we’re just friends, right?
“we don’t have to compete… maybe we could share”
pairing: park jongseong x y/n x sim jaeyun
genre: smut, sort of f2l but f2fwb (why choose), written spin-off of this
warnings: 18+ (minors dni), porn with plot, plot with porn lmfao, alcohol, explicit sexual content, threesome dynamics, mfm, very very slight mxm undertones, power dynamics (consensual), strong language, sharing, jealousy, praise kink, soft dom jay, needy (sub lmfao) jake, a LOT of tension, drunk confessions, messy makeouts, ass spanking, oral (m.receiving), groping? idk girl it’s a threesome smut just read lmfao
word count: 7.8k
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disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. i am not claiming that this depicts enhypen or anyone involved in real life.
‘‘oh my god shut the fuck up’’
‘‘what? i’m totally serious y/n, i swear,’’ jake said while batting his pretty eyelashes at her, dramatic and charming even through the haze of endless soju shots.
y/n shook her head disbelievingly, an amused smile tugged at her lips, not buying jake’s story that he used to be a player in high school back in brisbane. she’s seen the pictures, she knows he’s bluffing, he was more of a church boy. but after god know how many soju bombs, innocent lies don’t really matter anymore.
even less when they come from pretty boy sim jaeyun himself.
the sizzling of the neon pig barbecue place enveloped their eardrums, their conversation drowning out the laughter of nearby tables and the constant clicking of glass bottles against metal. jay stood over the grill like it was the biggest responsibility entrusted solely to him, and him only. the other two were too busy chanting ‘‘CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!’’ at each other, that they didn't even notice that jay was drunk as well.
jay turned the pork belly as carefully as he could, watching the fat crisp and curl, the overhead lights making it seem more shiny and greasy, trying to ignore how every now and then, his flickered up to the two giggly idiots across the table.
their cheeks were flushed, from the alcohol, from the heat of so many grills being placed so close in such a tight space, and maybe from something else too. words were beginning to slur together, senseless comments overlapping, even the decibels coming out of their mouths had risen without any of them noticing. jay suspected his own face was just as warm.
‘‘why would i lie to such a-’’ hiccup ‘‘-pretty girl like you, sweetheart’’, jake slurred with a lazy smile, his eyes slightly unfocused but unwavering from her face. y/n scoffed softly, doe eyes widening in mock offense, ‘‘you’re unbelievable.’’
‘‘I’m honest,’’ jake corrected, leaning forward over the table with a shot glass dangerously swaying in his hand. ‘‘especially when i’m drunk.’’
‘‘that’s the problem’’, jay muttered somewhat loudly under his breath, flipping another piece of meat. jake shot him a look, ‘‘oh, here he goes’’, rolling his eyes half playfully. ‘‘here i go what?’’ jay replied calmly, though there was a faint edge of something beneath his composure.
“acting like i’m the villain for complimenting her.”
rosy-cheeked y/n laughed, reaching for the soju bottle again. her fingers slipped slightly against the glass before she steadied it. ‘‘so dramatic and for what, huh?, both of you’’. jay lightly scoffed, no bite behind it. jake watched her pour, watched the way her wrist bent, the way her hair fell forward slightly when she leaned. jay noticed that too.
‘‘careful,’’ jay said smoothly, reaching out and catching her wrist before she spilled again. his grip was firm but gentle. the contact lingered a second too long. jake’s eyes dropped to where jay’s hand circled her wrist. ‘‘wow,’’ jake murmured, ‘‘you’re quick’’.
jay released her slowly, ‘‘someone has to be’’. y/n swallowed. the restaurant suddenly felt hotter. jake leaned back in his chair, studying the two of them with lazy curiosity, ‘‘you’re jealous,’’ he said. jay didn't look at him, ‘‘of what?’’
‘‘of me,’’ jake replied easily, ‘‘because she laughs at my jokes and gives me plennnnty of attention.’’. y/n snorted, ‘‘barely’’. jake immediately grinned at jay, ‘‘see?’’. jay finally looked up, his gaze didn't go to jake. it went to her.
‘‘i’m not jealous,’’ he said a bit begrudgingly. ‘‘i just think he tries to hard,’’jay shrugs, tongs in hand. jake straightened, and put the shot glass down with a bit more of force than he intended, ‘‘tries too hard?’’, jake asks incredulously.
‘‘to impress her.’’
silence flickered between all three of them. the grill hissed loudly, maybe a bit too loud.
‘‘and you don’t?’’ jake asked, voice lower now, like he didn't even mean to actually say it out loud. jay set the tongs down deliberately, ‘‘i don't have to.’’
the words landed heavy. y/n felt the shift before she could even grasp it.
jake’s smile didn't disappear, it sharpened. ‘‘oh,’’ he said softly. ‘‘so that’s how we’re playing’’.
jay’s hand reached across the table to move a plate closer to her. his fingers brushed the back of her hand. not accidental. not rushed. controlled. jake leaned forward at the same time, his knee pressing against y/n’s beneath the table. neither of them moved away. she looked between them, breath shallow and a slightly shaky nervous laugh, ‘‘hah.. uh.. why does this feel like a weird testosterone competition..?’’
jake answered instantly, ‘‘because it is’’. jay’s jaw tightened slightly, ‘‘it’s not’’. jake glanced at him lazily, ‘‘then what is it?’’. jay didn’t respond right away. instead, he reached for y/n’s glass and refilled it himself this time, making sure time stops with it too, his thumb brushed against the curve of her knuckles when he handed it back. jake noticed everything.
