jiungie knowing how easy you are, baby?” Keeho doubles down, forcing your writhing body to still in his grasp.
“Kyo please just—” you choke out a gasp when his fingers pinch your nipples. You clamp your thighs shut, trying to satiate the aching throb that has been building. “P-Please…”
“Please? Please what? You want us to fuck you already?”
You whimper through a nod and Jiung watches the exchange with wide, blown out eyes, his cock steadily throbbing where your hand was still gripping him.
“Why don’t you tell him how you want us to fuck you, hmm? Why you are so eager to have him join us?”
Keeho’s hands finally cease their torture and slide down to your hips, giving you the chance to speak. You look at Jiung who’s waiting headily for your response. As if remembering where your hand was, you resume your slow, careful strokes as you muster up the courage to speak.
“I… want your cocks,” you say, averting your gaze down to where you’re stroking him to avoid his eye contact. You feel suddenly timid under his watchful, heated stare, the questions too daunting to outright ask. But as usual, Keeho is there to force it out of you.
“C’mon princess. Tell him what you really want. Don’t be shy now.”
You huff out an exasperated breath, your eyes glazing over as the words come out shaky and unsure. “Want both your cocks in me together.”
Jiung ruts into your loose grip at the thought of both him and Keeho buried inside of you, filling you completely. A raw, primal want floods through him that sends his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Fuck, really?” he manages to choke out.
You nod, your cheeks flushing a deep, telling crimson. Keeho smiles against your neck, grazing it with his teeth before biting down playfully.
“That’s what she wants, Jiung. Double the fun. She wants her cunt stuffed with cock so, what do you say? You agree?”
With your hand stroking him so deliciously, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard and utters the word you’ve been waiting for, “Yes.”
Keeho smiles at him with satisfaction, and leans down to whisper in your ear, “Pull him out sweetheart.”
You follow his command and tug Jiung’s aching cock out of his pants, watching with hungry eyes as it hangs out of the fabric, long and curved slightly, flushed a bright, angry red at the tip. Your mouth falls open in a breathy gasp at how pretty he is. Behind you, Keeho’s hips buck into you.
“I told you he’d be the right size.”
Jiung’s head sways, dizzy at the prospect that you two have already consulted over whether or not his dick was the right match for your freaky escapades. He shoots Keeho a questioning glance but Keeho only shrugs.
“We’ve all seen each other naked before. Did you expect me not to remember the size of your dick?” Keeho shoots back. He chuckles against your shoulder when Jiung’s lip curls at him, and he quickly adds on, “If I remember correctly, you were watching both of us make out in that kitchen, or am I wrong?”
His cock pulses at the memory of Keeho’s big hands gripping you and his mouth parting to accept your tongue. A part of him wonders why he’s never felt any jealousy towards Keeho. Now, the answer is clear, but his ego is too big to admit it.
Keeho gives him an annoyingly smug wink, his hands curling into your bottoms to inch them and your panties down your thighs. “We have to prep her first. Gotta stretch her out enough to take both of us.”
He sits you down on the couch and beckons Jiung forward to get a better view of him pulling them fully down your legs. He gently parts your thighs until they’re spread open wide, your weeping cunt on full view.
Jiung gawks at the amount of arousal that coats your heat, watching as a heavy bead of your slick gathers and drips onto the couch beneath you. Your clit peaks out from its hood, hard and pulsing, desperate for attention. He reaches down to grip himself at the base, squeezing hard then stroking to satisfy the pleasure coiling in his stomach.
Keeho’s finger prods through your folds, tracing a lazy path through your slit to collect your wetness and spreading it over your clit. You whimper, your legs attempting to clench shut, but he holds them open with his other hand, his fingers digging roughly into your thigh.
“Look at her,” Keeho murmurs, also taken by how pretty your dripping cunt looks, never tiring of seeing how wet you get. He inches his finger down to rub at your hole, circling his finger until he presses in, breaching the tough muscle that pushes against him. “So perfect and so fucking tight. I don’t know how she’s gonna take both of our cocks. Can barely take me alone, but we’ll make it work, right darling? Your greedy cunt is gonna take two cocks?”
You don’t hear any words, all you can focus on is his finger curling deep to press against that spongy spot in you, your eyes rolling back at the shock of pleasure.
Your cunt clenches when Keeho withdraws his finger, offering it up in Jiung’s direction. “Wanna taste?”
He doesn't think twice before he sinks to his knees between where you both are sitting on the couch, his stare fixing on the glistening essence coating Keeho’s finger. He grabs Keeho’s wrist and takes the soaked digit into his mouth, his lips closing to fully taste your sweet and musky flavor. He sucks slowly, his tongue swirling, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste.
He misses the look of astonishment that you and Keeho share. When he’s lapped up every last bit of you, he pulls off with a soft pop.
Keeho chuckles darkly at him, “I meant you can eat her out, but that works too.”
The blush that had just left him returns, deeper than before. He shoots Keeho a glare, his jaw tightening. “You’re such an asshole,” he mutters.
“You guys love me.” Keeho stands over you both to work open his belt, and gestures to Jiung. “Go ahead, open her up. I always have to prep her to take me.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands grip your thighs and he leans forward with a gentle sweep of his tongue through your folds that has you gasping, your fingers threading through his hair to push him harder against you. The taste of you combined with the way your hips tilt up to meet him unleashes something in him.
He moans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit with a growing confidence before dipping lower to tease your entrance. He drinks you in and you give an experimental grind over his tongue that has his nose bumping pleasantly against your bundle of nerves.
You squeeze your nipple with your free hand, your gaze falling on Keeho who’s watching the scene unfold, now bare of any clothes and pumping his cock from base to tip.
“Slip a few fingers in, Jiung,” he instructs, “Stretch her open.”
Jiung doubles his efforts, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently between the flick of his tongue around the sensitive nub. He pushes two fingers against your entrance until they slip inside, curling and scissoring them to loosen you up. Your back arches, a sweet little cry slipping through your lips when he pulls his fingers out just to plunge right back in. The pleasure builds, the muscles in your belly tightening as you teeter on the edge.
Jiung boldly adds a third finger even as he struggles to pump them all into you, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream while you convulse over him, your vision blanking into a bright, white light for a moment.
He pulls off while you slump against the couch, still shuddering through the aftershocks of your orgasm. Keeho moves to stand beside him, and when Jiung looks up, his jaw goes slack at how big Keeho is, his hand barely able to curl around his girth. He turns back to your fluttering pussy, questioning exactly how they were both going to fit in you.
“Think she’s ready for me?” Keeho asks, his voice raspy and low.
The question isn't directed towards you, but you feel the need to reassure them that you’re still eager to take them. “I am,” you slur, your head lolling back against the cushion.
Keeho grins affectionately at you. “That’s my girl.” He moves to sit beside you on the couch, pulling you into a deep, healing kiss before he gently maneuvers you over his lap. He settles your back against his chest and rests his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his hand patting your hip. “I know you’re tired, but I need to slip it in.”
With a weak, shuddering breath, you raise yourself up, wrapping one arm around his shoulder for support while Keeho guides himself to your soaked entrance. The broad head of his cock nudges against you.
“Easy now,” he coo’s, helping you sink down.
A desperate, filthy noise escapes you when he fills you, his thickness stretching you wider. There was little resistance thanks to the obscene amount of wetness coating your folds, and how Jiung worked you open. When you’re finally seated fully on him, your bodies flush, Keeho groans and bites into your shoulder. “Fuck, don’t even need lube, do you, princess? You’re so fucking wet.”
Jiung watches, mesmerized, as Keeho begins to move slowly, his hips rolling upward into you. Jiung quickly rids himself of the remainder of his clothes, his own cock aching and neglected watching Keeho fuck you.
Sensing his need, Keeho’s gaze snaps up to him. “Come here,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.”
Jiung eagerly moves forward, fitting himself between Keeho’s parted legs. He braces a knee on the couch, his heart racing excitedly when you reach out to lay a hand on his chest. Keeho stills his movements and nods at him, his own control fraying when you squeeze around his cock.
“Okay, Jiung, go slow. Real slow. We’re gonna fill her up together.”
Jiung nods and lines himself up, pressing the head of his cock to nudge against your swollen folds. He presses down against Keeho’s cock, his lips parting in a breathy whine at the contact, Keeho’s velvety cock soft and smooth against his own. He tries to inch in, the first attempt unsuccessful as his cock slips to glide against your pulsing clit, leaving you writhing.
Keeho grips your hips tight in his hands. “Stay still, baby. Just breathe through it… Come on, let Jiung’s cock in.”
“Wait,” Jiung interjects, his voice strained. “Just let me…”
His fingers slide along Keeho’s cock to your entrance, pressing to enter in alongside him. You whimper at the precise pressure from his fingertips against your walls.
“You’re doing so good,” Jiung whispers, rubbing his free hand over your belly to soothe the stretch. He speaks softer than Keeho, approaching you with care in comparison to his friend's rougher demeanor.
Your nails dig into his chest when slides in another finger that you suck in easily, curling and scissoring you just like before until he’s knuckle deep. He listens to your punched-out whines as your body yields to the stretch.
Jiung glances up to find your eyes soaked with tears, your cheeks flushed red. His heart squeezes at how fucked out you look and he slips his fingers out to see the ruined look intensify. He grips his cock harder and presses himself back to where Keeho’s disappearing in you. He pushes his hips forward, and the three of you cry out in tandem when he breaches your hole, the tip slipping in.
“F-Full—” you manage to croak out at the painful stretch. “‘S too m-much.”
“You’re gonna take it,” Keeho soothes, kissing your shoulder. “This is what you wanted. So be a good girl and take it.”
You whimper at his harsh words and nod, giving Jiung the green light to sink further into you. He does, sliding in deeper until only half of his cock is left, a groan ripping through him at the crushing tightness. He could feel Keeho, hot and throbbing, right alongside him, your gummy walls straining around both cocks. The sensation was mind-bending.
“Oh my fucking god,” Keeho mewls, “You’re stretched so wide. Doing so good, taking us in your tight, pretty cunt.”
Jiung slips his hands under the back of your knees, pressing your thighs against your chest to fold you in half. With one last, careful push, he slides in as deep as he can go, only an inch left not pushed in you. You sob openly, a raw broken sound at the overwhelming sensation of your pussy stretched to its absolute limit.
For a moment, no one moves to give you time to adjust, the three of you breathless. Keeho’s forehead rests on your neck while Jiung’s breaths come in ragged pants. You are barely conscious, your body impaled on them the only thing tethering you to earth.
Keeho was the first to stir, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “How is it, baby? You’re stuffed with cock, just like you wanted,” He mumbles, his voice thick with awe and lust. “Is it everything you were hoping for?”
Jiung’s hands tremble where he holds your legs, struggling to remain still in the suffocating, divine heat when your walls never cease their fluttering around them, a desperate, rhythmic clench that threatens to undo him completely.
“C-Can’t…move,” you slur, words coming out jumbled. “So f-full.”
“It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to do anything,” Keeho reassures, his hips giving the tiniest rock that makes Jiung bite his lip at the exquisite drag. “Just take it for us, all you have to do is take it.”
You cry out when Keeho gives a sharper thrust, a fresh wave of pleasure filtering through the pain. Jiung finds his voice, his gaze locking onto the filthy sight of you folded open so vulnerably and stuffed full. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “So perfect.”
Keeho draws back an inch, then pushes forward again, his movements forcing Jiung’s cock to shift inside you as well. Jiung mirrors Keeho’s action, pulling out when he’s situated back in, taking turns fucking into you.
“Oh, fuck,” Jiung groans, his head dropping forward. The friction was unlike anything he’s ever felt.
“That’s it,” Keeho praises, sliding a hand to wrap around your throat from behind. “Just like that, your greedy cunt is swallowing us so good.”
Your eyes, barely open, drop down to watch them thrust into you, their movements shallow with barely any room to move. Every nerve felt like it was on fire, your body alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. You could feel the coil tightening quick again in your stomach, your climax building fast.
You words dissolve into meaningless sounds, all you could manage was a stream of broken babbles. “Ah—ngh—gonna c-come…”
Keeho’s hand tightens around your throat. “We’re fucking you stupid, huh? Can’t even form a thought.”
Jiung’s hips falter at the tears streaming down your face, your jaw slack and open, his cock swelling from the sight alone as Keeho continues, his thrusts growing harder. He feels the overwhelming need to kiss you, remembering Keeho’s earlier advice. He leans forward and slots his lips between yours, kissing you even as your mouth falls open in a shaky moan.
All at once, the coil snaps. You keen as your back arches away from Keeho’s hold, your toes curling at the white-hot current that short-circuits any remaining thought.
The intense, clenching pressure was enough to force Jiung’s own orgasm out of him, his movements stilling completely with Keeho’s cock rubbing against him, coaxing his own to empty deep inside you in hot, endless spurts.
“F-fuck Keeho!” Jiung gasps, his body shaking when Keeho starts hammering into you, his thrust turning brutal and short, chasing his own high, still milking the remainder of Jiung’s cum out of him.
You were overstimulated beyond belief, trembling uncontrollably as the aftershocks continue to ripple through you. Just as you think the orgasm finally subsides, a new, sharper wave begins to build, your body bowing in sharp twitches. Your oversensitive nerves scream for relief.
Jiung buckles forward at the new tremor of your cunt. “S-shit Keeho… she’s gonna…” he trails off, clenching his eyes shut.
“Not done yet, are you, princess? Want to give me one more?” His hand slides from where it was gripping your belly to find your swollen clit. He presses hard against it and you jolt with a wanton gasp.
“Ah! Kyo, no—please, no more—”
“Shh,” he soothes, his touch relentless, circling the throbbing bud with firm pressure. “One more and that’s it, you can do it baby. Do it for us.”