‘‘see?’’ jake said pointedly, ‘‘he does that gentleman act.’’
‘‘gentleman act?’’ she tilts her head.
‘‘he pretends he’s not fighting for your attention,’’ jake said, eyes never leaving jay’s. jay leaned back against the metal chair again, ‘‘i’m not fighting.’’
jake tilted his head, studying him, then his gaze softened slightly when it returned to y/n. ‘‘you know…’’ jake said, voice dropping into something warmer, less teasing, ‘‘we’re both staring at you like this, and you’re-’’ quickly gulping down another shot, ‘‘-you’re just sitting there, pretending you don’t notice.’’
her pulse jumped. ‘‘i do notice,’’she admitted, quieter now. the air thickened impossibly so.
jake leaned closer, ‘‘and?’’
‘‘and what?’’
‘‘and do you like it?’’
jay’s steady and possessive hand found her thigh under the table, jake’s breath caught for half a second before he covered it with a slight smirk.
y/n didn’t pull jay’s hand away. which was answer enough.
jake’s expression changed, something bolder now, a little less playful drunk. ‘‘okay,’’ he said slowly, glancing at jay. ‘‘so… why are we acting like we’re competing?’’
jay’s eyes darkened, ‘‘jake.’’
“i’m serious,” jake continued, not caring for jay’s warning tone and glare, alcohol loosening his restraint. “we both want her attention. she’s clearly giving it to both of us.”
her heart hammered against her eardrums and the restaurant noise faded again into a distant blur.
jake’s fingers brushed lightly against the inside of her wrist, jay’s grip strengthened slightly on her thigh. “maybe,” jake murmured, gaze heavy, “we don’t have to compete.”
jay’s jaw flexed.
“maybe…,” jake continued, voice barely above the grill’s hiss, “we could share.”
share. the word settled between them.
not as something to laugh about, and definitely not as something you could ignore. no, not quite.
jay studied y/n’s face carefully, searching, trying to see if there are any signs of discomfort… or at least a twinge of excitement that mirrored his own sudden accelerated heart beat.
“if this is a joke,” jay said firmly to jake, “drop it.”
“it’s not,” jake replied.
silence ensued.
the neon sign outside flickered pink against the glass.
y/n looked from one to the other, neither of them were smiling now, but their eyes… she’s never seen this particular fondness on them, because they have this extra glint, this glint of desire that hasn’t been unleashed. but she must be so tipsy right? because there’s no way her coworkers, her friends, the guys she sees every single day, one of the hottest men to have ever existed, want to actually… share her?
god, this soju came spiked with LSD or some shit, she thought.
jay’s thumb traced a slow line along her thigh, jake leaned in closer, his voice softer, “you don’t have to choose between us.” jay’s gaze stayed locked on hers, “but you do get to decide what you want,” he added.
her breath came uneven, giving them half an answe when she didn’t pull away from either of them.
jay withdrew his hand first, inviting for a change, for a different night to envelop them in all its haphazard and hazy glory.
“we should go,” he said calmly, jake didn’t argue, because they all understood what that meant.
and this time, when she stood up with them, it wasn’t confusion that followed, it was deliberate desire.
and consequently, the taxi is smaller than it should be.
jake slides in first., she follows, jay gets in last, and suddenly there is no space left to breathe.
her thigh presses into jake’s immediately, jay’s leg is solid against her other side, the leather seat is warm and the air smells like cologne and smoke and alcohol.
the car starts moving. streetlights flash over them in waves, the taxi turns sharply and she instinctively reaches out and her hand lands on jay’s thigh. she stills for half a second. he inhales slowly, but doesn’t move her hand. instead, his own heavy hand settles firmly on her other thigh
jake goes quiet for a second, then he leans in. his mouth hovers near her ear, close enough that she can feel the heat of his breath, “you okay, sweetheart?,” he murmurs, his voice sounds different in this space, rougher, less cheeky, dripping his sultry honey.
she nods but her fingers cling a little too tightly against jay’s leg without meaning to. jay’s thumb presses into her skin, to ground her, and probably himself too.
“if you want us to stop,” jay says softly from her other side, “say it.”
there’s something unfair about how calm he is. jake’s hand slides to her waist to steady her when the car hits a bump, his fingers spread, thumb brushing the curve of her hip, “you don’t look like you want us to stop,” he whispers.
her pulse fucking skyrockets at that. the driver adjusts the mirror and she suddenly becomes aware of how they must look from the front, three silhouettes pressed together, too close, too volitional for random coworkers taking a nice taxi ride right?
funnily enough, those same coworkers are sporting hard-on’s through their dance practice pants while basically squeezing her leg like she’s the last woman on earth. perhaps that’s what the label meant when they encouraged for a close dynamic between members in the group.
the hotel sign appears through the window, white light cutting through the dark.