Your vision spots, your mind goes fuzzy, and when Keeho pinches your clit, your third orgasm hits with a violent rupture. Your body convulses, a hot gush of release soaking Keeho’s hand and their bodies beneath you.
Jiung marvels at the sight of you squirting, his softening cock throbbing at the sight.
It’s exactly what Keeho needs to bring his own release. With a guttural roar, he slams his hips up into you one final time, his body stiffening as his cum mixes with yours and Jiung’s to coat your walls.
No one dares to move. Keeho stays in deep, Jiung nestling against him, both of them still partially hard inside you as the last of Keeho’s tremors subside. Jiung is the first to pull out, slow and careful, feeling the tight drag as he withdraws, slipping free with a wet squelch. He kneels back, his dazed eyes watching the thick flow of cum seep from your stretched hole.
You sob at the hollowness and loss of their combined fullness.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Jiung whispers, his voice hoarse. He moves forward, his hands gentle on your hips. Keeho, understanding, gives a final, tender kiss to your shoulder before relaxing his hold and helping Jiung to ease you off of his softening cock.
The moment his tip slips out, the remainder of your releases floods out, dripping down over Keeho’s stomach.
They lay you down on the cushions, your body completely boneless, a trembling, oversensitive mess. You stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to come to terms with the emptiness and the faint soreness that was already settling in your muscles.
Keeho leans forward to press a kiss into your hair while Jiung rubs soothing circles into your thigh.
They stare at the breathtaking sight of your pussy slightly gaping, swollen and glistening, painted with streaks of white fluid.
“Fuck…” Jiung breaths, his strokes turning worshipful on your thigh.
Keeho’s gaze drips down, and he lets out a soft, incredulous scoff. “Jiung, what the fuck? How are you still hard?”
Jiung blinks stupidly and looks down, his cheeks heating at the sight of his cock still half-hard, stirred back to life by your wrecked state.
You hear the words, “Still hard,” and your heavy-lidded eyes shift, a spark of interest lighting in their hazy depths. “Hmm?” you slur, turning your head towards Jiung.
Jiung’s eyes widen in panic, disbelief clouding his features at how you still are interested in taking more even after being fucked into oblivion.
Keeho bursts out laughing and leans in to capture your lips in a messy, languid kiss. When he pulls back, he’s still grinning. “I think you’re done for tonight baby. Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.”
You pout, the expression adorable on your wrecked face. Ignoring Keeho, you turn to press a sleepy kiss to Jiung’s lips, nuzzling into him when his arms wrap around your frame protectively.
Keeho watches the two of you, smiling fondly and content. He lets out a long, happy sigh and stretches back on the couch, fixing Jiung with a satisfied smile. “What did I tell you? Double the fun.”
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ʚɞ summary - according to the rest of your friends, you and yoon keeho have always been a little too close to one another. you’ve always brushed it off—but when his accidental text reveals exactly what he’s been doing with all your missing panties, that line between platonic and something else much, much filthier is disappearing fast…
ʚɞ tags - 18+ MDNI, f!reader, keeho and reader are best friends, phone sex, mutual masturbation
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Keeho let himself in with the key you’d given him months ago, a fact your friends still teased you about. “You gave a boy a key?” they’d shrieked. But it wasn’t like that. It was practical. He was always over anyway, crashing after late-night studio sessions, bringing over takeout when you were swamped with work, or just showing up because, as he claimed, your couch was comfier.
“Yo,” he called out, toeing off his sneakers by the door. He was in gray sweats and a loose white tee, his hair slightly mussed. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. It was a Saturday afternoon.
“In here,” you called from the kitchen, where you were attempting to make coffee. You heard his footsteps, and then his presence was right behind you, warm and solid. His hands landed on your hips, and he peered over your shoulder.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble near your ear. His breath tickled.
“I’m putting grounds in a filter, Keeho. How can I do it wrong?”
“The ratio’s off. You’ll make brown water.” One of his hands slid from your hip to your stomach, pulling you back just an inch against him. He was always touching you, it was just the way he was. A hand on the small of your back to guide you through a door, an arm slung over your shoulders on the couch, a playful slap on your ass when you bent over to get something from the low cabinet. You’d done the same: squeezing his bicep when he flexed after a workout, poking his abs, running a hand through his hair when it looked particularly good. It was just your dynamic. Sure, the two of you were flirtatious with one another, but it was entirely platonic.
Probably.
“Then you make it,” you said, leaning back into him for a second before slipping out of his loose hold. You turned and looked up at him. He was smiling, that lazy, charming smile that made his eyes crinkle.
“I will. Because I’m a good friend.” He set to work, and you hopped up on the counter to watch. This was the routine. He moved around your kitchen with an ease that should have felt invasive but didn’t. You talked about everything and nothing: the stupid meme Theo had sent in the group chat, the new song he was working on, the annoying thing your boss did. The conversation was easy, peppered with his laughter and your own.
He finished the coffee and poured two mugs. As he handed you yours, his fingers brushed yours, lingering. “Careful, it’s hot.”
“I know,” you said, holding his gaze for a beat too long before looking down at the mug. Your heart did a weird little stutter.
It’s just Keeho.
Later, he was sprawled on your living room floor, controller in hand, yelling at the game on your TV. You were folded into the corner of the sofa, scrolling on your phone, half-watching him. His sweats rode low on his hips, and the hem of his shirt had ridden up, revealing a strip of toned stomach. You let your eyes trace the line of it before forcing yourself to look at your phone.
A text from him popped up, even though he was right there.
Keeho: u watching me or the game?
You glanced up. He hadn’t turned around, still focused on the screen. You typed back.
You: shut up
You saw his shoulders shake with a silent laugh. He didn’t reply, but a minute later, he lost his character on purpose and tossed the controller aside. He rolled onto his back, looking up at you from the floor. “I’m bored.”
“You’re a dumbass.”
“Your dumbass?” he asked, grinning.
“Ew. In your dreams.” You threw a couch pillow at him. He caught it and hugged it to his chest, still looking at you. His gaze was warm, heavy. It made something in your stomach flutter. You broke the stare, getting up. “I’m gonna go switch the laundry.”
“Thrilling,” he drawled, but he followed you to the small laundry closet in the hallway anyway.
You pulled the damp clothes from the washer and started shoving them into the dryer. As you were loading, you frowned. “...That’s weird.”
“What?”
“My black lace pair. I could have sworn I put them in this load. They were on top of the basket.” You shrugged, tossing in a towel. “Maybe they got tangled in the sheets from last time.”
“Maybe,” Keeho said. His voice was oddly neutral. You glanced at him. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you. There was a faint pink tinge to the tips of his ears. “You keep track of your panties that closely?”
“No,” you said, perhaps too quickly, the denial sharp. “It’s just… I’ve noticed it a couple times now. They, like—disappear from the basket for a while, then just show up again, clean and folded, a day or two later. I thought I was going crazy. Or that I was just forgetting which loads I’d done.”
As you said it, your mind, now fully engaged on the topic, began to connect dots with a swift, cold clarity. It had happened before. The silky navy blue panties you loved—gone for two days, then reappeared neatly on top of your folded t-shirts. The burgundy lace pair—missing after you’d stripped them off after a date night, then found them sitting in your underwear drawer days later. You’d brushed it off each time, blaming it on an overworked, distracted brain.
But now, standing here with him filling the doorway, it struck you that this only ever seemed to happen after he’d been over. The disappearances coincided with his visits. The reappearances happened when you were alone. A cold, then hot, wave of understanding washed over you. Panties didn’t just—fucking phase in and out of the space-time continuum.
He’d been here yesterday. The black lace pair had been in the basket this morning. Now they weren’t.
“Probably just the laundry gnomes,” he joked, his tone forcibly light as he pushed off the frame. He didn’t meet your eyes, turning to walk back toward the living room. “Happens to the best of us.”
You stared after his retreating back, the strange little itch of suspicion blooming. Your mouth went dry. He wouldn’t. The thought was absurd, embarrassing, a dizzying leap off a cliff of your entire friendship. Keeho? Your best friend? The thought of him—taking them… why? What would he even…?
You finished loading the dryer with mechanical movements, your mind racing. You slammed the door a little too hard, the metallic bang too loud. You leaned your forehead against the warm, vibrating machine, closing your eyes. No. It’s too weird. But the evidence, circumstantial as it was…
You pushed the thought down and tried to forget about it.
The two of you ordered pizza for dinner, and then he left around ten, clapping you on the shoulder. “See you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yeah, sure,” you said, leaning in the doorway as he slipped his shoes on. He gave you a little salute and was gone, his smell of his cologne lingering in the entryway.
You cleaned up, the quiet of the apartment settling around you. It always felt a little too big when he wasn’t in it.
It was when you were in bed, scrolling through your phone, when a text notification lit up the screen.
Keeho: yo u awake
You: unfortunately. what’s up?
Keeho: look at these sneakers
A screenshot followed. It was a pair of obscenely expensive, limited-edition sneakers. You rolled your eyes, a smile gracing your lips.
You: kyo you do NOT need another pair omg ur closet is a damn shoe store atp
Keeho: but just look at them y/n theyre calling my name
You: theyre calling u a sucker. hard pass
Keeho: so mean. u wound me :(
You waited for the typical follow-up—a joking selfie of him pouting, maybe. The typing bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. You settled back against your pillows.
Then, a new image loaded.
It wasn’t a selfie.
At least, not in the way you’d expected.
For one dizzying, heart-stopping second, your brain refused to process what you were seeing. The image was dimly lit, taken in Keeho’s bedroom. But the focal point was a pair of black lace panties—your black lace panties, you were sure of it—held between a set of straight, white teeth. Below that, a hand was wrapped around a thick, hard cock, mid-stroke. The phone was angled just enough that you could see the tip, glistening, and you could even see the faint dusting of hair leading down from his navel, the tendons standing out in the forearm you’d touched a hundred times.
It was Keeho.
The image vanished. ‘Keeho deleted a message.’
Your phone buzzed immediately.
Keeho: shit sorry
Keeho: i didnt mean to send that
You stared at the screen. Your palms were slick with sweat. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. The image was burned onto the back of your eyelids. His teeth on your panties. His hand on his cock.
You took a shuddering breath. Your fingers trembled as you typed.
You: its okay dw !! i didnt even see
A lie so blatant your throat felt blocked.
Keeho: thank fuck. that wouldve been so awkward lol
You: lmao yeah
Keeho: anyway. u were right. i probably wont get the sneakers. gn.
You: night :)
You dropped your phone onto the mattress, then lay there in the dark, your entire body buzzing, a deep, rolling heat pooling low in your stomach, spreading up your chest and into your cheeks instead of disgust.
He has my panties.
He was using them.
He was thinking of me.
The thoughts wouldn’t stop. Every touch, every look, every teasing comment over the past few months felt sudden and new. The friendly ass-slaps, the lingering touches, the way he’d nuzzle into your hair when he hugged you hello…
You didn’t sleep much.
The next day, you met up with Lily and Jiung at a noisy ramen place. Keeho was already there, saving a booth, waving you over with his usual, easy-looking grin. He looked perfectly normal.
“Hey, loser,” he said as you slid in next to him, his arm automatically going around the back of the booth behind your shoulders. His fingers stroked the nape of your neck, and you almost whimpered out loud.
“Hey,” you managed, hoping your voice didn’t sound as strained as it felt.
The lunch was a blur. You laughed at the right moments, added your own little anecdotes, but your attention was completely captured by the boy beside you. The heat of his thigh pressed against yours under the table. His knee bumping into yours when he got excited telling a story. Him stealing a piece of your chashu pork with his chopsticks, popping it into his mouth with a wink.
“You two are so gross,” Jiung snorted.
“Yeah,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “Just date already.”
Keeho choked on his water. You froze.
“What? No way,” Keeho said, recovering with a laugh. He nudged you with his elbow. “She’s, like, my best friend, dude.”
“Yeah,” you said, forcing a laugh that sounded tinny to your own ears. “Disgusting.”
But when his leg pressed more firmly against yours under the table, you didn’t move away. You were hyper-aware of every glance, every casual touch. When he leaned over to look at something on your phone, his cheek almost brushing yours, you could smell his cologne again. It made your head swim.
He was stroking himself to the thought of you last night.
He drove you home afterward, the car filled with the low beat of his playlist. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was thick and charged. You stared out the window, your mind replaying the image from last night on a loop.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft. “You’ve gone so quiet.”
“Just tired,” you said, glancing at him. His profile was sharp in the afternoon light. “Long week.”
“Yeah,” he said. He reached over and turned the music down a fraction. His hand lingered near the volume knob. “Listen, about last night…”
Your heart leapt into your throat. “What about it?”
“Just—sorry if I was weird. Sending random shit. You know me.” He gave you a sidelong smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a nervous edge to it.
“It’s fine, Kyo. Really.” You looked back out the window. “I told you, I didn’t see anything.”
A beat of silence.
“Right,” he said quietly. “Of course.”
He pulled up to your apartment building. “See you later?”
“Yeah. Thanks for the ride.”
You got out, and he drove off. You stood on the curb for a moment, watching his car disappear around the corner. The air felt too still.
The next two weeks were torture.
It began with the touches. They were the same as they’d always been, weren’t they? But now, everything felt completely different. He came over on Tuesday, complaining about a sore shoulder from the gym.
“Here,” he’d said, flopping face-down on your living room rug. “Work your magic.”
You’d kneeled beside him, your hands on the firm muscle of his shoulder through his thin t-shirt. You’d done this a dozen times before. But now, your thumbs pressing into the knots, you were acutely aware of the heat of his skin, the way his breath hitched when you found a tight spot. Your fingers drifted lower, skimming the ridge of his spine. He let out a low, contented groan.
“Lower,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the carpet.
Your heart stuttered. “Keeho…”
“My lower back is killing me, you prude.” He turned his head to the side, one eye peeking open, a lazy grin on his face. “Unless you’re scared.”
“Shut up,” you mumbled back intelligently, your voice tighter than you intended. You placed your palms flat against the small of his back, right where his sweats sat low. You could feel the defined muscles flexing under your touch. You kneaded there, trying to be clinical, but your mind was a traitorous thing, flashing the image of his hand in that same general area, but lower, gripping himself. You pulled your hands away immediately.
“All better,” you announced, too brightly.
He rolled over, looking up at you with those dark, knowing eyes. “Thanks, doc.” He sat up, his face suddenly close to yours. “You’re all flushed. That hard work for you?”
You swatted his arm and scrambled to your feet, muttering about getting water.
The following Saturday, you went to a packed, noisy bar. You were squeezed into a circular booth, Keeho’s entire side pressed firmly against yours from shoulder to thigh. The music was loud, forcing you to lean in to hear each other, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. Each time he spoke, his warm breath sent a shiver down your neck that had nothing to do with the volume of the bass. When you got up to go to the bathroom, his hand landed on the back of your thigh to help you slide out of the booth, and you felt your knees go a little weak.
You were going crazy. You’d catch yourself staring at his mouth, wondering what it would feel on yours. You’d watch his hands as he did something utterly mundane, and your stomach would clench. You replayed every interaction from the past year, searching for signs you’d missed. Was it ever even platonic?
One evening, he came over after his studio session and collapsed onto your sofa, his head in your lap without asking.
“My brain is mush,” he groaned, closing his eyes.
Your fingers automatically went to his hair, carding through the soft dyed-blond strands. You traced the shell of his ear, the line of his jaw. He nuzzled his face against your thigh, his nose pressing into the soft cotton of your sweats.
“You’re the best,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness.
“I know,” you whispered.
He was asleep in minutes, his breathing deep and even, and you sat there in the dim light of the TV, your hand still in his hair, and let yourself want. You wanted him to wake up and look at you. You wanted him to admit it. You wanted to know what had happened in that deleted photo.
But the breaking point, as it turned out, was a mundane Tuesday movie night at Shota’s cramped, perpetually messy apartment. His couch was a deceptively small loveseat that could comfortably fit two and uncomfortably fit three. With seven of you there, it was a logistical nightmare.
“Okay, floor for the losers,” Shota declared, already claiming the prime spot in the center of the sofa. Jongseob, Theo, Jiung and Intak immediately flopped onto the large floor cushions, leaving the remaining couch space.
You moved to join them on the floor, but a warm hand closed around your wrist.
“Where you going?” Keeho’s voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the opening credits of the movie. He was already sitting on the far end of the couch, his long legs stretched out. He tugged gently. “There’s space.”
“There’s really not,” you whispered back, your skin burning where his fingers circled your wrist.
He just grinned and pulled harder. “Sure there is. C’mon.”
Before you could protest further, he guided you down—not onto the sliver of space beside him, but directly onto his lap. You yelped softly, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you settled sideways across his thighs. “Keeho!”
“Shhh,” he shushed, his arm snaking around your waist to anchor you firmly in place. His other hand came to rest casually on your outer thigh. “It’ll just be more cramped down there. This is more efficient.”
Theo side-eyed the both of you. “You two are so weird.”
You were frozen. The solid muscle of his thighs was beneath you. His arms were around your middle, his hand splayed possessively on your hip. His thumb began to move, a slow, absent-minded stroking motion against the thin fabric of your jeans, right on the sensitive dip of your waist. The movie started, the room dimming further, but you couldn’t have told anyone what it was about. Your entire focus had narrowed to Keeho and the teasing movements of his hands.
At first, it was subtle. His thumb tracing the seam of your jeans at your hip. His fingers flexing, pressing you more securely against him. You tried to relax, to pretend this was normal, just Keeho being Keeho. But then his hand on your thigh shifted. His fingertips began to draw lazy patterns on the denim, moving from the outside of your thigh inward, creeping higher with each pass.
You held your breath.
His touch was driving you crazy. It skirted the edge of your inner thigh, a hair’s breadth from where the denim grew taut between your legs. Each near-miss sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel the hard line of his own arousal pressed against your outer thigh, undeniable and firm through two layers of clothing. The knowledge of it, the proof of his desire mirrored in the tight ache blooming low in your own stomach, was almost too much to bear.
You squirmed, trying to adjust your position, to relieve the sudden, desperate pressure. The movement made you rub against him, and you felt him stiffen further, heard the sharp, quiet intake of breath near your ear. His arm tightened around your waist.
“Be still,” he murmured, his lips so close to your ear that you felt the whisper of his breath more than heard the words.
A tremor ran through you. You obeyed, going rigid in his lap. But his hand didn’t stop. It grew bolder. His palm flattened on your inner thigh, his fingers squeezing gently, a slow, rhythmic pressure that was somehow more intimate than any overt caress. His other hand, the one splayed on your hip, slipped under the hem of your sweater, his warm, calloused fingertips finding the bare skin of your stomach.
You gasped, the sound lost in a burst of movie soundtrack.
His touch was fire on your skin. His fingers stroked up your side, tracing the lower curve of your ribcage, his thumb brushing perilously close to the underwire of your bra. You were melting, a boneless, trembling mess held together only by the cage of his arms. Every rational thought screamed that your friends were right there, just feet away, oblivious. But you couldn’t resist playing this game.
You let your head fall back against his shoulder, surrendering, and felt the vibration of his hum of approval against your back. His nose nuzzled into the space behind your ear, and for one terrifying, thrilling second, you felt the wet heat of his tongue trace the shell of your ear.
You jerked, a full-body shiver wracking you.
On screen, a car chase exploded in a cacophony of noise. Intak laughed at something. In the cocoon of Keeho’s lap, his hand on your thigh inched higher, his fingers now applying a firm, circular pressure right at the junction of your thigh and hip, a direct line to the throbbing ache between your legs. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your own hands gripping his forearms for balance, for something to ground you.
He was driving you insane. And he knew it. Every breath he took, every subtle shift of his hips to press himself more firmly against you. You were panting softly, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you were certain he could feel it. The thin fabric of your clothes felt like an agonizing barrier. You wanted his hands everywhere. You wanted to turn in his lap and crush your mouth to his. You wanted to know if the reality of him felt as good as the fantasy that had haunted you since that deleted photo.
The movie’s climax came and went. The credits began to roll, the room brightening slightly with the white text on the dark screen.
“That was so mid,” Jongseob complained, stretching.
Keeho’s hands stilled. But they didn’t move away. He held you there as your friends started to get up and gather their things. His breathing was ragged against your neck.
“You good?” he asked softly, his voice rough.
You couldn’t speak. You just nodded, your head still resting on his shoulder.
It was only when Shota flicked the main lights on that Keeho’s arms loosened. He let you slide off his lap, his hands lingering on your waist until you were steady on your feet. You avoided looking at him, your face flaming. You couldn’t look at any of them. You mumbled a quick goodbye, grabbed your jacket, and practically fled the apartment.
You barely remembered the drive home. The night air did nothing to cool the fever in your blood. You replayed every second in his lap, every clandestine touch, every whispered breath. It was too much.
You needed to tip the scales.
As soon as you were home, a idea, reckless and terrifying, took full hold. You went to your room, your pulse fluttering in your throat. You sat on your bed, your MacBook open. You opened Photo Booth. The screen showed your reflection, eyes wide, lips parted just so. You adjusted the laptop, angling it on your desk, then leaned back on your elbow, arching your spine just so. You’d changed into a low-cut, soft cotton top, and you pulled the neckline down an inch, letting the swell of your cleavage become more pronounced. You stuck your ass out, the curve of it evident in your thin sleep shorts. You looked directly into the camera, and clicked the shutter.
The picture was perfect. It looked candid, like you’d been caught in a private moment. Your skin was bathed in the warm glow of your desk lamp, your eyes dark.
Your heart was a wild thing in your chest as you picked up your phone and took a picture of the image to send in a text to Keeho. You typed the words.
You: oops mb haha. it was an accident lol
You hit send, then immediately deleted it from the chat, the little ‘you deleted a message’ notification popping up.
You waited, every muscle tense.
The typing bubbles appeared. They stayed there for a full minute. Then, a new message.
Keeho: i saw that
Three words. That was all. But they carried a universe of meaning. You bit your lip.
You: yeah?
Keeho: yeah. u should be more careful
You: or what?
The pause this time was agonizing. You held your breath.
Keeho: or u might give a guy the wrong idea.
You: wdym
Keeho: you know what i mean. that wasnt an accident
The directness punched the air from your lungs. You curled your fingers into your comforter.
You: was yours?
His reply was almost instantaneous.
Keeho: mine was 100% an accident. you just wanna fuck w me
A soft whimper escaped you. You were playing with fire, and every nerve ending was singing with the heat.
You: frustrated?
Keeho: yeah. bc the pic is gone. and ur over there. and im over here.
You: what would you do if you were here?
The bubbles came and went. You imagined him deciding how far to go.
Keeho: i’d start with that neck. you have no idea what it does to me when you tilt ur head like that. i’d kiss right there. under ur jaw. i wanted to so badly today
You read the words, and your skin tingled where he described. You could almost feel the phantom press of his lips.
You: yeah?
Keeho: yeah. then i’d move to that top. i’d pull it down slowly. just enough. put my mouth on you. right where the lace of ur bra starts. i’d taste ur skin.
You were breathing faster now. You shifted on the bed, your thighs pressing together.
You: kyo
Keeho: what? you asked.
You: i know. keep going
There was another pause. Then, a new message, simpler.
Keeho: call me
Your thumb hovered over his contact. This was the point of no return. This was your best friend. The boy who stole your fries and laughed at your dumb jokes. And he wanted to—
You tapped the call button.
It rang once. Twice.
He picked up. You heard the soft rustle of fabric, a quiet, steady breath. No greeting.
“Hi,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
“Hey.” His voice was different. Lower, rougher around the edges. “So you’re gonna kill me, is that the plan?”
“Maybe.” You could hear the smile in your own voice.
“You’re in bed.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah.”
“What are you wearing?”
“The top from the picture. And shorts.”
He let out a slow breath. “Fuck. Okay. Are you comfortable?”
You cleared your throat. “I could be more comfortable.”
“Yeah? How?”
You almost hesitated, but the heat in between your legs overrode the fear. “My hand is on my stomach,” you murmured, doing just that. The cotton of your top was soft under your palm. “But it’s—it’s kind of hot in here.”
“Take it off,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.
Your fingers trembled as you pulled the soft fabric up and over your head, tossing it aside. The cooler air of your room kissed your skin. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” The praise, delivered in that low, intimate tone, sent a shiver straight to your core. “Now, the shorts. Take them off slow for me.”
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your sleep shorts and slid them down your legs. The sound of the fabric rustling seemed impossibly loud over the line. You kicked them off the bed.
“Done,” you breathed.
“Are you touching yourself yet?”
“No,” you said. “Not yet.”
“You should.” His words were teasing. “I am. Can’t get that picture out of my head. Fuck, Y/N.”
You heard a soft, slick sound from his end. Your eyes fluttered closed. You let your hand drift down your stomach, over the plane of your hip, and then lower. Your own fingers brushed through soft hair.
“Tell me,” you whispered.
“I’m thinking about that spot on your neck,” he said, his voice a little strained. “Under your jaw. I’d kiss there, yeah. Then I’d work my way down. Your collarbone. Use my teeth a little. But I’d take my time with your pretty tits, baby. I’d use my mouth on you until you were squirming.”
You gasped as your fingers finally made contact with your clit.
“You like that?” he asked, hearing your breath catch.
“Hn—yeah…”
“Yeah? What are you doing right now?”
“I’m… touching myself. Just a little.”
“Good. Keep going. Just like that.” He groaned softly, and you heard the unmistakable sound of his hand moving over his cock. It was wet, deliberate. “I wish it was my hand. I wish I was there to see your face. Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
The possessiveness in his question made your stomach clench. “Yes. For you.”
“Fuck, that’s good. That’s so good.” He let out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Been thinking about you for ages.”
“The panties,” you breathed, your fingers moving a little faster. “You—did you take them?”
The sound on his end stopped for a second. “Yeah. I did.” His voice was thick with shame and arousal. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out, then— “Fuck it, I’m not sorry. I’d see them in your basket and I just—I had to have them. I’d take them home. I’d… use them. And—hah—then I’d wash them and bring them back the next time I came over, slip them into a clean load so you wouldn’t notice.” He swore under his breath, and the noises on his end got wetter. “Fucking pathetic, right?”
He was right. The image was depraved—but it turned you on beyond belief. “Which ones?” you managed to ask.
“The black lace. The red satin ones. The light blue cotton pair with the little bows.” He listed them off like a prayer. “My favorite is the black lace. I can smell you on them right—ngh—now, it’s driving me crazy.”
A moan tore from your throat. “Keeho…”
“Yeah?” he prompted. You heard the slick, deliberate sound of his hand moving again, faster. “Do you like that? Knowing I’ve been jerking off to the smell of you for months? That I’ve had my mouth on your panties while I pictured you just like this, all spread out and desperate in your bed?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, the word barely audible. Your hips lifted off the mattress.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he commanded, but it was a playful command, a coaxing one. “Talk to me. I wanna hear it. I’m over here fucking my fist and thinking about your pussy. The least you can do is narrate, baby.”
“I’m—rubbing my clit,” you breathed, your voice shaking. “It’s so—hngh—sensitive. And—um, I’m thinking about your mouth.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound strained. “I’d start right there, you know. Right on that little bud. I’d use my tongue, nice and slow at first, just to feel you jump. Then I’d suck. Just a little. You’d grab my hair, probably. You’d try to pull me closer, grind your pussy right against my face.”