jake’s fingers tighten at her waist when y/n breathes a little too hard, a little too much of what faints of a pant. jay’s jaw sets and no one say’s anything. but, they don’t have to. their strained pants from their hard thick bulges and her lace panties sticking to her skin, courtesy of her creamy slick, speak for themselves.
the hotel room door clicks shut. silence falls heavy. there is no neon pig sign. no music. no laughter to make them forget about the no-return path they’re springing on.
jay doesn’t move immediately. jake is already a step closer to her, eyes dark and unfocused in that tipsy way, chest rising a little too fast.
but jay? oh baby, jay never rushes, never when it comes to y/n, he takes his sweet time.
he steps forward slowly, measured, like he already knows how this ends. jake’s fingers slide up her arm first, restless, needy. “you have no idea what you do to us,” jake murmurs near her ear, voice rougher now, less playful. jay’s hand settles at her waist, not tentative at all, this man is hellbent on not letting her go, his thumb presses slightly into her hip, like he’s grounding her there.
“easy,” jay says softly, but with a certain firmness that commands the attention of anyone in the room, but it’s not to her.
it’s to jake.
jake exhales sharply, half-laughing. “i am being easy.”
“you’re basically vibrating, don’t scare our girl away so soon,” Jay replies.
our girl.
y/n’s heart stumbles at that.
jake smirks but doesn’t deny it. y/n looks between them, heart pounding while jake leans closer, brushing his nose lightly along the curve of her jaw, barely there, but intentional. “tell me to stop,” jake whispers, jay’s grip tightens just slightly at just words.
“only if you mean it, baby” jay adds, his voice lower, steadier, “don’t agree to this just because you’re nervous. we would never do that to you, angel”
he’s not taking, he’s asking, but the control is in how calmly he waits. jake’s hands slide to her waist now too, but his touch is warmer, more impatient.
“you don’t have to pick,” jake murmurs, eyes flicking to jsy briefly. “i’m pretty good at sharing.”
jay looks at him. there’s a moment of tension, not anger, oh no. something darker like the idea of actually sharing the girl he’s been in love with for the past 5 years should bother him more, but instead jake’s words make his cock twitch.
“if we’re doing this,” jay says slowly, eyes never leaving hers, “we do it because you want it, not because we’re drunk, or because you feel forced to,’’ jay takes a small inhale, ‘‘we do it because you want us both.”
that line alone changes the fucking ambiance of the stratosphere. jay’s words of earlier somewhat ring in her little drunk head, because now she’s not caught between them, she gets to choose, she’s choosing both of them.
y/n inhales while her fingers curl in Jake’s shirt first, then she reaches back and grips Jay’s collar, tugging him forward deliberately, bold and with a needy force. her voice is soft but steady when she declares, “i’m not confused, i want you both” she says. jake’s breath stutters and subtly palms himself. jay’s composure cracks just slightly.
“good,” jay murmurs. jake laughs under his breath, almost disbelieving. “you’re fucking unbelievable, baby.”
she smiles faintly. “maybe.” she pulls them both toward her at the same time. “so, don’t make me choose between you two,” she whispers inches away from both of their lips, .
and that’s all the permission jake needs.
she crashes into him first, lips messy and desperate, teeth clashing for half a second before they find rhythm, and it sure as hell is not gentle, it’s hungry and it’s eating away their fears with their mixed tongues, alcohol warm and reckless between them. his mouth opens immediately, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all night.
“y/n, baby… good god… your mouth tastes so good-,” jake groans against her lips, voice breaking.
her mouth tastes like mint, smoke, and that strawberry flavored makgeolli that she loves so much, he tastes like peach soju and sin, his hands slide from her waist to her plush ass, gripping tighter, moaning like a needy puppy when he’s pulling her flush against him, like he’s afraid she’ll disappear if he loosens his hold.
but, she doesn’t let jay drift away
without breaking the kiss, her hand reaches back, fisting the front of jay’s shirt and dragging him in. she tilts her head just enough to expose her neck, silent invitation. jay understands immediately, he always does, he always grasps what she feels when others don’t even get close to caress it.
his mouth finds the sensitive curve beneath her ear first, slower than jake, more meticulously. his hands settle firmly at her hips, his thick fingers pressing into the soft skin there as his lips trail downward. jake makes a low sound when jay’s mouth touches her skin, the vibration of it brushing against her lips, jay’s kisses grow warmer, teeth grazing lightly before he soothes the spot with his tongue, leaving little love bites that will turn purple tomorrow, but a beautiful raw and vibrant red today. he’s not frantic about it. he’s marking territory with patience, he knows tonight is his forever.
“you’re gonna ruin her,” jake breathes, half warning, half praise. “she’d tell me to stop,” jay murmurs against her neck, but alerts proper consent and constant reassurance in the back of his mind, even in his slightly inebriated state, what a man.
and she doesn’t want him to stop, literally never wants them to stop, her fingers tightening in both of their shirts.
y/n arches her back just slightly back into jay while she deepens the kiss with jake, caught between heat and control, between desperation and restraint. the atmosphere fills with the sound of uneven breathing, with their quiet, sinful little noises neither of them bother hiding anymore.
jake’s mouth is still on hers when his hands start moving, fingers digging in like he needs something solid to hold onto. then, the fabric of her shirt bunches in his fists without him even realizing.
jay notices, of course he does, and yet, due to the fact that he’s jay, he doesn’t let himself fall behind, he doesn’t compete for her mouth, he competes for control.
his hand slides from her hip up her side tenderly, fingertips grazing beneath the hem of her top where jake has it bunched up just barely. caressing her velvety skin to make her inhale, to make her let out a whiny sound while grind her ass back into jay’s deliciously thick bulge, to get some sort of relief.
“patience,” jay murmurs against her neck, not even to her.
to jake.
jake groans into her mouth at that, “i am being patient.”(he absolutely is not)
jake’s hand slips under her shirt now, palm flattening against her lower back, warm and slightly rough, she gasps into the kiss and he swallows the sound immediately, chasing her lips again like he’s starving.
jay’s fingers finally push higher beneath the fabric, mapping her skin as slowly and meticulously as he can, palming one of her breasts over the bra with one hand, his other hand comes up to tilt her chin gently, guiding her mouth away from jake for a second.
“breathe,” he says softly, but with no room for arguments. for context, it’s not a suggestion, it’s a language he invented just for her, and good thing she studied because her lips part automatically.
jake makes a frustrated sound at the loss of her mouth, but instead of arguing he drops to her jaw, kissing there instead, then lower, messy and impatient, letting his drool fall out of his moist thickened lips and drip all over his impending doom. her velvety, sinful, fragrant skin, the one jake spent half of his nights since debut fucking his fist to the mere idea of grazing his lips over it even for a damn millisecond.
“you’re killing me,” jake mutters needily against her collarbones.
jay’s thumb traces the lower ridge of her bra, pushing it in slowly between the lacy material and her skin to occasionally to soothe her underboob. “she’s doing nothing,” he replies calmly. “you’re just weak.”
“shut up,” jake breathes, but there’s no bite to it. jay’s hands slide back down, then up again, slower this time, pushing her top along with her bra up her torso inch by inch. not ripping it, god he knows how much his princess loves her cute clothes. even if he doesn’t even damage a single thread of the garment, he makes a mental note to buy five thousand more of these bra’s for his darling stunning y/n. god knows how much he loves looking at her plush pretty tits in pretty clothes. while pushing her clothes up, he does it with the utmost care and lovesick fervor a drunken man can do, watching her side profile as he does it.
jake is watching too now. actually watching, his red rimmed and slightly glossy eyes wide as saucers, his mouth agape encompassed by his flushed plump saliva dripping lips, raw from devouring her jaw and collarbones like if he was an actual vampire and not only a contract concept anymore. like the line between the art and the artist never existed to begin with. his hands tremble and doesn’t know whether its a beer infused dream anymore because, how did his little brian conjure up such the most gorgeous and mouthwatering woman he’s ever laid eyes on? like he can’t decide whether to touch or just memorize.
“fuck, look at you,” jake says under his breath, almost reverent despite the haze of alcohol.
jay uses that moment, he turns her slightly, pulling her steady and firm back against his chest so her spine aligns with him. one arm wraps around her middle, steady and grounding. jake steps closer immediately.
his hands find her hips now, palms pressing into the skin that jay just exposed. his mouth finds hers again, softer this time but somehow needier.
one kisses, one grips, one whispers. one watches.
and every fucking time she reacts, even just a breath, both of them notice.
jay’s lips brush her ear, “still with us, pretty? you ok?”. then, she hums pleasantly, jake huffs while kissing the corner of her mouth and mutters, “she’s more than okay.”
jay’s grip tightens slightly, just enough to make her feel held, jake’s hands slide higher, slowly, this time not impatient, like he finally understands this isn’t about winning, that it’s about ruining her together with love and something a little more unrestrained.
jake’s hands are still on her hips when jay’s fingers hook more firmly into the hem of her shirt, he doesn’t yank it off, because to take it all off slowly, like seeing every piece of her, discovering moles and birth marks as he goes, eyes never leaving her figure.
“arms up, baby,” jay says softly. jay is never loud, never rude or even too brazen, but there’s no mistaking it’s a command, so, she obeys. jake exhales shakily when the fabric clears her skin, like he’s just been given something sacred. staring at her tits like they’re the most godsend creation man has ever come to know. what the fuck is an aurora boreal next to her plush, perky tits? those pinkish nipples are the biggest craving he’s ever had in his life, after her pussy of course, jake thinks. “god,” he breathes, “you’re unreal.”
jay tosses the shirt somewhere behind them without looking. his hands settle on her bare waist, thumbs stroking slow lines across her skin. “look at you,” he repeats jake’s words, more to himself than anyone else, “so fucking pretty.”
jake steps closer again, fingers rolling one of her pretty and hardened nipples, reverent now instead of rushed, his mouth trails over her shoulder, softer than before. “we don’t deserve you,” he mutters against her skin.
she lets out an almost painful laugh, breathless. “please- i-” jay’s hand moves to her chin again, tilting her face toward him.
“use your words, baby.” his tone drops just slightly. she feels herself getting wetter and wetter every time the clock ticks.