Your hand finally slid down, two fingers slipping inside yourself with a soft, wet sound—a slick, squelching slurp that echoed through the quiet room, your arousal coating them instantly as you pumped in and out, the obscene rhythm growing louder with each thrust, your pussy so drenched it dripped around your knuckles.
“Shit, is that you?” he asked, his breath catching. “You fucking yourself now? For me?”
“For you,” you panted. “’m so wet, Keeho.”
“God, I wish I could taste it.” His voice was full of ragged want. “I’d make you come on my tongue first. I wouldn’t let you up for air until you did. You’d be shaking, and I’d just keep going, just to feel you clench around nothing. Then, when you were all soft and boneless, that’s when I’d slide into you.”
Thinking about it was pushing you to the brink. Your movements became frantic, your breathing shallow gasps. You were so close, a tight, bright coil of pleasure winding impossibly tight.
“I’m close,” you choked out. “Keeho, I’m so close.”
“Don’t stop,” he panted. “I’m right there with you, baby. Keep—hah—thinking about it. Think about me filling you up. Think about how fucking big I am, how you’d have to stretch to take me. Think about me holding your hips down and just—fuck—pounding into you, right in that sweet spot, over and over until you scream.”
“Oh—fu—”
It was enough to make your orgasm crash over you, your pussy clamping down hard on your fingers like a vice, waves of heat pulsing through your core. You cried out, a high moan spilling from your lips, your body arching off the bed as you rode the peak, slick sounds turning frantic and sloppy. Over the phone, Keeho's breath hitched sharply, turning into a groan, his strokes audible in the wet slap of his fist on his cock, faster now, desperate. He came with a shuddering gasp,
“Shit—baby,” his voice fracturing into heavy pants and low, rumbling hums as ropes of cum spilled over his hand, his hips bucking into the air. You could hear every hard inhale, every strained exhale.
“Well.” his voice broke the silence first, his tone returning to its familiar, teasing lilt, though it was still rough around the edges. “That was… definitely something”
A weak, breathless laugh escaped you. “Yeah.”
“You good?” he asked, and your heart squeezed.
“Yeah. I’m… good. Really good.” You were. Your body felt liquid and warm, humming with satisfaction. “You?”
“I’m fantastic. I’m also kinda freaking out, not gonna lie.” He let out a short, nervous chuckle. “Are—are you sure you’re not… mad? Or weirded out? About the panties thing? And, like, all of it?”
You thought about it for a second. The initial shock had melted away, replaced by this deep, spreading warmth. “No,” you said softly, with more certainty than you felt a minute ago. “I’m not mad. I’m—I don’t know, I’m feeling a lot of things right now. But definitely not mad.”
“Thank fuck.” The relief in his voice was palpable. “Because I think I might be in love with you? It’s, like, a whole thing I need to unpack, but the short version is I’m really, really into you. Like, ‘steal your underwear and jerk off to your pictures’ into you. Which, now that I say it out loud, sounds super creepy. Sorry.”
You smiled into the dark, muffling a giggle in your pillow. “It’s okay. I basically sent you a picture of my tits on purpose, so I think we might be sort of even on the creep scale.”
His laugh filled your ear, and it was the most normal, wonderful sound. “That’s true.” He paused. “Good. Alright, then.”
“Alright.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, tomorrow.”
“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “Go to sleep.”
“Mhm.”
“Dream of me.” And then, because it was just the most Keeho thing to do, he added, “Preferably of me going down on you, because I have some new ideas after hearing you come.”
“Goodnight, Keeho.”
“Night, baby.”
for my ari @ewstain whom I adore i hope u like it and pls dont shoot me for posting when ur asleep ok ily
Keeho: What I say during freaky time is none of my business (18+MDNI)
Smut: Keeho eats reader out not much else to say
Pairing: Keeho x reader
Genre: smut
Warnings: Cunnilingus, reader records keeho, face riding, tongue fucking, blowjob, 69
Word count: 2.8k
Authors notes: Self indulgent I want you to feel like ur in the fic okay bye (longest fic title ever award)
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"OW! Did you just bite my ass?" You craned your neck back to glare at Keeho.
He’d been using your ass as his pillow for the past thirty minutes, sprawled behind you while you lay belly-down on the bed. He tried to hide his sheepish grin as he leaned in, his lips soothing the sharp sting, kissing slowly over the faint indentations his teeth had left.
"Mmm," he hummed until he met your bewildered gaze, eyes wide and innocent. "Sorry! I couldn't help it."
His fingers kneaded the flesh gently now, pushing your oversized t-shirt further up your thighs. He peppered soft kisses along the newly exposed skin, humming under his breath.
You sighed, unsure if you should feel irritated or amused. "Whatever…"
You turned back to your phone, trying to ignore the low flutter in your stomach.
A second later, strong hands flipped you onto your back with ease and you gasped.
Keeho laughed—that signature, high-pitched schoolgirl giggle that you loved oh so much—and you narrowed your eyes, feigning annoyance. "What now?"
He beamed up at you from between your legs, mischief sparkling in his usually sharp, slitted eyes. They were wide and round now, akin to a kid in a candy store, and you didn’t trust that look one bit.
He pouted dramatically at your reaction. "Why are you already annoyed by me?"
A giggle escaped you despite yourself. You reached down, brushing your thumb over his pouting lower lip where his head rested heavily on your thighs. "Because I feel like you're up to something…"
He shook his head unconvincingly. "I'm not!" But he was already shifting. He lifted your leg, draping it over his shoulder, nestling himself deeper between your thighs until his head rested snugly against your lower stomach. You looked down the length of your body at him, slightly breathless at the sight.
His lips pressed softly against the strip of skin exposed between the waistband of your underwear and your bunched-up shirt—tiny pecks at first. Then he lifted his head, delivering slower kisses that made your skin tingle.
"Not up to anything, huh?" you whispered, feeling the curve of his smile against your hip bone. Sneaky little shit.
"I've been thinking about doing this all day, actually. Just didn't wanna jump you the second I got here." His breath fanned hot over your sensitive skin.
You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "How classy."
He nipped the skin of your lower stomach in warning, just hard enough to make you clamp your mouth shut with a surprised yelp.
He repositioned himself, arms hooking firmly under your thighs, spreading you just a little wider as he stared directly at your center. A faint, telltale damp spot darkened the fabric right over your core.
He couldn't hide the smug smirk that tugged at his lips.
His eyes lifted to yours, finding you watching him intently. He held your gaze and leaned down to press a delicate kiss right over your clit through the fabric.
You gasped softly, a jolt of pleasure tightening the tension coiling in your lower belly. He rubbed the bridge of his nose slowly over the damp spot, breathing in deeply before exhaling a warm sigh.
"Fuck... you smell so good."
You whined as his long tongue darted out to lick from your entrance up to your clit over the fabric. He licked his lips, savoring the feeling, then did it again, slower this time. Your skin felt like it was on fire, the pressure from his tongue combined with the wet drag of the soaked cotton was deliciously torturous.
Your hand loosened around where you had been clutching your phone and an idea sparked. You reached down, carding your fingers gently through his soft hair. "Kyo?"
He tilted his head up, resting his chin lightly on your mound, those big eyes fixed patiently on yours. "Yeah?"
"Can I... can I record you?" you asked, suddenly feeling shy under his intent eye.
He looked surprised for a split second, and you quickly explained yourself. "It's just... you're leaving for tour soon. Need something for when I miss you..."
His eyes darkened, your words sending a sated throb right to where his hips were pressed into the sheets. "God you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Of course you can, baby."
Relief and a flush of excitement ran through you at his enthusiasm. You smiled sweetly at him, quickly opening the camera app and hitting record.
He didn’t break eye contact with the lens, or with you behind it.
He leaned back in, pressing another open-mouthed kiss right over your covered clit, his tongue poking it firmly this time. You gasped, clutching the phone tightly in your grip.
His long tongue was relentless, licking up the entire length of your pussy through the soaked fabric, then zeroing in, circling the outline of your clit as you writhed below him. "Fuck... I can taste you through these. Taste even better than you smell."
You could see the concentrated dip between his brows as his jaw worked you.
"Oh god—!" you gasped out, hips jerking reflexively at the sudden, wet pressure. You breathed out his name desperately, your voice catching as he started sucking right where you needed him most. "Right there... Kyo please..."
He squeezed your thigh in response, now alternating between broad licks that made you arch slightly off the bed and tight, rapid flicks focused solely on the tiny bundle of nerves hidden beneath the thin cotton.
"Gonna soak through everything, aren't you?"
His nose nudged against you as he worked, breathing you in. Every so often he glanced back up at you, his lips curling with pride at the desperate little sounds escaping you.
"Look at you... filming me like a good girl while I eat you out. Gonna fuck yourself to it later right? Wishing your fingers were my tongue?"
The fabric was thoroughly soaked now, translucent in places, plastered to your sensitive folds. You could see the outline of his tongue pressing against it, seeking your entrance. Your hips twitched helplessly towards his mouth.
"You feel- ngh..s-so good!" you whimpered.
He chuckled darkly against your heat and pulled back just enough to hook his thumbs into the sides of your underwear. He looked up at the camera, then directly into your eyes, tugging the soaked fabric up and taught against your aching core. The sudden, searing pressure and friction, grinding directly onto your hypersensitive clit, tore a ragged cry from your throat.
"Keeho! What the—fuck!" Your back arched high off the bed, hips writhing helplessly against the unexpected torment.
He watched, mesmerized, as the cotton stretched and sank deep into your swollen folds. A low groan rumbled from his chest. He was two seconds away from grabbing the camera from you to capture the perfect sight.
"Look at you," he breathed, voice thick with lust, eyes fixed on the obscene display. "So fucking desperate, want your pussy ate so bad huh." He pressed hard, open-mouthed kisses over the stretched fabric, each one hitting you with a mix of pleasure and pain that made you eyes roll back in submission.
Then, with agonizing slowness, he peeled the ruined underwear away. The cool air hit your glistening heat and he paused to stare at your bare cunt. You were utterly drenched and squeezing around nothing, folds slick and shining, your clit a hard, needy peak.
A thick rope of your arousal stretched from your entrance down to the sheets and keeho’s tongue swept over his lips, starved by a hunger that could only be sated by you.
"Fuuuck me," he groaned before quickly leaning back in to catch the slick with his tongue, moving up to press against your fluttering hole.
A depraved moan tore from him as your taste flooded his senses. "God, baby… I could do this for hours," he moaned against your skin, one hand splayed on your lower belly, the other clamping your thigh down hard. "Gonna drown in you. Pussy so pretty." He panted before diving back in.
He lapped deep at your entrance, drinking greedily, the blunt pressure and slick glide drawing helpless whines and lifts of your hips.
"Need more… please, Kyo…"
He trailed up, circling your clit with the very tip of his tongue, maddeningly light circles that had you begging, "Oh g-god…r-ngh—right there…" He spread your folds wider with his fingers, exposing you completely to him.
"Look at this perfect clit," he murmured, watching it pulse under his scrutiny. "Begging for me to ruin you."
He began flicking at it, rapid brushes that made you cry out, a broken sob escaping your lips.
Without warning, he inched down, his tongue stiffening as it sank shallowly into you, fucking you with short, insistent bobs of his head.
The sudden invasion and fullness stole your breath. "Soo fucking needy," his voice was strained against your flesh, eyes locking onto yours with fierce intensity.
He slipped in and out a few times before retreating to suck hard on your clit, drawing a new wave of whines from deep within you.
You couldn't lie still anymore. You needed to see him, so you shoved yourself up onto one hand with a groan, letting the phone fall forgotten. You needed to watch as he ravaged you.
The sight was exhilarating. The powerful muscles of his back flexed as he feasted, his hips grinding urgently into the mattress beneath him. Needing more, needing control, your free hand tangled roughly in his hair and pushed, grinding his face harder against your throbbing core.
"Fuck yes—" he whimpered, the sound muffled by your folds, and looked up. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, utterly wrecked and drunk on you.
Your slick coated his lips, chin, and nose, shining obscenely. The sight, so earth shatteringly carnal, made your own arousal spike tenfold.
"Keeho… look at you…" you breathed, voice trembling.
He didn’t pause. His voice was thick, slurred against your heat. "Need you closer...please, ride my tongue."
Heat flooded your cheeks, confidence and control dwindling.
"Oh, I-I've never…" But the doubt was crushed before it formed.
"Do it," he commanded, rough and urgent. "Need you on me. Need you grinding that sweet cunt into my mouth." He was already rolling onto his back beneath you, staring up, chest heaving, eyes burning with pure, feral hunger. "C'mon baby don't be shy, I've got you."
Heart hammering against your ribs, you swallowed hard. Shifting forward, you swung a leg over, positioning yourself above his face, knees planted beside his head. Hovering carefully, your gaze dropped to the massive bulge straining against his sweatpants as you shuddered out a breath.
Slowly, you lowered yourself. He wasted no time to begin lapping at you again, harder, more direct pressure aimed at your entrance
Your thighs trembled as you held yourself up carefully above him.
"Tired already?" Keeho taunted, breath puffing hotly against your sensitive skin. Without question, his hands locked onto your hips and pulled you down flush against him, seating you fully on his mouth. "Fucking use me."
A shocked cry tore from you as his mouth sealed over your entire cunt.
"Yes! Oh God, Kyo! Like that!" you cried, the sensations overwhelming. You found a good rhythm, rolling your hips hard against the muscle, bracing your hands on his abs for leverage.
Seeking a better angle, you leaned forward, lowering your upper body until your face hovered inches above the tent in his sweats. The evidence of just how affected by you he truly was.
Spurred on by the muffled whines getting lost against your core, you fumbled desperately with his waistband.
You shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, thick, flushed an angry red, the head slick with pre-cum.