“i like it,” she says, voice small at first. jay’s thumb brushes her bottom lip, “yeah?”, he muses, “like what, princess?”
jake groans quietly behind her, “don’t make her spell it out.”
jay doesn’t even look at him, “she can.” his eyes stay on hers, grounding, waiting, waiting for the confirmation that she wants this at least a fraction as much as jay dies to feel, that the late nights pumping his own dick and whispering her name into the 2 AM void aren’t what this stays at, knowing damn well that jake had more 2 AM nights like that than him.
she swallows her pleas, her hands reach for them both now, gripping jake’s wrist at her waist, clutching lightly at jay’s shirt. “i like how you’re touching me,” she admits. jake let’s out a breathy moan from her words, jay’s mouth curves slightly, “better.”
jake’s hands slide up her arms slowly, pushing higher, then back down, leaving little open mouthed kisses all over her tits, letting his mouth do the memorizing for him.
“so soft,” he babbles, “i swear i could just look at you all night.”
“you won’t,” jay replies calmly. jake laughs under his breath. “no, i definitely won’t.” jay’s lips brush the side of her head. “tell us what you want, angel”
there’s warmth in it now. not just lust filled dominance. y/n hesitates for a second, her drunken senses almost leaving her to her. almost faltering at the thought that shes half nude in front of two people who mean the world to her. but as soon as it came, it left because her confidence flickers back in.
“don’t be gentle with me just because you think i’ll break.”
jake’s eyes darken immediately and licks his lips like it’ll help him not drool. jay’s grip tightens at her waist, “princess,” jay murmurs, almost amused. “no one here thinks you’ll break.” jake leans in close, nose brushing hers. “you’re so fucking dangerous to my health, pretty, i want you every day.” she smiles at that.
and this time, when she kisses jake, it’s slower, she takes her time to map out with her tongue his meaty beautiful lips, like she’s the one choosing him now.
jay watches for half a second, then his hands move again one sliding down her side, gripping her hip firmly. the other cupping her heat and helping her grind down, guiding, positioning her clothed pussy into his warm and rough hand, reminding both of them who’s leading this.
“good girl,” jay says quietly when she lets out a loud moan and grind down onto him on purpose jake groans and throws his head back, “don’t call her that like that.”
“why?” jay asks calmly. jake swallows, “because she likes it and she looks so fucking sexy i’m about to nut in my fucking pants”, he whines.
she does, and jay knows it. his lips brush her ear again, “you like when we tell you how good you are, sweetheart?”
this time she doesn’t nod, she doesn't even look away, she keeps grinding onto jay’s calloused hand and grabbing jake’s broad shoulders for support. “yes” she very clearly half moans, sounding out every single letter. and that changes the air in the room, because now she’s not just reacting, she’s completely taking action. ain’t that the sexiest thing to ever grace their eyes and ears.
jay’s smile is subtle but victorious whilst jake presses his forehead against hers and whispers, “you’re so beautiful like this. when you’re honest and just… raw.”
“she always is,” jay replies. and the praise isn’t just physical, it’s admiration and it’s awe. it’s almost romantic in the way they’re looking at her like she hung the moon and then decided to set it on fire, just for them.
jake is still hovering close when she turns her head but this time she doesn’t chase his mouth, she reaches back and grabs jay’s shirt instead. “come here,” she murmurs. it’s soft, but impatient. jay’s brows lift just slightly, like he’s surprised but not unwilling. she turns in his hold and kisses him, she kisses him like the world is ending and two fated lovers are about to have their last kiss that the milky way galaxy will ever have recorded in light years. her hands slide up his chest as she does it, fingers curling into the fabric at his collar like she’s grounding herself in him. like his presence as a whole makes her forget about every tiny thing in the world.
jake makes a small, offended noise. “wow,” he mutters, “okay.” she pulls back just enough to glance at him and smiles so hard her eyes form little crescent moons, part fondly, part wickedly, “don’t pout, pretty boy.”
“i’m not pouting.” he absolutely is, while his dick smears his boxers in precum from her simple and delightful petname to him.
jay’s hand comes to her waist again, firm, stabilizing, but this time he lets her set the pace, lets her deepen the kiss, and lets her explore the deep treacherous waters of kissing the love of your life and drowning in them.
and she does.
y/n kisses him slower than she kissed jake. softer at first, then deeper, her hand sliding up into his hair slightly, tugging just enough to test him.
jay exhales through his nose. “careful,” he murmurs against her mouth.
“or what?” she whispers back.
jake groans quietly behind her. “why do you sound like that with him.” she smiles into the kiss.
because that’s her jay.
she pulls back and looks between them. “take it off,” she says softly.
jake blink, “what?”
“your shirts,” she clarifies, reaching for the hem of jay’s first. jay sure hell doesn't argue, he watches her as she lifts it slowly over his head, her fingers dragging across his skin on the way up, she doesn’t rush it though, she stares this man down like she’s about to have a thanksgiving feast just for her ol’ self. and jay notices that, “like what you see?” he asks quietly. she nods instinctively, eyes being more black pupil than iris.
his thumb presses lightly under her chin, with the other hand he slaps her ass, not strong enough to leave a mark, but enough to promulgate a warning, “use your words, baby, c’mon, you’re a smart girl. now, don’t make me repeat it a third time, ok? do you like what you see, sweetheart?”
her gaze flickers up, wide as saucers as he spanked her, but eyes still dilated as fuck, a little more slick running down her thighs indicating how much she likes it.