He moaned deeply against your cunt at the release, his hips bucking off the bed in search of you.
You wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him to draw another strained grunt from his lips. "You're so hard Kyo," you murmured, then lowered your head and took him into your mouth.
The simultaneous stimulation was a shock to both your bodies.
"Fuck yes… suck my cock princess."
You obeyed, bobbing your head on his cock, taking him as deep as you could while trying to maintain the desperate grinding against his mouth. You swirled your tongue around his swollen head, lapped eagerly at the salty pre-cum leaking steadily, hollowed your cheeks to take him fully.
The taste of him, the sounds of him devouring you, the overwhelming pleasure radiating from your core pushed you towards the edge.
"I can't… Kyo gonna cum," you gasped around his cock, voice shaking. "Please can I? Wanna c-cum on your tongue."
"Cum baby," he obliged, voice raw and ragged. He latched onto your clit like a man possessed, licking and sucking to drive you over the edge.
Your back arched as a choked scream ripped from your throat around his cock. Your thighs clamped around his head as wave after blinding wave of ecstasy crashed over you.
The intense pulsing of your cunt around his tongue mixed with the way your throat squeezed his cock shattered Keeho’s control completely.
"Gonna cum baby, gonna cum in your throat— Fuck!" With the last bit of control he had left, he bucked hard up into your mouth. Thick, hot pulses of cum shot down your throat as his own climax ripped through him.
"Swallow baby, god just like that—that's my good girl."
You obeyed his instructions, swallowing with a gag as you milked him through the last shuddering pulses as aftershocks still rocked your own body. Spent and trembling uncontrollably, you collapsed forward onto his stomach, his softening cock slipping from your lips with a soft, wet sound. Beneath you, Keeho was panting, his face still buried blissfully in your thighs, right where he wanted to be.
Silence fell as you both tried to gather your composures. Keeho turned his head slightly, pressing a final, exhausted, yet tender kiss to the inside of your trembling thigh. His lips were sticky against your skin. His voice, when it came, was a wrecked whisper laced with pure satisfaction. "Mine."
You felt boneless, utterly spent, your cheek pressed against the firm warmth of his stomach, the frantic thud of his pulse beneath your ear slowly calming.
"Okay," he murmured through the silence. "Gotta move, baby." His hands slid carefully under your hips. "Lift up for me? Just a little." You managed a weak groan, pushing yourself up slightly on trembling arms. With a gentleness completely opposite to how fiercely he’d just held you, he eased himself out from under you, mindful of your sensitive, trembling limbs.
He guided you down onto your back against the pillows, your legs feeling like jelly.
Before you could even catch your breath fully, he was leaning over you. His face, still glistening with your slick, met yours in a kiss that was nothing less than deeply intimate. You tasted each other on your tongues; It would have been strange to anyone else but in the hazy aftermath, it felt like your souls were intertwining.
You kissed him back, your hands weakly finding his shoulders, your breaths mingling as you both simply breathed each other in.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his dark eyes soft and satisfied. "Fuck," he breathed, a lazy smile playing on his swollen lips.
You managed a weak smile back, still catching your breath. "Yeah."
He shifted then, turning onto his side beside you. His hand reached out, fingers grabbing the forgotten phone lying screen-up on the crumpled sheets nearby. The screen was still on, likely having recorded nothing but darkness. He glanced at it, then back at you, a playful glint returning to his eyes despite his exhaustion.
"Why'd you stop recording?" he asked, his tone light, teasing. He tapped the screen. "Missed the best part."
You stared at him like he was insane. The sheer absurdity of the question, after what had just transpired, cut through the haze.
"Sorry," you said flatly, your voice still a little hoarse. "I was a little distracted, too busy sucking your cock."
Keeho stared at you for a split second then a loud, surprised snort of laughter burst out of him. He threw his head back, the sound rich and genuine, echoing in the quiet room. "Jesus, so vulgar." He wheezed, shaking his head.
He tossed the phone carelessly aside onto the bed turning back to you, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye though it mixed with the drying slick on his cheek. "Look who's not so classy now," he grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners, referencing your earlier teasing jab.
"Not even 3 minutes ago you were telling me to suck your co—" His hand shot out to muffle your words, his face burning red. "Shh! What I say during freaky time is none of my business."
A tired, genuine laugh bubbled up from your own chest.
He leaned in again, his laughter softening into a warm, affectionate smile. His thumb brushed gently over your cheekbone. "But it was well worth it."
the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.
so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.
you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.
and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.
“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"
he lacks even the basic decency to look up from his own groin, refusing to acknowledge your presence at the foot of your bed. his chest heaves under an oversized anime t-shirt, hips giving a needy little twitch as the rattle of the motor continues to pleasure his nerve endings. he rolls his head back into your pillows, letting out a shaky, wet moan that sounds nearly pornographic.
“shh… wait a sec,” he pants, his voice thick and raspy; a world apart from his typically fast-talking cadence that usually annoys the shit out of you. “i'm almost there. don’t be mad, it just… it feels so much better than my hands…”
you’ve had the boundary talks. you’ve threatened to lock your door (which he can bypass anyway). you’re tired, your feet hurt, and the audacity of him sitting in your room, treating your personal drawer like his own candy shop without an ounce of shame, makes your blood boil.
you stride over to the bed, and before his overstimulated brain can register the sudden movement, you reach down and wrench his hand away from his grip, sending the toy clattering onto the floorboards.
“hey!” he whines, a petulant, spoiled-brat pout instantly forming on his lips as his eyes finally dart up to yours. “i was literally right there! c’mon, that’s just cruel—”
unable to tolerate his dumb whining a second longer, you drop to your knees beside the mattress and clamp your hand around the bottom of his cock with intentional force. before he can even puff at the sudden restriction of his blood flow, you raise your other hand to land a stinging slap directly across the pink flesh of his tip with a loud smack!
satoru gasps, his spine arching off beautifully as his body spasms from the impact. his vivid blue eyes are now blown wide, blinking rapidly behind his spectacles while a miserable whimper spills from his plush lips. "do you think you can just use my things because you are too lazy to buy your own?"
to penalize his arrogance further, ensuring the lesson sinks into his imbecile brain, you squeeze your thumb and forefinger around the tender skin beneath the swollen mushroom head and pinch, using enough force to guarantee a lasting red mark.
the reaction is instantaneous. the agony of the nip, combined with another slap across his aching dick, pushes his nervous system into overload. satoru releases a startled shriek, his hips thrashing desperately as he tries to wrench his hips away from your horrific grip, thighs jerking against the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the blinding pain.
but your hands are unrelenting, and the torment only accelerates the climax. his cock throbs spastically as if its trying to communicate something using morse code before he erupts.
thick, pearly ropes of cum shoot straight up, splattering across his own flat stomach and the hem of his shirt, dripping down the pale skin of his abs.
“oh god—” he groans, voice cracking as his upper body collapses back into the pillows, the sudden impact knocking his glasses off his nose to land sideways on the mattress. he looks like a total wreck; his mouth hanging open, a thin strand of saliva bridging his lips as he stares up at you with dazed, dilated pupils that consume his baby blue irises.
even as the intense peak subsides, his hips give one final, weak roll against your hand, and he possesses the sheer nerve to smile—a lazy, unrepentant smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face.
“do… do that again,” he whispers, breathless and shameless as ever, cocking his head like an overly enthusiastic bunny. “slap it again for me..?”
katsuki goes absolutely feral smelling his scent on you. he’s possessive, borderline territorial. he doesn’t share his things and you’re his most prized possession of them all !! he doesn’t even like when other men are in your general vicinity, or so much as look in the same direction in which you’re standing. it’s that serious to him.
this is why katsuki loves when you smell like him so much; a subtle claim lingering on your skin that you belong with someone, belong to someone.
i love this idea that a side effect of your quirk causes you to dispel the scent of whatever you’ve consumed that day; you tend to stray away from smellier foods because of it. katsuki loves when you’ve had a sweet treat to snack on, smelling like sweet syrupy sugar or fresh juicy fruit <3 drives him crazy, and he can’t keep his hands off your body or head from out the crook of your neck breathing in your scent. it’s addictive to him.
that’s why it drives him so fucking crazy when you smell like him; it’s salacious insinuation. when you swallow his cum, and fall asleep in his arms smelling strongly of his own toasted caramel scent, its maddening to him. it’s nearly impossible for katsuki not to wake you up just to stuff your throat full with another slightly sweet tasting load. most times he can’t resist, slotting one hand in between your thighs and hooking two fingers from his other in your mouth, impatiently easing you awake. it’s hard for him to decide if he wants you to watch the face you make gagging around length as he releases down your throat, or the one you make when he’s fucking you full of his cum <3
the next day, the two of you sharing the same smell quite literally does drive him mad; katsuki is attached to you at the hip all day, head buried in the crook of your neck, hands stuffed deep inside the fabric of your pajama pants, gripping at your warm, plush thighs, sliding your panties to the side and dipping his fingers within your folds just for one more taste, one more reminder of the night before <3
he’s insatiable, practically floating on cloud nine. good luck trying to get him to let you leave his sight, let alone his iron clad grip on your body throughout the entirety of the day. days like these like these are productive in only one vein; katsuki gets to show you just how much he adores you and that quirk of yours over and over again <3
this post is based on this blurb <3
m.list | thank you @babycheech for this wonderfully lewd katsuki brainworm <333
synopsis: seongje turning into a whining pathetic masochist after his girl slaps him in an argument. lol.
cw: MDNI, aged up obviously, slapping, spitting, choking, biting, handjob, thigh riding, overstimulation, masochism, sadism, seongje crying lowkey, pet names
you wanted to see him like this. it was rare but the rarity of it was what got you going; seeing seongje below you, whimpering like a pathetic dog. you were in complete control and there was nothing more you enjoyed than abusing it.
after an aggravating argument with the poor guy under you, you lost your composure, ready to walk out of the door until seongje grabbed your wrists, dragging you back into his room. his domineering presence, threatening and intimidating, pushing you against a wall. in times like these, you felt helpless. you hated how he towered over you with that malicious glint in his eyes, teasing at you, pointing a finger at you with that shit-eating cheshire grin on his face. the smell of cigarettes clawed at your throat, punching you in the lungs. and that’s all seongje needed to have you cornered and submit to him.
but today, today was not the day. today he failed to do that. today you were the one to push at his chest until you cornered him into a wall and when he tried to stop your one hand, you used the other to slap his face. you didn’t mean to be violent nor did you mean to hurt him. you were just overwhelmed with the heat in the room and your anger and just him.
it was just one painful slap.
that one painful slap turned something in your boyfriend. something dark. something dangerous. as if he were possessed by a demon, his head slapped to the side, he laughed, adams’s apple bobbing and shoulders shaking. when he turned to you, your stomach churned in fear and anticipation— a sadistic coil. you were enjoying it. so was he.
“did you just slap me, sweetheart?” he raised a brow, that same snarky glint in his eyes.
“i did.” you breathed, staggering a little back from him seeing the maniacal, livid look in his eyes that could devastate a whole audience.
“my baby girl just hit me.” he stated to himself.
his eyes dead on you. the shift in atmosphere weighed down on you. it was hot and fuzzy and you couldn’t ignore the desire and need in your stomach from the way he gazed at you. seongje tilted his head back with a airy chuckle before coming to an abrupt stop. another look at your eyes and then at your lips.
“do it again.” he ordered, “slap me.”
“w-what?” you wavered, unsure of what just came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.
with another step back you watched him pull himself off against the wall to lunge at you. no second to breathe or grasp onto what just happened, seongje was onto you. he bit your bottom lip with a low groan. he glided his tongue over the bite before smacking another kiss to your parted mouth. it was more a kiss to your teeth than it was to your lips that were slightly trembling from the shock. he pulled away, breathless and red, sweat forming on his temple. a swift slide of his fingers and his glasses were off and thrown onto the night stand.
“don’t make me ask again, y/n.” he purred, his breath tickling your cheeks, “slap me.”
it took you a minute to register it all and you came to the realization that he’d probably do anything to get slapped in the face by his pretty girlfriend right now and you’d take advantage of that. take advantage of him. work him dry.
“what if i said no?” you asked, biting your bottom lip gentler than seongje had.
seongje tilted his head to the side in amusement, a low chuckle barreling in his chest, the fluorescent light revealed the red mark from your palm on his chisled face. his jaw was taut. that hunger in his eyes only raging by the second. every breath he took came out shallow as if he were holding himself back. you jutted your jaw out in false confidence, wanting to tease him more; get on his nerves until he broke.
“geum seongje. if you want me to slap you get on the bed.” you demanded with a light nudge on his shoulder.
you stood face-to-face with him with a smirk threatening to creep up your face. you enjoyed the slight, barely noticeable surprise in his face. it turned you on.
“don’t make me ask again, seongje.” you mocked him, “get on the bed.”
“okay. whatever you say, darling.” he complied with a nod and a smirk.
once he was on the edge of the bed, you swiftly straddled his laps, pushing him in the shoulders until he fell flat on his back with a low cuss. he raised a brow in question, amused, watching you crawl over him. your hair falling over his face as you bit his earlobe, a low teasing moan escaping your lips. by now, you could feel his hard-on pressing the side of your inner thigh through his sweatpants. you used your knees to push it down on his cock, earning a low groan.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, snaking his hands over your waist to stop you but you pinch him away earning another pained groan.
“you wanted this. so, take it.” you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing his hard on with your hand “you’re so hard. just by this? you’re pathetic.”
“fuck— are you—“ you undo the strings in his sweat pants, pulling it down with his boxers, springing his twitching cock free.
pre-cum dropped from his tip, causing you to giggle. you sat between his thigh, lightly rubbing your clothed clit against it.
thwack.
you spit on your hands, making a lubricant to use to rub on his hot cock. your strokes are slow and calculated, your fists balling on his cock as you pumped agonizingly low. seongje’s brows furrowed in frustration wanting more. he bucked his hips into your fist only to get slapped in the face. hard.
“sh-shit, baby, could you go faster?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“tsk. that’s not how you ask, now is it?” you tutted, shaking your head in teasing disappointment “say please like a good boy. hmm?”
you stopped moving your hands. waiting for his plead. continuing to rub yourself against his thigh.
“p-please.” his voice came out ragged and broken. you slapped him in the face again, his face turning red. his hair a tousled mess.
“say it louder, boy.” you urged. relishing in the desperate look in his eyes. he looked completely gone.
“fuck— please— go faster!” he begged swallowing hard.
“atta boy.” you took that chance to grab his throat with one hand to squeeze it hard with no mercy until he started to audibly choke and gasp. with the other hand you started stroking harsher and faster, making him twitch and whimper with a choke.
you squeezed his cock harder and his throat. thumbing his tip to make him more sensitive, his eyelashes lined with tears that you had never seen before and your thighs clenched agaist his thighs, rubbing onto your clit in an overwhelmingly hot sensation that made you moan a little too loud. seongje struggled in your hold, gasping for air when you let go of his throat. relentlessly, you pumped his cock upwards and down until hot, white spurts of cum splattered out onto your wrists and hand. but you didn’t stop. you forced your weight onto him, riding his thighs until you reached your own climax and closed your eyes to feel the sensation take over you. your panties were soaking wet, clit sensitive causing you to twitch and writhe over your sensitive boyfriend who looked like he was about to cry.
tears and drool fell down his beautiful face. his brown hair a mess, and his taunting smirk replaced with parted lips that released whimpers and low, guttural groans. he tried to grab onto your wrist one more time only to get slapped hard in the face by you. your hands pumped mercilessly on his cock, his body twitching and shaking from overstimulation.
a cry escaped his lips “gosh, y/n. slap me again. i love it when you slap me. please.”
“yeah? you like it? open your mouth.” you said, bringing your hand up to his throat. he complied, opening his mouth. a glob of your spit trickled sloppily down his mouth, some of it splattering onto his bottom lips “swallow.”
he swallowed hard, an embarrassing high-pitched moan leaving his mouth as he pleaded for you to slap him and you did. he pleaded again. slap. slap. slap.
“o-oh my god—ngh—“ he gasped with every sensation that struck every vein in his body, “feel s’good. fuck— just like that, baby, just like that.”
“f-fuck—i’m gonna— i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna cum!” he whined, holding onto your wrist for support. his eyes rolled back, mouth parting open into a silent moan. his deep voice now a pitch higher.
he came undone for a second time. bucking his hips up into your fist in desperate attempt to ground himself.
a thick rod of his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock. seongje drawled out a long shuddering sigh, whimpering thanks yous. his face contorting from the soreness of getting slapped over and over. poor boy looked used up. flushed red and droopy eyed. seongje laid breathless and used up below. a look of surrender making its way into his eyes as if to say “you won”. the asshole smirk of his wiped right off.
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a/n: reader is only a year older than him. imo seongje is super into 'the chase' and would think that someone older would be fun to romance. of course it is like fun to flirt and stuff but when it comes down to it, he's abit of a needy little puppy... lemme know what you think if you enjoyed it <3 likes n reblogs r alw appreciated
The PC cafe reeks of body musk, smoke and shin ramyeon, as usual. I'm already making the fourth ramyeon of my shift, carrying the tray steadily to the cubicle that ordered it. It seems that I had missed some action before arriving as PC cafe is dead silent and the customer sitting beside is slumped over the table.
"Your ramyeon is here," I interrupt, feeling the slightly horrified stares of those involved turn to myself.
My eyes and lips press into a half-hearted smile before resting the bowl on the table, doing my best to not meet their eyes so that I can get back to watching my show at the reception counter. As I turn to leave, someone grabs onto my wrist, squeezing it like a boa constrictor.
"Hey, aren't you gonna do anything about this? That little fucker slammed my friend's head into the table?"
I look back at the visibly middle-aged man holding onto my wrist and at the shaggy haired high schooler, and internally roll my eyes. It turns out that my eye roll was also external as the man yanks at my wrist and raises his voice, "Are you fucking with me or what?"
I sigh, "Sir, please let go of me, or I'll have to call the manager."
The customer snarls and stands up, chest flaring like a lizard making itself bigger to intimidate me. "Yeah, get your fucking manager here before I—"
I jerk my arm back, twisting my body for leverage, "Sir, the next time you do this, I'm going to have to ban you for making a scene."
I take a step forward to leave, but a flash of red suddenly moves in front of me. The kid moves fast for sure, but I'm faster, bumping shoulders as I make my way back to my seat and ignoring the sounds of protest behind me.
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Remind me to get new underwear, I text to my friend while squirming in my seat. After a long overdue spring cleaning session, I had thrown out all my ratty underwear with holes, but that meant that I had run out of clean underwear in the middle of the week.I basically tore apart my closet, clothes flying all over my floor in an attempt to find some semblance of comfortable panties, but alas, all I had left were my stringy thongs.
I could get used to the sensation of something between my ass cheeks, but the constant requests from the PC cafe customers to pick something up from the floor is starting to get on my nerves. It's honestly tiring to tell off the high schoolers, but the older men? Their sense of entitlement over my body bled from their leering eyes, leaning back and raking over my ass when I came over with their order of instant ramyeon or air-fried chicken. Honestly, thinking about it sends a shiver down my spine.
This has to be the third time this particular table called me over, the first time to complain about their taste of their ramyeon, the second to order a soda, which had to be ordered over the POS anyway. I ignored their snickering the second time round as the guy feigned ignorance and requested for help finding the drinks menu on the ordering system, which was utter bullshit since they didn't even send a drink order in afterwards.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I manage my best customer service voice when I approach their seat, "How can I help you?"
He grumbles, "I almost lost my ranked just now because your screen won't respond. You gotta fix it, what if I lose the next one?"
My left eye twitches, "Let me take a look at your computer."
A few cursory clicks and checks show that there is nothing wrong with the computer at all. I let out a sigh, turning around to tell the customer off, "There's nothing wrong with your computer at all. Don't call me over for stupid—"
A snap reverberates through the walls and my body, a stinging sensation blossoming at my hip. Did that motherfucker just snap my thong strap? The snickering and whooping that follow sound like nails on a chalkboard, and the bastard even decides to taunt me, "Princess, what's wron—"
My hand lands square on his face, the impact of the slap stinging my palm. "Fucking bastard," I mutter under my breath, turning on my heels to walk away.
"Do you want to fight? Do you even know who we are?" His friend snarls while blocking my path, pretentiously cracking his knuckles. He shoves me back so hard, I almost stumble and fall, but not before seeing a hand flying towards me.
Shit. My leg takes a step back, dodging the hit. Silently thanking myself for the underwear debacle for making me forget my earrings, I curl my fingers and press the pads onto my palm before lunging at the man. The heel of my palm collides right on his jaw, forcing spittle onto the floor.
He holds his jaw and storms after me, pained and fuming. He lets out a low growl before his hands shoot out in an attempt to grab me. As I jump back to dodge him, the noisy rustle of a polyester jacket acts a foreshock for the punch that lands on his face.
His head lolls back from the impact, hanging from his neck. A fist grips onto his shirt neckline, holding his body away as another slams back onto his head. The assailant takes a look at the shocked faces of that moron's friend group before a playful smile carves itself on his face and he slams another blow onto his victim's face.
"Hey! That's enough. One more and I'll have to ban you too."
His fist stops mid-air, his crazed eyes boring into mine now, daring me to say something or back down.
"I literally see you here every other week, do you really want to get banned?"
It seems that the negotiation in his head goes in my favour as he releases his grip on his victim, letting the man collapse onto the floor.
"How are you going to ban your saviour, huh?"
I can't help rolling my eyes, "I didn't need your help."
He scoffs, "You don't ban these shitheads here anyway."
My head turns sharply to stare at him proper, taking in the planes of his face. Isn't this the kid that allegedly slammed someone's face in a few years ago? Fuck, I really should have banned him too back then.
He smirks again as recognition flashes through my widening eyes, "I'm hurt. I've always remembered you, but I'm just a customer to you, huh?"
My face twitches in disgust at his faux pitiful look, his pout hanging dramatically off his face, "There's literally hundreds of you in here."
"Aww, you can remember me now. I'm Geum Seongje."
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A annoyingly familliar whiff of cologne sets off my instincts and my body internally cringes at the anticipated bullshit to come.
"Noona!"
My eyes preemptively roll themselves under my eyelids before they flutter open.
Seongje has his signature gummy smile plastered on his face as he leans over the reception desk, "You look pretty today."
"I'm pretty everyday."
He chuckles, " Yeah, but you're extra sexy today. Did you do something with your hair? Or is it a new lip gloss?"
I look up from my notebook, resisting the urge to answer him with anything but a cold blank look. I did dress up a little today considering I had plans with my friends after this shift, but he didn't need to know that.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm gonna get hard."
"Jesus Christ," I mutter under my breath, rolling my eyes as he bursts into laughter, body rocking with each laugh. "Just go to your cubicle, Seongje."
He leans over the counter, chest heaving slower from his laughter dying down. "Noona, I'm serious," he says. "I could treat you better than those university boys, hm? Noona, just give me a chance. They can't go down on you like I can, I can make you squir—"
"Oh my god, shut up!" I whisper-shout after clapping my hand over his mouth, my face flush with embarassment. His plush lips are smirking in the palm of my hand, a glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes before he starts licking at my palm.
"What the fuck! Are you a dog?" I exclaim as my hand jerks back, wiping his saliva away on my shorts. His red lips glisten under the LED lights of the PC cafe as he licks them slowly, as if he's savouring the taste of my skin.
"I'll bark, noona, anything you want. I can do alot more than licking if you let me." Seongje laughs before leaving me to burn in the wake of his words.
The rest of my shift goes as normally as it can, with the occassional pickup line from Seongje when I'm serving his food and the heat on my cheeks cooling off in the air conditioning, his shameless flirting to be forgotten with the passing hours. Catching up with my high school friends was nice, swinging by old haunts like the stationery store we used to frequent after school and exploring new ones like the bar that opened right as our university semester started. The cool night air runs its fingers through my long hair as I bid my friends goodbye and set off towards the bus stop.
"Noona, are you waiting for someone?"
Seongje?
I gingerly take off my earphones and the familliar rustle of his polyester windbreaker greets me as he sits next to me.
"Noona, your cheeks are red, did you drink tonight?" He leans in, finger inching close to my face.
I turn my face away, unamused. "So what if I did?"
"It's not safe to be out alone. Let me send you home at least."
A scoff escapes my throat, "So you can stalk me? Hell no."
"Is that really what you think of me? Noona, if you have a boyfriend, then I can show you how much better I am."
"What's wrong with you?" I squint at him, "Go flirt with someone your age."
Seongje scrunches his face up cutely, teasing smile growing on his face, "Don't wanna."
I am at a loss for words. The fake suave and nonchalant Geum Seongje acting cute? All I can do is to fake a gag. Seongje holds back a laugh before eventually giving in to the chuckling, swinging his leg over the bench to face me straight on.
"I'm not even that much younger, noona. I can show you, I'm grown in other ways too."
He lets out a breathy exhale, staring into the space behind me. Strangely, there is no acrid smell of smoke lingering around him.
"Seongje, you stopped smoking?"
"Mhm, you don't seem to like it." His voice drops to a whisper, leaning close to my ear, "Plus I want to keep my mouth clean for your pussy."
I pull away from him almost instantaneously, an incredulous look masking the weirdly satisfying twinge in my heart, "You're impossible, oh my god. Is that all you think about?"
He nods enthusiastically, his signature gummy smile a stark contrast to his hungry eyes.
"You… you really like me, huh?" I say quietly.
"Noona, you know better than me how I feel about you."
A beat passes, forcing me to sit with all of my thoughts that come flooding in. The way I've grown used to his habits, anticipating and even looking forward to seeing him at the PC cafe. Not to mention, the constant flirting that kept me up during excruciatingly lonely nights. His promises rang in my ears everytime my long nails scratched at my labia, ruining the high I built up for myself. God, I must be pent up, to even consider taking him up on his offer. How desperately do I want to get off?
Seongje's still staring at me with the same intense look.
A sigh escapes my lips. "Is anyone at home tonight?"
His imaginary tail is practically wagging in the corner of my eye as he leads me to his motorcycle and when he speeds up on the highways, forcing my arms to tighten around his waist.
"Seongje-ya, are you gonna be a good boy for me?"
He lets out a guttaral moan, nodding desperately in the crook of my neck. "Please, noona, I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, I'll make you feel so good, noona. Please, please— let me—"
His tongue laps at my skin desperately, chasing a high only my sweat can give him, "God, noona, you don't know what you fucking do to me—" He takes breaks from licking at me to sniff at me, inhaling deeply and sighing like I'm the most fragrant thing he has gotten his hands on.
Having him up close and bare is enlightening. Who could have known about those broad shoulders he was hiding under his windbreakers? His chest is taut under my touch, every muscle defined with its own ridges and curves. His breath hitches with each trace of my finger, his body twitching under me.
His fingers ghost across my clothed torso, never staying in one place for too long as if my body is red hot. They shakily flit around my ribcage, to my waist and back around to my shoulders. I steady his hands, holding on to his wrists, "Touch me properly."
Another groan escapes his lips as his hands snake under my top, pulling it off of me. He runs his fingers across the lace details of my bra, mapping the design slowly into his fingertips. "Knew there was something extra sexy about you today," he mutters into my breasts, reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra.