“yes, jjongie” she coos half moaning. “i do.”
breaking the spell completely, jake lets out a dramatic sigh. “unbelievable. i’m literally right here.”
she laughs softly and reaches for him next, pushing at his chest until he understands.
“arms up.”
“yes ma’am,” he says immediately.
she pulls his shirt off slower than she did jay’s.
jake shivers when her hands trail down his chest afterward.
“you’re both so unfair,” she murmurs, almost to herself, jake beams at that, like when you get praised in front of the class for getting the right answer nobody else said. jay steps closer again, guiding them subtly backward until the backs of her knees brush the edge of the bed.
“better,” jay says quietly. “i don’t like you being uncomfortable.”
she sits first, because she wants to, and because she refuses to feel exposed standing there while they hover over her like rabid wolves.
and when she does, she gently pulls jay down by the wrist, “come here.” he kneels in front of her without hesitation, jake flops onto the bed beside her, immediately leaning in like he can’t stand the distance, “don’t ignore me,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“i’m not,” she promises, reaching for him with one hand while the other stays tangled in jay’s.
balance, that’s what this is.
jay’s hands settle on her thighs now, thumbs stroking slow circles through the fabric there, jake’s fingers trail up her arm, then down again, restless. “you okay?” jay asks quietly.
“yeah,” she breathes. his gaze sharpens slightly, “say it.” she meets his eyes, “i’m more than okay.” jake smiles against her skin, “that’s my girl.” jay hums approvingly.
and for a second, it’s not frantic, it’s not one of those hazy drunken moments that turn into tommorrow’s sorrows and regrets. it’s them, it’s y/n, jay, and jake. her hands start exploring their shoulders, their chests, mapping them the way they mapped her.
jake leaning in too much and jay guiding just enough. and the air between all three of them thick with something that isn’t just heat, fuck. it’s too much for y/n in the best way because it’s dangerous in a way that has nothing to do with skin, it’s literally trust of the people she loves the most in the world.
jay’s hand slides from her thigh to her hip and his thumb slides to hook into the waistband of her pants, but he doesn’t move yet, he’s meditating his next move.
he looks at her first, like her face contains the answers.
“lie back for me.”
she studies his face for half a second then she shifts, easing back onto the bed, propping herself on her elbows first before slowly lowering all the way down.
jake inhales sharply at the sight, jay moves with her, his fingers slide under the waistband slowly, not pulling yet, he’s testing, giving her all the time time to stop him if she wants to, jake shifts beside her, visibly restless now.
“you’re killing me,” he mutters. jay doesn’t react to him, his focus stays on her, “tell me if you want me to stop.”
“i won’t,” she whispers.
his eyes darken slightly at that, and then, slowly, he begins to pull the fabric down, as slowly as inch by inch, hands dragging gently over her skin as it’s revealed, like ancient scripture with the cure for the very sick and needy.
jake makes a broken sound in the back of his throat, “y/n, wow, you’r-” he cuts himself off, clearly overwhelmed, all of this while jay’s hands steady her hips as the fabric leaves her beautiful legs and tosses it aside without looking, his palms rest there for a moment, warm and grounding, but consent first, so obviously, he doesn’t push further,
“still okay?” he asks.
“yes,” y/n breathes out.
jake suddenly reaches for her hand and places it into his chest first. then lower, guiding it to his bulge, now practically humping her hand, his voice is strained now, “please.” jay glances at him briefly, assessing but doesn’t interfere. the room feels warmer now, maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the way they’re both looking at her.
jake is flushed down to his chest, eyes glassy in that soft, tipsy way, he keeps touching her like he can’t quite believe she’s real, his fingertips brushing her waist, her thig, her stomach, just to anchor him back to reality.
“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “it’s not fair.”
she laughs softly, “jake-”
“no, seriously,” he insists, words slightly slurred at the edges. “look at you! you’re insane, do you know that? you’re insane.” jay exhales a quiet breath through his nose, he’s not unaffected, jay genuinely starts to think he has a physical conditions because he literally can’t stop watching her like she’s something sacred and dangerous at the same time.
his hand slides up her leg again, “he’s right,” jay says quietly, it’s a calm tone and yet.. there’s something frayed underneath it, “you’re distracting.”
she tilts her head slightly, “from what?”
“everything, doll.”
that makes her stomach flip, for sure.
jake leans down and presses his forehead to her shoulder, inhaling deeply like he’s overwhelmed, “i can’t-” he breathes, a small, needy sound escaping him, “when you look at me like that.”
she threads her fingers into his hair automatically because she loves it, fucking frothes at the mouths how openly affected he is.
“like what?” she teases softly.
“like you know what you’re doing,” he whimpers. jay’s jaw tightens slightly at that sound, just slightly, don’t misinterpret him completely now, ok? he reaches for her chin, thumb and forefinger gently guiding her face back toward him. “eyes on me,” he barely there says.
she turns and his composure slips for half a second when he really looks at her.
her beautiful glistening flushed cheeks, her delicious looking lips swollen from kissing, the way she’s stretched out on the bed between them, and for them
he swallows his almost orgasm, then steadies himself, “you’re getting bold because you’re tipsy,” he says quietly.
she half smiles half smirks, “maybe.”
“maybe,” he repeats, thumb brushing along her lower lip. “or maybe you just finally stopped pretending you don’t like being adored.”
oh, yeah, that hit a spot inside her.
jake nods immediately, “she loves it. she loves when we talk about her.”
“i do not,” she protests weakly.
jay’s eyebrow lifts, “big girls don’t lie, pretty.”
she hesitates, because she is a little tipsy, because the room feels soft around the edges, because they’re both looking at her like she hung the moon.
“… i like it,” she admits quietly.
jake makes another broken, pleased sound, “see?” he says, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “she likes it.” jay’s hand slides from her chin down her neck slowly, “good,” he murmurs, “because we’re not stopping, my love”
jake’s hands grip her waist tighter now, needy, impatient, he pulls her slightly toward him, “come here,” he whispers.
she leans down instinctively, kissing him again, taking the lead of the kiss. and jake, well, he melts immediately, soft gasps against her mouth, hands roaming in a very almost desperate manner.
jay watches for a moment and lets it happen, not minding when she takes control.
but then he shifts, his hand slides to her hip, guides her pretty body proportions god carved himself, not forceful, he would fucking never, but just with enough pressure to turn her slightly to reposition her. just a little fun reminder, a little reminder of who’s steering the pace, she looks back at him, he gives her a small, knowing look.
“you can move,” he says quietly. “but i decide where.”
her breath stutters because how the fuck can he say it so gently.
jake whines softly at the shift, clinging to her, “don’t take her away.”
“i’m not,” jay replies calmly, his hand never leaves her waist. she surprises them again by sitting up fully and pushes jay back slightly with her palm against his chest, not forceful but his eyes definitely darken immediately.
“careful,” he murmurs again.
she straddles his thigh instead of answering.
jake actually gasps, “oh my god.” jay’s composure cracks for a split second, a visible inhale that falters halfway through. jay grip her hips a little tighter than before, “you’re playing with fire, sweets,” he says softly.
“maybe,” she whispers. he leans in close to her ear. “i’ll let you,” he says hushes. “but don’t mistake permission for control.”
that does something to her pussy because if she wasn’t a river of sweet-salty gush already, she’s definitely a fucking waterfall now. and he feels it because his thumbs press into her hips reassuringly for her to hump his thighs to death.
jake crawls closer again, kisses her shoulder, her arm, wherever he can reach, “she’s so warm,” he murmurs, dazed. “you feel so warm holy fuck”, jake emphasizes just to make sure he’s not going clinically insane.
she laughs softly, “we’ve had like twenty drinks.”
“i’d worship you sober too,” jake blurts, jay hums in agreement, “we would.”
and suddenly it’s less about heat and more about the way they look at her like she’s the center of gravity. jay’s forehead rests briefly against her collarbone, just for a second for a reality check, “you okay?”, he asks gently.
she nods with soft eyes but he pauses, like literally stops everything he’s doing, she rolls her eyes fondly, “yes,” she says clearly. “i’m good.”
“good,” he repeats, and then his hands tense up slightly again, his skin itching to be one with her is making him wear off the alcohol in ways he doesn’t want to. jake is the first to lose patience, “this is torture,” he breathes, half laughing, half whining, and before either of them can stop him, he sits up on his knees and takes off his pants, tossing it somewhere behind him without even looking.
“jakey,” she laughs softly.
“don’t call me that if you’re not going to do something about it,” he says immediately and then flushes because that came out far more desperate than he meant. jay watches him with quiet amusement, “you’re unraveling,” he murmurs.
“i know,” jake says helplessly, “i know.” he reaches for her waist again, fingers digging in slightly as if to ground himself. then, with less hesitation than usual, he hooks his thumbs into jay’s waistband.
“if i have to suffer, so do you.”
jay raises an eyebrow but lifts his hips just enough to let jake pull the fabric down.
jay steps out of the rest himself, unhurried, then settles back onto the bed and then the most important task at hand for him returns, so his hands go back to his designated place on her skin to her while adjusts her on his thigh carefully. one palm firm on her hip and the other steady at her lower back.
“ride my thigh baby,” he bewitchingly says, like he has lust itself spread all over his voice. he then moves her slowly, not a proper grind though, nonetheless, it makes her breath hitch in a way that fills the room.
jake actually makes a small, wrecked sound at the sight, “oh my god,” he whispers, “jay.”
jay exhales through his nose, composure thinning just slightly at the edges but he keeps his voice even, “look at her,” he whistles for like the nth time.
jake nods immediately, eyes glued to where their bodies meet, “she’s- she’s so-” he cuts himself off again, overwhelmed. jay’s fingers tighten on her hips and he starts guiding her properly now, grinding her puffy lips against his thigh, “still okay?” he asks her in a slight fucked out voice.
she nods instinctively but his hand pauses “words, y/nie”
she swallows and chokes out quietly, “yes. don’t stop, please jjong”
that does it.
jake lets out a shaky breath that almost sounds like a whimper, “please,” he says whimpering now, “please don’t stop.”
she looks at him, but like really looks at him: his hands are fisted in the sheets, his chest rising too fast, he looks completely undone because of her, and something warm spreads through her pussy at that.
jay continues the steady motion, but his eyes flick between them, always aware, always controlling the pace. as she reaches for jake, she cups his face gently.