His soft hair tangles between my fingers, the layers give me much to hold on to as I stroke his hair from the top of his head to his neck, exploring how each touch makes him quiver and pant. He thumbs excitedly at my breasts, circling around my nipple and sparking desire into my spine.
The grip on his head tightens as he presses kisses on my flesh, sucking lightly till he envelopes my nipple with his lips. The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his encircling tongue lapping at me sends shivers down my spine. Hushed whimpers escape my lips as I bite back my moans, afraid of being too loud so close to the front door, but he nips at me, running my bud between his teeth. It stings, god, it stings so bad it tightens the coil in my core, wetness pooling between my legs.
"Noona," he says between breaths and sucks, "If I suck hard enough, do you think milk will come out of here?"
"What— what the fuck are you saying?"
"Bet you taste super sweet, hm? Can I— let me taste you"
His hands descend on my torso, gripping and caressing till he reaches the waistband of my shorts. His nimble fingers undo the buttons, letting my shorts fall onto the floor.
The view elicits another guttaral groan from him, fingers busy toying with the red strap of my thong. "Did you plan on going home with someone else? Hmm? Or were you thinking about me, noona?", he says as he presses his lips to my pelvic bone.
"Shut up."
"It's okay, I think about you enough for the both of us. You know—, " he groans, taking a break from nipping at me. "I was so lonely when you left for university." He descends down my body till he's kneeling in front of me, nose deep in the soaked cloth of my thong.
The warmth of his exhales on my clothed pussy does little to stop me from twitching on his face, his grip on my hips tightening as he noses into me. The tip of his nose drags slowly up till it rubs against my clit, and a satisfied sigh escapes my lips.
"Is your clit here?" He rubs his nose into the same spot, guiding my hips into rolling onto him.
"Seongje-ya, take my panties off for me. Let me feel you, 'kay?"
His hands scramble to tug my thong off, almost falling face first onto the wall behind me as he presents his face for me again. "Yes, yes, I can— I can do that for noona." He pleads in hushed whispers, enthusiastically pawing at my hips, "Use me, please."
My breath hitches again as the wet tip of his nose nudges against my clit and his lips curl into a smile against my skin. The pecks he gives my pussy is shy and wet, not once daring to even let his tongue have a taste.
"Mmh, Seongje." My stifled murmurs seem to only excite him more, pressing his face closer into me and letting his hands wander aimlessly on whatever part of my body he can. Finally, he dares to stick his tongue out, letting me grind onto the flat wetness. His breath is still warm, breathing so heavily I think for a moment that he might pass out, but then he lets out a strangled moan, signalling that he's alive and well.
"Seongje-ya."
I grip onto his hair, gently angling his face to look up at me. "Didn't you say you could make me squirt? Hm? Why am I doing all the work, Seongje-ya?" He lets out a long drawn out sigh when my hands tighten around his shaggy locks, tongue stiffening to a point when I grind my clit down on to him. "How are you gonna be better than the boys at university if all you're gonna do is kneel there like a dumb puppy?"
A whine leaks out of him and he mouths at my pussy as if he's kissing someone, "Want you to feel good— I'll do anything— that makes you feel good, noona."
The first suck on my clitoris is humbling. The little shriek I let out knocks whatever arrogance I had out of me the moment he hollowed his cheeks around my bud, squirming against his mouth and the wall. The sounds he makes as he slurps at me is vulgar, a conversation punctuated by squelches and whimpers. I crumple into myself, legs squeezing onto the side of his head and my grip on his hair getting loose as I scramble to hold myself up.
My legs buckle with a particularly lewd drag of his tongue, "I'm— i'm gonna— fall, oh my god, oh my—"
Seongje's hand reaches up to support my hips, pushing me up on the wall. He lightly squeezes my ass before pulling away from me, the bottom of his face still shiny from eating me out, "Move to the bed?"
"Ugh, yes please."
Whatever brief respite I had with moving to the bed didn't last because Seongje can't keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself. He touches the curve of my hips softly, steering me towards the bed while drawing circles, "Noona, your pussy is kinda small. What if you squeeze my tongue off then I'm only gonna have half a tongue?"
My back twitches from his chaste kisses, "Sounds like a 'you' problem."
"You're so mean," he whines.
"If it's too small for you then…" My words trail off as I settle onto the firm mattress, propping my torso up with my arms, "I can just leave."
A sick satisfaction blooms in my heart, tugging the corners of my lips up into a faux innocent smile. The way he almost trips on himself trying to get up from the bed and nearly forgetting the fact that he was laying on me and would nose dive straight into my legs before finally catching himself was scratching an itch I never knew could be fulfilled like this. He babbles, "Noona, noona, noona", burying his face in my thighs pathetically.
Now that he's closer I can see that wolfish grin of his peeking out as he sucks at my thighs between his garbled string of pleads, his pelvis rocking slowly into the mattress. "You like this, Seongje? Hm? Running after me like a dog?"
Suddenly, he wraps his arms around my legs and my heart stops beating till I register that my face is pressed against the mattress. His arm definition is much more pronounced now as I steady my breathing, the silence pumping through the slopes of his biceps as if flipping me over was nothing. I bite back a sigh when he laughs softly, "Yeah, I like this so much. What about it?" His plush lips greet my folds again, tonguing the entrance gingerly, "Noona, will you let me— let me chase after you?"
The stutter and the reddened tips of his ears is supposed to make this romantic, but he has the most playful snarl resting on his lips as he alternates between sucking at my clit and easing his tongue into my pussy. It is as if we are opposite poles of 2 magnets, snapping together with a resounding click and the same warmth blooms again in my heart. "Seongje-ya, you should focus—"
With a forceful push of my hips, my pussy is flush to his mouth and his tongue presses into me. The warm intrusion elicits a moan from me, but he gives me no time to adjust before pistoning his tongue in and out, making sure to stiffen his tongue ever so slightly before it grazes my entrance. "Fucking mutt," I mutter under my breath, hips jerking down to match his pace.
It seems to excite him, seeing that he immediately moves onto sucking at my clit again, licking at it in broad strokes. The bedsheets twist in my hands as I hold on to them, my quivering legs don't do much to prop me up and all my weight lands square on his face. He lets out a strangled groan, pressing me into him more as he sloppily makes out with my clit, teasing the bud with light grazes of his teeth.
"Fuck, keep going."
His chin must be soaked from all the slick leaking out of me and his ears must hurt from my thighs squeezing the sides of his head. He builds up the warmth between my legs with his flicking tongue, maintaining the bullying pressure on my clit. The orgasm rocks through my body with a whimper and a buckle at the knees, body almost caving in as the wetness gushes out onto Seongje's face.
He slurps at me messily, chasing the mess with his lips, not caring that he's drooling out the corner of his mouth. He's insistent on swirling his tongue on my pussy, flat and long in the most vulgar way possible, rubbing against my clit and hole enough for short-lived tingles and a growing itch to chase the stimulation. I squirm against his hands, trying to move away from him, but he holds me there, uncaring that the throbbing sensation on my clit cycles between pain and pleasure.
I choke back a sob as my hole clenches around nothing,"Mmf, Seongje, please…"
My arms give out as release wrecks through my body again, chest heaving against the mattress. Seongje has thankfully moved onto pecking at my pussy lightly, "Noona, how many times can you cum? Should we find out today? Let's go again—"
"Are you fucking crazy?" I say between ragged breaths. "You— Don't you want to— want to use the condoms we bought?"
He whines, tongue flitting out to rub against my clit,"No, no, let me… let me eat you out again… Blue balls don't exist, noona. Let's go again, please, please…"
"Ugh, you fucking mutt." Finally able to pry his hands off me, I finally lay back and get to see what a mess Seongje has become. His crooked glasses do nothing to hide the glazed-over look he has in his eyes, nostrils flaring a little as he takes in fresh oxygen and tongue still licking at the remnants on his wet lips. "Why do you get to keep your clothes on, huh? You get to see me naked but I can't?"
He rolls over with no protesting, lazily sliding his boxers off. Saliva pools on my tongue as I take in the sight of his throbbing cock. It's thick, leaking and an angry shade of red at the tip. The wet sheen of precum glistens under the light of his dim bedside lamp. Seongje kneels on the bed as if he's presenting himself to me, cock bobbing with his movements, "Noona, do you like it?"
He laughs a little too proudly when I can't seem to tear my eyes away, a blush tinging the tips of his ears. Subconsciously, I bite the corner of my lip, "Mhm. You're a little thick, Seongje-ya. I think you're gonna have to stretch me out."
Seongje throws his head back with a strangled whine, "You're… noona. You're gonna be the death of me."
My legs part to make way for him and he slots himself between them as if he's made for it. The tip of his finger teases my entrance as he runs it along my folds, letting the slick coat the skin before pressing one in. My breath gets caught in my windpipe, his finger is thicker and longer than mine, pressing experimentally at my upper walls.
Fuck, I missed this, missed the feeling of having something in me. Seongje looks up with his glassy eyes, "Is this okay? Can I put another in?"
His middle finger is even longer, the tip ghosting across a spongy spot inside me. "Nngh, Seongje—", I clutch the sheets as he begins to spread his fingers, scissoring them inside me. If the stretch wasn't enough, his mouth has descended upon my pussy, licking at my abused clit.
"Shit! You— Seongje!" I cry out as the pleasure threads through my body again, coursing through my veins and my shaking legs. His breathing gets heavier as I clench around his fingers, his other hand too busy tempering my squirming hips, "Is this good? Noona, do you feel good?"
"Fuck, Seongje-ya, gimme your cock, hm? Put it in," I squeeze the words out of the warm blur of my brain, my feet desperately running along the length of his legs pleading with him. Seongje lets up finally, tearing himself away from me just to frantically paw at the pile of clothes, rustling his pant pocket to find the pack of condoms. "Yes, okay, yes, I— okay," Seongje stumbles over his words as he rolls the condom onto his hard length.
His eyes are trained on the sight of his cock lined up to the entrance of my pussy, unable to look away or take a breath. Words get stuck in his throat as he pushes in slowly, feeling me pulse around his length. He chokes back a quiet sob when he finally bottoms out, squeezing his eyes shut. I reach out to stroke at his hair, chest heaving as I adjust to the feeling of being full and stretched out.
His hips begin to rock slowly, his cock pumping out of me in shallow strokes. My hands grasp at his shoulders, a dizzying haze of pleasure taking over my brain. "Seongje, Seongje, Seongje," I say in hushed whispers, letting my hands run over the expanse of his back, feeling how the muscles ripple as he moves.
"Noona, noona, I can't—" His voice cracks a little, "You feel so good, I think I'm gonna cum right now."
A tiny smile breaks onto my face, "You're so cute, Seongje-ya."
Something seems to snap in Seongje. He hunches over and plants his mouth on my ears, nibbling at the cartilage. Squirming against his ticklish touch and his body caging me in proves to be futile as he draws his cock out of me and slams back in again.
"Seongje!" I cry out, fingernails digging into his back. His cockhead presses against a spongy spot inside me as he thrusts, whimpers falling out of my lips as a warm tension builds in my pelvis.
His hips buck at an ungodly pace, slamming straight into the same spot. His words slur into a repetitive prayer, "Noona, noona, noona, is this good? Am I good?"
"Fuck, yes— You're so good to me, Seongje-ya."
It's almost disgusting how wet I am, each thrust of his hips is coupled with a vulgar schlickshlickshlick. He keeps a bruising grip on my waist, holding me in place even though I squirm at every tingle down my spine.
"I— I'm gonna cum, noona," Seongje whispers, breath hitching when my pussy involuntarily clenches around him.
"Can— can I— cum inside, noona, please?" He begs, cock still drilling into my sweet spot, reducing me to nothing but whimpers and pants. His voice is so sweet and pleading, as if every fibre of his being wants nothing but me.
"Fuck, Je-ya—"
He chokes back a sob, "Can I— please, please, please— Let me cum…"
The knot building in me tightens, slick gushing out of me at the thought of his cum leaking out of me, him burying his flushed face into the crook of my neck as his warm spend…
"Lemme cum inside, please— I— I can carry the baby if you get pregnant—"
"Je, what the fuck are you saying—"
His thrusts are sloppier, desperately chasing a high, "Noona, please, please lemme cum inside. You feel so good— I'll— I'll give birth, noona. Just, just let me cum please, please."
His pussydrunk whines send a ripple through my body and my pussy clenches tighter around him, practically milking his cock. A groan rips through him, as he spills into the condoms, hips stuttering. My release comes soon after, after he continues to thrust into me slowly until a strangled whimper escapes my lips.
Seongje stays buried in me, cock softening a little and face nosing around my neck and jaw. I tilt my head back and let him press as many light kisses as he wants, carding my fingers through his hair.
When the sweat between us gets unbearably sticky, I nudge Seongje off as he protests lightly. Nonetheless, he rolls over and pulls the condom off before walking towards the back of his house. Staring up at the ceiling, I barely notice that he made his way back to the bed till a warm wet fabric touches my legs.
"Is it too hot?" Seongje asks as he tenderly wipes my skin down.
I shake my head, taking the time to admire his focused expression as he cleans me up like I'm a rare and fragile artifact, setting my limbs down gingerly after he was done. He murmurs while wiping down my arms, "Your hands are so pretty, noona. You should keep your nails long like this."
"It's kinda annoying though, can't do alot of things."
"But you have me. I'll do it all for you. I'll eat you out, I'll make you squirt—"
I place a hand on his, "Okay, that's enough."
"You know its true though."
After changing into some of his spare clothes, I lay on his outstretched arms on his bed, staring at the light coming in from the windows.
"Noona,' he whines. "Take me with you when you go back to school, hm?"
I pretend not to hear that, closing my eyes and hoping that sleep takes over me.