“you’re needy,” she murmurs fondly.
he nods immediately. “yeah.” no shame and no hesitation, just honest unfiltered lust.
“i can’t help it. you look so good. and he-” he gestures weakly toward jay. “he’s just- i can’t-”
jay’s lips twitch, “use your words, jake.”
“i want her,” he blurts. the room stills for half a second, jay’s hands go slightly still at her waist, not like possessive in anger, more like silent claiming.
she shifts on jay’s thigh, breath catching again. and finally, fucking finally she says it, soft but clear, “i want to help jakey.”
both of them freeze up, their dicks growing harder if that’s even humanely possible, jake’s eyes go so wide he thinks they’re going to fall off, meanwhile, jay stays motionless.
“say that again,” jay says quietly.
she lifts her chin a little. “i want to help him.”
jake makes the smallest broken sound, he thinks he’s nearly cum untouched, jay studies her face for a long moment, measuring the situation and his own feelings. but arousal and want are the protagonists of his internal one man show right now.
“you want to?” he asks.
“yes.”
he nods once, then his hands slide from her hips to her waist. he guides her off his thigh slowly, in a very deliberate manner, like always, and even now, he’s the one moving her, “okay,” he says calmly, “you can.” jake looks like he might die and fall towards the feet of the gods of sex.
she crawls toward him this time, like if catwoman actually existed and reincarnated in her body. jake’s hands hover for a second before settling carefully at her sides like he’s afraid to mess it up and cum accidentally on the spot, jay sits back slightly, watching, not detached, but letting her take the moment he setup for them, and that’s the difference. jake leans forward first this time and presses his forehead to hers. “you’re fucking destroying me baby,” he whispers.
she smiles softly and giggles, “maybe, but you look cute like this.” yet, jay’s voice drifts over them, low and steady, “remember,” he says gently, “she’s choosing you.”
the reminder makes jake inhale sharply because that’s the real power here: her.
they’re all down to their lower underwear, skin warm, flushed from alcohol and from each other, nothing between them but heat, sweat and soft, uneven breathing.
jake is sitting back against the headboard, chest rising too fast, eyes fixed on her like y/n’s the only thing in the room, she kneels between his legs, very slowly but with half lidded eyes that make him believe that she might want him almost as much as he wants her, keyword, almost, and the thought makes his hands (and cock) twitch at his sides.
“you don’t have to baby-” he starts, voice already strained. she looks up at him through her lashes, pretty doe eyes, “i want to.”
jay, still behind her on the bed, gives her a sharp slap on her ass. “say it properly, princess” he says firmly. she doesn’t break eye contact with jake, “i want to suck you off, jakey.”
jake exhales like he’s been punched in the lungs. “please,” he whispers.
she leans forward and wraps her soft lips around his tip so softly you’d think she’s afraid of breaking it, jake’s head tips back almost immediately, one hand flying to her hair before he catches himself.
“can i?” he asks, breathless. she nods while incorporating kitten licks to her makeout with jake’s red and veiny dick, jay’s hand settles gently at her hip, “easy,” he reminds softly, to both of them. jake’s fingers slide carefully into her hair, pulling with enough pressure that makes her eyes roll back.
the first loud sound that leaves him is almost embarrassing. the one second isn’t, “oh-” he passionately groans out, voice almost cracking. jay watches the way her shoulders move, the way jake reacts to every subtle motion, and something dark and proud flickers behind his eyes.
“look at you, baby. giving our jakey here some head like a champ,” jay murmurs quietly she feels his hand slide from her hip to her waist, up her side, slow, like worshipping the very deity that shows you salvation wrapped in angelic sin.
“so good to him,” he continues, voice lower now. “always so good.”
jake makes a shaky sound at that, fingers tightening slightly in her hair, “she’s-” he swallows. “she’s going to make me bust.”, he manages to choke out.
jay shifts closer behind her, his knees bracket her hips, his hand slides down her waist and settles firmly there, the other forces her jaw out of jake’s dick with a wet pop.
“don’t forget about her,” jay says firmly. “with y/n,” he adds, “you need to touch her pretty, puffy clit and fuck her tiny, leaking, tight hole until all she knows are the five fucking syllables of our names”. he caresses her face with such love and tenderness you could be fooled with the situation at hand. he continues, “isn’t that right pretty, you’d let us fuck your brains out huh? you trust us, baby”, squishing her cheeks until her lips are all puffed out and dripping in that honeyed saliva of hers.
“after all, we’re just friends right?”
a/n: hey y’all, i know this post might seem pretty random given the circumstances lol but i felt bad bc idk when i’ll post a gc chapter again. and i wrote this for y’all and reaLLY tried my best bc i’ve never everrrr written smut. also i miss my pookies and sometimes we need something to distract us from tough times. even if it’s a jayke 3s0me😭😭 I wasn’t going to let this rot in my drafts. love u all💞
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