I can already see his cheeky smile as he shakes my shoulders and whines again, "Noona, take me with you~"
hii...i absolutely love your works with seongje..can you take this request where seongje is the reader's bf and he finds out they the reader is best friends with eujang gang?...thank you 🥰
Neon Reputations
Pairing : Geum Seong-Je x reader
Genre : Fluff
Warning: Mention of violence, swearing and ooc
A/N. : sry if u dun like it tho, i can’t think anything welp”) every interaction is appreciated pretties!!
Dating Geum Seongje is not all sunshine, pretty dates, and playful arguments that end with him kissing your forehead like he did nothing wrong.
There are ugly parts too.
Yes, he is attractive enough to make girls stare at him wherever he goes, charming in that dangerous kind of way that makes people curious about him even when they know they should stay away, but you also have to deal with random girls trying to flirt with your boyfriend right in front of you as if you are invisible.
Yes, he spoils you more than anyone ever has, buying you things just because they remind him of you or because you stared at them for more than five seconds, but you also have to deal with him disappearing without warning whenever Union business gets serious.
Yes, he fights well, almost too well, but it also means you spend half your life patching cuts on his knuckles and cleaning blood off his face while he sits there acting like he is perfectly fine.
And yes, he spends most of his free time with you, follows you around like your personal shadow whenever he can, and remembers tiny things about you that even you forget yourself, but sometimes he still has no idea how to communicate like a normal boyfriend instead of someone who threatens people for a living.
Being loved by Geum Seongje means being protected all the time, whether you asked for it or not.
If he cannot follow you himself, he sends Baek Dong-ha or Do Seong-mok instead, because those are the only people he trusts enough to keep an eye on you without screwing things up. He knows you are more than capable of slipping away from random Union kids if you really want to, but that does not stop him from worrying anyway.
At least he stopped sending strangers after you once you admitted it made you uncomfortable.
That alone was probably considered progress for someone like him.
Geum Seongje knows every single one of your classmates and almost all your friends, not because he enjoys socializing but because he likes knowing exactly what kind of people you spend your time with. He never outright tells you his opinions either. Instead, he silently watches them from afar, analyzing the way they speak to you, the way they look at you, the intentions hidden underneath their smiles before deciding whether they deserve to stay around you or not.
And if someone happens to be talking to you only because they want homework answers or favors?
Well.
They usually stop showing up near you after that.
You never understand why you somehow avoid fake friendships so easily, but your boyfriend makes sure of it behind the scenes.
You also have online friends, though the one you are closest to is someone named WhiteDumpling (Seo JunTae)
You never asked for his real name, only knowing that he is another high school student around your age who likes games, memes, and complaining about school as much as you do.
Of course Seongje knows about him too.
One time he logged into your Roblox account just to “check something,” ended up playing games with WhiteDumpling for almost an hour, and afterwards spent the entire night asking if you were absolutely sure WhiteDumpling was not secretly a girl.
Now, however, Seongje is out in Seoul with Na Baek-jin for some important Union business that apparently requires both of them to be there personally, which probably means somebody is getting beaten half to death.
Dong-ha and Seong-mok are busy at the bowling alley too.
And you?
You are painfully bored.
You are scrolling through TikTok in bed when a notification suddenly pops up.
WhiteDumpling22 added you to a group chat.
You blink curiously before opening it, only to find three more usernames already inside.
RED Lettuce.
KickKick.
Blackpen.
Which somehow sound even more ridiculous than WhiteDumpling.
Seo Juntae immediately starts introducing everyone like an excited child showing off his new toys.
RED Lettuce is apparently Park Humin.
KickKick is Go Hyun-tak.
And Blackpen is Yeon Si-eun.
You end up getting comfortable with them surprisingly quickly, mostly because Humin and Hyuntak talk so much that silence is physically impossible around them. The conversation jumps from manga to anime to movies to complaints about teachers assigning work like they enjoy ruining lives.
Si-eun, meanwhile, contributes absolutely nothing except the occasional thumbs-up emoji before disappearing for thirty minutes at a time.
You honestly cannot tell if he hates all of you or if that is just his personality.
Eventually, Humin and Hyuntak invite you to their basketball practice the next day.
And because you clearly make questionable decisions, you agree.
The next morning, you head to the address they sent, which thankfully turns out to be only twenty minutes away from your place. On the way there, you stop by a convenience store to buy snacks and drinks because showing up empty-handed feels wrong when you are technically meeting online friends in real life for the first time.
When you arrive, the basketball court is already loud.
Humin and Hyuntak are practically screaming at each other while playing one-on-one, both acting like the fate of humanity depends on who scores next, while Seo Juntae awkwardly watches from the side beside Si-eun, who looks like he would rather be literally anywhere else.
Si-eun notices you first.
Of course he does.
He quietly says your name, and suddenly all three boys turn toward you at once.
Humin immediately runs over like he just reunited with a long-lost sibling.
Hyuntak greets you with that stupidly bright smile of his.
Juntae looks genuinely excited that you actually came.
And Si-eun simply gives you a small nod before returning to his drink.
Very on brand.
Eventually, the awkwardness disappears.
You end up laughing more than expected, learning basketball rules from Hyuntak, listening to Humin ramble nonstop about random nonsense, and somehow oversharing your middle school heartbreak story after Juntae asks one innocent question.
Three hours pass without you noticing.
You are sitting on the bench catching your breath when your phone vibrates.
Your face brightens instantly at the contact name.
GS : wyd?
You : omg you’re alive??
You : out with friends!! yk WhiteDumpling and his friends!!!
GS : that girl?
You : HE IS A BOY I TOLD U THIS 100 TIMES
GS : whatever
GS : back this evening
You : really??? i’ll wait at your place
You : want to eat anything?
GS : hmm you
You : stop joking seongje im serious
GS : cup noodles are fine
GS : don’t tire yourself out
You cannot help smiling at your screen like an idiot.
Eventually, you tell your friends you have to leave because your boyfriend is coming back from Seoul.
Humin refuses to let you go until you promise to come to the arcade with them on Sunday.
Hyuntak tells you to block Humin if he gets annoying.
Juntae gives you two yogurt drinks “for you and your scary boyfriend.”
And Si-eun simply nods goodbye again like a mysterious divorced man trapped inside a teenager’s body.
You are rearranging the dishes for the second time when the apartment door finally opens.
Geum Seongje walks in with a wrinkled black shopping bag hanging loosely from one hand, fresh cuts still visible across his knuckles while his glasses rest low against his nose.
He still somehow looks unfairly handsome.
The moment you see him, you rush forward and throw your arms around him.
“Hi, handsome. I missed you.”
For a second, his body relaxes against yours.
“I missed you too, princess.”
His voice comes out quieter than usual as he presses a kiss against your forehead before handing you the bag.
Inside are two plushies.
Small. Cute. Ridiculously soft-looking.
You look up at him immediately.
“Thought you’d like them,” he mutters casually before sitting down at the table like he did not just melt your heart in two seconds.
You squeal softly anyway, already taking photos of them while he watches from across the table.
And honestly?
Seeing you happy like this might genuinely be his favorite thing in the world.
Not Union.
Not fighting.
Not power.
Just you smiling over something stupid he bought because it reminded him of you.
By the time you finally look up from your phone, he is already halfway through eating.
“Seongje, why don’t you shower first?”
“A shower can wait.”
You laugh quietly under your breath.
“Dirty bastard.”
He only smirks faintly before continuing to eat.
The next day passes lazily.
You two spend most of it at home playing games, watching random movies neither of you fully pay attention to, and occasionally arguing over snacks before making up five minutes later.
At night, Seo Juntae messages you.
WD : hello ___
WD : ur still coming tomorrow right??
WD : we’ll wait for u (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃
You : ofc see u tomorrow!!
You turn toward Seongje, who is lying beside you while playing games on his phone.
“Seongje, I’m hanging out with my friends tomorrow at the arcade. Wanna come?”
Without even looking up, he answers immediately.
“I’ll pick you up.”
The arcade the next day is packed with noise, neon lights flashing across every machine while teenagers crowd around rhythm games and claw machines.
You spend almost two hours running around with the Eunjung boys.
Basketball games with Hyuntak.
Zombie shooters with Humin.
Dance battles with Juntae.
Racing games with Si-eun, who somehow destroys everyone without changing expression once.
Afterwards, the five of you collapse into seats at a nearby café while debating what to order.
That is when your phone rings.
You immediately brighten at the caller ID.
Outside the café window, you spot Seongje approaching in his black windbreaker, cigarette resting between his lips while his usual unreadable expression settles across his face.
The moment his eyes land on you, his expression softens slightly.
Then he notices who is sitting behind you.
And instantly goes cold again.
You wave excitedly before dragging him toward the table by the wrist.
The reaction is immediate.
Humin’s face drops.
Hyuntak straightens up.
Even Si-eun looks mildly concerned.
“___,” Humin says slowly, staring directly at Seongje,
“are you being held hostage?”
Hyuntak subtly moves closer to you too, like he is genuinely prepared to protect you from your own boyfriend if necessary.
Seongje scoffs.
“The fuck?”
You blink between them in confusion.
“No? He’s literally my boyfriend. Wait—do you guys know each other?”
“None of you are fighting,” you warn immediately before things escalate further.
“Because I’m ordering food for everyone.”
And somehow, against all logic, they actually listen.
So eventually, they all end up sitting at the same table like some kind of cursed peace treaty that could fall apart at any second.
The atmosphere feels strange at first.
Not awkward exactly.
Just tense in a way that makes you feel like everyone except you knows something important.
You are too busy deciding between two drinks on the menu to notice the silent staring contest happening across the table.
Geum Seongje leans back lazily in his chair, one arm resting over the back while his cigarette spins slowly between his fingers, though his eyes never fully leave the boys sitting across from him.
Part of him genuinely considers leaving.
It would honestly be easier.
He knows exactly who the Eunjang guys are, and they know exactly who he is too. A few months ago, half of them would have tried throwing punches if they saw him standing this close.
But then his gaze shifts toward you.
You are sitting beside Seo Juntae now, enthusiastically arguing with him over which drink tastes better while Hyuntak keeps trying to steal fries from your tray only for you to smack his hand away dramatically.
And for the first time in a while, you look genuinely relaxed around other people.
That alone makes him stay.
Because before him, you used to have more friends.
After dating him?
Some people avoided you completely the moment they found out you were Geum Seongje’s girlfriend, acting like you personally committed crimes with Union, while others simply drifted away because they were too scared to be associated with him.
Yet through all of it, you never once blamed him for the loneliness that occasionally followed.
You stayed.
You stayed through the late nights, through the bloodied knuckles, through the disappearances and the ugly rumors and the fact that sometimes loving him meant standing beside a monster everyone else feared.
So the least he can do is let you keep the few people who make you smile like this.
Even if those people happen to be Eunjang.
Eventually, Seongje exhales slowly before looking directly at Humin.
“You bastards better not tell her anything about Union,” he says flatly, though the threat underneath his tone is impossible to miss.
For a moment, Humin actually looks surprised.
Not because of the warning.
But because Geum Seongje is willingly letting his girlfriend stay around them at all.
Humin studies him for another second before replying more seriously than usual.
“You better not break our best friend’s heart either.”
The words hang in the air for a moment.
Hyuntak immediately nods beside him like he has already decided he would throw hands if necessary.
Meanwhile, Si-eun quietly sips his drink while looking vaguely exhausted, probably wondering how his life somehow led to sitting at the same table as Union members.
Seongje lets out a dry scoff.
“What? You gonna kill me?”
“Try it,” Humin shoots back instantly.
And honestly?
You would probably be impressed by how dramatic they are if you were actually listening.
Instead, you return to the table balancing drinks and snacks in your arms while the boys suddenly go suspiciously quiet.
Your eyes narrow immediately.
“Why do you all look so tense?” you ask while placing the trays down carefully.
“You guys look like sworn enemies or something.”
“No, princess,” Seongje replies smoothly before anyone else can speak, the corner of his lips lifting into a lazy smirk.
“Baku’s just upset because he can’t pull someone as attractive as me.”
Humin nearly chokes.
“The hell are you talking abou—”
“Oh my god not this again,” you interrupt quickly before another fight starts, immediately sitting between them like a tired kindergarten teacher separating violent children.
Hyuntak bursts out laughing.
Even Juntae looks like he is trying not to smile.
And surprisingly, Seongje actually looks calmer once your attention shifts back onto him.
So you start rambling instead.
About the dance machine earlier.
About Humin almost falling during basketball.
About how Si-eun somehow destroyed everybody in racing games while looking emotionally disconnected from reality.
Most of the conversation comes from you, Humin, Hyuntak, and Juntae.
Si-eun barely speaks.
Seongje speaks even less.
But both of them listen.
And slowly, the tension eases enough that everyone almost forgets they technically used to beat each other up.
Almost.
By the time the café starts emptying out, the sky outside has already darkened into deep shades of blue and orange.
Eventually, you all say goodbye outside the cafe.
Humin reminds you three separate times not to disappear forever just because you have a scary boyfriend.
Hyuntak tells you to message them once you get home safely.
Juntae hands you another yogurt drink “for the road.”
And Si-eun simply gives you a small nod before walking away with the others, hands shoved inside his pockets.
You wave until they disappear around the corner.
Then finally, you turn back toward Seongje.
The walk home is quieter.
Not uncomfortable.
Just peaceful.
Streetlights cast soft reflections across the pavement while Seongje walks beside you with one hand inside his pocket, cigarette resting between his lips as smoke curls into the cold night air.
For a while, neither of you says anything.
Then you glance up at him.
“You know…” you begin softly, fingers brushing against his sleeve,
“Thank you for today.”
He looks down at you then, finally snapping out of whatever thoughts were circling inside his head.
For the first time the entire evening, his expression softens properly.
Not a smirk.
Not amusement.
Just something quiet and fond.
The kind of look he only ever gives you.
“Anything for you, love.”
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